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The Huron Expositor, 1986-01-15, Page 2q'C1 Huron . expositor '47 SINCE 1860, SERVING THE COMMUNITY FIRST BLUE RIBBON AWARD '1985 incorporating Brussels Post 10 Main Street 527-0240 Published In SEAFORTH, ONTARIO Every Wednesday morning ED BYRSKI, General Manager HEATHER McILWRAITH, Editor The Expositor Is brought to you each week by the efforts of: Pat Armes, Bessie Broome, Marlene Charters, Joan Gulchelaar, Anne Huff, Joanne Jewitt, Stephanie Levesque, Dianne McGrath, Lois McLlwain, Bob McMillan, Cathy Malady and Patrick Refits. Member Canadian Community Newspaper Assoc. Ontario Community Newspaper Association Ontario Press Council Commonwealth Press Union International Press Institute Subscription rates: Canada $20.00 a year (In advance). Outside Canada $60.00 a year (in advance) Single Copies - 50 cents each SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 15, 1986 Second 'class mail registration Number 0696 cn OPINIONm List makers still forgetful 1 find a pen and paper and settle down to make up my grocery list. In front of me i spread the ads from the local paper displaying the weekly specials. First I check the food in the et an idea of what 1 need. fridge 1 writeo items wn ards to en the paper even getting up occasionally to double check the inventory. I check the laundry leoom to see if there's enough soap, softener,..the cleaning. cupboard for deter- gents, polish, steel wool. Then to the bathroom to check for soap, deodorant, toothpaste, tissue and more. My list becomes longer and longer. I spend at least a half hour preparing the list...and then I head for the supermarket leaving the darned thing on the kitchen table, That is why I have a fridge full of carrots, a laundry room full of Fleecy and enough Jello pudding.and pie fillings to l last me 10 years. (It seems jello al n special). i am a list maker. Besides the common grocery list I make lists of just about everything. I would never get a thing done at work if I didn't spend the first part of every morning making up a daily duty Inst. Half the battle is making the list in some orderly sequence and half the fun is stroking off the items as they are completed. It gives me something concrete to look at, some real evidence i've earned my pay. I have to admit there have been days when the only thing on the list that was completed was item 1. Make list. When it's time to go to town I can't manoeuvre down Main St. unless I have a list HERE'S THE BEEF by Carolanne Doig of where I'm going and why.•The.nice thing abont living in a,small town with only one street is I can plan my list geographically. This saves steps as well as thine. It also keeps 'me from looking like a chicken with my head cul off. 1 make lists of bills to pay, books to read, projects to do and letters to write. Every dieter knows the daily list of food consumed is a necessary and often frustrating ritual. Taking a trip? Well i need a list of things to do before leaving, a list of clothes to pack, and a list of places to visit while away. [ even make a list of things for people to do for me while I'm en,joving the holiday, and if they're lucky they will he put on my list of postcard receivers, and maybe even on my list of those to buy souvenirs for. I can even turn a holiday into a list making ordeal. Usually right after the new year I decide this year I'm going to be super organized. I'll make a finance list. No more spending indiscriminantly. Debts go in a long column down the left hand side of the page and assets from a considerably shorter list down the other side. f plan a budget listing all incomes and expenditures. I list a timetable of payments. i spend hours on it and vow this year it's going to be different. Like roust of my financial lists it disappears shortly after completion. Good heavens! There is company coming. Well i heed a list of who's coming, another list of what I'm going to cook, and a list of what foods i need to purchase before i can begin my cooking list. Then I make a dist of cleaning that has to be done before they arrive and finally a list of what I need to do to he presentable when I greet them at the door, from washing my hair to ironing my outfits, Lists have become a time consuming but indispensable part of my life. i am not alone. Right this very minute there are people making up all kinds of lists. There are wedding guest lists (church and reception, church. meal and reception, and church only), there are lists of accounts receivables and payables, job lists, lists of this week's top 20. There are the lists of best and worst dressed people, the most eligible bachelors, the hest selling books in hardcover and paper hack, and the list is endless. Why there's even a hook of lists. 