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hd BE SL PRR SL PPTL PR STE AF A he FAS RIE VRE LAH z : 5 ¥ FHA BERR TH TINCT BR AETCTY EVIL Remember When..? Scene shows Port Perry's lakefront with paving machinery being unloaded from train for paving of 60 YEARS AGO February 7th, 1918 A Port Perry student, Miss Grace Rose won second prize in an art competition held for the students in Lower -School in the Province of Ontario. Miss Irene Spence received an "honourable mention" in the same compet- ition. Flight Lieut. George Howsam has won the Military Cross for bravery. He is now in Belgium but will spend his leave of absence in England and receive his decoration in a short time. : Port Perry receives word from the Hydro Electric Power Commission that it is not practical to change the distribution system of Hydro in Port Perry at this time, as, the cost would be too great. 35 YEARS AGO February 4th, 1943 Port Perry and Greenbank hockey teams played to a 3-3tie on Thursday evening. On the Port Perry team were Don Pargeter, Stan Slack, John Jeffery, Bob Williams, Don Carnegie, Ron Cooksley, Bill Taylor, Jack Mac- Gregor, Gordon Mark and John Christie. Miss Doris McGregor has gone to Toronto to take up a business course. aii -- Queen Street. Station is to the right and the Reesor building to the left. Photo courtesy of Robert Archer. 25 YEARS AGO . February 5th, 1953 ' An Oshawa firm, Kenting Aviation Ltd. honoured Port | Perry last week when it tested its new "Hiller 360" on the snow on Lake Scugog. Among the spectators watching were Phil Orde and Bill Baker. Miss Audrey Kent of Port Perry is entering the Hobby and Homecraft show at the Coliseum in the C.N.E. grounds. Miss Kent will be showing an Angora Stole, Scarf, Hat, Sweater, Beret and Gloves from the wool of the rabbits she breeds. 40 YEARS AGO February 6th, 1958 Last Wednesday the Grade XI and XII boys toured the plant of the Steel Company of Canada Ltd., in Hamilton. Mr. Jefford was the teacher accompanying the students. The tow truck from Beare Motors ran head on into a sedan on Tuesday, when winds whipped up the snow and made it near impossible to see. Mr. Don Anderson received a severe bump on the head, but Ross Hutchinson was unhurt. Continued on page 6 ARNT, 1 Aa0 RY EE ae PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Feb. 8, 1978 -- 5 Reader's Viewpoint Oshawa Mom says thanks Dear Sir: A great big "THANK YOU" certainly is extended to the wonderful people of the Port Perry and vicinity area. We would like you all to know how very grateful we were as parents for the kind assistance and hospi- tality offered our two sons during that terrible storm, January 26. Our boys were on their way home to Oshawa from Need ne Dear Editor: - . Every time I look out through the window from my apartment towards the municipal building I see the remnants of a proud Canad- ian flag flying on its mast and it makes me rather sad. I realize the violent winter storm have a consid- erable share in the destruct- ion of the flag, but even before the storms set in the flag was in very poor condi- tion. - wt Perhaps it's the cost, to the ratepayers that worry a ski trip to Collingwood when they were suddenly faced with that blinding storm which hit them at Seagrave. Through their mobile C.B. unit many wonderful people in that vicinity offered to take them into their homes but fortunately they were able to make their way to the Railway House Motel in Port Continued on page 6 w flags the Township's fathers from changing the rags with a new flag? If that is the case I suggest it would be much more appropriate to leave the pole without a flag. Adding another insult to the Canadian flag are the relics flying on the mast on top of the Post Office build- ing. It would be much better to see the mast bare, than have to glance at what is left to fly inthe wind. - Sincerely, Per Hvidsten PORT PERRY STAR Company Limited Phone $85 7383 (0 3 (ou) : in): Serving Por) Perry, Reach, Scugog and Carhwright Townships J. PETER HVIDSTEN, Publisher Advertising Manager JOHN B. MCCLELLAND EDITOR Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Assoc i . and Onlario Weekly Newspaper Associal:o Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Lid, Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ollawa, and for paymenl of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0245 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. Winter blues RURN *, ', R S- rari Single copy 20¢ W. 0. Mitchell, well-known and respect- ed Canadian writer came out with some- thing on a national TV interview with which I wholeheartedly concur. ow He suggested, more or less, that every- thing that is wrong with the Canadian character 