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•T he IF P• H al to n H ill s • Th ur sd ay , J un e 13 , 2 01 3 32 Halton Healthcare Services Corporation Annual General Meeting Thursday, June 20, 2013 5:00 p.m. Oakville Conference Centre 2515 Wyecroft Road, Oakville Audited financial statements will be available at the meeting and posted on the HHS website following the AGM. For further information please contact the Board Liaison at 905 815 5114 or log on to www.haltonhealthcare.com. ANNUAL MEETING Georgetown Hospital Milton District Hospital Oakville-Trafalgar Memorial Hospital TAX DUE DATE NOTICE TO HALTON HILLS TAXPAYERS The first instalment of the 2013 Final Tax Bill is due on Wednesday June 26, 2013 PAYMENT OF TAXES WHERE? (8:30 - 4:30 Monday to Friday), or AFTER HOURS? HOW? LATE PAYMENTS? FEES? NO TAX BILL? NEW PROPERTIES? SENIOR'S TAX GRANT? QUESTIONS? www.haltonhills.ca www.mpac.ca 63 ____________________________________________________ TEMPORARY ROAD CLOSURE DUE TO EVENT 64 S o m e th in g s a re ju st b e tt e r to g e th e r. # it sb e tt e rt o g e th e r fa ce b o o k .c o m /fl ye rl a n d .c a @ fl ye rl a n d Homecoming 2013 (July 26- 28) features a big farewell party to the Memorial Arena (or the Old Arena, as it is often known). What does the Memorial Are- na mean to you? For me, there are several memories that will never vanish, even when the building is long gone. Sunday afternoon skating: This was the highlight of my week as a young girl. My friends and I carefully polished our skates with fast drying, white liquid polish, then we carefully applied black shoe polish on the edges and heel. The goal was perfection. I'm not sure if there was a Good House- keeping Award for beautiful skates, but as we tied the silver bells onto the laces, we hoped that beautiful skates would translate to popularity and skating skills. Skating Carnival: My parents had this stupid idea that I should be in the annual skating carnival. I was about 5 or 6 and not a par- ticularly good skater. For most, the thrill was getting dressed up in a magnificent costume, creat- ing a big "train" behind your skat- ing lesson classmates, heading out onto the ice which was daz- zling with bright spotlights, and then trying to stop when you got out there. For me, it was all about losing my white glove. The theme was The Wizard of Oz. I was all set to go out when I discovered my glove was missing. I still remem- ber the trauma of it all... me wail- ing, the adults trying to convince me to go on without it, me wail- ing some more, the adults getting really mad and then, me finally going on without it. I never tried skating lessons again and I am sure that all my present day anxi- eties stem from that moment. The Snack Bar: Parents al- ways said yes to healthy, safe activities like skating and roller- blading at the Arena. We often got money to buy a treat, or we gathered pop bottles to get re- funds at Archie's corner store to spend at the arena. Kindly Mrs. Pries was behind the counter and red liquorice and hot choc- olate beckoned. Oh the glory of ordering what you wanted with your OWN money! Rollerblading on Saturday nights: When the ice was out for the summer, we would roll- erblade every Saturday night. There was a live band and we would glide around in circles to the strains of Joe Lett's band wailing out "Loveitis" or "In a Gadda Da Vida Baby" (or what- ever the words really were). Everyone in town went roller blading and it was the place to see and be seen. It was also RE- ALLY important that you look good. Since my sister worked part-time at Silver's Department Store, she had a great wardrobe. I determined that I should steal her clothes. Each Saturday, I would hide an outfit (matching top, shorts and knee socks) in the milk box, exit the front door, then run around and change in the back yard...just in time to head off to rollerblading. I arrived in style, donned my rented boots and raced in circles on the cement surface in time to the music, hoping that someone cute (nice was optional) would walk me home. I usually walked home with my girlfriends Anne, Laurie and Sharon instead, but I looked GOOD right to the bot- tom of Hewson Crescent. The Bantam Tournament: Being a 14-year-old girl in George- town during the Bantam Tour- nament was pure bliss. There seemed to be hundreds of boys billeted all over town and they were ALL gorgeous. (Mysterious+ available + athletic= gorgeous!) The best place to be was up- stairs at the Legion, where Jesse Hayes and her crew fed them all. The boys came from exot- ic places like Drummondville (Quebec...sigh), New Liskeard, Leamington and Belleville. Ba- sically, anywhere but George- town sounded exotic to us. I remember having a week- long romance with a young lad from Belleville. I kid you not, his name was Roger Lamour. He ac- tually liked me back, so we wrote letters back and forth until that fizzled out for both of us. If you have Arena memories to share, just email lfraser@ fraserdirect.ca. Homecoming registration and payment is now available online at www.haltonhills.ca/ theatre or pick up a form at JV Clothing, Georgetown Library, Acton Library, The Gellert, Sil- vercreek Café or Hungry Hol- low Smokehouse. Hey old Memorial arena, thanks for the good times... By LOIS FRASER Georgetown Homecoming Commiteee Phil Hyde roller skating at the Old Arena, with a rock 'n roll band playing in the background. Phil lives in Red Deer, Alberta now and is coming to Homecoming on July 26 to 28.