The Huron Expositor, 1978-11-09, Page 2gifts Tiuro tjt
Since 1860, Serving the Cctrimuility First
Okay, okay, we know Saturday morning is a busy time.
Maybe it's your one dhance in the week to sleep in, to do,the laundry
or spend time with the kids. Maybe you usually do your grocery
shopping then, take the.kids to hockey or other running around chores..
But, please make this Saturday morning different. It's November 11
/and it's that time., once a year when we remember.
• We rergember that because thousands or Canadians, hundreds from
right around Seaforth, fought and died in two world wars, we have a
safe comfortable life, with the time, money and health to enjoy our
ordinary .Saturday mornings.. _ _ _
Seaforth remembers on Nov., j 1 with a service, organized by the
Legion at the cenotaph at Victoria Park. Attendance is never huge. A
whdle new generation has grown up who knows nothing of war (thank
God) and who needs to be reminded of the sacrifices of its elders.
We all have a responsib.ilityto give a half hour or an hour up this
Saturday morning. To stop and think and to salute the veterans who
are still with us and the soldiers who died for us.
Above all, in the words of a Bru.sSeIS veteran, Russel Knight: "The
reminder should be, that everybody should work to avoid war, that's.
• why I think it should be remembered. It's kind of a futile way of
settling troubles. I doesn't settle anything really.'"
Give an hour to those who gave their lives to yOu. Attend
Remerribrance Day services in. Seaforth Saturday morning, And bring
your children with you. •
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We should remember
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Behind the Scenes
by Keith Rau Raton
Inspiration has gone south
Seaforth's salt
1
in the years ag6nre
Dogs 'damage
oad
What do they need?
It's probably not news to most of us that there is a higher percentage
Of elderly people. in Huron than in Canada as 'a whole.
But the Expositor was surprised to learned from the University of
Guelph's Rural Development Outreach Project (RDOP) that Seaforth
has the highest percentage of people over 65 of all the towns in Huron
County, 21 percen versus a low of 15 perc6nt in Goderich and a range
between in Clinton, Exeter and Wingham.
'RD'OP makes the point that the population of Canada is getting older
(by 2031 it's expected to reach 20 percent) and Huron may be sort of a.
pilot project, Showing up both the 'problems and solutions .Canada will
find as more .of us get older.
People over 65 have special needs. Seaforth, its council' and its
people could perhaps investigate hoIl they are being met. How
comfortable is life in Seaforth for thiV one fifth of. the population?
Isolation., lack of communication and transportation, inadequate
.nutrition and housing have all been identified as problems older'people
experience in rural areas like ours.
Services like Meals on Wheels in Seaforth and the new bay Centre
for seniors at Huronview .are a real boon to local people Who will use
them. But not all elderly people will and perhaps there are other needs
that volunteer groups fill here.
We suspect that' lack of transportation is the number one problem
faced by older people in Seaforth. Goderich Lions have operated a bus
service, taking senior citizens to and from stores and doctors in that
town. Perhaps a Seaforth service club-could do something similar here.
RDOP is continuing its look at the needs of senior citizens in Huron
-7 and we're sure Seaforth wil hear more from them.
Bult'meanwhile keep that,21 per cent in mind and think a bit about
what Seaforth" could do to make their lives more pleasant. Our people
over 65 are not complainers. They're a part of the town that we don't
hear a whole lot about and to whom we don't pay as much attention as
we should.
Perhaps think of it this way. If you aren't over 65, pretend you are.
What would you miss, what would you need and how could the rest
the town help you?
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
The brutal world
Why can't the big brutal world out there
leave us little guys alone to get on with the
difficult-enough business of living; putting
on the storm windows, changing into the
snow tires, digging out last winter's rubber
boots with the hole in?
Not a chance. It's• always shoving a
ham-fisted hand into the delicate machinery
of our daily lives. Today I received a
summons to appear in court in the city to
answer a charge of illegal parking, with the
the "to wits" and "whereases" and threats
that accompany such blackmail,
And that's what it is--blackmail. I haven't
been in the city for four months, I don't even
own a-tar in my lawn name, and I certainly
was not hanging around disreputable
Parliament St. on that occasion or any other;
with or without a ear.
