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Clinton News-Record, 1980-11-08, Page 21The Pe�ple'sS.miley is a favorite By Earl McRae of "Today"'magazine When 'I meet him at the school where he teaches English, the Storyteller doesn't disappoint; he the viii c -T dfe breVer ete ri tidy, middle-class, conservative town I've ever visited. He suggests more innocent, unassuming times in his plain and sensible raincoat, his pork- pie hat propped precisely on the top of his head, his narrow, slightly loosened tie. He recently turned in his '67 D9dge for a '72 Ford, which he calls the Heap. His mouth is permanently set on the cusp of a joke, and the humor, when it comes, is droll and mostly self -deprecating. He's small and wiry, with red, razor -glistened jowls that give up the scent of after- shave, and his white hair is short, neat and finely sliced, proof that the neighborhood barbershop is not yet extinct. "Reminds me of a story," he says when I suggest' lunch at a German restaurant on the outskirts of town. "Did a column on the- war -- oh, \this was years ago and to, make a. 'particular point I used the word `Daps.' Totally in context, of course. But I got a nasty letter from the editor of the paper in Taber, Alberta. Called me a racist and said his paper was seriously considering dropping my column forevermore. The guy hap- pened to be Japanese. "Well, I wasn't going to take it sitting down, so I wrote a followup column saying he'd taken it the wrong way, that I was a veteran myself and, hell, we used to call the Germans Huns, Krauts and Jerries; we didn't discriminate. Next thing I know, I get a letter from the Japanese guy's boss telling me. That's it, the column is definitely being killed. The guy happened to be German." The Storyteller chuckles to himself. "I was going to write another column sayings Look,, dammit, we Canadians were called Unfelts and Can - . then I thought, if the German guy's boss is a Canadian who writes back and says, We're not only dropping the column, we're suing, too, then I'd have lost all faith in people's ability to recognize humor and not take themselves so seriously." He shrugs. "So I didn't." "They cancelled it." The Storyteller grins. At 59, Bill Smiley of Midland, Ontario has much to grin about. For 25 years his pungent wit and wisdom has been appearing in dozens (10 dozen at last count) of weekly newspapers across Canada. Out there: the real Canada — the prairies and farmlands and fishing villages. His weekly column, the most popular and successful in the country, is distributed by Argyle Com- munications Inc,.,.. and costs the paper $3.50 a time. Smiley's share is $1.80, Argyle's $1.70. It doesn;t sound like much, and it isn't: it pays Smiley a little more than $10,000 a year. "You have to realize," says Ray Arevle. "that we're dealing with a lot 4• of papers with limited- financial resources. We used to charge only 50 cents a column. I personally feel Bill's column is worth considerably more, but Bill prefers the exposure to the money." -O top of his column fee-Ye-- earns ee eearns $30,000 as head of the English department at Midland Secondary School. So he's doing just fine. "Couldn't make it to work this mottling. Managed to get the old '67 Dodge started, barrelled through a drift onto the road, couldn't make the hill, backed down, got stuck while turning, was pushed out, went the long way around, drove fora bit in pure whiteouts, finally put my tail between my legs, or came to my senses, crept home, rammed the old buggy into a drift, and dived into the house:" From . a Smiley bad -weather column. Bill Smiley wasborn in Ottawa, one of five children (three boys and two girls) ; the familymoved to Perth, Ont. when he was 2. His father owned a shoe store, but the business failed during the Depressioij Smiley's- writing career was ca t early; in grade eight, he won the $2 first prize in an essay contest spon- sored by the town council. He can't remember the topic, but he does remember that the exercise defibed his goal: "I wanted to grow up to be a foreign correspondent, the old trench coat, the battered fedora, the whole bit." After highschool, he. went to the University of Toronto, majoring in honors English, but World War II intervened, and he joined the Royal Canadian Air Force as a fighter pilot. He flew more than 30 dive-bombing missions before he was shot down over Holland and captured by the Germans. With several other captured Allied servicemen, Flight Lieutenant: Smiley was taken to a train station in Utrecht to be sent to a prisoner -of -war cam somewhere in Germany. At one :tried to escape. When no one was looking, he darted into a cup- board station. An hour went by. He was starting to feel confident when the door was suddenly yanked open by a German soldier with a machine gun. "Raus!" (Out!) he shouted. Smiley jumped to