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PAGE 18. WEDNESDAY, JULY 9, 1980, WHITBY FREE PRESS Between You andMe uJu By RUTH CHAMBERS RULES FOR STAFF, 1879. (1) Godliness, cleanliness and punctuality are the necessities of a good business. (2) This firm has reduced the hours of work and the clerical staff will now have to present between the hours of 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. on weekdays. D. THAPAR Denture Therapist 214 Dundas St. E., Whitby 668-7797 HOURS: Mon.. Sat. & Evenings By Appointment 0nly (3) Daily prayers will be heard each morning in the main of- fice. The clerical staff will be present. (4) Clothing must beof a sober nature. The clerical staff will not disport themselves in raiment of bright colours nor will they wear hose unless in good repair. Overshoes and top coats may not be worn in the office but neck scarves and headwear may be worn in inclement weather. (5) A stove is provided for the benefit of clerical staff. Coal and wood must be kept in the locker. It is recommended that each member of the clerical staff bring foun pounds of coal each day during the cold weather. (6) No member of the clerical staff may leave the room without the permission from Mr. Roger. The call of nature are permitted and clerical staff may use the garden below the second gate. This area must be kept in good order. (7) No talking is allowed during business hours. (8) The craving of tobacco, wines and spirits is a human wekness, and, as such is forbidden to all members of the clerical staff. (9) the owners recognize the new Labour Laws, but will ex- pect a great rise in output of work to compensate for these near utopian conditions. Anon. I can hear cries of, "we've come a long way, baby" from certain segments of society and how true it is. Now the sky is the lirnit almost to the point of being out of hand. Hoepfully we'll at some point in time hit a happy medium. This gem was on the wall of a small establishment on the shore of Georgain Bay. Another few days on the shores of Georgian Bay and Lake Simcoe. Clouds of mist, day after day rising above the Bay; the water cold and gray. Fewerboats than usual for this time of year due no doubt to the inclement weather. What a disap- pointment for holdayers with limited time. However, there are other interesting things to do and many things to see when the water is too cool for swimming or too rough for boating. Beautiful, absolutely gorgous homes. Large, well built and often very well designed. Few of them are being destroyed as we have done to the south but time marches on and no doubt they will follow our example in the name of progress. Never again will these homes be built. Few if any real craftsmen are left and very few being trained as apprentices. One old home, a stone farm house built in 1867 is quite en- chanting. Walls of beechwood panels, birch and maple all taken from the land. After all these years they have a patina, these woods, fresh and rich looking. Wide window sills, likely two feet wide and doorways through an outside wall often wider than our present dorrs most likely extra wide to allow large furniture to be moved through with great ease. Beautiful carving and the most delicate handiwork all done by local people, friends and neighbours. Old timers living in many of these houses, people in their eighties and nineties. They still plant their kitchen gardens and the maintenance is often done by grandchildren, nephews and neices. This par- ticular house, one I have visited many times over the years will be left to young family members. They too will cherish the memories and history of their ancestral family. These homes are found in Owen Sound, Shelburne, Mark- dale, Chatsworth and many other places. I just hope they have the wisdom to cherish these building and hold on. There is a graciousness and old world charm which permeates these homes. As you drive along you suddenly see a large old farmhouse set back from the road and, 1o and behold, not a line to be seen. No electric wires, nor telephone wires, generally an avenue of trees, maybe massive maples, neat well ordered fields and you instinctively know that this is a Hutterite or Mennonite home. Most productive farms but without all our present day amenities. Beautiful old cottages along the shores of both the Bay and the Lake. Room for large families, all the grandchildren and relatives. Out on the water more sail boats in evidence than ever before. Still one hears the gentle hum of the beautiful cruisers often making their way along a river to gain access to the lake or Bay. Fish in streams, trout, all kinds. I saw fish I had never heard of, new breeds enjoyed by the natives; tasty and good. Most of these people wouldn't trade their way of life for any amount of money. We all have our roots, our likes and dislikes. Many times I have heard people say they cannot sleep in the country, far away from the sounds of the city. Silence is golden but not to all. For some including myself the country side is full of sound; the sometimes almost deafening sound of the birds in the early morning, the croak of the bull frog and the noisey, chirpy grasshoppers. My memories include both enviroments and a love for each. A lifetime of summers spent in the country or by a like, won- derful memories which are brought to mind countless times. Life in the city, a quiet placae to be; in my case huge trees, quiet streets and few sounds. Close by busy streets, people all in search of fulfillment, some in tune with their lives others at odds with the hustle and bustle.