11' the next time you see me I look a little more confused than usual, i've probably lost my list of lists! Take an interest It is time people in Seaforth shunned apathy once and for all. Unless they are willing to take an interest in. what is going on around them Seaforth residents could lose the offer of an enterprising businessman - a businessman who wants to make a substantial investment in the town and its people. All the town need do is show it supports him. The said businessman is willing, and anxious, to invest a minimum of one-quarter of a million dollars in a recreation complex that will initially house an indoor swimming pool, weight and fitness room, video game room, change facilities and showers, children's recreation facilities, table, tennis and a small cafeteria. If built and If the centre proves successful he said more could be added including possibly a dance and dining area around the pool, and a basketball court - or whatever the public indicates it wants. This businessman is open to suggestions. However the public has been slow in showing its support. To date approximately 100 people have signed a list located In The Expositor office. Quite a number of others have Indicated verbally they are in favor of such an endeavour. But verbal support in this case will not work. In order for this businessman to make the "plunge" he has to have personal knowledge a minimum of 300 people support the idea enough to give him their name. In doing so they are not making any commitment of either their time or their money, but are Just giving this businessman some peace of mind before he puts up the capital needed for such a magnanimous project. In a time when.pArticipatlon is the name of the game, and when a rtumber4f Seaforth and area residents have their schedules heavily' • inundated with fitness -related activities it Is difficult to Imagine stit:h'° ' facility would not be wanted. Seaforth may be only a few miles from a number of such centres but those few miles can become a virtual continent away when Seaforth is engulfed by winter's fury. And it would be a crime If Seaforth were to lose the resources of this more than willing businessman simply because Its residents lacked the Initiative to say "yes." 1f that happens years down the road the town may regret Its apathetic stand and find then it's too late to compensate. It could end up like Goderich, competing with a number of other needs of its community and appealing to its council for the possible loosening up of funds in the future for such an endeavor. And In this day of financial and economic restraint such requests are often hard to meet. For some towns recreation complexes, while they would prove beneficial to a number of residents, are still regarded somewhat as luxuries and not ytecessities. Anyone who would like to Indicate their support of the proposed • construction of a recreation complex In Seaforth, can do so by signing a feasibility list in The Expositor office. — H.M. SWEAT SOCKS by Heather Mcllwraith Puppy love strikes i was able to do something on the weekend my father had been wanting me to do for some time (beside settling down and getting marrieds iwas able toview bee ofhis favorite films and one of what he calls the classier of his childhood: i spent two hours of my Sunday afternoon watching and even enjoying the escapades of "Laddie, son of Lassie." 'don't know exactly how long it's been that dad has been extolling lite virtues of the Lassie series - lassie; Lassie Come Home; and laddie, son of Lassie - but 1 do know dad has been anxiously awaiting the opportunity to introduce his children to each of these classics. He has even tried to get personal crspies of each of the films so he can have them at his fingertips to show both his children. and his grandchildren what it was he enjoyed as a child. 1 suppose the movies would provide a link of sorts with (he past. Birt those films are impossible to come by so when, quite by accident, mom and • I stumbled onto Laddie, son of lassie, we knew it was a movie We had to watch. The original intent of that Sunday afternoon hod been to find something suitable on television that would Iti11 its into a ciimfortable hour or so snooze, or at least lend itself to providing a relaxing type atmosphere. Oldtime movie buffs we Were drawn to the show by the obviously fake backgr»uitd shown in the opening scene, the type of backgrounds that most often accompany olid movies. little did we know What was in for tis until minutes later a collie wandered into the picture and webeard it addressed as Lassie. Idon't know what I was expecting. Probably something along the lines of the Littlest Hobo, a show that doesn't particular= ly appeal to )rue for sortie reason. But 1 was surprised. This show was nothing like that. whdethe story linewas a little far fetched, With laddie acxromplishing the:Most bizarre feats, it .vas a filth that inspired, as my father said it would, a ntumberof emotions. On the tree tops.... by Patrick Raftis Ho.akev r really don't like winter. In fact, i hate it with a passion. I hate shovelling snow, watching oust gobbling its way through my car, cold. bone numbing Arctic winds; endless days without sum and I also detest having to put an hour a day aside just to get