The Huron Expositor, 1970-12-17, Page 26urn (Nositor
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SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, THURSDAY. DECEMBER 24 1970
Long ago, one
quiet night, the 07t 14 Message came,
and in its spirit of Hope and Peace we send
all our friends warm Christmas greetings!
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Luke 2: 1-10
And it came to pass in
those days that there went
out a decree from Ceasar
Augustus, that all the
world should be taxed.(And
this taxing was first made
when Cyrenius was governor
of Syria.) And all went to
be taxed, every one into
his own city. And Joseph
also went up from Galilee,
out of the city of Nazar-
eth, into Judea,.unto the
city of David, which is
called Bethlehem (because
he was of the house and
lineage of David), to be
taxed with Mary his es-
poused wife, being great
with child.
And so it was, that
while they were there, the
days were accomplished
that she could be deliver-
ed.'And she brought forth
her first-born son, and,
laid him in a manger; be-
cause there was no room
for them in the inn.
DECEMBER 27, 1895
Chris Parker, Hayfield, met with a
serious accident, as a result of which
he may, lose the sight of one eye. He
wah chopping grain on the farm of Mrs.
Sparks, Bronson Line, when the belt
broke and struck him in the eye.
Chas. Aitzel of town having disposed
of his interest in the hotel at Brucefield,
to Mr. Graham of Stanley, intends return-
ing to Seaforth to reside.
F. G. Mitchell, inspector for the
Boiler Insurance Company of Toronto, was
in town. Fred is an old Seaforth boy
and like most Seaforth boys is a credit
to his native town.
Geo. Bethune, who is employed in
the Michigan Central Railway offices
in Detroit paid a flying visit to his home.
Alex Brown of town has invented an
ingenious machine for cutting corn in
the field and it works very satisfactorily.
Geo. Turnbull has shipped several
car loads of fine horses to Michigan this
fall and is still buying for that market.
A young son of George W. Sparling
of town had the misfortune to ,get his
left arm broken at the wrist while play-
ing with other boys.
Christmas was a quiet day, there
being neither skating, curling nor sleigh-
ing and the atmosphere was nearly as
mild and balmy as in June.
Messrs. R. Luatsden, W. D.Brlght and
M. Y. McLean, were re-elected Public
School trustees for the north, east and
south wards respectively.
Messrs. Donovan, Winter and Stewart,
shipped a car load of horses to the old
country.
W. Elcoat of Tuckersmith is prepar-
ing to enlarge his home next summer.
Hugh Ross, of the gravel road north
of Winthrop, had a wood bee in which
boys from the neighborhood as well as
friends from Tuckersmith took part. A
very pleasant evening was spent. The
"Merrie dance" was kept going until
it was light enough to travel with safety
on even the roughest road.
Hoggarth, of Egmondville,
teacher, moved to his new field of labor
at Staffa.
The town council have decided to
submit a by-law for the approval of the
• electors of Seaforth for the purpose of
raising the sum of $1,500 for the
purposes of purchasing and erecting a
fire hall; erecting an electric fire alarm
system and purchasing additional hose.
DECEMBER 24, 1920.
A Social evening of unusual impor-
*ice and pleasure to those participating
was enjoyed at the home of Mr. and
A. A Sutherland when the choir of
,Pirat Presbyterian Church gathered to
offend the evening with John Scott who
is SeVering his connection with the clpir
sitidl going to live with his son, Arthur", in
W1tIdear. During the eVening he was
treitented with an address and a gold
tifito The address was read by L.T.
bob Lacey and Mrs. J. d. Mullen made
Ole preliebtatiOn.
And there were in the
same country shepherds
abiding in the fields,
keeping watch over their
flock by night. And lo,
the angel of the Lord
came upon them, and the
glory of the Lord shone
round about them: and they
were sore afraid. And the
angel said unto them,"Fear
not: for, behold I bring
you good tidings of great
joy, which shall be to all
people. For unto you is
born this day in the city
of David, A Saviour, which
is Christ the Lord. And
this shall be a sign unto
you: Ye shall find the
babe wrapped in swaddling
clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with
the angel a multitude of
the heavenly host praising
God and saying "Glory to
50d in the highest and on
earth peace, good will
toward men."
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A very successful Christmas enter-
tainment was held in No. 13 school Roxboro
when Mr. John Scott was presented with
a safety razor. Mr. John McDowell
acted as chairman.
Anniversary services were held at
Cavan Church at 'Winthrop when Rev.
Geo. Telford was the speaker. A fowl
supper was held and an entertainment
was presented.
The silver cup offered by the Bank
of Commerce at Walton, for the school
taking the largest percentage of prizes
at the school fair was awarded to Turn-
bull's school.
Remodelling of the Town Hall at Hay-
field is nearing completion. Dining room,
kitchen and serving rooms have been
furnished in the basement and it is ex-
pected that all will be in readiness for a
dinner before Xmas.
