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Goderich Signal Star, 2011-11-09, Page 8to the editor celebrates .tone ersary • r, • ,r2,2011.Today isthe 75th of Canada's national public er - a hallmark of culture and c life in this country - one that celebrate, not just today but • ars, CBC/Radio-Canada has ongside you and this great erre grown from a smattering -language radio stationsto full-service broadcaster with from coast -to -coast-to-coast. roadcasterthat brings you sion, Internet, mobile and sed services in French, Eng- riginal languages. We have the technologies that con- nsforrn how we live, work ct with each other. We've 'lithe stories that connect us er, our communities, this d the world—to create a we canproudly call our own ices. anada faces cultural chat- unlike those that led to the ubhc broadcasting an this ontent from the world over is n countless platforms: cies- d have access to stories cre- r and about. Canadians, and. ations of what public broad- ould be must continue to st as they have over the last 75 •1 • we nurture a strong Cana- ral identity? How do we t we are exposed to world events, and have access to a perspective on it? How do we portunities.for national, d local expression? How do ge the discussions and at enrich our democratic life? do we create a critical mass of t are inimitably Canadian? tegy for the future is about th Canadians everywhere to ays that allow us to take on tions together and progress ture. Today, CBC/Radio-Can- s to celebrate, and know that ighted to be a part of that with • Hubert T. Lacroix President and CEO CBCJRadio-Canade mine hsignalstar.com 1 of your news, sports and more. • t;odench and surrounding area Wednesday, November 9, 2011 Signal -Star 7 www.gaisridhsignalstar.com We can make the world a better place. We owe it to the fallen and ourselves To the editor, Horace Morgan Cayley Hamilton, Dickinson . Hamilton, the Duck- worth - worth and the Munday brothers, Ed Jenner* Hooley Moh ing, the Brim- macombe brothers, Lionel Eliot These are names from the St. George's parish church, part of a much longer list of boys who served in the armed forces, some who died in places like the Somme and Vimy and Normandy. They are recorded on lists posted on the walls of this church and mostly forgotten by us. Why bring their names up? Why bother to remember them at all? When 1 was a child, every year on my birthday, mum made me stand against the doorjamb in the kitchen in my sock feet with a straight back. She would stand over me with a ruler and pencil and she would make a mark on the door jamb. She would date that mark and note four foot two, right there on the wall. When we left that house years later, there were six marks for me and six marks for each of my two sisters. As the last kitchen chair and the last box of spices and dishes were carried out of the house, the family stood there and recalled life. 1951, four foot one that was the year Allan ran away from home on his tricycle and got brought home by a nice RCMP officer. 1954, that was the year Mary Jane got stung on the tongue by a nasty wasp and we thought we were going to lose her. These marks on the door post told us of steady growth, a process of maturing, of learning to deal with the circumstances and incidents that life lays before us, of growth from childhood to a peaceful adult- hood. We remember the stories of life with a mix of affection, of grief; of resolve to move on. Is that why we post these lists of names on our church walls? Perhaps. More so, we place these names on our walls out ofgratefulness for what these folk achieved for us. We post these names so that we can be reminded to nurture our sense of thankfulness. When we see these names posted, we begin to ask questions in our attempt to understand the past as way of figuring out the present and the future. How does that play out in life? Given the right fame of mind, we can stand and look at a farm com- bine blowing dust as it harvests the soybeans and realize that all that steel could have just as easily been part of a bomb -resistant LAV vehi- cle rolling down a country road m Afghanistan blowing machine gun- fire at some enemy on the run. We remember what could have been and we are grateful for the way of life we cherish. We have been granted a way of life that came at an incredible price. The reality is that peace has been expensive and these names posted remind us of the cost. Is that why we remember them? Over the years the lists of names of those who died grew longer just as the marks on the door post seemed to climb endlessly. But this list of names does not tell us of steady growth. Instead, it reminds that in spite of the fact that one generation of men sacrificed themselves for victory and peace, another generation found itself embroiled in the same bitter battles over and over again. And so we begin to lose our opti- mism for life and ask, if they will ever learn. Is that why we remember? Well, some others say we remem- ber these endless lists of the fallen as a kind of apology to their families for us letting them sacrifice them- selves over and over again in the recurring evil of humanity. These poor folk got caught up in humani- ty's endless cycle of greed and hate and selfishness. And we let them repeat this injus- tice, generation