into and out of winter clouting. Actually, winter has only three redeeming factors that make it tolerable. They are Christmas, New Years and hockey. Given the fad that Christmas and New Years are just one day deals, it is the love of hockey that helps cement the common bond among many of us and assists in making these miserable, dark cold days pass 811110 easier. Seaforth is a hockey town, period. Soccer, baseball, football, you name it, have never really gained acceptance in town. Witness the unselfish shakers and movers who. with lightening alacrity, got us a brand new arena erected in. seemingly. record time. Witness all the coaches, volunteers and others that spend tons of time, lots of money, plenty of sweat and some tears to keep the game alive and kicking. it does not take a Mensa member to see the huge Improvement In coaching and attitude, All this has transformed into a significant improvement in the calibre of our minor hockey players. Other good things about Seaforth hockey are theoldtimers who are living proof the sun doesn't set at the age of 35; the Sunday morning crew who prove the game can be immense fun; the Centenaires, who have came (till cycle and are now a league power; the Midgets and their highly successful In part f know this was doe primarily to the endearing quality of the collie. 1 mean who can inokinto those big brownpuppy d ee�r wwithout being smitten by "puppy hear the collie whimper without having your heart lord oirt of yothr chest_ But more than that it was the dog's undying devotion to his master Joe that inspired the most resped. He went through a virtual hell in overcoming the odds of finding his master when they became separated. And the acting ability of this beautiful canine was unreal f know for sure my dog couldn't do any of the things he did, but Laddie was smarter than most humans i know. What other dog, except fiddle and his mother Lassie. could 1. track his master to army training camp some 400 miles from home, 2. find the appropriate plane to sneak aboard when his master is to ship out on assignment, 3. parachute from that plane when it gets hit by gun fire, 4. sutwive a gunshot wound that octitrred uppoon his landing in War-torn Norway. 5. ski down the mountains of Norway. 6. dive into th'eieyand ttrmtllii'ous waters of a mountain river withetit mishap, 7. survive a number of bomb blasts that the viewer sees leave Laddie oftentimes knocked senseless and buried under a pile of smouldering rubble, and 8. at the same time acxmnplish his purpose rn tracking his Master across Scandinavia and survive -o an r' avoid captain by the German soldiers who are his enemy. Ho w do the ethics put it? - It's a gripping and heart-warming story about a love of a dog and his master, and in deference to my dad, who has been teased unmercifully for years about his sensitivity to television shows and movies Stich as this It was a good movie. And like he said healw'aysdid when he was a kid; when the movie was over,) I ta0, supposedly adult that I am, wanted; cheer for' the "underdog" who remarkably artd urii'mistakably saved the day. right spot of winter CORNUCOPIA by David Broome Scandinavian tour and all the little munch- kins from bantam down who make the game a delight to watch and have helped put the word powerhouse back into the Seaforth hndtey vocabulary All is not healthy in the world of shinny. however. A good many folks were tamed off by the crude performance of Canada's Junior team when they tackled the Soviets. I use the word tackled because it ant about describes their performance. Hack. slash. grab. trip. highstick charge and punch were the clever weapons employed by our national team that probably set our game hack years in the eyes of ohurEumpean counterparts ft was an ugly. disgraceful production that paved beyond a doubt wrestlers and street fighters will never heat skating and finesse. Actually, it all started with Clarence Campbell and the National Hockey League (NHL) brass way hack in 1967. The league doubled its teams that year and, as a result, the NHLhas never really recovered from that incredibly stupid decision M that time we had six teams with 21 good players. Today we have 21 teams with six gond rotes on each. • although. you may be har=d -pressed to find six on sonic clubs. Today it is a game of clutch. grab. hack, chop. slash and highstick. This is, Manama a carryover from the days of the Philadelphia Road Street Bullies. You remember them. don't yon? They were a team of Hulk Hogans that headlocked and Iegheld (heir way to a pair of Stanley Cups. There were. maybe, two or three skaters on that team that would have made the old six team league. There are some good things about the National Hockey League. There Is ageless tang Robinson playing like a kid again. isThere that whirling ^trtl.tsppeerrforming absolute Smagic We watch as Mario Lemieux develops into a true superstar. Then there is little Mats Nashmd proving you don't have to be built like Arnold Swan tanager and have the L.Q. of a dinosaur to play the game well. And how about Charlie Simmer who is a skating advertisement for Mnrphv's law. Don't Wed the Leafs forcomic relief and what's its name in Edmonton. Again. it's the little people, who trudge to the hockey every weex and the people who contribute their lives to these kids that helps make the game great. The NHL should take some lessons in eternal!! and sportsmanship, if it did our nntimmal gameat the pro level might not be in such sad shape. 