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The Lucknow Sentinel, 1978-09-13, Page 4Page 4—Lucknow Sentinel, Wednesday, September 13, 1978 The Lucknow Sentinel LUCKNOW, ONTARIO "The Sepoy Town" On the Huron -Bruce Boundary Established 1873 - Publlshed Wednesday Published by Signal -Star Publishing Ltd. Robert G. Shrier' - president and publisher Sharon J. Dietz - editor Antony N. Johnstone - advertising and general manager Subscription rate, $10 per year in advance Senior Citizens rate, $8.00 per year in advance U.S.A. and Foreign, $14 per year in advance Business and Editorial Office Telephone 528-2822 Mailing Address P.O. Box 400, Lucknow NOG 2H0 Second class mail registration number 0847 • September Arthritis month Canada has one of the world's ,best arthritis control programs. It is our responsibility as citizens to give as we can when canvassers call this month to keep Canada in this position. The focal points for Canada's arthritis control program are the Rheumatic Disease Unit:' located at university medical schools. These units provide exemplary patient care, high standards of graduate and undergrad- uate teaching, and excellent opportunities for clinical research. We have come a long way in the treatment of arthritis in just a few years. At one time most patients with arthritis could look forward only to a life of pain and disability. Now, disability can be prevented in most cases and pain can be controlled. The key is early diagnosis and carefully following doctor's instructions for treatment. The cause .of most types of arthritis is not yet known, but many who used to suffer from one form - gout - can now rejoice in the fact that research has provided complete control of the disease, as long as medications are taken as ordered. Give as you can when the canvasser calls during September - Arthritis month. Remember the slogan of The Arthritis Society - give more than a thought to arthritis. To the editor: The Lucknow Lawn Bowling Club would like to acknowledge and thank the following merchants for their donations on Labour Day, helping to make our tournament such a success. Fairview Dairy, Gerry Ross,. Robert McIntosh; Mackenzie and McCreath; Becker's Machinery.; Forster Septic Tanks; Lucknow Sentinel; Lucknow Appliance Centre; Henderson Lumber; Fina Garage; Massey Ferguson; Finlay Decorators; Goodhall, Campbell and Brophy; Gordon Fisher; Bank of Montreal; James Boyle; Symes Brothers; Anderson's Flax Mill; Gary Sutton; Loree's Ladies Wear; Art Helm; McDonagh Insurance; C & M Transport; Porter's Septic Tanks; Doctors Corn, McKim and Bradley; Grant Chishom; Treleaven's Mill; Hackett's Farm Equipment; Petter's Shoes; H & B Discount; Bain's Groceteria; Alex Andrew; Liquor Store; Joe and Dean Agnew; Greer's T.V..; Bill's Place; Ashton's Ready to Wear; Sepoy Stationery; Co -Op Store; East End. Drive -In; Jack's Place; Stu Reavie; Bud Hamilton; Montgomery's Garage; Pop Shop; Royal Bank; , McNay's Store; Char -Man's Clothing; Machan's Hardware; Johnson and Son; Mehan's Grocery; Cowan's Grocery and Umbach Pharmacy. The Lucknow Lawn Bowling Club Acres o Memory BY t A. CAMPBELL When I look back and recall the men who have inspired me with their courage and leadership,' I see the faces of Churchill, Patton and Diefenbaker. There,, have been other men too, unrecognised but stalwart. characters, each contributing in his own way, to the democratic society we now take for granted. "If a country's worth livin' in, it's worth fightin' fer," Angus used to say, with his head held proud and high. He was not the mean character he would have people believe. Beneath the rough hard shell, was a charitable soul, compassionate and understanding. When I recall the best in mankind, I remember Angus. As we worked together, I watched him tax his old rheumatic body to the limit. "Take it easy" was a phrase he never understood. So I watched him with apprehension. I needed Angus; needed that spirit of the pioneers which surrounded him like an aura He was an essential part of my life! One day, Angus was mowing hay in the southwest meadow which bordered on the bush and I was repairing the fence line. As I busied myself, stretching the barbed wire and hammering home the staples, the squeaky sounds of the horse drawn machine were, carried on the warm summer, wind. I paused often to wipe the sweat from my face and take a dri-nk from a bottle of tepid water. "Don't need water when yer workin' in the sun," Angus had told me. "Only makes yer more thirsty, an' yer'll sweat like a pig!" As the afternoon wore on, the team and mower disappeared into a dip in the rolling land, but I could still hear the squeaks and clatter as Angus pressed on with his task. Where did he find the energy to continue for so long? As I worked, I pondered on the foolishness which caused me to cling to the Hungry Hundred. The fence should' have, been completely rewired and several posts needed replacement but it was a case of mend and make do -- we could hardly afford the barbed wire to do a patching job! By what strange sense of pride do men struggle .in poverty in order to remain independent? It would have been easier, and far more profitable, to have been even a floor sweeper, in that government supported factory at Pantown! Wrapped up in my thoughts, I had forgotton about Angus. Suddenly I became aware that I could no longer hear the noise of the old mowing machine. looked across the land whilst I still pulled on the fence stretcher. On the rising ground close to the trees, the team of horses stood Motionless and there was a figure lying on the ground. nearby. Instantly, I was panic stricken! I let go of the fence stretcher and the barbed wire snaked back along the fence, zinging like a broken violin string. Disre- garding everything except the safety of my old friend, I took off like a frightened jack rabbit across the hayfield. If I ever had any doubts about how much Angus meant to me, they had disappeared. I never ran so fast in my life. My heart pounded and my head was filled with a million