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(LU Ll ll (& PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues., February 10, 1987 -- 19 a. CS CREAN Te i 2 3 FT A Bg £ Ba eR bg £3 3 53 SET es SF This week's. photograph -came to us courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Allan Downey, who were residents of this area for many years. It shows the old Myrtle House Hotel -. at Myrtle Station. Believed to have been in the early 1900s when it was owned by a Mr. Berney (The correct spelling is not known). The building burned down circa 1919. } | MH ? - Viewpoint The other day I saw an ad in the newspaper for a split-level, fully insulated deluxe summer cottage with thermostat- controlled heat, four piece bath, landscaped "lot, built-in stereo system, an all electric kit- chen and a fibreglass boat and it all kind of reminded me that I -wotildn't mind renting a cottage for a few weeks, if you know one with a pump and basin out back where I can wash' under some pine trees and watch the morn; ing sky behind the branches while I gargle. I'd like a one piece bath out among the bees and the golden rod and I'll need a woodstove, a table, a couple of those old 1929 mohair chesterfield chairs and a bed. If you have a few bricks around that I can heat the blankets with at night before I settle down with a good book, I'd appreciate your leaving them under a stump or something. I like to go to bed listening to settling embers in the fireplace, sleep with just my nose out over a patchwork quilt, and warm up in the morning by gathering kindling to start yet another fire. Poor boating is not essential, but T'd prefer a leaky old punt with a bit of unimprov- ed swampland nearby. I like to lie on my stomach at high noon with my nose a few in- ches from the shallow water, drifting around bullrushes and watching the minnows and crayfish. : Good boating attracts most of the people I am trying to get a holiday from. They all drive wearing the same hats, with the same power mowers and transistor radios and, as far as I know, live on the same street in the city. I lived between two them at a cottage one time. Each had an outboard motor powerful enough to push an ore carrier. "That's a nice move up Sam,' one would say and I'd think he was referring to the perching habits of a kingbird until I realized he meant a move up from a three-year-old Chevy to a brand new Olds. Then they'd hoth get in their outboards by ROXANNE REVELER and open up their motors. \ I remember as a child frequenting a friend's cottage he was in the process of building. They were the days of eating what Dad caught, along with a mountain of beans, ~ and listening to the inevitable racket that was sure to eventually follow, of washing everything, including yourself, in cold water hauled up the hill from the lake, and using "facilities" that consisted of a "honey bucket" that the men took turns emptying every day. It took several years for these family friends to "fix" their cottage up to their liking, and although it was nice to be sure when they did, - | it wasn't a cottage anymore. It was just another home, in another location, and it was spoiled for me. I rarely went back after that. So please don't write if your cottage has any inventions later that the coal oil lamp. I like to redd by lamplight or the flow of the fire, listening to the wind in the trees. Anyway, I've found that the new cottager who goes in for electricity is likely to go in for spotlights lighting up the woods like a used car lot, col- oured bulbs for improving on nature and lit- tle signs like "The Reids" lit up by footlights. A woman friend of mine used to like stan- ding under the starlit sky looking at Pleiades or the nebula in Andromeda. Her cottage neighbour, who had already put a loudspeaker in a tree, rigged up to a floodlight to scare the skunks away and left my friend standing there one night as if she'd been caught in a prison break. She just closed up her cottage, looked up her insurance plan, and found she could spend a nice quiet week in hospital for an old ailment. It was a lot more fun than living with a loudspeaker in a tree next door. I want a place that I have to reach by picking my way along a path, and I'd like a few rocks on it that would rip the bottom (Turn to page 20) Reflections of a golden age Intuition Is The Best Gauge : by Mabel M. McCabe Baby, the snow came down. Did it ever. We were swamped by piles of it at the roadsides, and traffic as always was at a standstill. It proves once again that Mother Nature will win out over all the technology man can come up with. People my age and older, have watched the growth of the automobile and the airplanes. We have marvelled that such things could happen in just one. lifetime. Then the force of nature puts us back in our places and rubs the smug look from the face. We all watched the pictures of the volcanic eruptions in Hawaii, and were amazed that houses and roads were eaten up by molten lava. We were horrified by the sight of the destruction in the Colum- . bian and Nicaraguan earthquakes that whipped out thousands of lives. It is at times like these, that one remembers, and calls out to God. We get too big with the thought of our own importance, as we grow and p ogress. It takes something to shock us back to the reali ty that we do not hold the power over all things. Many who are in our midst today will die by fires or traffic ac- cidents before this new year is over, and it is just a crap-shoot who will survive. Now, that is not a happy thought, but nevertheless, it is true. We have to address.it, and ask what we can do to change things. | wonder how many of you watched Shirley MacLaine's show of direction. | enjoyed it and. | hope to read her books now. Sure, it flies in the face of many of the teachings of organized religions, but it does put some things into a new perspective. We sat back smugly thinking we had all the answers far too long and what is happening to our world! " Lbelieve we should all open up to new ideas, especially one that ~ says love your fellow man everywhere, no matter what his colour or race. | think that is what all the great teachers were getting at, but f it somehow has been changed. Why do we look down on some who are not as we are? Why is there still bigotry in the world? Why did an incident happen in Howard Beach, New York, where a young black man was killed? It was not so long ago that we all mourned the ~ shooting of Martin Luther King Jr. In fact, we have just celebrated a holiday with the Americans, named for him. If nothing has chang- ed, why did he die? Watching the movie made things fall into place in my mind in other ways too. We have all lost loved ones, and it is a terrible, wren-: ching feeling. The premise in the message given was, that nothing ever really dies. Now, | had always felt that way in my heart, but to have it put up on a screen for all to see was good. It made me realize | was not crazy, and that others also believed in the things that kept me going during some of the roughest times of my life. 'Whoever you are, do not despair, because THERE are many ways to look at each situation and we can take our pick of the one that best fits our inner feelings. Your natural intuition is the best gauge to use in these cases. r= Sure, we all know that there are many charlitans out there waiting to fleece us, but if we be cautious and take our time, we will see through them. Many people swore by Oral Roberts, and then he ~ comes up with a scheme to take money from them, that is so close to Moral blackmail, that some stations will not carry his show anymore. You see, even the most firm evangelical believer can be tur~cd off "by outrageous conduct. Cases like that are many in the past. There was Billy Sunday and Father Divine, and the biggest fraud of all time, Aimee Semple MacPherson, who faked her own kidnapping to get folks to send money. Money is truly the root of all evil, and it will corrupt the best people if allowed to become the focal point of their lives. | guess none of us have to worry about having too much, because if we make a bit, the government will take it away fast enough. SCOUTS PAPER DRIVE The regular monthly paper drive of the 2nd Brooklin Beavers, Cubs and Scouts will be held on Saturday, February 14th, 1987 starting at 9:00 a.m. Kindly have your papers, tied securely two ways, at curbside before 9:00 a.m. as they could be missed if put out later. Ashburn residents may leave their papers at the Community Cex- tre the Friday previous, February 13th. No earlier please, as it con, stitutes a fire hazard. The paper drive include the areas of Cedarbrook Trail, Robmar St., and Macedonian Village. Many thanks for your continued support to this worthwhile ser- vice and fund-raising project of the Scouts. Paper Drive convenor is Arnold Tripp, Tel. 655-4993 V