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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1988-02-17, Page 2Huron F xpositor SINCE 1860, SERVING THE COMMUNITY FIRST Incorporating The Brussels Post Published in Seaforth, Ontario Every Wednesday Morning The Expositor is brought to you each week by the efforts of: Pat Arenas, Neu Corbett, Terre -Lynn Dale, Dianne McGrath and Bob McMillan. ED BYRSKI, General Manager HEATHER McILWRAITH, Editor Member Canadian Community Newspaper Assoc. Ontario Community Newspaper Association Ontario Press Council Commonwealth Press Union International Press Institute Subscription rates: Canada '20.00 a year, in advance Senior Citizens - '17,00 a year in advance Outside Canada '60.00 a year, in advance Single Copies .50 cents each Second class mail registration Number 0696 Wednesday, February 17, 1988 Editorial and Business Offices - 10 Main Street Seeforfh Telephone fp t 015214240 Moiling Address - P.O. Box 69, Seef : th; ntario, NOK Iwo Job well done If the success of Seaforth's first ever Celebrity Dinner is any indication, the town can look forward to a great future. The fact that such a fundraising event was even attempted in a town the size of Seaforth speaks highly of its people and their commitment to com- munity betterment. Certainly.Arena Manager Graham Nesbitt and Recreation Director Marty Bedard should be commended for their efforts. They took on a lot when they eluted to organize the Celebrity Dinner and Celebration '88 Awards night in aid of the Hospital Building Expansion Fund. They assumed a lot of responsibility, not only with regards to the event itself, but in regards to the people of Seaforth. They placed a lot of trust in the Seaforth people and their support of, and commitment to, community events and?or causes. And they were right in doing so. In as much as Mr. Nesbitt and Mr. Bedard were the key in insuring the success of this first time event, the Seaforth and area public deserves some of the credit. Judging by the attendance and financial commitment by area merchants and residents, the response was overwhelmingly in favor of both Mr. Nesbitt's and Mr. Bedard's undertaking. Talk of the event not only preceeded it, but has continued on even now that it is over. In fact, it was such a success - both financially and otherwise - it looks as though the First Ever Seaforth Celebrity Dinner may become an annual fundraising event. And that speaks highly of the Seaforth people. They have time after time - as evidenced through various fundraising campaigns for the current hospital structure and the campaigns effected for the construction of the community centres - proven that Seaforth is and possibly always will be a community that truly cares about its people. That is something not every community can boast of. - H.M. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR Reader shares letter on abortion Dear Editor, At a time in our society when abortion has become such a common place occurrence I felt the need to share the following with your readers. I first read this over 20 years ago as a young teenager and I have kept it all this time. AN UNFINISHED DIARY OCTOBER 5: Today my life began. My parents don't know it yet. I am smaller than the seed of an apple, but already I am I. Un- formed as I am right now, I am going to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and azure eyes, and I know I will love flowers. OCTOBER 19: I've grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by myself. Mother does just about everything for me. And what's funny, she still doesn't even know that she is carrying me right here under her heart and feeding me with her own blood. OCTOBER 23: My mouth is just beginning now. Just think, in a year or so I will be laughing. Later I will be able to speak. I know what my first word will be — Mother. Who says I'm not a real person yet? I am, just as the tiniest crumb of bread is still truly bread. OCTOBER 27: My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it will gently beat all the rest of my life, without ever stopping to rest. Then after many years it will tire, and stop, and I shall die. But now I am at, not the ending, but the beginning. NOVEMBER 2: Every day I grow a bit. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I'll have to wait so long before my little legs will carry me running to my mother's arms, and before my arms can embrace my father. NOVEMBER 12: Now tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Strange how small they are. Yet how wonderful they will be! They'll pet a puppy, throw a ball, pick a flower, touch another hand. My fingers. Someday they may play a violin or paint a picture. NOVEMBER 20: Today the doctor told Mother for the first time that I am living here under her heart. Aren't you happy Mother? Before long I'll be in your arms. NOVEMBER 25: My mother and father don't even know that I'm a little girl. Perhaps they expect a boy. Or twins maybe. But I'll surprise them. And I want to be call- ed Catherine, like Mother. DECEMBER 10: My face is completely formed. I hope I turn out to look like Mother. DECEMBER 13: Now I'm just about able to see, but it's still dark all around me. But soon my eyes will open on the world of sunshine — and flowers — and little children. I've never seen the sea, or a mountain, or a rainbow either. How do they really look? How do you really look, Mother? DECEMBER 24: Mother, I can hear your heart beating. I wonder if you hear the whispering beat of mine. It's so even — hip tup, tup tup. You'll have a healthy little daughter, Mother. I know some babies have difficulty entering the world but there are kind doctors to help mothers and babies. I know, too, some mothers don't even want their babies. But I can hardly wait to be in your arms, touch your face, look into your eyes. You're waiting for me, just as I'm waiting for you, aren't you? DECEMBER 28: Mother, why did you let them stop my life? We would have had such a lovely time together. Janneke Murray Tuckersmith resident expresses thanks To the