Oh , but I have a choice. If I don't want to
' travel to the city at considerable expense to
plead innocent, or have a lawyer represent
me at considerably tnore expens, I can just
plead guilty by mail and send along $7.80.
But dammit, I'm itiriotent. So what do I
do?' Lose a day's pay, spend the money to
get there and Welt, just to prove i to some
frumpy traffic court that I'm as pure as the
driven snow? Or take the chieken Way out,
and pay the rap? That's blacktnail: brother.
Sometimes facing this typewriter on a
Monday, morning can be a depressing way
to start the week. This is,.one of those
times.
Inspiration must have gone south for the
winter. There's nothing that's worth a
whole column. But perhaps there are a
couple of short items that might be
interesting enough to keep you from falling
asleep.
* * * * * *
One of the fascinating things about life
is the cyclical pattern of history. Things
keep repeating and repeating. And every
time they repeat people grab hold as if it
was something entirely new.
I was struck by this while reading an
article in Maclean's magazine last week, A .
fashionable and attractive young woman
has set up a consulting firm in Toronto to
tell people who want to be a success in
business how to go about it; not through
incisive thinking or inspired invention, but
through the right choice of clothing.
First of all it was interesting to be
reminded that success itself is indeed
fashionable again. It seems only a short
time ago that the younger generation was
rejecting the world of business as much as
they were rejecting the business suit for
dress. Material success had been judged
and found lacking. Young, people were
searching for some 'real meaning in life,
something more than how many gadgets
were in the house.
Remember • how parents despaired in
those days? Remeber how. people worried
that the whole pattern of Western society
was changing, that the work ethic was
dead, that this lack of desire to acquire
material things might drive our economy to
rack and ruin?
Well the generation of protest is now
, more materialistic than its parents' and the
generation that followed' is perhaps even
moreso.While the parents of these
generations looked on material excess as a
Measure of reward for work, today people
take material success as part of their
-rights-, something to be written into the
constitution (if the politicians can ever
agree on writing a new one, but that's a
whole column in itself.)
Anyway, I found that part about dress in
success very interesting. More than 10
years ago when I was just a fresh faced
freshman at Ryerson Polytechnical
Institute in -Toronto there was actu. ally a
"dress code for all students. Ryerson was a
school that trained the future components
of business and industry, from engineers
and architects to accountants and
• marketing experts. You were going to wear
a shirt and tie later, so you might as well
get used to it.
Eventually the dress code broke down.
In that era of protest there were things
such as the ceremonial burning of ties in
the school's central courtyard and other.
protests and eventually the administration
gave in, althought in the business and
engineering departments some instructors
still gave students a hard time if they
weren't properly dressed.
The fight bypassed me, completely N'he
people in the artsy side of the school, the
journalists, television and radio.people and
the printers and photographers ignored the
whole thing. 1 started wearing a suit and tie
initially but inside Of a month realized that
in the arts department nobody really cared
about the dress code. The instructors hated
suits too. Soon if you saw somebody
wearing 'a tie you knew he was an engineer
who's strayed into the wrong part of the
school by mistake.
Someday when I'm down in Toronto I'll
have to wander through the old school and
see if the dress code is back in this new old
age.
* * * * * *
Isn't itlascinating how people like to
try to change history or human behavior to
suit their own "modern" thoughts. '
We were thinking about this the other
day in our family when the discussion of
Christmas gift suggestions came, up, as it
always does daily for months before the big
day. Our three year old wants a combine
for Christmas, (one you can ride on.) It
would go with the tractor he got last year
and which is his favourite toy.
