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The Voice that Reminds
Us of the Heart
By Dianne Fines
RR 1. Bluevale
Events and people and objects
IS change so very little on a day-to-
day basis that those who are
nearest them often fail to see that
changes have occurred. Yet; even
a short absence is followed by the
realization that many things have
happened in the interval to make
the familiar not so familiar any
More.
Because I have been away
from home .for most of the past
two and a half years, I could have
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developed a sort of Rip Van
Winkle complex about the com-
ings and goings of the people and
places that timed to know so well.
It could have become a place of
strangers, with somewhat fa-
miliar last names. And I might
have lost toilch. with the issues
that concern rural Ontario, the
issues that are so important to
the people I love.
Instead I feel that I do know
what is happening in my home-
town—for, despite the fact that
the community and I have
physically parted ways, the fa-
miliar, dependable, ever -taken -
for -granted weekly newspaper
has maintained my spiritual ties
to the area for me.
Tn its accounts and pictures of
local events, I see that things are
the same as always and yet
things have changed. .. 4 -'era and
Junior Partners still meet (al-
though theyall seem to be young-
er brothers and sisters of the
people I used to go to meetings
with.) And at the high school
there are old and new faces and
names and events. In the stores
and offices and community clubs
there have been promotions and
retirements, enlargements and
mergers and closings.
Knowledge of almost all of
these events might have passed
me by, except for the fact that my
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hometown newspppelr'
its job as communnity
and community voice.
The hometown weekly; MVOS
the local "(not the global) villa
and so; more than any htl"
medium of mass commmunIcation,
it seems to carry people-nev
stories about places and pefsonS
and a culture with which we Can
identify. The "hatched, matched
and dispatched" columns, the Ar-
ticles, .the photos are about o1W
neighbours and relatives and
friends and about a way of life
that is familiar, good, and ours.
The people in those column
and articles and photos hold
values and attitudes and outlooks
competition
on life that are too valuable .to be
lost.
In a world where almost noth-
ing else is for sure, there is al-
ways the smile on a child's face
as she leads her calf, or the
strength and serenity of a couple
with 50 years of marriage, or the
spirit of togetherness in a com-
munity -supported event.
May those smiles, that
strength, that spirit never Ieave
rural communities. May the
weekly newspaper continue to
picture and talk about them, so
that "expatriots", such as my-
self, can be reassured that life
goes on, changed and yet un-
changed, and that the heart has
not left rural Ontario. -
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- The Sennit Scroll
By Dorothy Thornton
Bluevale. Ontario
Janet turned toward the win-
dow, meeting the warm rays of
the early morning sun as it
streamed across her bed and old
quilted coverlet. Opening her
eyes, she stretched back on her
pillow and then remembered
where she was.
Only last night Janet had ar-
rived at the old farmhouse where
she had been born and spent her
early childhood and youth. She
had anticipated a long quiet rest-
ful summer where she could fin-
ish writing, without noise or in-
terruption, a . book about people
'and a community similar to Sen -
nit. - j-
Slowly she collected her
thoughts after "intermissions of
day -dreaming, and drifting back
into the past. As she reminisced
she recalled incidents from 'her
early life, Suddenly, Janet re-
mnember id that there was a sta.-
tion wagon to unpack and things
to put in order, if she were to be-
gin life in her quiet summer,
abode.
At the kitchen door, warm sun-
shine creeping through the old
clematis vine suggested that the
wooden table built around the
Dutch apple tree would be an
ideal place to have breakfast. As
Janet was finishing a second cup
of coffee and watching a robin in
the branches she was suddenly
disturbed by footsteps near the
hedge. Mrs. Minevert, whom she
had asked, before she arrived, to
put the old house in order, ap-
peared. Janet was glad she had
come so she could pay her and
make arrangements for her help
once a week during her stay.
As they sipped coffee together,
Mrs. Minevert asked Janet if she
would be interested in getting
The Sennit Scroll during the sum-
er, as she would take her sub-
scription.
Hoping not to offend her, Janet
replied, "I shall be very busy and
I don't have any interest in Sennit
anymore so it would be foolish of
me to subscribe to it. In fact, I
wish to be quiet and left alone in
order to finish my writing."
By mid afternoon, Janet had
moved her'typewriter inside to
the shaded and. cool dining -area.
A gentle tap at the side porch
door revealed Lori, a little girl
'with a hot casserole and muffins
for her supper. Lori welcomed
her back to the old house and
asked her if she would like to go
to the Lancaster Garden party
with them to -morrow. As gra-
ciously as possible Janet declined.
the invitation.,,Janet had been a
school chum of Lori's mother.
She hated to be rude but she.sin-
cerely hoped the neighbours
would leave her alone and not feel
obliged to visit or entertain her.