1995 a pretty negative year hooking back at 1985 is a particularly - to your lfth lou t alit you want SUGAR AND SPICE to ratnind a yourself that lin dS or is pretty cheap in the eyes of the gods or whoever is In ttmtng the joint.olia took some heavy lumps. First, the by Dill Smiley mess at Bhopal, where a carbide company took a leak (no pun intended), and thousands were killed or made gravely ill. Then the mysterious crash of Air India off the coast of Ireland. No survivors. Just ordinary _. , e, going home to visit relatives. ' an ou imagine the terror as they plunged , ward the sea? Screaming, diddl- ing babies. To no avail. The brutal cold of the North Atlantic gave up almost nothing — a few bits of flotsam and jetsam, a few bodies. And other air crashes, not so spectacular, but just as deadly for those who died. And the ghastly shoot-out in Malta, where nobody seemed to know, or care. whether the matters were shooting terrorists or passen- gers. And the hijacking of an entire trufse ship in the Mediterranean. But even these events paled when compared to the grotesque tragedy of the , earthquakes in Mexico and Colotirnia. Not only about 40,000 dead, but thousands of others With their lives over -turned, their crops" destroyed, their homes lost. And we Worry because the pride' of Christmas trees has gone Up again. Things haven't been mudt sweeter at home, even though Canadians live in the best countryin the world, and seem to be immune froth great disasters, except for the Banged wthter. Harrod tuna, tainted buffalo meat (who eats buffalo anyway?), crumbling banks, ,, aR d a government that can't seem to put one foot in front of the other, without putting the ffrs't one in its mouth. Mr. Mulroney's gang, withqut his personal public relations facade. makes you start thinking rather longingly for Pierre Tfudeau, who at least despised the media and made no attempt to conceal it. However: we mustn't be morbid. We must leak Op, not back. I saw a black squirrel yesterday looking up at his home in one of my oaks, and calculating whether he had time to sock away another five hundred acorns for the coming months, when all the squirrels do is have sex, sleep and eat. And Isaw a solid citizen, looking up at the sky and saying, "Jee7 more snow doming," These are the positive attitudes we must adapt if We are to emerge next spring, pallid. bat survivors. Looklag up. rue painted a rather dark picture of 1985. Forget it, "and look up. And if you get some freezing rain in your eyes, don't blame me. Just go to the ligrtorstore and buy some wine with the anti -freeze in it. That'll clear your eyes, though it may not do much for your fiver Personally, things have gone well With me. I've onlybeen waiting fora hospital bed sinee Thanksgiving and will Probably be tucked waiting for some of those unspeakable tests", by April. None of my old friend's has died recently, and ',hope they carr say the Same for me. I've tostonlyonehub-cap Rat Winter trying to get into my garage, i'vepeettywell Mastered the art—and it is an art— of cooling for one. I sit down at the creek of noon( and figure out my menu for the day. Man does not live by bread alone. He needs peanut butter. as well. While rot working on ma menu, I have bread and peanut butter and a banana lots of protein. ft's Then f write some notes to myself. unhealthy to think about food all the time. Memo: Get that tea-pot, the only one in the house fit for guests, back from Hugh, who "borrowed" it last weekend; call Kim and see if she's still out of a jab; stop enol g: stop drinking anything stronger than barley water, get windshield wiper fixed; pay 1083 income tax. And s0 on: They certainly lake my mind off food. exhausted so I By that time, rm pretty have a little Zixt," or, as the bourgeois call it. "snooze." This takes a lot of energy ou�e f Me. because I dream of not having paid infl tes bill, the phone bill, and the gas bill. I wake tip in a nervous sweat. At this moment, it's tine to think about dinner. So 1 plod through snow to the garage, go down'toivna buy a paper, cigarettes and e . awl ere•I Wage, and drop in attic even , order a' ;take-out tiff theft deficient hot goulash, That takes care of dinner. Sometimes l strike it rich. Turkey dinner, Wonderful with MI fixings, with some old friend's. Talked the lady into half an apple pie. Unfortunately, My Son carne home that weekend. He likes ales. Mustn't go on like this. 1985 was great, if you're still, alive. 1986 is going to heti ,ne fine year. That is, if' keep looking up keep an eye for seagulls.