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2 The Canadian Statesman, Bowmanville, August 1, 1979 Section Two They Know It seems appropriate somehow that the first local people to take positive action on behalf of the Vietnam refugees are members of the Rehoboth and Maranatha Christian Reformed churches, most of whom have lived through being uprooted from their homeland to make a new life in a strange country. In a much less dramatic way, the adult Dutch members of these churches were refugees themselves when they came to Canada shortly after World War Il. They too had lived in a country decimated by war. They knew hunger that was near starvation and life under cruel rulers, never knowing when a member of their families might be arrested and jailed or shot. So, it was natural that their humanitarian feelings were aroused for these unfortunate humans who were finding life unbearable in their homeland. The first of the Vietnam families arrived here on Saturday and were given a royal welcome to their new home. More will be coming to add new strengths and skills to this Have A Si There seems to be no end to acci- dents involving local citizens and with the Civic Holiday weekend coming up, there probably will be more that will make life miserable for friends and relatives. Just yesterda morning, word came in of the deaths of an Orono area man and two Oshawa friends who drowned on a fishing trip near Sudbury. On Saturday, a Newcastle man sustained serious injuries in a propane gas explosion at Newcastle Cement Block. And more information was received today about a member of last year's The Problems country. It won't be easy for them, but like the immigrants from the Netherlands they'll soon learn the language and become valuable members of the communities in which they are settled. It's difficult for those who were born and raised here in freedom and comparative peace and prosperity to understand and appreciate the hardships that human beings are undergoing in many parts of the world right now, living in squalid refugee camps, floating around in overcrowded ill-equipped boats, trying to find a place where they can make a new home. Our congratulations to those who have already set the example by rendering help. We understand there are good prospects of something more being done here by sympathetic people of this community who were getting together ast night to launch additional assistance. We wish them well. It's just unfortunate that something isn't being done to wipe out the cause of this ever increasing worldwide refugee problem. afe Holiday Junior C hockey team here who was involved in a motorcycle accident in the Calgary area and will be in hospital for three months recuperating. Even closer to home, one of our pressmen nipped the end off the index finger of his right hand on Monday and is hospitalized. And a young Newcastle man is in Port Hope hospital with a broken leg after the forklift truck he was driving went out of control and fell on him. It's all news, but certainly not the type that we relish reporting. So, this weekend, no matter what you are planning by way of celebration or relaxation, please be careful. Sam at Queen 's Park June 27, 1979 With the summer holiday season upon us, many of you will be touring the province. I thought in this column that I would take the opportunity of drawing your attention to a part of the province with which we are not all that familiar - Northern Ontario - and some of the ways the Ontario Government meets the special needs which arise there. Northern Ontario is very large. The 10 districts which constitute the area account for more than 75% of the land in Ontario, yet only 800,000 people live in this region. There are small clusters of people scattered from Parry Sound to James Bay to the Manitoba border. This small population scattered over a large land mass poses a large challenge to the Goverriment when it attempts to provide the services that we take for granted in Southern Ontario. In 1977, the Ontario Government gave the people of Northern Ontario their own Ministry - the Ministry of Northern Affairs. The Ministry's mandate was to respond to the interests and concerns that result from the unique geographie, economic, and social conditions of Northern Ontario. This is done through a series of offices located in over 30 communittes across the north. Each Northern Affairs Office acts on behalf of every Ministry. of the Ontario Government. The Ministry's programs recognize the sources of economic strength for the North - mining, forestry and tourism - and assist them to expand and modernize to remain competitive in the world mar etplace. As well, Northern Affairs assists in the maintenance of and expansion of air, road and rail transportation systems. The Ministry also provides automobile and passenger ferry service to Manitoulin Island as well as cruise boats at North Bay. Of recent interest is the announcement of the $100 million the Ontario Government will make available to the pulp- and-paper industry through the Employment Develop- ment Fund. This will have a signficant effect on Northern industry by helping to expand exports of forest products and assist in the installation of environmental protec- tion equipment. The problems of