his feet. As he did so, a pipe and tobacco pouch fell from his pocket. They belonged to the soldier with the machine gun. Smiley had furtively stolen -them earlier from the soldier's coat. Smiley grinned. The soldier didn't. He and four others kicked Smiley black and blue, cracking his kneecap and breaking his nose. Smiley decided it would be best to serve out the rest of the war in the camp. "Hundreds of thousands of young Canadians sneered at that old witch Death and offered their most precious possessions, themselves, to the bullets and the shrapnel, the mortars and the cannon... Most of them were just kids, two or three years older than you are. They had the same hang-ups you have: bad marks in Canadian storyteller math; frustrated love; uncertainty about the future. Those young fellows who were killed in ' France and Holland and Italy didn't have much chance of leaving anything behind. But they left a memory. Once a year, on Remembrance Day, we take a silent moment to think about those laughing boys who went across the ocean so that we could have freedom of speech, open elections, letters to the editor and gravy on our french fries.'' From a Remembrance Day column on his address to the school assembly. Following the war, Smiley re - enrolled at the University of Toronto. In 1946, he married a classmate, Sue Bull, tall and languid with dark, pretty looks, who would become the mother of -their - two . children:. -Hugh, now 32, living in Toronto and a missionary for the Baha'i religious movement; and Kim, 27, married and a high school teacher in Moosonee, Ont. Smiley had planned to do post- graduate studies and become a university teacher, but his intentions were short-circuited by . a family tragedy: his wife's brother-in-law, the owner of the Ontario weekly Wiarton Echo, drowned in a boating accident on Labor Day, 1949. Out of death was born Bill Smiley, newspaperman: he and a friend bought, the paper and Smiley began running it. "I found journalism fascinating. I covered everything and wrote everything." Including, from 1954, his column, then known as "Sugar 'n' Spice." "It started out strictly as a local thing. I gd-sick of the editorial `we,' the pomposity and- the pontificating. I decided I'd write whatever I wanted; dogfights, snowstorms, hangovers, anything at all, whatever struck my fancy. I was confident I knew my audience, I was one of the people, and I was sure my fears and foibles and fancies were theirs, too." Well, most of them, anyway. "One time," he says, smiling, "I did a column about the churches in Wiarton. Wiarton had about 2,000 people then and 10 churches. I suggested we sell all the church properties, since the town got no tax revenue from __them,_ and use the money to build one big church, using a different minister each week. That did it. I had every minister and Bible thumper in town marching into my office, screaming for my head. That's when I realized what fun being a columnist could be." The popularity (or notoriety) of Smiley's column grew rapidly; a year after it started, the editor of another Ontario weekly, the Durham Chronicle, asked to run it, and Bill said sure — at 50 cents a column. Four years later, he had 88 papers in Canada. He'd write one column, run off the required number of proofs and mail them out. Eventually, at a weekly -newspaper convention in Hamilton, he met Ray Argyle, then head of the Toronto Telegram Syn- dicate. "We plied each other with drinks and a deal was. struck,'" says Smiley. "Two bucks a column, plus all my expenses, even including promotio In 1962, Bill Smiley decided he wanted a break from the all con- suming demands of operating the Echo and sold out. Teaching high school interested him, so he looked around and found an opening in nearby Midland. But he continued his column, and at one point, in the early '70s, he 150 papers from coast to coast. 'tile figure is down today because more papers are developing their own local columnists. Many of Smiley's readers, ironically, think he's local. He gets about40 letters ,a week, and a recent letter from a lady in Red Deer, Alberta is typical. --ane wrote to me, addressing her letter to the Red Deer paper, and said she wished, I would expose her brother-in-law. She said he sells cars all summer, and then the. big bum goes on unemployment insurance all winter while she and her husband work hard on the farm. She said if I would just drop into such -and -such a tavern at 8 o'clock next Friday night, I'd see him standing at the bar, half cut." Bill shakes his head and grins. In fact, he never writes about local characters, except his own family. Particularly his wife, whom he's institutionalized as the Old Battleaxe or Trouble 'n' Strife, monikers she accepts with bemused indulgence. "She's my best critic," says Smiley. "The only time she gets upset is when she thinks I'm