Now quite aside from the matter of
where we would get such a toy is that
matter of choice he made. People today like
to say that boys and girls have different
interests because they are taught to have
different interests by their' parents and
society. I'm really beginning to wonder
about that one. 11
We've tried in.our family to ,be as free
from sexual stereotype as possible without
without niaking a mania of it. Our son has
grown up with two older sisters and plays-
house with them etc. but when he plays on
his.own, he always goes for trucks and cars
and tractors and farm sets. It isn't because
he's imitating dad because dad• is not a
farmer. Dad does very un-macho things
like pound a typewriter.
Yet the things that fascinate the boy are
the huge tractors and combines of the
farmer next door. The girls couldn't care
less about ,them but the tioy will spot a
tractor or combine a mile away. His mother
doesn't know a combine from a corn picker
but'the three year old is a mini evert.
Explain that one to me • Gloria Stein em
Vole. That was reserved for the rich: Thus it
was that they formed, their government in
exile, first in Belgium and later in France.
They had the general support of the
population. and when the French at last
decided to send genereal Pichegru in to
help, he was received with open arms as a
liberator of the opt, r essed. The Prince of.
Orange and his government fled toLondon„
where they were well received as longasthey
had their own money to spend.
In the meantime, the French troops. who
were dressed in rags. were outfitted with
proper uniforms by the Dutch. As soon as
they became well-fed they were recalled to
prance and anew rag-tag regiment was sent
in. Behind their backs, the Dutch children
were soon singing deregatory ditties on this
big scale begging.
We can safely asume that young van
Egthond was on the sidelines when. the
liberators entered across the ice of the frozen
Ms. Gibb wrote that our Anthony was
OCTOBER 15, 1878
Teachers of the Presbyterian Church
Sabbaths school to the NOvember 24
persons, assembled at the house of Robert
Lumsden and presented ..that gentlemen
with an elegant easy chair and foot stool,
D.DWilsou has purchased 1200 barrels of
appels. The price paid was $10.00 per barrel.
THere is a large hole in the street apposite
'St,dThomas Church which if not reparied
soon will be , the means fo involving the town
in damages.
John Beattie has accepted the requisition
presented to him asking him to be a
candidate for the ,Mayorabilty .
Word is scarce in town and sells readily at
$1.50 a load.
NOVEMBER 3 1903
Robert A. Stewart has- accepted the
position of city passenger agent for the
Chicago, St. Paul, Minne a polis and Canada.
He-is the son of Mr. and Mrs.. Alex Stewart
of Town.
Mrs. and Mr. Thompson met with a
verY painful accident. She stepped on an
aeole 'peeling near Mr. Roberts drug Store.
She had her right arm fractured and her
wrist dislocated. -4
Mrs. Hargrove of Town has been enjoyed
to sing in Massion Hall Toronto.
Wm.Abei hart has purchased the store and
, resit eneeof Thos. Taly in Egmondyille.
James Dick of Town is having a neat fence
erected around his lot on Main St. and will
use the lot as a stock and sale yard.
D.D. Wilson left here for Winnipeg . He
has a large number of city lots there which
have come into demand.
NOVEMBER 9th, 1928
Mr. Andrew Snell of Constance has sold
his farm to John H. Scott. Mr. Scott is now
the Owner of 300 acres.
Thefirst meeting of the "Mid-night
savers" took the form' of a ,Hallowe'en
masquerade at the home of Mr. and
Suncon McCowan of McKillop. The winners
for costu mes were, Miss Jean Scott and
Wm. MeToepell. A very planning feature
was the presentations of a silver basket and
I put in my order almost two years ago,
and) finally last, week, the order was filled.
It wasn't the mail strike--or even a male
strike, I suppose--but some things do take
time-.
And in the fullness of time, God does send
forth children and grandchildren.
So it came to ,pass our daughter-in-law
delivered her first child-our first grandchild.
It's a girl! Eight pounds and four ounces.
Now Anne does come from a whOle family
of girls. Five to be exact. Girls run in her
family. So I suppose her own dad would have
been laid to the floor, if Anne came up with a
boy. Babies--to Bud Scharlach--means girls.
He can now claim one more woman in his
life. And so .can I.
