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18 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, July 22, 1986 Take a Look Back Reflections of a golden age by Mabel M. McCabe Time to re-evaluate We are well established in the new format of this paper now and | hope that it makes a successful run. It is like the old saying the only thing we can ever be sure of is we can't be sure of anything. | think the changes made so far have given more depth to the contents and therefore it should be good for all. Do you feel that something is missing in the preparations for holidays in the recent years? Remember when you would now show your face outdoors if you didn't have a new outfit from hat to shoes? We used to spend weeks planning our colour schemes and making sure everything would blend. Now if the young folks have a new pair of jeans they are happy. That could be just as well because those jeans cost more than our whole year's wardrobe did in my day. | wonder what has happened to the art of dressing well? Even the few fashion shows | see are a hodge-podge of rags that we would have thrown away, and this new style of unpressed blouses and skirts plus pants make me run for the nearest steam iron. Neatness is another word that has gone with the times, like virtue, truth, hones- ty, virginity and many other things that are laughed at as old fashioned. I think it is time to re-evaluate what we are teaching our children and grandchildren. Sure the clothes don't really matter that-much, but the other values are something that we had best start reviving soon. When | read of students taking pot-shots at their teachers in one school and another teacher being knifed in a separate incident, | believe it's time to put the brakes on the downward slide of morality and integrity. Many of these youngsters have not had the benefit of a home like ours and | think it shows. As the old-timers | wonder if there is something we could do to help them? We have seen a lot in all the years we have been around and maybe if we took the time to try to understand them they would respond by listening to us. | know some may be too far gone but | still feel they are worth trying to save and we sure have seen everything from violence in wars to the beauty of compassion in our lives. Let's see if we can find some of those in need to share it with. There is not too much information concer- ning this week's photograph, but perhaps a thoughtful reader might be able to fill in a few details for us. The picture is that of the Frank Puckrin home on the north-west corner of Taun- ton Road and Cochrane Street. Built circa 1912-1914, the photograph was taken in 1928. The home is still standing. Viewpoint by ROXANNE REVELER So tell me .... what do you think of the new Profile format? Before you answer .... I know .... it isn't the same as the old Profile, but what the heck, it is sure better than nothing at all .... right? It is going to take a little bit of getting us- ed to, for everyone, but in the long run, I think it is going to work. The Brooklin, Ashburn, Myrtle area will still have the coverage it deserves, I'll make sure of that, and readers will be able to learn about things pertinent to their area. I must say, I have had many, many com- ments from people who have stopped me in the street or called me up on the phone. I'm very flattered that the Profile was so well thought of by its readers, but as I said in an earlier Viewpoint, that does not pay the bills. Many suggested they would be more than pleased to pay for the Profile in its original form, and don't think we didn't think of that ourselves, but it still would not have paid for publishing the paper. So now we have a different format, and I think that after a while, when all the wrinkles are worked out, it is going to be just fine. I only hope that I can count on your con- tinued support. You have always been so great in the past and I don't think you will let either myself, or Peter down. The only thing that drives me crazy is the lack of letters. Surely some of you out there must disagree with what I have to say, or with what local politicians have deemed is best for you. Why not let it all out and give us proper hell. It would be so refreshing. And don't give me that guff that you can't write a letter. Sure you can. Have you ever read letters to the editor in other newspapers? It doesn't matter that you are no Ernest Hemingway. You don't have to be to get your message across. Just pick up a pen and paper and let the feeling flow. You'll be amazed at how well you can do if you tell it how it is from your point of view. Come on .... give it a try. To change the subject a little. I am sitting here typing with wet soggy feet, which at this point I am going to do nothing about. I'm wallowing in my misery. You see, it is Friday, and if you reach into the depths of your memory, you will recall that we had a little bit of a storm on Friday morning. A little bit of a storm is, of course, an understatement. The skies opened up and dumped a years worth of percipitation on Brooklin, most of which I am convinced found its way into my basement. We are talking Lake Reveler here. With the hot muggy weather of the preceding days, I had taken to getting up at 6 a.m. to get my typing done. I found that if I left it to the afternoon, my fingers kept slip- ping off the keys. So anyway, I was totally engrossed in my hunt and peck, I paid little attention to the storm, until hubby stuck his head through the office door and muttered, "have you checked the sump pump?" Good Lord, the sump pump. Downstairs she runs, right into about three inches of water. Now this I could have taken. There is not much down our basement that could have been hurt by a little soaking .... except the five baskets of clean laundry sitting on the floor. You see, with my crazy schedule, I am never caught up on my laundry. There have been times that number one son has threaten- ed to go to school in a barrel, or worse, if mom doesn't come up with something clean to wear by morning. Anyway, as | mentioned earlier, I did my work during the cool hours of the morning last week, and spent the hot afternoons, when not out on a story, down in the cool climes of the "dungeor ' getting caught up on the laundry. At about midnight on Thursday, I had finish- ed the last bit. I was so proud of myself. There was not a dirty sock or soiled shirt in sight. Just five Knob Hill boxes filled to the brim with nice, clean clothes. Hubby and the kids just weren't going to believe this one. I mean, it hadn't hap- pened for nearly three years. I was just too tired at this point to carry the blooming lot up two flights of stairs, so I thought ... I washed all their junk, they can carry it up in the morning. Sounded reasonable. But here it is morning ... and we have had said storm ... and I think I am going to cry. I have - considered sticking my head in the oven, but I think that only works with gas. Anyway, I'm too hot. So here I sit, with wet soggy feet. The poor old sump pump is working its little heart out downstairs and just can't take the water away fast enough. There is nothing to do but wait until Lake Reveler drains itself and then go down and start all over again. Know anyone who makes solid concrete laundry baskets. I'll fix Mother Nature. A\/ SWEET CORN -- PICKED FRESH DAILY -- OPEN9AM.to9 P.M. -- 7 DAYS A WEEK! WEERENDS -- 2 LOCATIONS Hwy. 12, Myrtle Station & The Farm, Mudlake Rd., Myrtle Station Now Until Frost 655-3563 Beat the Mob -- Grab a Cob