using too much slang or too many profanities. Then she reminds me that I'm an English teacher and should know better. I remindher that being able to teach English doesn't mean you know how to write. In fact," he chuckles, "I know of very few English teachers who can." "Being a graduate of the Depression, when people had some. reason to use bad language, in sheer frustration and anger, and of a war in which the most common four-letter word was used as frequently, and as absentmindedly, as salt and pepper, has not inured me to what our kids today consider normal. Girls wear T- shirts that are not even funny, merely obscene. As do boys. Saw one the other day on an otherwise nice lad. Message: "Thanks, all you virgins - for nothing." The Queen is a frump. God is a joke. The country's problems are somebody else's problems, as long as I get mine. "I don't deplore. I don't abhor. I don't implore. I merely observe. Sadly. We are turning into a nation of slobs." From a state -of -the -nation column.' Although he regards himself as a teacher first ("it pays me the most") A V and a journalist second, Bill Sr;niley does share One trait with columnists everywhere: the need for response, pro or con . He's hard pressed to single out th greatest reaction, but thinks it might have been a Christmas column many years ago that is considered a classic of its kind. It' was about an 8 -year-old Depression -era boy who coveted a pair of $5 skates in a store window. His parents were poor and couldn't afford them. Every day after shcool, the boy would go to the store and stare at the skates. And then go home. One day, his boot struck an object in the snow. It was a smailpurse. Inside was $8 and a lady's address. He took the purse to:the address and was about to knock on the door. But he didn't. He turned around, went back to the store — and bought the skates. He took them home and hid them in a shed behind the house. He thought up a story: he would tell his parents a kind lady saw him looking in the window and bought him the skates. That night, lying in the darkness, he heard sobbing from the kitchen. It was his mother. He crept down the back staircase and listened. He heard his father; speaking harshly: "I don't care," he said. "If we have to put the fuel bill off for a month, so be it. If we have to skimp on food for a while, so be it. The decision is final. He's having those skates. I'm getting therm - tomorrow." Racked with guilt, the boy snuck out of the house, before dawn, retrieved the skates and threw them in the river. The story is corny, maybe, but true. The boy was Bill Smiley, and the man has received letters about it from as far away as Texas. Bill Smiley writes his column between 4 and 5:45 p.m. each Tuesday in the second -floor den of his stately red brick home on Hugel Avenue. He ,works to the accompaniment of piano music from downstairs, where Sue is giving lessons. He works with a cigarette between his lips and a bottle of beer next to his typewriter, an old Olympic portable with a bum letter A that he refuses to fix because it gives the machine personality. He then mails the column to Ray Argyle in Toronto, who sends it out to •the member papers untouched. In 25 years, he has never missed a deadline. Says Argyle: "Bill can't be hurried, harassed, cajoled or browbeaten. he's a man of total honor- and onorand commitment, and, out there, he's a monument." That he is, and he has the writing awards to prove it, but surprisingly he's never had a book of his work published. Which, speaking of monuments, is the one he'd most cherish. "Oh, I've had `a couple of feelers, but nothing ever came of then.." And then, musingly: "Maybe it'll happen some day, who knows?" For Smiley buffs, that day can't come soon enough. Betty Hamilton's a mother to manyas a dedicated foster parent BY JOANNE BUCHANAN Since Betty Hamilton of Goderich turned her house into a receiving home for Huron County's Family and Children's Services seven years ago, she has seen 500 foster 'children come and go. As a foster parent for 61/2 years before that, she had looked after at least 20 babies, mostly newborns, on a short term basis. "1 often wonder what some of them look like now. f You can get at- tachect" td them but you, have to keep in mind right from the start that the departing day will come," says Betty. Being a foster parent is not always easy but it is often rewarding. Recently Betty was visited by three 'of her former foster children and was pleased to learn that they are all doing very well now as grown - ups. Betty's house on St. David Street is the only receiving home in the county. A.receiving home accepts children on a 24 hour seven day a week emergency basis from Family and Children's Services, often with very- little information. The Betty Hamilton of Goderich (left) runs a receiving hone for foster children