The Brussels Post, 1972-05-17, Page 2A tree near Brussels
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Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
I'm sure you are sick of reading about
my daughter's wedding, but hang on. She's
the only one I have, and it will be all
over this Saturday. (The last typewritten
with crossed fingers.)
If she ever does want to get married
again, she'll get exactly three words from
her old man, "Beat it, kid."
However, there's something to be
learned by every experience, and both the
kid and I are learning. Fast.
For several weeks, she has been
floating around aimlessly, telling her
mother, who is a fuss-budget of the first
water, "Stop worrying, Mom. There's
not that much to do. It's a simple wedding,
and I'll be here to help you get ready."
Typical of to-day's youth.
Naturally, she wasn't here most of the
time, and she didn't help at all, though
her intentions were impeccable.
Then fate stepped in. A week before
the wedding, just when the thrOttle was
going to be opened wide for the final
drive, her mother went into hospital.
For the kid, it was like having a
malicious goose snatch from under you
the magic carpet on which you are flying.
For me, it was like picking a bouquet
of wild flowers for the wedding, and dis-
' covering that what I had picked was
poison ivy.
This is Tuesday, and the bride still
hasn't got her wedding dress. This is
Tuesday, and the estate looks much as
the world must have when old Noah
finally found some dry land.
The house was to be spicked and
spanned. The house is a shambles. The
yard was to have been immaculate. The
yard is a melee of last fall's leaves,
broken picnic tables and lawn chairs,
fallen limbs and cat dirt.
Don't worry. We'll cope. We'd better,
or Kim and I will be taken away, about
3 p.M. on Saturday, by the chaps in the
white coats.
Today I can home and found my baby
wringing her hands and head and feet.
She'd been going like .a whirlwind, doing
all those "little things" she kept insisting
her mum not worry about.
Like clean shirts and socks for dad,
shopping, cooking, washing dishes.Order-
ing flowers. Trying to get shoes to
match the non-existent wedding dress.
Feeding and throwing out two cats, one
of them pregnant; visiting her mum.
Same for me. Trying to get a gang
of boys to rake the yard, and it rains
all day. Trying to cope with people who
want to know whether the wedding is on
or off. It's on. I think.
But there are going to be some short-
cuts, in which I am a firm believer, and
of which I have tried to convince my wife
for years.
The windows will not be washed. Who
looks out the windows during a wedding
ceremony, anyway? Anyone who does
should be ejected.
The furniture will be dusted. But only
in the livingroom, where the event will
take place. I don't intend to have a
lot of peple running around our bedrooms
and wiping their fingers across the ledges.
In fact, I don't intend to have a lot of
people running around our bedrooms at all.
If they want to look at something, they
can go outside and look at my two dead
elms.
The cups and saucers will not all be
washed. They will be dusted. The silver
will not be polished. It, too, will be wiped
with a dry cloth, and if there's an egg-
stain on a spoon, tough toe-nails,
Everything bulky, ugly, or out of place,
will be stuffed smartly into the basement
or the attic, and, the doors thereto locked.
I've found that Kim and I, without her
mother around to heckle us, have a similar
basic philosophy: "What's it all going
to matter ten years from now?"
Oh, we're not complete nudniks. I
will shine my shoes and she has prom-
ised me she won't get married ih a T-
shirt, even though she has to wear her
brand-neweans. peach-coloured nightie over j
There'll be solemn vows and candles
and food and drink and children of all
ages. What more could you want for a
happy wedding?
There's only one thing that upsets
me. If her mother is out of hospital
in time, she'll give us hell for practic-
ally everything. And if she isn't, we'll
all regret it all our lives.
But don't worry. It won't be Elizabeth
Taylor and Richard Burton. But my
daughter Will be a beautiful bride if
I have to dresS her myself.
I'll let you know.
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Surely there is a solution
The concern that is being 'ex -
pressed as to the use that will be
made of the Century Old Huron Jail
is understandable.
County Councillors properly are
concerned that any long term use,
now that the building no longer is
required to serve as a jail, will
not result in an added load on an
already heavy tax rate.
On the other hand citizens across
the county are concerned that the
historic building be preserved not
only as a recognition of early days
in Huron but also as an attraction
for future generations.
True it will be suggested that a
jail is not an attraction but such
a building is in good company. The
Tower of London, for centuries the
leading jail in England, attracts
thousands of 'visitors. each year.
Not often is such a structure
available to a county and the fact
that it is in Huron adds to its
value. Huron is only beginning tb'
tap its tourist potential and an
historical situation such as the
jail offers should be taken ad-
vantage of at every opportunity.
This is not to say that county,
council is not wise in assessing
the cost aspect. This is essential.
But with an acceptance of its
long term value as an historically
'and architectually sound tourist
attraction surely some means of
providing for its retention should
be found.