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EAM a iS ETRE AY ARM bos As AE TRAE SNL AT MY LF ATO 3 RAR DUA EE Re SCRE a hd Na . OE UNAS Ba - 38 ui . 0 tas 5 RSENS ATRIA Zhi) FF TH BEE ALE od 10 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. December 20, 1983 [ ] FR SSR RR PR STR SAR RIA FR FA RR RA RR NA RR RT A A SU RI SR SR DR A RA SR RA FR RI SA SR SR RS RR RA A Borelians C 00sé fo Star Essay Contest Winner Future's Christmas by Bethany Schryburt Blackstock, Ontario First Place -- Class B It was a night like any other night had been dur- ing our endless journey North. Mother was once again telling me how the 'Great Explosion' had tumbled the entire city high above the under-ground shopping mall where she worked. She remembers the screams and cries of dying humans for days upon days. She could not help them ... only listen from behind the fallen rubble. She thought many times about taking her own life, as many did, to be rid of the bleak sights and sounds that met her at every bend in the narrow passage. Then she would remember the new life growing inside her and hope would spring up for her future. Future was what she named me when I was born several months later. My mother, had joined a band of searchers heading North. They weren't sure what they were looking for; only that they must keep moving North. ] Mother had taught me how to read out of a book she had found, The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe. There werea few pictures in the book, the funny human had long strings coming out of his head and face. Mother said it was called hair and in the old days everyone had it. I much preferred the soft smooth feel of skin which was easy to clean and safer for crawling in dark holes of rubble. Many stories told by my mother and the other older ones were strange and hard to believe. I think my mother loved me or at least needed me ... sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. She would hold me so very tight and I would feel the fear leave her body, and a calm settle over her: though I didn't know what she feared, I knew fear was there and we would sleep. The bright sun was the start of a new day and more walking; but I didn't really mind because we would make it over that high mountain and I was curious as to what we would find. My mother was the first of our band to see it; and I knew it was something special because a tear trickl- ed down her smooth cheek landing quietly on her warm wraps. It was a town, untouched by the destruction of man. We had travelled for years and this was the first town I had ever seen with buildings standing straight and tall. Funny words sketched across the street which read "Merry Christmas." I asked mother what the words meant: she could breathe deeply and say it was a feeling she had long ago given up hope of ever finding again. Our band of ten slowly descended the hill almost afraid of what we might or might not find. Harold, the oldest, and therefore the leader, said we should go to the funny buildings with a point on top. We could hear the voices of humans singing out from inside. They seemed happy enough, maybe we had found the LE A Bethany Schryburt's Future's Christmas won first prize in the 18 and over category. end of our endless journey. Harold opened the big doors: suddenly all of the faces turned at once to see who had disturbed their singing. They all looked fun- ny, like Robinson Crusoe, with hair growing everywhere. The women weren't too bad, because their faces were smooth and soft. The man at the front broke the long silence. "I'm so very sorry, we thought we were the only ones left on earth after the 'Great Explosion." You have suf- fered great hardships to survive: please enjoy this Christmas Day with us." There was that odd soun- ding word again, that made mother cry; it must have magic powers because this town was so different from anything I had ever seen. The man talked for a long time about the love of a great man named Jesus and how it was his birth we would celebrate today. When he finished talking an older couple with glowing smiles asked my mother and me to join them on their farm outside of town. It was the start of a new life as I saw and tested more wonderful things than I had ever believed possible. As we snuggled together in the first bed I had ever slept in, mother hugged me without fear, only pure wonderful LOVE. Noodle contest winners Sung to the tune of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer: You know Van Gogh and Gaughin and Picasso and Da Vinci: Bateman and Seven and Rembrandt and Spin- ski...but do you recall, the most famous artists of all??? Borelians the local theatre group, had a very funny show, and if you ever saw it, you would even say it glowed. All of the little children, couldn't remember its name, so Borelians held a contest, a poster-making game. Then one snowy Nov-. ember night, the judges came to say, "Children with their posters so bright, you will win a prize tonight." So all the kids loved Mrs. Oodle-Noodle, and they shouted out with glee, '""Crumdum and Santa Claus, you'll go history!!!" Children of all ages from nearly all the Scugog schools entered the Borelians poster con- test. The challenge was to illustrate the Christmas play Mrs. Oodle-Noodle, Crum- dum and Santa. Artist Les Parkes and Star writer Cathy Robb pick- down in ed out the 24 winners-- not an easy task, because all the entries were imaginative, colourful and fun to look at. However, winners had to be chosen, and here they are: Immaculate .Con- ception Catholic School: Brian Nash, Kinder- garten, First Place; Matthew Baxter, Kind- ergarten, Second Place; Katie Seanmk, Kinder- garten, Third Place; Julliane Sleep, Grade One, Second Place; Katherine Ellis, Grade One, Third Place; Megan Baxter, Grade Two, Second Place; Samantha Van Derwyst, Grade Two, Third Place; Angela Brett, Grade Three. First Place; Chris Donnelly, Grade Four, First Place; Carolyn Leering, Grade Four, Second Place; Andy P., Grade Four, Third Place; Minh Luong Calder, Grade Six, Third Place. Cartwright Central Public School: Jennifer Byers, Grade Three, Second Place; Christie Corden, Grade Three, Third Place; Joel Schry- For the Couple that has it all ... EMIEL'S PLACE GIFT CERTIFICATE burt, Grade Five, Second Place; Melanie Jackson, Grade Five, Third-- Place; Lee Phillips, Modified, Second Place. Prince Albert Public School: Kimberley Fin- ley, Grade One, First Place; Tracy Ann O'Neil, Grade Six, Second Place; Barrie Ruddell, Modified, First Place; Eddy Toffar, Modified, Third Place. Greenbank Public School: Sarah Phoenis, Grade Five, First Place; Kristy Hutcheon, Grade Six, First Place. R.H. Cornish Public School: Kyla McCrae, Grade One, First Place. NS is coming one week to go/ 0 = J: WEIGHT Ge te ge Snes Fane Seasons Greetings Holidays to all our volunte What better time of year for us to say Thank You & Happyy ers; friends and supporters. your confidence. It's time for trees and Mistletoe For Santa and his sleigh, pA And time for dreaming Magic dreams As we greet this Christmas day! Thank you for x POX x on me mt Se sr PS EAP i tr PP ST We couldn't have achieved what we have without you! Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year from CENTRAL SEVEN ASSOCIATION FORTHE MENTALLY RETARDED of this festive season fill your homes with inviting laughter. CANADIAN TIRE STORE ~~ Ray Wilson & Staff A Very Merry Noel, Dear Friends! SUTHERLAND BROTHERS YN RN ENE Nk ERE Nh da RRA HRHRA AR AR RRR Rr 5 PAAR RA A EN PENTLAND JEWELLERS Ron & Valeria Marsden and staff