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---- ------------ ------ letters Explanation still not clear .... Dear Sir: I want - to thank Margaret Wilbur for explaining her position on disarmament to me in her March 27 letter. I did indeed bother to read the article she referred to about Oper- ation Dismantle: how- ever, the "main goal"' of a balanced nuclear dis- across clearly to me. The goal is admirable-- nonetheless, no matter how many agreements the Soviets say they have not violated, until they allow these asser- tions to be verified, I find it hard to altogether trust them. They would not even let the rescue crews near the site of cover the bodies of the victims. Is a unilateral, verifiable disarmament with a country like that a realistic possibility? As for the final para- graph of my letter, it seemed self-explana- tory. As the peace movement is concerned with saving lives, so is the pro-life movement. ongoing slaughter of millions. The two are not entirely unrelated. Sincerely, Linda van Andel, Port Perry. PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, April 3, 1984 -- 5 the i LO8 WO (416) 983-738) PORT PERRY STAR CO. LNNTED 233 QUEEN STREET. PO 80x 90. PORT PERRY. ONTARIO J. PETER HVIDSTEN AOIAN Comp ® T Ty A (GD 1 Cn | i pos | J Publisher Advertising Manager Member of the : , Canadian Community Newspaper Association $a0part he Surmer and J.B. McCLELLAND and Ontario Community Newspaper Association. fears the potential des- Editor : Published every Tuesday by the A : Port Perry Star Co. Ltd , Port Perry, Ontario. truction of millions, so CATHY ROBB | the other abhors the News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postage in cash. Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy: 35° 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 3, 1924 Thanks to the management of Miss Grace Davis, Mr. Mac Beare and Mr. Geo. R. Davey, $1,000 has been paid this year on the indebtedness of the Port Perry Skating Rink. Mr. James Harrison (known best as Jimmie), is leav- ing Port Perry this week to take up residence in Detroit. Jimmie has been employed in Mr. McIntyre's store for se- veral years. The Owen Sound Hockey Brigade captured the Stanley Cup this year in a play-off game against Calgary. Much credit goes to 16 year-old Hedley Smith, goal custodian for Owen Sound. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 7th, 1949 Mrs. Alex Diamond saved the life of Mr. Wilson's son last week when he fell through the ice of a pond. Mrs. Diamond broke the surrounding ice and waded out to res- cue the small boy. Mr. Merlin Dowson, who has been associated with the grocery business in Port Perry for several years, has taken over Argue's grocery store. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 9th, 1959 The Port Perry Skating Club presented its Premiere Ice Revue, Friday evening in the Memorial Arena. The Oshawa, and Toronto and Miss Beverley Orr of Toronto skating in the star role. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 2nd, 1964 An early morning blaze destroyed 3 barns and a quan- tity of livestock on the farm of George Davidson which is situated on the Township line of Reach and Brock. A bus load of Blackstock O.N.O. members and husbands travelled to Toronto on Tuesday night to see the television show, 'Front Page Challenge.' 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 3rd, 1969 : A $125,000. addition to R.H. Cornish Public School in Port Perry is forecast by Mr. Hempstead, superintendant of Zone C for the Ontario County Board of Education, but he told the board it was "an iffy" situation depending on the area's population growth. Miss Joanne Martyn, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Allan Martyn, Prince Albert, won the Junior Award for sewing at "College Royal", Kemptville College of Agriculture and Technology. Local girls, Debbie Griffen and Nancy Warren won first place certificates at the Peterborough Kiwanis Festi- val. Their teacher and accompanist is Mrs. Grace Hastings. Mr. and Mrs. James Doupe were pleasantly surprised when their family held a dinner party for them last Satur- day evening in the Oddfellow's Hall. The occasion being armament did not come the crashed jet to re- How can one rationally @ a Port Perry Club was assisted by Clubs from Peterborough, their 40th Wedding Anniversary. Equipment and furnishing are arriving daily at the new Community Memorial Hospital and the date for occupancy has been set for later this month. The number of beds avail- able to patients will be 43 compared to 27 in the present hospital. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, April 3rd, 1974 Firemen from four departments fought a blaze at Cy Wilson Ford at Manchester until 7 A.M. on Tuesday morning. The car dealership was completely destroyed along with over 20 cars and trucks. > Roland Coy, president of the Scugog Ratepayers Asso- ciation, chaired his first meeting last Thursday at the Black- stock Recreation Centre with over 100 people in attendance. The most enthusiastic topic was that of the future of Cart- wright High School. School Board representative Yvonne Christie reported that a motion had been passed for the school to remain open for the 1974-75 season but as to after that time, the committee was deadlocked and could not reach a decision. A five-man committee is soliciting support for a new arena in Port Perry which would have a two-pad ice sur- face and scope for a swimming pool later on. Mr. and Mrs. Leslie Smith of R.R. 2, Port Perry, attend- ed special Convocation Ceremonies at O'Keefe Centre on March 22, when their son George received his call to the Bar. George is now practising with the Law Firm of Kelly, Jermyn, Zuly and Smith. Dill smiley BROTHERS BECKON Have to go and see my kid brother this week. I don't have to. Nobody in his right mind has to have anything to do with his relatives. From birth to death they are a pain in the arm. When a baby is born, all the eyebrows go up at the choice of name, unless it happens to be one of theirs, or that of a rich uncle. Asked my grandboys the other day what their se- cond name was. Balind, who sometimes doesn't know his anus from his elbow, promptly retored, "William." His second name was the same as mine, in case I'd be pleased and leave him something. Asked the other guy, who knows everything, from why Gran's crying to why Grandad is in a tearing range. He muttered "Chen." I'd forgotten. His parents nam- ed him that, don't ask me why, because they were on an international kick, and Chen means "first-born." Poor little devil. His full name is Nikov Chen. Imagine what the CIA will do with that when they take over Canadian intelligence. Notice I spelled the last word without a capital. Next time the relatives act like Little Jack Horner is when your kids get married. Despite the fact that the couple has been living together for nine months, your blasted relatives want a church wedding, with the bride in white, a big reception where everybody pretends that the newlyweds are virgin, there are some adolescent speeches right out of the age of Victoria, and somebody cuts a gake that nobody would eat with a 10 foot pole. This costs roughly five to 10 thousand dollars so that the couple can go on living in sin, but with a paper to prove they're not. And the third occasion on which the relatives get their arms into it, right up to the elbows, is when somebody dies. This is when the real Christians emerge. "Mom always said I could have that tea service.' "Well, that's what you think. I was there the day she died and she distinctly stated (arm twisted behind her back) that I could have not only the tea service, but all the linen." And so on. I've seen all this, but not experienced it. After my mother's death, my elder sister was mutually appointed arbitrator. And she arbitrated: "Two sheets for you, two for you. Two blankets for you, two for you. Two linen tablecloths for you, two for you. Two beds for you, a din- ing room table for you. Everyday china for you, plus the silver coffee pot. Good china for you, plus the chamber-pot.'"' And so on. It was like being at an auction, without any bids, and we all went away rather dazed, enriched beyond ou dreams, and with only a few grudges. We were all 80 young and unsophisticated that we let an aunt have a beautiful chaise lounge, which wound up as a period piece in, of all places, Australia. My aunt didn't want it. This hasn't much to do with going over to see my kid brother, but, I still think that he thinks he got screw- ed (he was in Paris at the time) on the family split-up and covers the hand-carved stool my Dad made, which I traded off for an upright piano of dubious vintage. Maybe not. Maybe he just wants to see me. Maybe he wants to apologize for all the times he trailed me all over town when I was seven and he was five. I would first hiss at him, then shout at him, to go home. He'd hang on, a block behind, crying like a fire siren, stubborn as a hound following a fox. He's challenged me to a game of golf. This is quite understandable. It fits the pattern. I could always beat him at everything, and he wants the masochistic satisfaction of being trounced once more, before he retires to that wonderland of golf where everybody takes a Mulligan, everybody rides an electric cart to the next hole, and everybody discusses every shot at the -19th hole. On the other hand, maybe he wants to talk about all that money I borrowed from him when he had a paper route and I was a ---- well, a sort of freelancer. Every Saturday night, I used to lock him in the bathroom and freelance about two-thirds of his weekly take, so I could go to the movies. Saw him in Germany a few years ago, and he was still keeping track. He figures I owe him 28 thousand, 500 and some dollars, with compound interest. Perhaps he just wants to remind me of all the girls he has taken away from me, over the years. He never took anyone of any real consequence, but he took some very fine prospectives. On the fourth hand, maybe he just wants to rub it in to me that I'm a failure. He retired as a Colonel with a chestful of medals. I quit as a Flight-Loot with four or five medals mouldering in the basement. He has been at the beck and call of generals, am- bassadors, and such. He is divorced ---- fashionable. I am married ---- unfashionable. He is charming, multilingual, has tasted the fleshpots of Europe. I am a typical suburban slob. Or maybe the poor little fella just wants to see the brother he used to pillow-fight with, every Saturday morning.