fears. In my careless haste to reach Angus, my foot caught in a hay covered ground hog hole and I sprawled headlong and windless on the field. When I struggled to my feet, there was blood streaming from my nose and a dull pain at my ankle. Breathlessly, I hobbled onward, crying out when I was within earshot of the still form lying beneath the trees. "Angus!, Angus!, my God, what have you done!" To my amazement the figure stirred and came back to life. With some difficulty he assumed a sitting position. He shielded his eyes against the sun and looked up at me as I. finished the last few yards in a limping walk. "Can't a feller take a breather without you rantin' an' ravi n' ! " When his eyes became accustomed to the glare, he saw my limp and the blood upon my face. "Don't worry about me -- you worry about yourself. Looks like yer been in a slaughter 'ouse, so it does." When he had simmered down a little, his voice took on a gentler tone. "You O.K.," he asked. "Want me ter go back to the 'ouse with yer?" I shook my head without speaking and slowly limped away -- the numbness was leaving my ankle and the pain was increasing: Yet the physical discomfort was of little concern, nor the fact that I had appeared to act like a perfect ass. Angus was alright, and that was all that really mattered to me! There was a lot of wisdom in what Angus said -- a philosophy which cannot be learned anywhere except from men who have known extreme hardship, yet never acknowledged defeat. Such men do not take human relationships lightly. "In all yer time on this earth, yer'll be lucky if yer can count yer friends on the fingers of one 'and." Angus would jerk .his head and look upwards as if talking to the sky. "I still got a couple 'o fingers left to count on!" Twenty years later, 1 reminisce on that strange, sincere friendship between a tough, rugged Canadian farmer and the Limey snob he cut down to size. I farm richer earth now than the hungry soil which Angus and I worked during our brief encounter. Yet to me there is something missing; a sense of, purpose which grows out of the lean years, watered by sweat and harvested by sheer guts and determination. "Never look back", 'it is said, but where are those tried and proven principles which my old friend taught me? Have they been swallowed by the "affluent society?" 1 stand on the threshold of winter, never to feel again the warmth I shared with Angus in the summer of my life! Aubrey's Observations The article entitled "The Craft Festival" was publish- ed several weeks ago in the Sentinel without any indica- tion, that I had written it. As 1 finished that article, I said "I believe in progress". Now progress can come from very small starts. The word "Why" could be the beginning of something that would be beyond belief. For instance, why did the Co-op go outside of town and build an all new building, instead of buying the necessary buildings next to them and remodelling into one large building? There is no doubt in my mind, that they can give not one, but several reasons. There is also "Why not?" "What for?" "What good would that do?" and many more of the same order. These questions, if taken and given some real thought and analyzed by the proper people Would make the difference between a train that is slowly passing into a dead town, and a place of advancement and prosperity. In one of my previous articles, that was not pub- , lished, I compared the vil- lage of Dungannon, in the years of 1915, 1916, 1917 and 1918. I have no doubt at all, according to data value then and now, that Dungannon was doing as much business then, as Lucknow is now. People will say it was the automobile that killed Dun- gannon. In my opinion, it was the people themselves, ,that killed it. Lorne McKenzie's Sales and Service of General Motors product was doing much more business than comparable places in sur- rounding cities. The bake shop stayed, and their product is very much in • demand today. Dawson's Store took on plumbing and deep well service, and are considered to be a prosper- ous business. These people had foresight on what the public needed, and the results speak for themselves. Yes, the rest of the village simply folded up and said, "What is the useV' I will grant you, that a great number of the business people were older men and a fire wiped out a large section, that is Dungannon today. Unless we have men of courage and able to vision the possibilities of Lucknow, and are willing to act on them, I can see the possibil- ity of my living long enough to see this happen to Lucknow. Progress is what made Canada a great nation, but it was not done by just sitting back and doing nothing. Why can we not make this a small industries village, instead of letting it go to pot? In my humble opinion the prosperity of the village sho- uld start in the council cham- bers. I would like to express my belief that all five men were men who, in taking care • of their personal affairs, business or otherwise, had made a success of whatever they were going. For this reason they were nominated and finally elected by the voting public. The public believed if they can make a success of what they are doing, they will do the same for us. , Personally, I have had a very small contact with the council. My only contact was when I wrote to the Bruce County Board of Education asking for a number of signs on Bob Street, and the only reward I received was a name placed on a new 'street which had never been nam- ed, and Mr. Hamilton told me this was done over protest. I still believe that "Slow School Crossing" signs should be placed on Bob Street and the street across from the school. I believe this should have been done before the school was open- ed, and that each succeeding council was guilty of neglect. Now that traffic has increas- ed ten -fold, our present council have a much greater responsibility. If council have a solid reason for not putting up these signs, then children's parents are entitled to a full and complete published re- port of why t)ley are not necessary.