The Brussels Post, 1977-11-02, Page 2Dave Robb - Advertising Evelyn Kennedy - Editor
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Brussels Post
, ter BRUSSELS
ONTARIO
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1977"
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community.
Published each. Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited.
Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and
Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association
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Behind the scenes
By Keith Roulston
What is important?
Isn't it nice to know that in a world where
people are so concerned with such superficial
problems as unemployment, national unity
and hunger in third world countries, some
people are still addressing themselves to the
real issues of this life?
It's comforting to realize that with chaos all
around them some individuals keep their calm
and carry on with the necessities of life, like
making sure that tables are set with the plates
one half inch from the edge and, that salt and
pepper shakers should always face the front
door of the diningroom. I tell you it restores
one's faith in mankind.
Those little gems of wisdom are being
dispensed at a special course being conducted
this fall by one of the more,high class dining
establishments in this part of the province.
For only $150 for a 10-week course, you can
learn essential information like the fact that a
bottle of 1865 Chateau Lafite-Rothschild once
sold for 125,000 English pounds. Sadly, only
about three dozen people felt the need of such
important knowledge enough to pay the fee
and take the course, even though a gourmet
meal was thrown in at every session. What is
the world coming to?
I'm afraid that I'm among those slobs who
are leading the world into oblivion through
lack of interest in such basic knowledge of life.
I'm not one of the people who has made Emily
Post rich providing information on how to
properly shake hands with a stranger. These
little trappings of life are as important as life
itself, the refined person will tell you.
I'm not a complete loss. I still hold doors
open for ladies even though in this day of-
women's lib, I feel like a sap doing it. I don't
drink my coffee out of a saucer, at the prices
who could risk spilling a drop. I don't drop
ashes on the rug (that's an easy One, I don't
smoke).
But when it comes past the bare essentials
of etiquette, I'm a little lost sheep. I never feel
as uncomfortable as when I'm surrounded
by people who care more about what spoon I
use first at the table than if I beat my wife.
One of life's most embarrassing moments
for .me is when I get into one of those high
class restaurants and I feel as if I were in some
foreign land where all the customs and
Mr. and Mrs. Alex Anderson
Alex Anderson was born on the
3rd Con. of Morris Twp. Jas.
Mair has the old Anderson farm.
He married Catherine (Kate
Hatbottle) from the Brussels
alrea, As a young man he learned
the Blacksmithing trade in Dan
EvVanS carriage works which was
located where' McCutcheon
Motors is today. He and his
brother Jim Were partners and
ran a livery barn for a period
where Bridge Motors is located.
They were also partners as
fathers for a short time on the
langtiage were different. Where I grew up,
the objectof sitting down at a table with food
in front of you was, to fill your stomach, with
enough fOod to provide-enough energy to keep
you pitching cow manure until the next time
you sat down at a table. As long as you didn't
use your fingers, talk with your mouth full or
eat peas with a knife,.it was no-holds-barred.
Suddenly, you're in a place where what you
eat doesn't matter as frit-tains. how you eat it.
You must know all the 'subtle little rules or
you'll soon be spotted as an imposter, a
clodhopper from the backwoods who likely
still has hayseeds in his hair.
I remember when some friends of our went
with us to celebrate our 'Wedding anniver-
sariesore were married just a few, days apart,
at the ritziest dining spot in this area. We had
a secluded table in a corner so we weren't
worrying too much about being seen as
interlopers in this fashionable world. We felt
adventurous, however, and decided to
celebrate with a bottle of wine. We went over
the wine list, shuddered at the prices and
finally chose about the cheapest thing we
could find. What followed was a ceremony
reminiscent of the coronation of Queen
Elizabeth. The manager, no less, delivered
the bottle, elegantly laying it along his arm
and slightly stooping so I could approve the
label. He then uncorked the bottle and poured
a slight bit in the glass and handed it for me to
sip. At the best of time, I have a tough time
distinguishing between a bottle of old Sailer
and French champagne but embarrassed as
now was, I would have given my nod of
approval Hit had been vinegar. Such pomp
and ceremony may be fine for a bottle of
Chateau Lafite-Rothchild at 125,000 pounds
but for a'bottle of $5 wine it would have been
much more pleasant if they'd sent the
dishwasher from the kitchen.
Now I know I should be thoroughly ashamed
at my lack of south, thati should do something
radiCal like take the $150 course or at least
write to Ann Landers. Somehow, though, I
just can't bring myself to care. I guess I'll just
have to consider as my degenerate old self and
worry about world peace instead of important
things like what wine to serve with my duck
l' orange.
Liecestershire, England, Alec
came to Brussels about 1921
or 22 and his wife about one year
lat er. They were in the Brussels
Anglican Church. He took the
painting, and decorating trade and
they lived hi the house ilovv
owned by Mak Watts
rinitediately east of the Funeral'
Home. They started a restaurant
in what is now Jacobs 8addelry
twhheicohlytththey al ai st hmeoyv he to where
d a
of four sons. They wer e members
of the Anglican' Church and we
buried hi the Brussels Cenietery,
Murray Gaunt, MPP for Huron-Bruce, h as rightly
demanded action on a situation which recently came
to light at the Douglas Point Nuclear power
development. Although that project has been
underway for several years, Ontario Hydro suddenly
found it necessary to bring in more than 100
chemical workers from the United Kingdom as staff
members because, according to news releases, there
were n o adequately trained people in Canada to filly
the jobs.
Ontario must surely be one of the best equippped
jurisdictions in the world from the standpoint of
educational institutions. Not only do we have fine
universities and lots of them, but in addition there,
are community colleges all over the place, teaching
everything from horse back riding to radio and
television arts. These same colleges are turning out
journalisr'n graduates until the young writers are
falling over each other in the search for jobs - but.
nobody was sufficiently far-sighted to realize the
needs of the nuclear power industryi
When the member for Huron-Bruce brought the
matter to the attention of the appropriate ministry
Hon. Harry Parrott, who is responsible for colleges
and universities, agreed that he would see what
could be doneNo doubt courses will now be initiated
in this field, but the question still remains - why in
the world were such courses not st arted 10 years
ago? The minister admits that it will take several
years to train Canadians for this highly specialized
work.
(The wing ham Advance Times)
To the editor:
Post interesting
To the Editor:
I wish to compliment on your very
interesting Brussels Post. Mrs. Hobson in
Palmerston has saved many issues for me but
must say am enjoying it on my own, Mrs.
Kennedy.
Mrs. George Dawson
145 Vansittart Ave.,
Woodstock, Ontario.
To the editor:
Reader enjoys paper
To the Editor:
Re Subscription for Mrs. Emily Elston,
Wingham, Ontario
Please find enclosed with this letter $8.00 to
cover Mrs. Elston's subscription for the
coming year. She thoroughly enjoys receiving
your paper arid has asked me to make sure it is
renewed.
Murray Elston
More arena plaque biOgraphies.
farm later taken over by Jas.
Anderson. For altnost 30 years
Alex owned and operated a
garage where Tom Garniss is now
located: He sold Star and durant
cars and later, Dodge and DeSoto.
Alex was a full-back oh the
championship Brussels Football
team in the early 1900's. Mr. and
Mrs. Anderson were Presbyteri
ians and are buried in Brussels''
Cemetery. There Were no
children.
Mr. and Mrs. Alec Coleman
Alec Coleman and` his wife
Annie Payne Were both born In