And that's not a disappointing thought at
all. It's pure joy to have a baby' in your life
once again--boy or girl..
That's why a maternity ward is about the
cheeriest place around on this earth.
Life--new life--. spripgs eternal on those
hospital floors and all generations-the new
young papas, grandmas and grandads-press
their heads against the glass and strain for a
closer look at their new joy all bundled up
tight in a little wagon of a bed. And behind
that barrier of no-touch, a nurse probablya
grandma herself, lifts your grandchild baby
in the air and turns her toward her adoring
relatives.
The nurse nudges the sleeping face with
her finger. The baby grimaces. Or is that a
smile? Of course you know it's all scowl, but
everyone laughs. This is our baby. She
moved! She's paying attention to us.
The nurse taps a light,.touch near the
baby's mouth. Our new baby opens wide
and stick out her pink tongue. She opens one
eye, "look", we shout, "She's waking up.
But with not bottle in sight, she turns her
head and goes back to sleeping. The nurse
tucks the pink and white blanket tighter
around the baby, and puts her back down
into her bed.
That maternity nurse knows exactly how
to show off your baby. She holds the baby's
head in just the right way, so it won't all
scrunch down to an idle blob. She holds firm
conscripted. 1 doubt that very much. Then it
was an honour to enlist in the "Army of
Liberatidn." Why would Napoleon have
made him an officer, if he was so reluctant to
serve? No, most likely he was already in the
French army when Napoleon took over.
The doubts began to come when Napoleon
made Holland a province of France, and
after the defeat at 'Moscow, when national
boundaries were largely restored, he served
the young vigorous Prince of Orange, who
became later King William of Holland. In
this service he fought against his former
commander at Waterloo, after the latter
broke out of Elba.
What was a young man like van Egmdnd,
who knew nothing but soldiering, going to
do in an impoverished Europe? In a Holland
thatdidn't want an army, but concentrated on
rebuilding their trade business? Had he not
also a stigma of having fought on the side of
the "Usurper"? It was better to get out.
Thus he went the route th4 Ms. Gibb
describes, to end tip in Eitnondville.
base to Mr. and Mrs. John McCowan. The
address was read by J, M. Scott.
A number of dogs have been causing
considerable wprrY ,a§ 5141page to
cattle on the town line near Kippen by
running and worrying them nearly to death,
The merchants of Kippen are handling
quite a, supply of dressed and live fowl.
Apple picking is almost finished and even
the trees look like winter.
A large quantily of grain and beans are,
being marketed in Hensall.. .
The present fine weather and the open
weather for the past couple of weeks has
assisted those Working on the widening of
the bridges and culverts betweent Hensall
and Exeter.
The Standard Bank of Hensall has
analgated with the Canadian Bank of
Commerce.
J. Modleaud and Nelson Gaveutoe of
Seaforth have wired J. McQueen's house for
hydro at Hensall Hugh McGregor also had
his house wired.
Joseph McCarthy and Dublin, purchased
a fine chestnut driver from Peter Eckert of
McKillop , Farmers at Dublin are busy
housing their turnips and winter sets in.
Russels Cproot of tower received a deer
last week that was shipped by express from
Temagmi by his brother Jake Spwart,
OCTOBER 16,1953
An estimated $400.00 damage was caused
to cars in an accident on Main Staccording
to Provincial Police Constable Grodon' Ferris,
Harney Loslie, town was in' collision with a
vehicle driven by Doanld King, Egmond-
ville.
John O'Brien of Staffa, sails this week for
France where he will study in the University
of Paris on a $2,000. scholarship.
The Boy scouts held their apple day and
realized a total of $150.24. The Binds will be
used during the year for equipment and text
books.
Egmondville United Church held An-
niversary services with the recently inducted
minister Rev. W. E. Milroy conducting the
services.
the neck and ,bends the petite features
toward you. She makes you forget about all
the other thirty babies in the room. This is
your baby, your special baby. There's no one
else like her.
Thenurse makes you forget about the
possibility that newborn infants aren't the
prettiest things in the world. Inside you
know you have to give them three or four
months to doll themselves up into cuties.
