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The Lucknow Sentinel, 1980-11-19, Page 611M1 By SsuldY .1!leholatott Onr father) Alex Nicholson never married ) at tet the, death of our. motherTisabella MacDonald when Atioa was about 13 Months old. He thought best for the •children that he, didn't. We ' were especially fortunate to have had jane Phillips for a housekeeper for about six y.1§1-11l she n-iiiiiie'd7int TIOdgins and moved to Stratford. This picture Was taken before Jane left. She went to a great deal of trouble to have us look our best: I have happy memories of picking wild strawberries and raspberries so -that we could have fruit to Ifigersie:'• She gaVe me high inarkSr for being able to pick and pick and pick' withouit eating a berry. This was not so easy for, my. sisters. There were very good raspber- ries on the farm Jake. Miller had at least• two miles east of our• place. Jane, the two girls and I would be there about the time the early train would, go through about 6 a,m. While, it was a large patch there were a lot Of 'pickers, so it paid to be eat"- ' The first Christmas Jane was in Stratford, Anna and I were invited to visit during • the Christmas holi- ' days. We had three . trains a day going each .way through Lucknow.. It was our first train trip, except to Kincardine for the' Sunday School pienic. Our directions by letter were perfect, and, we turned up at their home: on King Street, as' it had not been clear just what train we would arrive on. Our father, saw that •we had a large chicken ready to he roasted, which increased our bag- gage. Norma died in ,1959 and Anna has in 'Photo by Treleaven 19111 -Norma, Anna and Sandy. Nicholson been in the Pinecrest Nursing in Victoria where she had retired. Home in Lucknow since suffering 'a. Marian and 'I moved tol'oronto in stroke a few years s ago.. She is 1973 as all our family now resides in happy to'be in Lucknow rather than Ontario. • Got ct beef? Write a letter to the editor iikkolto . ;mem Arre Paw 6:-4welmow Sentinel Weditriodeh November St 1rU KNOW SENTINEL joCari s!nuER • Usher SHARON J, piErz • Editor ANTHONY N. JOHNSTONE - Adyertising and General Manager PAT LiyIrtosToN - Office Manager MERLE-ELLIOTT - 'typesetter JOAN HELM • Cornpcssitinn Business and Editorial Office Telephone 2i1.2822 • Mailing Address. P.O, Box 400, Lucknow, NOG 21-19 Second:Class Mail Registration Number -0847 Snbscription rate, $13.50 per year in advance Senior Citizen rate, $11,50 per year in advance .4"- U.S.A. and Foreign, $23.00 per year in advance . Sr. Cit. U.S.A. and Foreign, S21.00 per year in advance Respect the flag Twice in little over .a month the flag from the Legion flagpole has been stolen. Besides the theft and disregard for prOperty the act involves, it is also a serious lack of respect for the nation's flag. Canada's flag is a symbol of our nation and is recognized as such throughout the world. To many, the flag is our country and to insult the flag of someone's country, is to insult him personally for everything he stands for, Men and women have fought bravely and given their lives to secure the freedom we enjoy in our country today, and our flag represents the freedom, integrity and honour they fought and died for. There was a time when to be, appointed flag bearer in one's company was one of the most important positions held in the army. If thelflag bearer wasicilled, another member of the company ran to grab the flag before it hit the ground: To permit the flag to touch the ground is still a grave disrespect for one's country and' one's flag and all they-stand for. It's difficult to understand why vandals create the damage they do. Stealing a flag to some, isn't really a serious crime but in some countries it carries a stiff penalty, and regardless of the penaltyinvolved, everyone should have :respect for our country and its flag, Our acnestors have created a free and proud country. We should not take our allegiance or our duty lightly. Respect for oneself is .reflected in 'respect for Other's property and especially • the flag of our country. edtrees Beware o f stress Stress has become a popular topic for seminars and --both-eniWyeria-fdi and;-employees are becoming more aware of the effects of stress on their working habits and their home life. In the newspaper business deadlines are a large part of the causes of stress and at an Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Meeting,Norman Rebin, an expert in 'the field of stress, offered some possible scilutions. The nice thing about them is that anyone whether under stress. or not could pay attention, Mr, Rebin suggests. "People can't cope, he related...years ago people would sing, chuckle or whistle on the stress: Much spontaneity is gone...Canada used to be vibrant. The ever-presence of bad news helps to create stress. People use only 15 per cent of their physical capacity, we tap about 12 per cent of our mental potential, emotionally we tap no more than 5 