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red? ARON RT BRO 60 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 9, 1917 Rev. Geo. J. Miller, minister of the Presby- terian Church, St. Mary's is putting in a month on the farm with Mr. Wesley _. Real, Greenbank. A destructive storm around Bethesda tore through the countryside 'Wednesday last, ' unroof- ing the barns of Andrew Page, Arthur Brown, Stanley Ward and Geo. McGregor. Sarvis Bros. are mak- ing a number of improve- ments in their stables and out buildings, tearing down and rebuilding. Latest buyers of motor cars - Mr. Sid Wool- dridge, a new up-to-date Ford; Mr. 'A. J. Dance, an Overland; Mr. Stan Baker, an Overland; Mr. Wm. McDonald, Saint- field, an Overland. Aix : Interior of Purdy's Store, Port Perry, with E. H. Purdy serving a customer. Anyone with further 35 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 13, 1942 Effective now, Tea and Coffee will be rationed by coupon. The ration is one ounce of tea or four ounces of coffee per per- son, per week. Children under 12 years of age are, not eligible to receive any ration of tea or coffee. Pte. Grant Robertson of the Ordinance Corps spent a few days with his parents in Port Perry, Mr. and Mrs. S. Robert- son. Grant expects to leave this week for the west coast. 25 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 14, 1952 Successful students, passing Grade XIII Examinations at Port Perry High School were Shirley Vance, Annabell Lee, Georgia Brock, Katherine Hall, Joan Real, Peter Sulman, Jose Newlands, Peter Cars- iW Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Gregg entertained at luncheon at their Toronto home on the occasion of the 25th Wedding Anni- versaries of Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Bell, Toronto, and Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Bell, Port Perry, brothers and sister-in-laws of Mrs. Gregg. 20 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 15, 1957 Peter Lawrence, David Mosienko and Allan Bailey, a Port Perry High School trio took part in the Amateur Musical Contest at the Peterbor- ough Fair and won first prize of $25.00. Mr. and Mrs. Jack Starkey of California, were visiting with her mother, Mrs. Taylor, Port Perry and many other friends and relatives in this area. information about the photo Doreen Adam at the museum. Photo courtesy Scugog Shores Museum = should contact - 10 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 10, 1967 Lion Roy Cornish, past president and a charter- ed member of the Port Perry Lions Club, assist- ed by Miss Rhonda Ford- er, made the draw for the 'Lawn Umbrella', an annual event sponsored by the Lions Club each summer. The winner was Mr. Jack Nelson, Keene, Ontario, who is a PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Aug. 10, 1977 -- 5 Building inspector asks for approval of lots An -appeal= by - building inspector and by-law enforcement officer Bob Kenny for council to move quickly to allow the devel- opment of six, fully serviced lots in Port Perry was re- jected by council Monday night. Mr. Kenny attended the meeting. to discuss routine business relating to his work as building inspector when he made the unusual appeal on behalf of Karel Pavlik who owns the six lots off Lilla Street. He said that "this man (Mr. Pavlik) has lived in Port Perry for 40 years", and the sale of these lots could 'give him some com- fort in the remaining years of his life". (Mr. Pavlik is now 70 years old). Mr. Kenny suggested that council could speed up the sale and development of the lots, especially since they are completely serviced, by severances at the Land Division office of the Region, rather than going through the long process of getting draft approval from the Ministry of Housing. Mr. Kenny said that there has been a recent shift on the part of the regional land division committee to allow development of small sub- divisions of this size through the severance procedure rather than getting the draft plan approval from the pro- vince. After listening to Mr. Kenny's appeal on behalf of Mr. Pavlik, Mayor Law- rence Malcolm pointed out that if council were to pro- ceed for approval of sever- ances through the Land Division Committee, there would be other developers whose proposals are pre- sently waiting for draft plan approval from the province, who would demand the same kind of action. Mayor Malcolm added that the other developers would ob- ject to the Ontario Munici- pal Board if the severances were granted on the lots owned by Mr. Pavlik, and that this would result in delays in any case. The lots had sewer con- nections made in 1972, and the curbs on Lilla Street have been constructed to allow for driveways onto the lots. Mr. Kenny noted that lots such as these which could be easily and readily developed are at a premium in Port Perry, and he sug- gested that the owner should be given some special consideration over other developers who have not been residents of the community for nearly as long as Mr. Pavlik. PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone 515 738) A Ce mw ante, & rd well, 1st Vice President of the Lions Club in that vic- inity. Queen for the 1967 Caesarea Regatta was Miss Judy Marks. First runner-up was Ruth Mabhaffy; second runner- up, Lorrie Gobkes; third runner-up, Rosalie San- derson. The local council has announced that the Ontario Provincial Police will take over policing of the Village of Port Perry Authorized as second class mail by the Pos! Office Department, Ottawa, and lor payment of postage Serving Port Perry, Reach, Scugog and Cartwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager JOHN B. McCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Associaton and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co LMJ, Port Perry, Ontario in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year. Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Single copy 20¢ My wife loathes and despises the idea of my retiring some day. She is firmly convinced that after a busy and useless life, I would be completely at loose ends should I retire, and would just wither away. And every summer I do my level best to convince her that her fears are unfounded, - that I have never been bored in my life, that I am a master at the art of the trivial, and that retirement would be a breeze, with not enough hours in the day to accomplish all the things I want to do, and avoid all the things I don't want to do. * Here's a typical summer day, and I leave you to judge. I'm up every morning at the crack of nine. This may seem a bit late, but I stay up until 3 a.m, watching the late movie, to make up for it. I can't do either of these things in the other ten months of the year, so I figure I'm entitled. Carefully wash and shave -- never go downstairs with a grizzle of beard, one of the first signs of deterioration. While I'm lathering up, I skim a chapter of the novel on top of the toilet tank. Not a second wasted; you'll note.' 3 Then it's' downstairs; pop on the tea kettle, fetch the morning paper from bet- ween the doors, open the refrigerator. door and think about breakfast, which I prepare myself. This morning, I was torn between SIDI A 9 bacon and eggs -- fuddle the cholesterol -- and fresh strawberries. Settled for the berries and ate about a quart of them in cream and sugar, with lashings of tea, and hot toast dripping with butter and peanut butter. Judiciously read the morning paper while I'm sludging down the grub. Again, you see, not a moment or a motion wasted. Am told, in very certain terms, that the straw...berries were for making jam. Shrug it off, asking rather pointedly who picked the ruddy things," and suggesting that if I make my own breakfast, the chips, and the berries, must fall where they may. By 11 a.m., I am reconvinced that politic- ians are windbags, that Canada is going to hell in a wheelchair, that I don't really care on this fine morning, and that it's time for some action. So it's outside, into the backyard, pulsing with life, vitality and strawberries. Me, not the backyard. It is pulsing with life -- starlings, long grass, shaggy hedge -- but no berries. Mutterings and recriminations about those strawberries I stole, from the nether regions of the kitchen, where the jars are being boiled for jam. For which we are short one quart of berries. So, it's a quick look at the hedge, a quick, firm decision that it would be crazy to clip itin the heat of the day, and off to the farm near town to pick another quart of those lousy strawberries. In the heat of the day. But it's great, picking berries. Down on your knees is the only way to pick. It's earthy. There's nothing malignant or irritating about strawbérries. They're just there, fat, luscious, waiting to be raped. In the next row, there's an old German lady, at least a grandmother, chirping away happily, knees in the soil, hands busy, mouth smeared with juice. You decide she's a lot more sympatico than your wife, who's a great picker, but not of berries. you also discover that you forgot to put on long pants, that shorts are not the ideal wear in the berry patch, and that your knees are turning into two large boils. Then it's home with the berries, and there's the morning gone. A crafty beer and lunch, then a serious discussion with the Chatelaine about when you are'going to clean up the basement, You comprovmise by assuring that it will be the very first day it's too cold and wet to play golf, secretly hoping it will be a long, hot summer, And then it's off for a game of golf, or a swith, or both, or a fish with an old buddy, or a ride in somebody's new boat. and suddenly, it's time for a cool drink under the oaks, perusing the evening paper and waiting for the cook to call out that dinner is ready. And before you know it, it's TV time, or off to the movies, and late, late to bed, warm in the knowledge that it's been a pretty full day, and that you have contributed absolutely nothing to the fate of mankind or your own domestic problems. Oh, there are lots of variations. Don't think it's as dull as it sounds. Sometimes you go to the bank and josh the girls, all of whom seem to be former students, now married and either pregnant or mothers. Sometimes you write a letter or spend as much as an hour thinking about the book you didn't quite manage to get written last summer, but will this year for sure. Sometimes people drop in, ostensibly to visit old friends, but in reality to tell you all the horrible things that are happening to them, no more interested in you than they are in the strawberry festival at Hayfork Centre. Yes, it's rather a good life. Not exciting, perhaps, but I think my wife's concern about my retirement is a little premature. I think I could hack this life for, perhaps, another three or four hundred years. The Argyle Syndicate Ltd.