Editor: After attending The Tuckersmith Celebra- tion '.'I Awards 'Presentation and dance I would like to express my sincere thanks for the work and effort put forth for such a memorable evening. TUCKERSIYIITH'S CELEBRATION '88 A stormy Friday night, no stars in sight The snow did blow with all it's might Was February twelfth Tuckersmith Celebrations Of '88 Awards and presentations. Then next Murray Cardiff, all went well. After introductions, a speech or two Certificates were presented to quite a few Then came the Gold Medalists With only six of them on the list. Then the flashbulbs started flashing For "Memories" that are everlasting Of individuals receiving awards For a picture is worth a thousand words. The Celebration logo on a decorated cake Was there for all for pictures to take Reeve -Warden Bob Bell and wife Marlene To the party who did such a terrific job And two or three Councillors could be seen Many, many thanks from the whole mob. Our M.P.P. Murray Cardiff with his wife Betty But let us not forget our Dear friend Came despite the storm we were getting. Who worked so hard from beginning to end A tasty lunch, cake, coffee, pop for all A night for families to have fun Was truly a happy ending for folks in the A dance the first part for the young hall. Then came the moment all waited for After the presentation they could dance more. To all who braved the weather for a party to come Councillor Bill Carnochan made us all welcome Torch bearers from tiny tots to teens It truly was a night of their dreams. Two "Special" people from Calgary came Heidi and Howdy brought the "Flame" First they ushered in Reeve Bob Bell We can't do without Jack and Mary Helen George and Ruth, Karen and hubby Allen Janice in the bar with pop for the troupe Sharon, Sherrie and Julie completed the group. It's people like this always willing to do These extra special things for me and you A memorable evening we soon won't forget I'm sure all attending would be willing to bet. A Long Time Resident of Tuckersmith, Converter results in flipa.mania I'm beginning to develop a real hatred for those darned contraptions known as T.V. converters. Let them fall into the hands of the wrong person and you're doomed to a life of channel yo-yo. There are some days I'm sorely tempted to remove. the batteries from the offending object, and let it lie there, dormant for all eternity. Then I realize it's not really the converter that is the source of all my woes - but rather, the person operating that True enough, there are plenty of reasons not to dislike the little channel flipper. Ob- viously it is a convenient, little invention - especially for an owner turned couch potato. And, it does provide for the viewing of more channels than one would normally be privy to. But aside from those two points in its favor, the points against it are star- ting to pile up. And I, for one, am beginning to take offense to the little gapher. I mean, well, it's just too convenient to have around. And, it's also too convenient to misplace (accidentally or on purpose) - the net result of that occurence being the catapulting of a house into total panic and bedlam. I used to think my dad was the best exam- ple of converter misuse. He drove everyone crazy with his constant flipping through the channels at every given half hour to see what was available for our viewing SWEATSOCKS by Heather McIlwraith pleasure. Initially the flipping would start during the commercials, but ultimately it overlapped the programming itself. Oh, dad would stop long enough to allow us all the opportunity to get totally immersed in a channel - then he'd switch it. Even our cries of 'Dad!' only brought on promises he'd switch it back after he'd seen what the other channels had to offer. By then of course, we'd seen enough to get us suitably interested in about 20 programs, and the net result was - we didn't know what we wanted, or didn't care. In retrospect I bet I could rhyme off the endings to a million shows - but I couldn't give you any of the background leading up to those endings. There are very few shows I've seen from the very beginning. More recently I've discovered an even worse offender of converter convenience. This nimble fingered, button -pushing ad- dict makes even my dad's channel run on the half hour, look good. You see, not only does 'he' run through the channels on the half hour, but every commercial break is an opportunity to squeeze in a little TSN as well. Now I don't mind sports, but the constant changing from serious dramatic acting to fast - packed sports action can get a little draining. Certainly, letting a converter fall into the hands of a sports enthusiast can be more than a little hard to take. I take particular offense to the fact I must watch between three and four televis- ed sporting events each hour, then am relegated to watching those same sporting events as they appear on the sports segments of both the 10 p.m. and 11 p.m. newscasts of every channel. If of course, there's any chance whatsoever that I may have missed a key play, or didn't get quite a close enough look when I saw it replayed the first 12 or 13 times, I can take comfort in the fact I'm guaranteed to catch it again, during one of the five? sports desks on the TSN channel. Actually, considering all this now - maybe I ought to take the old batteries out of the converter - for its own sake. Surely all this wear and tear on its micro- whatevers, can't be good for its self preservation. ry bY�[/ 74;/ D/SPL'3 ED BYAN'ex 'N46- yuA/jn,E a yEE,� c D ® " VE/1,/7 7,7/kyi/4.23'T® ,er?