'can be blamed on our Canadian winters. After a couple of months of winter, we feel harassed, persecuted, and vaguely wronged. We become insular, grumpy, gloomy and generally unfit to live with. When it has snowed and blowed for a couple of weeks on end, or a couple of months on end, as it has around our place, you are ready to kick the cat, complain about the cooking, snarl at your children, or quietly climb into the bathtub and open your = wrists. : I haven't any figures, but I'll bet our suicide rate soars after the holiday season, when we face three months of being cold and being broke. (I wouldn't insult anybody by making this bet in Canadian dollars. Make it yen or marks or francs). I would like to expand on this and make the bet on divorces and deaths. People get to the point, about the end of January, where they can't stand themselves, let alone their spouses, 80 they split up. Old people and sick people, huddled at home or in hospital, get so sick of living that they just up and die. You will retort that a lot of affairs begin in mid-winter. This is true. But it's not love. Most of them are among the apres-ski crowd, and it's sex or a desperate measure to keep warm. I ean't imagine anyone falling in love while whizzing through farmers' fences on a snowmobile or shoving a car out of a snow bank. What I can imagine is a sober, decent citizen, perhaps a kindly retired clergyman, committing murder with a shovel after the town plow has refilled his driveway for the fourth time in 24 hours. I can contemplate, with some sym- pathy, the ordinarily happy housewife and loving mother being hauled into court for child-battering just after her kids, with friends have trooped in with half a ton of snow and slush on their boots and marched across the kitchen floor she has scrubbed three days in a row. : Youmay think I exaggerate. Ido not. I , one of the mildest, sweetest chaps you'd ever encounter, have seriously considered mayhem when some turkey with bald tires starts up an icy hill ahead of me, skids sideways across the road and leaves me there with my wheels spinning and smoke ".coming out my ears. I'm not against winter in principle. I'm TR CN Tr just against winter in Canada. They can have all the winter they like in principle. Nor am I unaware that there is a tiny, denighted portion of our populace that thoroughly enjoys winter. - Children, on the whole, love it. Instead of going through red lights on their bicycles and being killed by cars, they can dart out from between two snow banks into the path of a car that is sashaying along on glare ice. Teenagers, another notoriously unstable group, also seem to like winter. Instead of breaking their legs riding motor- bikes, or their necks in speedboats, they can break their legs riding snowmobiles and their necks on a ski hill. At any given time in any given winter, half a dozen ski bums are clumping around in the average high school with casts on their legs. Curlers, too, don't seem to mind the winter. They drive in a heated car to a heated and often luxurious curling club, where they can run up and down the ice for two hours in their beautiful tight pants, and then sit around drinking and discussing every rock thrown ad nauseam. The only thing more boring is a golf foursome going over every shot in the bar. But at least they have the sense to do it in summer. One other segment that professes to love winter is the swinging singles. Every weekend they pile out of the city in their RAR ho thousands, heading for the ski hills. And the chalets. And the big drinking sessions. And the chance of meeting Mr. Big or Ms. Boobs. And on Sunday night, after spending perhaps two hours skiing, often none, they pile back in their fast cars and head for home, a menace to everything on the road. They're in the same category as the same singles who do the same thing in summer, except that the ski mob, the city slickers, don't know how to drive in snow. But ask anybody sensible if he loves winter. Ask a hydro lineman. Ask a snowplow operator who has to work a double shift. Ask a cop. It's not necessary. I believe, to ask a guy who has a fuel oil franchise. : Aside from the sights of winter -- red, runny noses, slush and salt all over your front lawn, 800 pounds of icicles hang from your eaves -- there are the sounds. : Hacking coughs on every side. The clunk and rattle and slam of the snowplow under your window at 4 a.m. The sweet howl of the wind about your windows. The crash of falling ice. The thump and gulp of the furnace sucking its life blood. "My solution? Either give it back to the Indians, poor devils, or send everybody over 40 south for six months, and let the other idiots revel in it. And pay the bills. IR RE