geography and small population create certain difficulties in providing to the people of the north the services that are common in Southern Ontario. The establishment of the Ministry of Northern Affairs is a strong positive ste to provide quick and irect action for the needs of the people of Northern Ontario to provide them with opportunities and services equal to their neighbours in Southern Ontario. And on a final note, - this time referring to events in Southern Ontario - I want to thank the manager and staff of the new Crock and Block Restaurant for their fine opening. And I would also like to congratulate the Village of Newcastle Lions Club on their Carnival weekend. Stoney Lake in the Kawarthas by Donna Fairey Su ar andlSpice The Writings'On The Wall It's a little like being an observer of the Fall of the Roman Empire. That's how I feel as I rêad- and hear the latest energy crisis news. One of these days, in the not- distant future, the last drop of that black stuff is going to drip into the last receptacle. How then, brown hen? Will we freeze in the dark? Well, a heck of a lot of red-blooded Canadians will need every bit of that red blood to avoid doing so. It's not as though the hand-writing has not been on the wall. It's just that nobody has been looking at that particular wall. We've all been looking out our picture window, instead. I've been thinking about it during a particular busy week in which a dentist saved one of my ancient teeth, a doctor gave me an allergy shot, and a barber removed some of my ancient white hair. Needless to say, I drove my ancient car to each of these places. None of them is more than a ten- minute walk. On my way to one of them, I drove down to the dock, parked, and watched about three thousand boats trying to wiggle their way out of marinas, so that they could open her up and cut a swatch across the lake with their oil- burners. At the doctor's, people were complaining because the air- condtioning wasn't working. The Hillsdale Manor, 600 Oshawa Blvd. N., Oshawa, Ont. L1G 5T9 Dear Sir: In the July 18th issue of "The Statesman" I was pleasantly surprised to see on the front page the photo of two attractive young ladies who performed so remarkably well in the recent midsummer games for the disabled, refering to Laurie and Lisa, the twin daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Hooper. They are to be highly commended for overcoming the handicaps which came upon them at a very early age. Although I have never known them personally, I was particularly interested in, and even proud, of their achievements because once I taught their father, Jim, and others of the Hoopers, such as their Aunt Ruth, Aunt Betty and Uncle Frank (Sonny) at Bowman- ville High School back in the forties and the fifties. Also, I believe I am some- what like they once were. Due to a severe stroke in 1977, I am dentist used a high-speed electric drill in his air-conditioned office, with all the fluorescent lights on. The barber was sweating, turned up his air-conditioning, washed his hands in hot water, and switched on hiselectrie clippers. By George, I thought, it's going to be quite a change. I visualized the dentist pumping away with his old foot-powere drill. The doctor giving me a shot by flashlight, because there are no windows in the joint. The barber using the old hand- powered clippers and shaving my neck with cold water, in a steamy- hot barber shop. It wouldn't bother me too much. I was brought up on wood stoves, coal- oil lamps, a block of ice in the refrigerator, and a coal-burning furnace. But it sure would bother the doctor, the dentist and the barber, along with practically every human being in North American under the age of sixty. It's going to be quite an auction sale, I thought, when that last drop of black stuff flows from the last spigot. Listen to the auctioneer. "Lincoln Continental, 1982 model, like new. Tear out the insides and you have a guard out-door rec room for the kiddies. What am I bid? Do I hear thirty dollars? "Here's a real steal. A forty-foot now a paraplegic (I've a paralyzed left side). However, during the Senior Citizen's week here recently, I entered every sports event in which I could possibly participate. Although I have only one usable arm and leg, I was determined to convince myself, and others too, that I am not altogether helpless. For example in pitching horsešhoes, I won two out of the three games that I played. In golf putting, I won the golf tournament and was awarded the golf trophy for defeating all the other competitors (about a dozen of them) all of whom had two usable arms and legs. In all of these sports, I had to play while seated in my wheel chair and with only one usable arm. It was the first time I ever pitched horseshoes while in a wheel chair and also the first time I ever played golf with only one arm and confined to a wheel chair. It has often been said, "Where there's a will, there's a way" (with God's help, of course). I have found that to be true so many times since 1977 and I am sure that both Laurie and Lisa Hooper have realized this as they have grown up into two lovely young ladies. I now conclude prayerfully with these words, "May God continue to bless Laurie and Lisa as they travel along the road of life! Sincerely, W. Mansell Stacey P.S. - In case you don't rememer me, I was a teacher at Bowmanville High School for 25 years - from 1944 to 1969, at which time I retired from the teaching profession. 