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by M. Beacock Hi Folks! I trust everyone has eaten their fair share of turkey and plum pudding - enough at least to last them through until New Years dinner! and I hope Santa helped to make all my little friends dreams come true, Our S.S. Concert was a tremendous success! Many parents and grandparents filled the pews to enjoy a few hours of fun-filled entertain- ment as each class presented their part of the program to a very appreciative audience. Of course, what concert would be considered complete without a visit from Santa Claus. This very popular gentleman was assisted by a couple of his elves who also passed out gifts to a very excited group of little folks. Many thanks to our S.S. superintendent Al Wray and his assistant Mark Sturman for all their help in making the program so en- joyable for all of us. Congratulations to little Miss Michelle Lavereau who was one of the lucky winners in the Star's colouring contest recently. Dinner guests with our family recently were- my brother and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Keith Rodd and baby daughter Jacqueline of Uxbridge. The sympathy of the Sea- grave community is ex- tended to the wife and family of the late Mr. Lawrence letters """Underwhelmed"' Dear Sir: This is with reference to your December 21st issue, page 3 report regarding Township Council's method of appointing members to the various committees and commissions. I, having read the adver- tisement on page 26 of your November 30th edition regarding these appoin- tments, advised the Clerk- Administrator , of my willingness to stand for either of two appointments. If this matter was already decided by virtue of your statement, quote: "it has been a fairly closely followed rule that a committee mem- ber who wants re- appointment gets it," unquote, then why bother with the time and expense of the aforementioned ad? It would appear that, of Coun- cil, only Mr. Wolters and Mr. Cochrane have the best in- terests of the municipality at heart, along with their real sense of democracy. The reply I received to my letter of application becomes farcial in that it states in it's first paragraph, "I wish to advise that the appointments --- have been made. The vacancies were few (6 were advertised) and the interest was overwhelming (accor- ding to your account 11 ap- plicants) to fill those vacan- cies, thus the Council's decision was a difficult one." Gentlemen of Council, I am completely under- whelmed. This is not so much a matter of "poor loser" as it is of disgust with the illustrated apathy. Perhaps those municipal- ities that hold elections for these positions know how the infusion of new ideas and concepts benefits all, and not a favoured few. Yours sincerely, Keith A. Charles Port Perry Davies. Mr. Davies was widely renowned for his incredible expertise in wood carving particularly of various species of birds and was indeed a true lover of the wonders of nature. His many friends will miss this very talented and intelligent gentleman. A belated birthday greeting to our cute little neighbour Miss Erin Kent who celebrated her very first birthday on Dec. 5th. Many adoring aunts and uncles plus the grandparents were invited to help Erin cele- brate this very important occasion. I imagine she might have even gotten one or maybe even two gifts to open as well! Congratulations to Cliff and Monica Billings who probably received one of the lovliest gifts around for their Christmas Day. Daughter Brenda and hubby John Graham of Grande Cache, Alta, telephone to tell Grandpa and Grandma Billings that Santa had left a beautiful baby daughter on their doorstep Christmas Day. We extend our very best wishes to John and Brenda on the birth of their first child. The annual Christmas Eve Church Service which was hosted by Seagrave this year was one of the best attended services that I've seen in the eleven years that we've been living in this community. It was especially nice to see so many young people participating in the service and of course -our talented Junior and Senior choirs, charmed the congregation with their choral selections. Many thanks to Rev. Rodgers for his organization of this very special evening. Happy Birthday to Miss Courtney Nichol who is cele- brating her birthday on Wed. Dec. 29th, and is visiting her little cousin Miss Kimberley Wray. Also celebrating birthdays ha * A LAPD AT 2 vy ry 3 LENE ¥ A a HN RS CIA ~ Seagrave and area news on the 29th are Don Beacock and Mark Sturman. Miss Emily Smith will be blowing out another candle on her cake on Dec. 30th. Hope your birthday is a fun- filled one for all of you! We were very sorry to learn of the passing of Donna Wanamaker's step-father last week. We extend sym- pathy to Neil and Donna and their family on their loss. The Beacocks of No. 1 Bugtussel Corners ventured to Port Perry on Christmas Day to enjoy a dinner with my family Mr. and Mrs. Ken Rodd. Also present were Mr. and Mrs. John Foster, Annette and Scott, Mr. and Mrs. Keith Rodd and Jacqueline and Mr. and Mrs. Murray Rodd. Mrs. Marion Perigoe of Brooklin also popped in to say Merry Christmas to her brothers and assorted nieces and nephews. Then we packed all our goodies into the trunk and pointed the heavy Chevy in a southerly direction to join Don's family for Christmas supper at the home of his brother and wife- Mr. and Mrs. Bryon Beacock and son Lu fF NT ¥ a a L » A 2 Ave Vr. WS A |] 2 ah ! . ay PLAY FE 5 Fr) ¢ 4 £72 18 le 8 EN a BA whl Kg 8 be AN : dod TRL DAIS Py TE 18, ty Soo oy ore ' "4 BOARD 4 5 aaa al | YEO SH 6 TRA FN SEP IR APRA 65 SE ATR SRA Col HVA E 40 PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. December 28, 1982 -- 5 Philip. Mr. and Mrs. Les Beacock and Mr. Grant Bea- cock also enjoyed the dinner and hospitality. We were very shocked and saddened to learn of the tragic and untimely death of a very close friend last week- end in an automobile acci- dent near Blackstock. The community extends sym- pathy to Jack and Allene Kane and family of Scugog Island upon the passing of their 16 year old son John. Little Miss Lori Buscher entertained