Large crowds thronged the town in
Hensall to participate in the unveiling of
a handsome monument erected in front
of the Town Hall in memory of nursing
sisters and men from Hensall who made the
supreme sacrifice in the Great War.
Forty-three years ago last Monday,
Cardno's Opera Hall was first opened to
the general public. The hall was christened
by Mayor Dr. Coleman and the opening
address was given by M. P. Hayes, in
the absence of Rev. Goldsmith. The
christening performance consisted of
sprinkling the walls and floor of the
stage with champagne.
Edward Horan of Beechwood, met with
a p ainfal accident, by being kicked on
the knee by a horse.
DECEMBER 28, 1945.
John Beattie, widely known Seaforth
businessman, this year marks the 56th
Christmas as a merchant on Main St.
Mr. and Mrs. T. N, Forsythe,
widely known and esteemed residents of
Kippen and district, celebrated their gold-
wedding .on Christmas day at their home
in Kippen, The occasion was marked by
residents of Kippen presenting them with
an electric lamp and a gold fruit dish.
Mrs. Elston Dowson and Miss Mabel
Whiteman doing the honours.
Seaforth will close the year with a
cash surplus of $993.45 according to the
report of the treasurer, D. H. Wilson.
Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Williamson, of
Grey, celebrated their 35th wedding an-
niversary on Christmas Day. The
bride was formerly Gertrude Forbes of
McKillop.
Daniel Frederick McGregor, for over
three decades, one of the most widely
known municipal officialsin Huron County,
passed away at Scott Memorial Hospital
on Christmas morning. He held the
position of Clerk of Tuckersmith for
25 years.
Lieut. Stewart Geddes, who has I1een
overseas for nearly three years returned
home on the "Queen Elizabeth". Capt.
E. D. Bell , of Wingham and Cpi.Kenneth
G. Powell also returned home on the
same boat.
Wind and snow for two days preced-
ing Christmas, followed by rain and sleet
on Christmas morning, made motor travel
heavy for those spending the holiday away
from home.
Christmas seems to emphasize our
basic natures. If we're slightly skeptical,
we become deeply cynical the closer the
day approaches. If we are inclined to
be• optimistic and cheery, we are apt to
begin wallowing in sentimentality.
It seems to get me both ways. My
natural skepticism hardens into a surly
misanthropy as the annual parade of gifts
and greed, cards and carols, begins creep-
ing toward me. Not to mention the holy
old jumpin' putting up of the tree, my
annual struggle to avoid insanity from
frustration, and hell from blasphemy.
But my natural optimism sneaks in,
and once the dirty work has been done, I
wax sentimental to the point of tears
over the wassail bowl, the log in the
fire, the smell of singed spruce needles,
and the loved faces around me.
Neither attitude is right, of course.
Both are base. Christmas is a celebration.
It should be neither cynical nor senti-
mental, but joyous, in the real sense
of the word.
I t could, and should be the one day
in the year when we can creep closest to the
warmth of the basic teachings of the man-
god: love and peace. It should be a day
marked by solemnity and jollity, prayer
and cheer.
It doesn't really have much to do with
turkey and trimmings and tinsel, though
these don't hurt anybody.
Nor does it have anything to do with
the number of cards you receive, or the
value of the presents you garner. Indeed,
two or three cards mean more to some
people than two or three hundred to others.
And a home-knit scarf from someone
can mean more than a mink coat from
someone else. (Hope my family doesn't
read this.)
Easy enough to say what Christmas
is not. It's more difficult to say what
it is, because it is intangible. You can't
reach out and grasp the spirit of
Christmas. You must feel it. If you
don't, you're dead, spiritually.
Naturally, children get most out of
The hour is late. It is actually after
midnight and I am still sitting at my
typewriter in the diningroom of my home
churning out copy for the next edition of
the newspapers to which I contribute.
It is on days like this that I often ask
myself why I ever took on the work of a
news reporter and more especially, a
column writer.
Then I look up and see the Christmas
tree twinkling brightly in the corner. I
see my youngest son's sock already
hanging where Santa will be sum to find it,
I note the special kind of glow that is all
around me despite the fact that my family
is upstairs fast asleep,
That's when I know why I chose writing
as my career. It is because I get the
opportunity once in a long while to push
home• my ideas and to air my favorite
hopes and dreams.
Every year at Christmas, as long as I
have been writing this column, I use this
space for a kind of sermonette. I know
there are few of you who like tribe preached
at. I'm not really crazy about it myself...
but still, I would like to encourage each
one of you to forget about the hustle and
bustle of Christmas shopping and decorat-
ing and cooking just long enough to hear
the little voice inside of me which is crying
((thank you".