out of her house on St. David Street. Here, she chats with Louaana Taylor, ii eocisil worker with Family and Children's Services who helps co-ordinate the activities in the home. (Photo by Joanne Buchanan) purpose of the receiving home is to provide the children with a warm, accepting family en- vironment at a time of crisis in their lives and to provide temporary emergency care for them until more permanent plans can be made. A social worker from Family and Children's Services co-ordinates the activities of the home and integrates and supervises the overall operation. Sometimes long term prlacements may be considered in the receiving home under special circumstances. At present Betty has three long term placements living in her home. One of these placements, a 20 -month- old girl, requires extra attention and must do speci, 1 ,.Oxercises three time`a day because of her slow development. Betty works closely with the Children's Psychiatric Research Institute on this and a nurse visits her home every two weeks. „• In the past, Betty has also looked after retarded children, emotionally disturbed children and one baby with cerebral palsy. She has had as many as 10 placements in her home at one time. The Hamilton household is a busy centre of activity as Betty offers her services to Family and Children's Services in a variety of different ways. She has an answering service in her home which people can call on a 24 hour emergency basis. "That's a big boost for -us, - says Louanne Taylor, the social worker in charge of fostering who works closely with Betty. "Often the person who calls the answering service just wants someone to talk to and Betty can calm them down so that a worker doesn't have to go out right then. But there is a worker available at all tines if needed." Another of Betty's jobs is arranging- -volunteer drivers for those childrren under Family and Children's Services care who must be taken to hospitals, doctors or special schools out of town. She also drives parents to visit their children in various foster homes and observes their reactions to them. She keeps records from her observations that the social , workers can use for assessing the older children to match them up with the best possible foster parents available. Betty's receiving home takes in; mothers and children in need of protection as well as unwed mothers and abused children. Often she is required to go to court concerning these children. She must work closely with a number of dif- ferent people and in- stitutions and she has found all to be most co- operative. She works with the families of the foster children she takes in. She works with the various police departments in the county and with doctors, the public health unit, the Huron Centre for Children and Youth in Clinton and the Children's Psychiatric Institute. She also works closely with the schools. "If I'm not told by the teachers what 'my' kids are doing wrong at sehool, I can't correct the problem," she explains. Betty believes in discipline. ""There are rules here the same as in any other home," she explains. "And the children all have to do chores like making their beds and doing dishes. I'm always reminding them that they're not at the Holiday Inn. Betty says that often the other children in the home will help with the discpline and remind the newer children of the rules. Betty explains that after awhile you can 'read' children. "You get to know 'the runners' right away," she says referring to those children who have a tendency to run away from home. With teenagers, she says, the first thing you have to do is gain their trust and you usually have to meet them three- quarters of the way in- stead of half -way. "I never back down from them though," she says. Betty says that you can't turn children against their parents no matter what they have done to them and that you shouldn't even try. There is always a bond between parents and children no matter what has hap - pened, she explains. She doesn't make her foster children call her mom unless they want to. Most of them call her Betty. Betty, has learned about fostering and child care from experience. She says it's mostly common sense. She has attended a few workshops on ,the subject as well. She is not exactly sure how and why she first became a foster parent but says it is just something she has always wanted to do. She thinks it might have something to do with the area in which she was raised. "I was raised two blocks away from what used to be called 'the Shelter' on Cameron Street here in town, I' used to walk to school with the children from the shelter and go to their birthday parties," she explains. "Also t was an only -child." Betty says she takes her fostering job one day at a time. Just when shb gets used to planning meals for 14 people, some of the children leave and Turn to page 6A •