Next morning Janet woke with
the drumming ofraindrops on the
roof. Asshe lay listening and re-
calling the magic patter they had •
once held from years gone"by, she
was rudely brought back to real-
ity by droPs on her face. A leaky
roof required a repair inan. She
would have to use the phone that
she had hoped never to use that
summer so as to avoid commun-
ity contact. Lori Strats' mother
would know someone 'who re-
paired roofs.
Agnes' voice and warm laugh-
ter sounded familiar. Janet
thanked her for the splendid cas-
serole and Muffins and remarked
that Lori was such a'nicely man-
nered 'child. "I • shall send Lori
over with The Sennit Scroll for
the Want Ad section has several
names of repair men with their
phone numbers and by the way I
got the recipe for that casserole
in this week's Scroll."
Browsing through the paper,
Janet found a repair man; dis-
covered the ingredients for the
casserole and also the notice that
the 'Lancaster Garden Party had
entertainment—a play by local
talent. For a full ten minutes
Janet's thoughts •drifted back to
the old stage» plays she and- the
neighbourhood children had per-
formed in their hay loft. Mike
Wildonl'had played the giant and
chased Bob Keeken, who played
Jack all the way down the hay
mow. pole. Taking a second look
at the notice she almost gasped
as she saw .Bob's name appearing
in the cast..
Agnes phoned again to invite
Janet to go with them. After she
accepted, she felt disgusted with"
herself for weakening and be-
coming, involved in the commun-
ity's social life. She thought to
herself, "Well, just this once, I'll
have to write all ' day and work
quietly and make up for lost
time."
During the afternoon as she
typed, she wondered about some
past events and people of the
community. Browsing, through
The Sennit Scroll she found busi-
nesses still in the. family name
and familiar families in the social
news. She even found three of her
school friends in pictures and
learned of their achievements
and contributions" to the com-
munity.
At the Garden Party, Janet
talked with many former neigh-
bours and school friends as Well
Advance -Times Thursday, April 27, x97 Page E
My PoltutettflOrnitavin
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silty, Marilyn amgram, RRR , #�r-in, .. - . .
Yesterday I saw a newspaper struggled through "Bill Smiley",
lying beside the sidewalk, but I would later contemplate the
marked with tracks of a passing subject in the darkness of my
car, wet with the declining snow, bedroom. d
and appearing to be just another I, cut through the obituaries and
specimen of garbage littering our red the movie guide, looked at
much polluted world. I stared at th ,pictures, which usually
it for some time, pondering why caught my attention.
there were so many thoughtless I decided I would dry out my
people in this world, who would paper, and cut out the pictures of
go to the immense trouble of ob- the "town of the past", for my
tanning a hometown newspaper science projects.
and then dismissing it with so "Letters to 'the Editor" are
little respect! usually associated with coin -
As I stooped to pick it up, my plaints, but after wringing the
senses warned me of an oncom- paper, . I located some genuine
ing car, so I stepped back, and for improvements in the requests
the second time this seemingly After skimming through "To -
unnecessary "piece of junk" flut- day's Child", I felt sincere regret
tered to the other side of the for those less fortunate than I.
pavement. I dashed across the I paged past the newlyweds,
street, grated my new orphan, ' only pausing to decide if I liked
and decided that "this?' paper the outfits.
was going to be treatedwith a I read "who" had won "what
little more respect than in its pre-. championships", and recalled
vious existence. ' whether I had seen them.
When I had descended my bed- I stopped to glance At the
room and placed my weary self known fact that "someone" had
on the bed, .I opened the news- visited "somebody", 'but I made
paper to the front cover. Through a personal note to look up on a
the now -mangled print, and uncle- map, just where that "some-
cipherable photography, I at- where" was.
tempted to read the drenched ' As I concluded, I conceded that
paper. I spent little time on the whoever had previously `owned"
first section, except to ponder the this small-town , newspaper had
classified ads, but moved on to obviously been missing some -
my favourite: the editorials. thing.Then I walked down the
Editorials seem to supply the steps, to the lower portion of our
public with something to think dwelling place, and found on the
about, something that will either coffee-table an edition of the
infuriate them, or something with paper, identical to the paper I
which they wholeheartedly, had just finished reading, and
agree. It didn't happen to be -"my realized that a paper like _my
day", because I was • 'fated drenched orphan was delivered
with one statement w ";; said, to our home weekly, and con -
"The editorial page • is easily sidered that the best news can be
understood by adults." There are located anywhere, and it was like
other people besides adults ! the main objective of a news -
Don't they receive any con- paper: to inform the' people; and
sideration? My temper had that, "world" is what a little pol-
cooled down by the time had lution can, do!'
The Hometown Newspaper
By Isabel Oke, Belgrave
Pragmatically, the Hometown
Newspaper is a necessity. It
keeps us informed on vital statis-
tics and saves us from gaffes
such as enquiring after someone
who was buried last month. It is
indispensable to newcomers to a
district. Reading the personals,
obituaries and accounts of family
reunions is an excellent way of
sorting out the natives and learn-
ing who is related to whom. '(Not
knowing about relationships has
put many a foot , in many a
mouth.)