after generation. We are so very sorry but even so we watch the wheels of life turn around and around and plunge into another war and another war, because humanity seems addicted to power and greed and selfishness and hate. And so we remernber. We ask ourselves when if we will ever learn. And lest you feel our generation should bear the guilt more than another, let me remind you that the ancestors of our Jesus, the Messiah, the (.:hrist included thelikes of Jacob the cheat, Tamar the prosti- tute, David who killed a man to get his wife and Solomon who wor- shipped two gods. So what is it we should really remember, anyway? Out of all the weaknesses and faWmgs of humanity, there is cause for optimism. In spite of all the fail- ings and repetitive sins of humanity, there carne a Messiah who taught us that grace and mercy are always more powerful than violence and hate and greed and selfishness. We need to do more than team these lists of fallen soldiers. We need to know the stories that brought about their sacrifice. The stories of power hungry generals and politi- cians and the stories of mad men. And yet in the midst of all these stones we meet veterans who come home and express unbridled opti- mism for our way of life, for our longing for peace, for justice for the downtrodden, for food for the hun- gry and cure for the sick. It is possi- ble, they say. These lists of ineo and women did not die in vain. We Christians believe in the power of resurrection. Never do we glorify dying, but always we say that out of death can come resurrection; the new life. It is possible. We need to dedicate ourselves to studying these lists of the fallen. To knowing the. stories behind then i. . To searching for the thread of Chris- tian values wandering through all their stories -that teaches us to dedi- cate ourselves to a sense that we can make our world a better place. We owe k to the fallen. We it to our- selves. We owe to our God. The Ven. Allan Livingstone, Rector St George's Anthican church, Goderich UK doctor has fond memories of 1950s Goderich Prayers for Goderich from Kamloops To the editor, I was shocked recently to read about the August tornado, and to see the photos. They tore a hole in me, just as they laid waste to the heart of your town. 'the Goderich I remember Is the Goderich of the late 1940s and early 1950s..I have won- derful summer memories. Being a youngster; I was particularly keen on the splendid beach—by the harbour, as I recall. The weather was hot (usually), the sun bright, the waters of Lake Huron clear and sparkling. I usually made the mistake of taking too much sun, too quickly. And 1 suffered for it. We spent many hours wandering round the town, and through its elm -shaded sec- tions; and a few evenings at the cinema thea- tre. I remember well one of the films we saw: Showboat, with the sultry Ave Gardner and Howard Keel. 1 also had my first experience of young love, aged 12. And though a subject of much Jest and mockery for my family and friends, it was for me—to my own surprise and aston- ishment—very much the 'real thing' and has remained so throughout my life. One never knows. Though I have lived here in England the past nearly 50 years, I have never forgotten Goderich. Many good memories remain. It is very painful to view the damage, and to think of the much greater pain suffered by today's residents. It cannot be easy to deal with the shock, first hand, that nature has dealt the town in her savage and random fashion. My hope is that swift steps will be taken to repair the damage. My further hope is that. care will be taken to 'restore' rather than hast- ily to 'replace.' ast-ilyto'replace. In this Sussex town where 1 live, we have suffered greatly from much 'replacement,' and very little 'restoration.' The spirit of this lovely old town has not quite been destroyed, but it has been badly dam- aged. I would not wish this for Goderich. It deserves the best. And I am sure it will get it. As my small contribution to the restoration process, I am sending on a cheque for $200 to the Editor `of.the Signal Star, to be passed to whoever is organising the local prugramme of'testoration and re -development: I wish the folk of Goderich, and Town itself, well. Dr. M. Vickers, Burr Side, Turners Hill Road, East Grinstead, West Sussex RH19 41.x( UNITED KINGDOM To the editor, To the people of Goderich. I was born and wentto school in Goderich. I am grateful to my brother Gene Powell and his kind wife Rita for sending your paper of Aug. 24 showing all the devastation. When I was in my teens, I delivered papers in most of the are hit so badly. My grandmother lived on Arthur Street and 1 have a niece and her husband that live on Bennett, not that far off West Street. flow fortunate there was not more lives lost. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of you and may Goderich once again be as pretty, as my tapestry wall hanging with the courthouse and all the historical build- ings just as they used to be. The reason 1 have taken so long to write is I had hip surgery at University of British Columbia Hospital in Vancouver and was away recuperating. My prayers are with you all. I also went to Victoria United Church in my teens and have nice pictures taken outside the church. Sincerely, Margaret Norris Kamloops, BC