106 Wellington St., Bowmanville, Ont., July 30, 1979. Dear Mr. James; As your elected represent- ative from Ward 2, Town of Newcastle (Bowmanville) for the Northumberland and Newcastle Board of Education I feel I must reply to your editorial "A Bad Example" in the Canadian Statesman, dated July 25, 1979 regarding cruiser with built-in cupboards, septie toilet, sleeps six. Get a teamster to tow it into your back yard and you have a dandy sleeping cabin for guests. Will somebody start the bidding with twelve dollars? "And here's another beauty. Three 1980 Thunderbirds, worth $23,000 the day they were bought. Cut the tops off, remove the wheels, and they'll make beautiful flower beds. Not ten dollars apiece, not even nine dollars each, but the three for $24.98. "And here's today's super-special. She's only thirty-five years old and guaranteed to work day or night, not like those electric things that were always breaking down. An almost automatie dishwasher. Yes, ladies and gemmun, the real thing. This little lady came on hard times. Her husband had a heating oil franchise. She's willing to wash your dishes like they've never been washed before. Only $300 a week." And so on. Snowmobiles, aircraft. It's going to be a great day for the junk dealers. On the other hand, there's the bright side. Just as peopletoday pay fabulous sums for junk furniture dug out of attics, the good folk of 2010 A.D. might go as high as $200 for an ancient, beautifully-finished Cadillac or a fine specimen of four-burner electrie stove with infra-red oven. They'd make nice conversation pieces. salary adjustments for administration staff. I would just like to inform the people that the motion for this increase passed only with a small majority which indicates that not everyone on the board was in favor of this increase, including myself. The board this year has a good cross-representation of people, professionnally and age wise (including younger people than myself) whom are asking questions pertaiing to the tax structure etc. which in my opinion represents a good governing body of people. Any governing body of people, whether it be municipal or school board, should definitely now try and stop the endless raise in salaries for these positions which we have faceci over many a year. We have senior secondary school principals in our area making close to the $40,000. salary range of our administration presently and by the end of this year could be making more than some of our administration. I say if these Away back there, I failed to continue the analogy to the Roman Empire. But it's there. They had their bread and cireuses as the count-down approached. Our arenas, like theirs, are packed solid with sweaty, sadistic spectators watching the gladiators. We don't have enough Christians left to throw to the lions. But we can always fire the coach, which is almost as good. And we have something Romans didn't. We have an almost-instant view of disasters all over the world. So I guess mankind has made one giant step backward in the past 1500 years. It looks as though the hand-in- hand waltz of the oil companies and the car manufacturers, which has lasted nearly half a century, is going to become, "Good Night, Ladies." But the merry Walpurgisnacht of the western world continues its mad whirl as oil companies and airlines and car manufacturers and boat makers furiously advertise their wares. And the rest of us just as wildly rush out to buy them. Of course, I don't mean a word of all this. Somehow, the human spirit, though at one of its lowest points in centuries, will survive and prevail. We'll find something. But in the meantime, I'm going to sharpen my axe and get busy installing a windmill. See you in the bush lot. principals are doing a better job maybe they should make more salary than some of the administration. For a matter of reference, the school board has no control over the principal's salaries as they receive the same percentage of settlement negotiated from the teachers' association setflement. I am against tali"ng percentage raises, especially for principals and staff members as you only widen the gap between lower and higher salaries of these people which has created top salary people over the years. So, in closing we have to have judgment on these matters not only at the local level but some direction in saying No from governments in Ottawa and Toronto who also represent the people of our area. Yours truly, J. Keith Shackelton Wisconsin Balloon Lands on Lakefront It looks as though Bowman- ville wasn't the only place that had balloons floating all over the countryside last week. Irene Symons, mother of the toWn's meter maid, found a pink balloon from Appleton, Wisconsin in her backyard down by the lake early last Tuesday morning. On one side of the balloon was a drawing of Noah's Ark and on the other were the words Aid for Lutherans, Fraternalife Insurance, Appleton, Wiscon- Sin. Mrs. Symons intends to write the organization and inform the people where she found one of their balloons. Perhaps she'll win a prize!