It's a' great curiosity-satisfier.
Ilwe we can't find anyone to tell us
who was involved in the six -car
smash-up at the corner of High-
ways X and Y, or *here the fire-
.. truck was going, we can relax,
secure in the knowledge ' that
we'll read about it in the Paper.
To political illiterates, the re-
ports of Council and Board meet-
ings clarify the edicts handed
down from Toronto and Ottawa.
We can see how government de-
cisions affect us, and what they
- are likely ' to cost. While posses-
sion Of the fats does little to 'ease
the pain, there's a certain satis-
faction in knowing what is being
done to us.
The Hometown • Newspaper's
editor is a gentleman. His editor•
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as several participants from the
play. But Janet forced herself to
refuse 'their hospitable invita-
tions as graciously as she knew
how. •
Next morning Janet solemnly
resolved to write a fixed quota .of
pages each day and bury herself
in her typewriter and notes. 'Al-
ready nearly a week had passed.
Hurriedly she reached for an old
paper and emptied the contents
of the coffee pot. As she wrapped .
up the garbage she noticed the
editorial. Pushing bask the coffee
grounds she read the editor's
comments on conservation , and
the -community's part in the pol-
lution program. Another topic
dealt with .young people's con.-
cern
on-cern with poverty, pollution and
prejudice.
"That's it, that's what I need
for my book," thought Janet.
Before she. got started to write
a knock came on the front screen
door. A man from The Sennit
Scroll appeared with a • compli-
mentary copy of the paper. How.
could Janet refuse? Inside that
very copy were ideas and ma-
terial for her book. The very
shape and mould •of the whole
little Sennit community was re-
flected in its hometown news-
paper.
When the reporter suggested
an interview and asked questions
about her other novels, Janet
knew there was no sense hiding
her identity and dreaming of a°
quiet secluded summer. She
needed the community, its people
and happenings to make her new
book come alive. The Sennit
Scroll had shown her this. She
must repay them for their help.
The book could wait another day.
After the interview she would
visit the Strats and perhaps Lori
would come over. She could show
her the magic summer theatre,
the willow swamp and the
Fairies' Meadow. Janet had a
little living to do. Yes, the book
could wait.
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ials are fair and objective. His
political preference is inescap
able, as he'd have to be neutral to
the point of banality to hide it, but
lin rarely .11s' we lac orae to
become. an editorial bias. Al-
though I'm occasionally incensed
to the point of wanting 'to punch
him on the nose, and, am deterred
mainly by the thought of head-
lines in the next issue reading
"Middle-aged Mother of Three At-
tacks Editor', he never descends
to the hysteria common to the
dailies. • Even when he doesn't
know what tee's talking about, he
writes rationally. .
Sensation ,is not his aim. One
cannot imagine his being guilty of
the heartless lack of taste that led
the dailies to print photographs of •
Robert Kennedy as he lay dying.
The Hometown editor plays tra-
gedy down, not up. If a man goes
berserk, shoots his wife and chil-
dren; then turns the gun on him-
self, the' Hometown Newspaper
makes as little as possible of it. A
suicide is .reported, in the 'obitu-
aries as having died `suddenly, at
his home'. Indubitably, everyone
in the county knows the truth, but .
the editor doesn't sell papers by
gratifying morbid curiosity. ° •
These points all make the.
Hometown Newspaper ' an im-
portant factor in our lives, but its
most valuable function is its con-
tribution to a sense of identity
among its readers.
City children get their names
and pictures printed only if they
chance to be kidnapped or run
over by a bus. In Hometown they'
appear as team -members, par-
ticipants in fairs, recipients of
diplomas, awards and prizes, or
as performers at concerts. Birth-
day parties, tonsillectomies, trips
to camp and visits to grandpar-
ents are all reported, and long be-
fore a child can read he gets a
very special thrill from being .
shown his very own name printed
in the paper.
An adult city -dweller, bom-
barded by daily• news of people
and places he has never seen, has.
moments when he isn't certain
that he exists. To make the
dailies, one must be rich, famous,
notorious, criminal or the victim
of a particularly heinous offense.
We rural people read about our
neighbors and ourselves, and
even if .the information is .rela-
tively unimportant, it's a sort of
certification of our existence.
Why else do people who left
Hometown permanently decades
ago subscribe to the Hometown
Newspaper? They can't Conceiv- .
ably know the people in the news,
but when they read that John
Jones has graduated from uni-'
versity, they can say, 'That
would be Bob Jones' boy. I re-
member the Joneses'. And for the
moment the world is less alien.
To those of us who regard city
life as equivalent to a sentence to
penal servitude, the Hometown
Newspaper typifies all that is
best in our lives. None of us is
merely one of, a faceless herd. We
are all individuals and important
to each other. Our communities
remain communities, immune to
the current passion for cen-
tralization. Without the . Home-
town Newspaper the struggle to
retain our individualism would be
badly hampered, ifot impos-
sible.