The names Jack Baker, Stan Pitts, Bert Hick, A.T. Claxton, R.I. Moore, Dick Butler, Herb McFadden, Ada Greaves, Charlie Lamb all have one thing in common; they were, in my days as a young man in Lindsay, at one time or another, members of Lindsay's Town Council.
Things haven't really changed all that much over the years insofar as concerns length of meetings, taxes, which ward benefits more than the others and often what started out to be light-heated discussions could turn in to be nasty arguments where personalities were not exempt from being bashed.
One of my first (of many) assignments with The Post, as a budding young scribe, was to cover a number of activities in the town.
Lindsay had its own "watchdog" in the person of a Mr. Jim Healey.
Jim was always on top of things going on in the town and being a property owner, ran unsuccessfully many times for a seat on council.
He was a man who, if he had anything to say (and he usually did) was not at all shy in saying it. The greatest memory that sticks out in my mind was a night he was attending a session of council and, feeling council was getting nowhere, jumped to his feet and said to Mayor Charles Lamb "Mr. Mayor, I have a suggestion; why don't you and all of your council go down to Edward's Hardware Store and have your heads put in their paint mixing machine and have them shaken up then we might get a segment of common sense coming out of you people."