For it is at Christmas, more than any
other time of the year, that I am reminded
what a great gift was given when God sent
His Son into the world to do for us what
we could never do for Ourselves. And it
is because I am so grateful for this
wonderful sacrifice that I am truly thank-
ful for many other blessings I enjoy.
I have a tremendous husband, I remem-
ber. He's not just any ordinary guy for
he has a heart which is full of love for
me and that makes him mighty special
to me. He is not rich or sauve or
sophisticated or even handsome. He's just
there whenever I need him , giving kind-
ness and gentle support everyday of every
year. Who wouldn't be grateful for that?
And I have three fabulous kids. Some
days I could wrap their necks tightly with
silk cord, but most times I get a big
lump in my throat just looking at them
and knowing they are my own flesh and
blood, born out of a quiet kind of love I
share with my husband. I note that my
children are all physically and mentally
sound and I give thanks that such an
imperfect creature as I could produce
such truly perfect specimens as they
are. What a miracle I shout inside
me. Thank you God, I whipper in my
heart.
I look around my home, usually clut-
tered with all kinds of mislaid articles
It. Perhaps it's because they don't look
for gimmicks.
There is a wonderful combination of
the mystic and the materialistic that
entrances them. Little realists that they
are, they are fascinated by the thought of
goodies. They love the hide-and-seek
aspect of gifts. There's a great thrill
in opening the stockings, and squeezing
and rattling things under the tree.
But they are equally enchanted by the
aura that surrounds these material jollies.
The carols, the pageants, the never-stale
story of the birth in the manger, the very
smell of Christmas: all these increase
their inner excitement to the bursting
point.
It's also a day when they can get
away with anything short of murder, and
they know it.
This year, after the big family gather-
ings of other years, we'll have a slim
crew, but three generations. Granny
won't be there, but we'll be thinking about
her. There'll be just Grandad and us
and daughter Kim. (At time of writing.
We might wind up with eighteen.)
There'll be early church. Then the
opening of gifts, and thoughts of son
Hugh 1,000 miles away, and the smell of
turkey, and music, and perhaps friends
dropping in for a drop. There's too much
talk about drop-outs tfe- days, and not
enough about drop-ins.
We'll have a big fire and lie on the
rug, groaning, after dinner. I hope it
won't be as big a fire as last year, when
my wife set fire to the evergreens on
the mantel and nearly burned down the
house.
This is all qualified by the word
"hopefully", It could be a complete
schmozzle, like the year I dropped the
turkey -on \ the kitche n floor as I took
it out of the oven.
But I hope it's peaceful. And I hope
with all my heart, whatever your situation,
that your Christmas will be blessed by
peace and love.
and dotted with uncompleted jobs. I see
it not as an untidy bunch of rooms but
as a warm, comfortable haven away from
the world where I can take off my girdle
and speak my mind and be alone with
myself when I like. It is the only place
in the entire world where I know I am
welcome any hour of the day or night
and there is a peace and contentment
here for me that just isn't found some-
where else.
I watch my fingers as they move over
the keys of the typewriter; I twitch my
legs which though tired right now, will
probably carry me b:!, my job tomorrow.
'see. I hear. I tcincli0 'taste;; I can
even detect the scent of a rose. What
luck. What terribly good fortune!
I glance out onto the street and remem-
ber that the country in which I live is
free. I have the freedom to come and
go as I please without fear of any kind.
I can take a crack at the Prime Minis-
ter of Canada or I can shout to high
heavens about the inequitable tax levies
for education, What a privilege I enjoy.
I am content.
May I take this opportunity dear read-
ers, to suggest you count your bless-
ings, too. I f you try to make an actual
list using pencil and paper I'm positive
you will be short of space long before
you run shy of blessings.
I don't have a Merry Christmas be-
cause of the gifts under the tree or
even a few days off from the office. I
get my kicks from realizing what a
well-blessed woman I am and I know
that even if Santa missed my house
entirely this year, right now, I wouldn't
lack for anything which I absolutely need
to make me happy.
Merry Christmas to all of you. May
the joy that is mine be yours too.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
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In the Years Agone
From My Window
— By Shirley J. Keller —
To the Editor
Through the medium of your news-
paper I would like to extend on behalf
of Canadian Forces Base Clinton our
hest festive greetings to our many friends
and associates in Seaforth and the sur-
rounding area.
This will be the last Christmas ,at
Canadian Forces Base Clinton. To
military personnel and the people in this
locality, it is truly ((An End of an Era.",
I wish to thank yon one and all for
the kindness, courtesy and co-operation
that you have extended to this Base and
its personnel over the twenty-nine years
that it has been in existence.
A Merry Christmas and a Happy New
Year.
Yours truly,
5. A. Golding, MaJ.
Base Commander,
CFB, Clinton.
Hope you and your family share
an old-fashioned Christinas decked
with friendship, fellowship, festivity.
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