per cent, and physically, we use only one-half' of one per cent of our potential. We are strong! He assured, his rapt listeners. - And if we remain physiologically healthy, and if we use our facilities, we improve with age in every-way but-- physically. He urged hearers to understand the image they project to others. It reveals stress. And there are a multitude of solutions. Be conscious' of stress; it's a killer. "Court" your mate, profession, country. Provide anticipation - look forward to tomorrow. Provide privacy, time to unwind. Provide variety, and look for simple pleasures. Have humor, enjoy people. Be a caring human being." —The Clinton News-Record By Don Campbell It was a night of terror for everybody on the Mavis. Jamieson, the first officer, had been forced to take over command from a arunken skipper, who had refused to trim the canvas in the face of a'fierce Atlantic storm. The first officer had- ordered 'the crew aloft to take in sail. It was an order he had been reluctant to give' - sacrificing the lives of'the crew in a desperate.attempt to save the ship and its human cargo of Scottish immigrants. If Jamieson had feared the power of the wind and the waves, which tossed the little ship upon the ocean like a cork, now 'too he had to battle a thunder storm accompanied with driving rain which lashed at, the bodies of the men in the rigging,' clinging for dear life as they worked with wet ropes and slippery canvas. The blue streaks Of lightning which ziz-zagged all around, sizzled into the rolling waves and momentarily lit the sipping decks of the Mavis. The officer clung to, a kicking wheel as he gazed anxiously aloft. His fears were not unfounded. From the end of a yardarm the lightning caught the figure of a man -whofell-from the-rigging. His last screams were muffled by the tumult as he disappeared forever into the merciless sea. Water poured over the decks, carrying away any loose objects which were •not secured. It ran down the gangways and the steerage deck was covered with several inches of water littered with refuse, through which the confused passengers paddled around, looking at each other for comfort and reassurance. Children cried and clung to their mothers in fear. Everywhere, Gaelic voices appealed to their God for mercy. , In the confusion, there were those who stood on the wooden stairway, preferring to stand ready to dash upwards to the open deck and take their chances, if the ship should capsize, rather than be caught below the most certainly drown. One of;these was Flora Fraser, But there was no escape. Nowhere to move or stand in safety. One of the larger waves broke'across the after part of the ship, crashed through the steerage entrance and swept the people on the stairway backwards, They fell down onto the steerage deck, and underneath the Weight of the crumpled heap _was Flora! By the foremast, near the side of the ship and holding fast to anything which would help him keep his-feet, was Chippy Chisbolm. He kept looking first up at•the rigging and then at the first officer at the wheel, ready to obey any order that might come from the first officer. Inwardly he said a prayer of thanks that he, atleast, was too Old to be ordered up there into that swaying windswept nightmare. As• he stood intently looking upwards, he didn't see the captain 'Coming towards him, staggering, with the .ship's movement and the effects of rum. In morbid triumph, the skipper found a victim'; on whom to .heap his wrath, in Payment for the humiliation he had received from the first officer., ' `So it's reef the topsails is it, Mr. Jamieson? All hands aloft you say! And what about this thieving sailmaker? All hands you say, Mr. Jamieson - well, get aloft then Chisholm - you heard the first mate." He brought his boot up sharply and kicked Chippy in the groin. "Aloft then, damn you, aloft I say. Oh my Gdd, you'll pay for yeur disobedience." Chippy Chisholm grasped the bottom of a Jacob's ladder to prevent himself from t ping to-the deck. The pain inflicted by 'the captain waNauseating. He was lucky at that precise moment to hive a firm hold upon the rope, ladder. A wave broke over the decks and alinoSt carried him overboard. The captain was not so lucky. Lifted off his feet by the force of the water, he was first battered and then lifted over the ship's side. As he was being swept overboard, he found the end of a ,rope and frantically clung to it whilst he dangled above the surface of the sea. Chippy looked over the side and saw the terrified and hateful face of his eternal enemy begging for mercy. ,"Help me!" the, skipper screamed in terror, Had he not been overcome with pain, the sailmaker might have found the strength to save the captain of the Mavis. In later years thcise moments returned to haunt him!. He saw the mountainous waves, felt the movements' of a battered ship, and sometimes and perhaps the most haunting of all - the pitiful last cry of a lost soul trailing off into the wind.