But standing outside that glass, you have
to say she's beautiful. he melts your heart
and floods it with memories of other babies
and other times. She brings, back younger
days and makes you relive all over again the
new life that flowed in your own children.'
That little baby does things to me. She
reminds me how fait life is flowing past. She
tells me the flow of life is moving from me to
the next generation. And that means' only
one thing. I'm getting 'older. A grandchild
becomes another piece of repertoire to add
to my list-bifocals, wrinkles, brown spots
and graying hair. •
This new babe--who doesn't even know
who I am and what I am--this tiny child, so
helpless, so fragile, so defenseless--has
shifted me into the next generation, the
older generation. And she doesn't realize it.
But when I caught the first sight of her, all
of that didn't matter. If having her, means
grandfather, I'll take, it. I'll manage it.
Because who can deny the miracle of life?
The hope put in future generations? The joys
of childhood and parenthood? Who would
want to pass up the bliss 'of being
grandparents? For all those 'who belong to
that generation, tell me it's all cake. All the
sweets without the toothaches. Pure heaven
without doing any dying. Late night
feedings, diaper changing and colic crying
belong to parents, not grandparents.
When "'Saw Jennifer Anne that night in
the London hospital, I knew that being
grandpa would fit fine. And to make me fell
all the more comfortable in my newly
acquired position, our own daughter is doing
her part. Within the week, I'm expecting the.
honor to double. I'm counting on a second
drama. Same act, scene two. Gradfather 11.
•Knowing this background, it becomes
quite understandable why he, however
reluctant, decided to throw in with the rebels
of Upper Canada. The "family compact"
closely resembled the Dutch "Regents", the
aristocrats of 1794. Was he to cheer and help
overthrow those old oppressors and do
nothing against the new ones? That was
clearly impossible, for if he didn't stand up
for his ideals again, his life would have been
in vain.
When we knoW this background, we get
an inkling of the noble mind in that
nobleman's body. Like his forebear died for'
his compassion for the oppressed, so did
Anthony van Egmond die for the oppressed
in the Huron Tract. A truly great Canadian
about whom novels could be written rivalling
the stories about La Fayette. Get going
Pierre Berton or Farley Mowatt or other
Canadian novelists.
Adrian Vos,
Blyth
, A month ago. in came a bill from National
Revenue, stating that I owed them several
hundreds of dollars, plus interest. No
eXplanations, just the bald Statement.
accompanied by the usual dire warnings of
the consequenees, if I dont ante up. More
blackmail,
I don't mind paying my bills. Well, I mind,
but I pay them. But these miedless, in
human; computerized attempts to make me
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To the editor:
Water tastes
funny
We would like to support Bruce Hoelscher in
his comments on the taste of the town water.
Here in the apartment, we can even taste it
in the tea or coffee and several times have
had to throw out the contents of the entire
pot.
Does our proximity to the supply have any
bearing on the taste?
Sincerly
Mrs. W. Coleman
The -column by Alice Gibb, "Serendipity"
is always interesting, and the last one about
Colonel Van Egmond more so to me. as •the
history of the Egmond family has its roots ill
my native country. Since I have recently
been studying about my own roots I came
across some interesting, little know n parts of
higtory at the, turn of the 18th century that
shed some light on the fate that later befell
the Colonel.
In 1794. Holland was not exactly overrun
by the French forces. as Alice wrote, but
were invited in by a Dutch government-in,
exile. Not a shot Was fired. The circum-
stances in Holland at the time were hiuch the
same as in France before the revolution.
even if the lowly, ..,workinemanwas better off
• than his counterpart in Hance. An aristo-
cracy of the rich governed the country under,
the weak leadership of the Prince of Orange,
, who was head of the state. The bloodsucking
policies of these "Regents", got so' bad, that
the middle class and the working class
united to try to oust them.,But they had no
To the editor:
More on Van Egrnond
Amen
by Karl Schuessler
A first grandchild