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-WIPBY, FRP PRE$$,,WEDNESDAY,. DECEMIBER ý21J 1988,:PAGE 13 News? Cail Lorna Miler Phone 668-6369/ 1-694-1502 Merry Christmas and welcome to your column ail the noise would produce. present-wise, was a about your area. Rather than spout off at the giddying experience only the young can enjodth typewriter every week about things that are driving me______________ Christmas morning we would be us her sed th mad or making me deliriously happy, I would sheet-shrouded tree and into the klitcen where a appreciate your contributions with your happenings, hearty breakfast of oatmeal would await us. Imagine pIer peves, funny incidents or historical notes of A.S I SEE IT trying to down oatrneal in a stte bordering on Laerst we a okn vraclunIwoefrLraMle hysteria. Then we would fire into the living room te, ante aer Ias year. My ma colmantI wasthato by LraMle unveil the tree in all its glory with the presents piled athetruper spit oye seyaion ha enls thinunderneath. Funny, I can't recali a single present I cohe rcii th eson had beenmoe ofn received at one of those Christmases, but they must commrcilis; tat hoping ad ecoe mre f ahave been good. war tban a fun outing, and that pices were outrageous. Ail of this is still true.I can remember that my brother got a huge What made this season even worse, for my family toboggan and I, didn't but other than that I can't was the flu. AUl of us were struck down and I consider rmme htayoygtfraltoeyas Ecp be ait aved.(Pinpotueiefrth take lit, T e j y vs ofthat,)I always gave niy Dad a tie, and, bless bis heart, bepitd Pitr aenote) toilet par is bard to c0a he always wore themn. Even the handpainted ones with reach wben it's in the bail and you're nt It was alsoChristinas past the oul derricks and hors'seads. My Dad always gave bad timing for the washer to flood the bsement and Mom a garbage can asa joke and Bob gave everyone the dogs te jump the fence. I enjoy nothing more than knives one year, but the real presents I can't recail - standing on the front porcb in the freezing cold witb such a self-absorbed littie twit was I. my nose dripping and my stomach rumbling while an1 The meals were something else. My stomacb still officer of the Humane Society gives me a lecture on remember the year wben my brother was a baby and groans when I tbink of bow much we packed away at letting my dog mun lose. It's hard te assure someone puiied the tree over. My mom settled this by putting those Dickensonian feasts. Those were wonderfui times! tbat you bave it all tegether wben you're standing in the tree in the playpen and letting Bob run free. Don't you wisb tbat you could raise up even haif the joy tbe snow barefooted in a dirty housecoat, smelling bad Christmas eve, Bob and I would be sent to bed early and spirit of tbose Cbristmases past? I do! This year, and looking worse, but I tried. There was one good in the fond hope tbat we would drop off before having risen from my bed of pain to find Christmas thing that came of this - I had time te tbink back to daybreak. It neyer happened. We wouid lie awake and 'aimost upon me and only one present purchased, panic happier Christmases when I was a cbild. Nothing can listen to Mom and Dad getting the presents down from set in. What could I afford to get everyone? Suggestions compare te those times - in memory, anyway. the attic - always a noisy operation as a step-ladder in the paper range from Walkmans te cars. However, Every year we would go back to the woods and chop and much whispering and grunting were involved - and my wallet dictates the monitary outlay. the top off *a cedar tree and drag it home. Dad would placing tbem under tbe tree. Ah, the anticipation and So, Dad gets a tie, Bob gets a knife etc.. put on tbe ligbts then we would ail decorate it. I speculation that ran tbrougb our tiny heads about what Merry Christmias and Happy New Year. Minor inj urites iin accident A Brooklin man was treated, for minor injuries to bis rigbt arm after he was bit by a van while attempting to stop the driver from taking two doors from his home. According to Durham Regional Police, the two men were invol- ved in a civil matter over the doors. Gerhard Richard Jung, 48, of 4505 Anderson St., was hit whei, he attempted to stop the driver of the van from going through a set of front gates. At one point, Jung was pinned between the van and the gates, which were locked. The van eventually forced the gates open. Charged with criminal negli- gence and failing to stop is Robert Melvin Tripp, 46, of 117 Northview Ave. News from Myrtie MYRTJLE NEWS By Sonja Graham The annual Sunday Scbool Christmas pageant bas come and gone, and once again turned out te be a most memorable event. The evening program was filled with Christmas carols and sits performed by ail tbe children. A lot of hard work and dedication paid off in a beautifully presented pageant. Marg Stevens, Laura Fitzsimmons and Bonnie Christmas Crystail snowflakes, jingling belîs, Christmas colours, gingerbread smells, Frosted windows, burning logs, Dangling mistletoe and Santa Clauis, ]Red holly berrnes, evergreen wreatb, Smile big and show your teeth, Unwrapping gifts and saving tbe bows, Joyful feeling witb failing snow, Ringing chimes, tree, It's so warm sneeze. in the sparling I surely won't Sara Moore Meadowcrest LEITER Dear God, Can you please please give al the poor peple food. And cloths and a good Chrstmas dinner evry year. And a bouse just like me. Love Rosie Noonan Ste LO Reynolds gave their time and patience with the children; the UOW ladies organized supper and decorated the church. Santa Claus visited at the end of the evening. Christmas, is a time of happiness and joy, but for many tbis year there is a sadness in their hearts. This was the first Christmas without friend Fred Marconi. Atbough many did not know Fred by naine, for many years he and his wife brought the Christmas spirit te our littie church. A whole generation of children grew up with Fred watcbing over them. The Christmas tree planted last spring, in memory of Fred, is decorated with bright ligbts as a reminder of bis generous spirit of Christmas. Wishing friends and neighbors in Myrtle a joyous Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!