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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.