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The Brussels Post, 1975-10-01, Page 2City scape WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1975, • Serving Britssels and the surrounding community.' Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario tov McLean Bros.Publishers, Limited. Evelyn Kennedy --Editor Dave Robb - Advertising Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association. Subscriptions din advance) Canada $6.00 a.year. Others caNA $8.00 a year, Single Copies 15 Cents each. goommlook This is nothing For those of us who suspect that we've been hit with winter about six months too early, what with cold rainy weather setting. in in mid-August, there is just one consolation. It could be worse. In 1816 there was no summer at all, according to the publication Summer 1973. You think we have it, bad? Read on. I "The year 1816 is the year that is known as the Summerless Summer. Snow began to fall in the middle of June and by the middle of August was a foot in depth. The earth remained under her winter blanket until the. following summer. Absolutely nothing in the way of harvest was garnered and everything in the way of crops rotted in the ground. People lived on meat and fish. There were no, vegetables and there was no flour. It was venison and fish today and fish and venison tomorrow. Cattle were slaughtered when it was felt they should be so used. Hay had to be shipped from Ireland to save starving cattle. It sold for $45 a ton. Flour sold at $17 a barrel and poatoes a penny a pound which were previously unheard-of-prices. The year was called "eighteen hundred and froze to death". Thecause f of the cold was believed to have been sun spots which were so large that for the first time in history they could be seen without the aid of a telescope. The following spring corn was $2 a bushel, wheat $2.50, rye $2, oats 90 cents and beans $3. WINNING SCRAPBOOK Brussels Optimist Stream, Who for the second year chaired the president. Dori Bray, left, congratulates Frank Optimist, Hockey tournament and put together a scrap book on the event. The Wok placed first In the I sports division for all ()Mark), in COmpetitiorL with OtherOptimiSt Clubs. (Photo by Langlolsy Amen by Karl Schuessler Helplessness -- and how to cope with it," announced Helen Hutchison on CTV's seven to eight o'clock Canada AM show. "In the next half hour we're going to interview a psychoanalyst on the helpless feeling that plagues so many of us." Great, really great I thought. That's just for me. I really don't have the'time. I've got to finish getting dressed. Why do they have to put on such good programs during the rushiest hour of my day? But I need this kind of help.This head doctor's kind of help. And it's free.Ail free on T.V. None of this $50.00 an hour kind of stuff. No appointment desks. No waiting in the outer office. No sweat. No embarrassment. No couch. Just me. All stretched out on the bed. With the TV eyeing me from the foot of my bed. And my friendly psychiatrist looking in on me. Talking with me. Imagine. Instant psychiatry at the turn of the TV channel. And sure enough, seven commercials later, -- okay -- so I did have to sit in a waiting room -- came in Dr. Silverman. He looked like Sig mund Freud himself. A very small man with a short cropped white beard. That's the way every psyChiatrist should look. At least that's the way they look in the movies. "Can helplessness make you sick?" aasked Helen Hutchinson. "Yes, indeed," said the wise doctor, "You can even die from helplessness," And then he went on to give a few examples. But I didn't need any examples. I was the living example, all last week. It started out early Monday morning. "That will be a $3,00 deposit," the parking lot attendant said. I reached into my pocket and I found that empty feeling. "I'm fresh out of dollars. Could you wait 'tit the banks open and cash a cheque ?" "Dope. Rules are rules. if you want to park you gotta pay." "How about a' cheque then?" "Nopel" • "But . . but I'tn already late. Eighteen civil service people are waiting for ine. All ready to learn about publilc speaking." "hope," he looked me straight in the eye. And then an hour later the video tape recording machine didn't work. And when I opened up the package of course outlines — my thirty page packet of instructional material -- they Were all wrong. A whole wrong package full.. I needed a cup of coffee. Something to steady My own nevers to open the session on how to overcome nervousness while speaking in public.. It's very important to show confidence myself while lecturing on confidence. My hand slipped. My cup fell. I spilled my cup of coffee--for the first time that morning. I say first time because the second time I spilled the coffee over my clean white pants. And the third time, well, after the third time, I gave up coffee for drinking. It does an excellent job of staining. Tinting pants and rugs. It makes people hurry up for towels and rags. It makes people feel sorry for you, It makes people feel better than you. How can one person be so stupid? and helpess? Two people in class kept interrupting me with good advice on better teaching methods. And the one man' that did, remain quite silent, finally admitted he was a psychiatrist. He told us he didn't want to intimidate us with that piece of news. He did. I lectured on. On how to remember people's names. I demonstrated my methods worked ' very well. By remembering everyone's name myself --except I kept calling Judith - Heather and Heather I called Judith, I didn't need all of Dr. Silverman is stories, I could tell him a few myself.But what do I do? What do I do, 'Dr. Silverman? It's not very socially acceptable to stare Tight back at the parking lot attendant and say, "I'm leaving my car. Like it or not. I'm going to park now and pay later." I can't go on. Spilling my coffee. Going through three tape machines before one works. having Wrong Course material sent to me. Forgetting nanies.What's going to become of me, Doctor? Is there any hope? I sat up on my bed. And waited. I need help. I want help. Say something. Do something that will change my life. Helen Hutchinson was probing. She wag trying to find an answer: Now that she had the problem and illustrations all laid out. And finally the Dr. said, "Just talking about y our helplessness helps," he said. That was it. I had the good word for the day. My instant psychiatrist came through. I rose up from my bed and walked. And talked all day about my liesness To everyone who will listen. My friends.iensY M wife, My children. Pepper. Bveryone. Anyone. And you khOW what? I feel so much better how that I've told you.