/A/G /N,9 G,EF,( TORO/ TO GEr Gout/ / " CALGARY STAMPEDE (-3 I. Column is not a crystnl`"ball Okay, I admit it doesn't leek good — but you can't put all the responsibility on me. Ever since my column bemoaning the recent softness of Canadian winters ap- peared in this publication two weeks ago, I have been the target of everything from verbal jibes to tightly -packed snowballs. But I must reiterate, it's not my fault. Just because the snow began falling before the ink dried on the paper and this area has endured blizzard -like conditions ever since — I refuse to believe my column had anything to do with it. However, for those who still believe this scant smattering of characters is some sort of talisman which can alter the course of nature, let me assure you I have already paid the price for my ill-conceived subject matter — in cash. In the past two weeks, since the column -induced snow flurries ap- peared, I have been forced to shell out to have my driveway blown clear and my car battery boosted, among other wintertime tribulations. hi addition, I have driven through two nearly -impassible snowstorms and to top it all off, I had to work the Snow Blitz Winter Weekend. Taking pictures of out- door Snow Blitz events during a cold map is as close as Signal -Star reporters can get to drawing the Beirut assignment. While I took my lumps manfully, I still insist that my column has no real powers to alter the events shaped by man and FROM THIS ANGLE by Patrick Raftis natur. Here's why. If my mere pronouncement on paper meant that things would be so, I can assure you there would be more than a few changes around here. First of all, I would write a column stating that community newspaper jour- nalists in this country would earn slightly more in a year than Wayne Gretzky — and it would happen. My next column would forward a sug- gestion that Prime Minister Brian Mulroney should earn slightly less in a year than the average Canadian communi- ty newspaper journalist presently takes home. The next time you saw Srnilin' Brian, he would be pulling up at an Ottawa -area Burger King in an unchauf- feured automobile of Asian origin. All television evangelists would have their air time limited to between the hours of 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. every seventh Sunday morning and they would only get that slot if they agreed to devote half their program to interviews with Don Cherry on the sub- ject of Swedish hockey players. Under my new regime: cars wouldn't rust, kids wouldn't cry, mosquitos wouldn't bite, beer wouldn't go flat, Goderich drivers would use turn signals on The Square, and puppies wouldn't relieve themselves on the carpet. This would be only the beginning. I would also devote a considerable amount of column space to eliminating the following from the face of the earth: poverty, hunger, disease, pestilence, hatred, racism, armed conflict and most Lionel Ritchie albums (in no particular order). So you see, if I could do these things with my weekly word allotment, I would. But since I can't, then I obviously couldn't have plunged Huron County into a deep freeze just by writing about it. At any rate, since Monday brought us a return to mild weather, it appears I'm off the hook for now. However, if the winds start howling again after this column hits the streets Wednesday, I promise never to write about the weather again. Just to be on the safe side, you understand? Brucefield residents fire arms at police FEBRUARY 17,184 On Thursday night of last week, between nine and ten o'clock, the thermometer registered 24 below zero, this being the lowest point the mercury has reached in this district in many years. The people of Brucefield have been ada- mant in their opposition to the Scott Act. A few weeks ago we published an account of how some ruffians assaulted two police con- stables who were in Brucefield serving sum- monses to hotel owners who were in viola- tion of the Scott Act. One of the constables was struck on the back of the head with a ri- fle butt, and both were threatened with death if they served any summonses in Brucefield. Recently. High Constable McKay and Con- stables Yule and Dan Mcieor attempted to arrest three of the leaders in that outrage, for whom warrants had been issued. Word of their visit had preceded them, and when they arrived they found every hotel closed and no trace or tidings could be had of the parties they were in search of. They were greeted with hooting and yelling, accom- panied by the firing of arms at intervals, un- til they decided to give up the job and return. As they drove toward the bridge, and while crossing it, they were given a par- ting salute with firearms, groans, jeers and IN THE YEARS AGONE from the Archives threats, from a crowd gathered on the hank of the river. No arrests have yet been made hi Brucefield, but we believe public sentiment will endorse the statement that the ringleaders of these attacks must be taught such a lesson as will prevent anything like a repetition of the44 ffence. FEBNeoRY 14,1913 The Clinton p now having a good system of waterworks for fire protection purposes, are offering their old steam fire engine for sale. When new it cost $2,900 and it was rebuilt a few years ago at a cost of $900. They now offer this engine to Hensel] for $1,200. The reports at the annual meeting of the patrAns of the Winthrop Creamery last week wereabery satisfactory. Tha amount of but- ter made last season was 112% tons or 225,000 pounds. From this was realized $58,000 dollars, being an average of 53% cents per pounds, and their share amounted to $50,000. This was the largest make in the S history of the Winthrop Creamery. The four children of Burling, the man now in jail in Goderich for participation in rob- beries in Seaforth, Brussels and other places, were committed by the police magistrate of Goderich to the care of the Children's Aid Society, as they were destitute. The medical practice of the late Dr. A. McKelvey, in Brussels, who passed away so unexpectedly on December 28 last has been sold to Dr, Fred Bryans, son of Edward Bryans, off the township of Grey, who took possession this week. He graduated two years ago, spent one year in the west, and the' past year as senior house surgeon in the Western Hospital, Toronto. He is a native of the district. Dr. Alex McKelvey of Brussels left last week for Boston,where he will spend a month closing up his engagements in the hospital there. He will go to Berlin hospital as an assistant to a wellknown physician Turn to page 14A