the congregation on Sunday with a delightful piano solo. Her performance was excellent and we all enjoyed it Lori! As this will be my last column for 1982, may I take this opportunity to wish the staff of the Star, all our readers and their families a happy, healthy and prosper- ous New Year. May all that is joyous be yours during 1983. Please call Patty Williams with your news for this column next week. Her number is 985-2453. chatterbox (continued) Stret will open a similar joint somewhere in downtown Port Perry. Joe Clark will NOT be the second recipient of a mechanical heart, but he might be the first in line for an artificial chin. Pierre Trudeau will admit that his vision of Canada for the past 14 years has had a few minor flaws. The country will forgive him. So will Margaret. Argentina will invade the Isle of Man and maybe the Orkneys. / The Port Perry Star will go daily on April 1, 1983. Have a Happy New Year and learn to chuckle at yourself once in a while. Advertising Manager J.B. McCLELLAND Editor the PORT PERRY STAR CO. LIMITED ( I 235 QUEEN STREET. Nd C NA P.0.8OX 90, PORT PERRY. ONTARIO. LOB INO (416) 985-7383 =D ) cn Aa J.PETERHVIDSTEN Publisher Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Ltd., Port Perry, Ontario. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postageincash. Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere: $45.00 per year. Single copy: 35¢ bill smiley FOR THE BIRDS Well, a typical week. Went to a euchre party and learned that I was even more stupid at euchre than I am - as my wife tells me - at bridge. And that is abysmally stupid. Fact is, I don't like games in which one must use one's mind and at the same time depend on Lady Luck. And my wife loves them. I had to, almost literally, drag her away from the euchre party. And I hate navigating, which I also contend, despite the protests of all the old World War II navigators who thought they bombed Essen when they were bombing an orphan asylum, is a trade for idiots, who depend on . such weird things as mathematics, and physics, and not the trade for an intelligent person who believes in wit- cheraft, The Lord and a good pilot to get them home. So almost endeth the lesson. My wife navigated home, in rain. I merely steered the brute. And she learn- ed that the shortest distance between two points is whatever way the car goes, with me at the wheel. After I gave up on her math, I turned to my intui- tion. We got home, finally, but the guy behind me wondered if I was leading him on a wild goose chase. Perish the thought. And speaking of wild geese, I had a visit from my grandboys. There seems little connection, but there is. I took them down to the park to see the wild geese, to me an on-going source of awe. They're not really wild. They're smart. They are Canada geese who have discovered that it's easier, and saves a lot of wear and tear on the wings, to dump themselves in the local park and feed heavily on bread crumbs and fish-'n-chips, rather than fly south. Cost of flights south is even af- fecting the geese, let alone Canadian turkeys, who pay enormous sums to get in the sun for a week in the winter. Anyway, the boys thought the geese were for the birds, yuk, and that the sea-gulls were much superior. Until I threw a bread-crust and they watched a great gander and an insignificant sea-gull go for it. No con- flict. The kids apparently learned some deep lesson about Darwin, because they started throwing stones (potential Toronto Argo fans?) at the sea-gulls. I also learned some other things while the boys were here, I always do. My own kids were brought up in middle-class, properly repressive circumstances. They weren't to swear, break things, get their clothes dirty. They were to be respectful, not ask embarrassing ques- tions of adults, and vote against the government. These grandhoys are completely irresponsible. They might be a little quiet, patiently, contemptuous- ly, during a five-minute harangue after they've just knocked a lamp off the table, but it's just a cover. They roll their eyes at each other. They don't swear, but they know all the words, as a little listening will confirm. They break things with abandon, always coming up with the wide-eyed explana- tion that, ""It just broke." They jump, deliberately into puddles that will soak them to the navel. They call me "Bill." How's that for respect? They ask embarrassing questions. "How come your hair is black, Gran, and Bill's is white? Why do you put your teeth into a glass at night, Bill, are you afraid the fairies will get them, and not leave you a dime? How ~come Gran gets mad when you fall asleep with your mouth open, Bill? Hey, Gran, why are you getting so fat in the tummy? Are you going to have a baby? We had some people in on Sunday, and a little girl, three, fell in love with the worst of the two, Balind, and followed around all afternoon. Her father reported that she didn't get to sleep until ten that night. The divil's influence. And I also learned something about our society when I took them, and dumped them, at a matinee at the local cinema. First of all, it cost $1.50 to get in. Each. It was a dime in my day. Second of all, acting the big wheel, the af- fluent, benevolent grandfather, I gave them a buck each for treats. They looked rather askance. I checked the prices of goodies. No wonder they were askance. One dollar would not even buy them one (small) box of popcorn and one small pop. Sixty cents for a narrow box of stale popcorn and fifty cents for the smallest pop. And Balind, dropped his dime, when I made it up to $1.10. What a rip-off. The show opened at 1:30. The movie, a cheap cartoon began at 2:00 and ran for an hour. And there, at the popcorn counter, in a town that is one of the worst in Canada, as far as the recession and unemployment goes, were all these little kids, wav- ing two and five dollar bills at the popcorn girl. Some recession. Some hard times. Their mother had a convenient migraine, and their gran had guests to prepare for, so the boys and I spent most of our waking time together. 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