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Bill Bramah writes about his Ontario A couple times a week Larry Taylor hops into his pick-up truck and heads for the Lincoln town dump. A few hours later he'll return to his big century-old home on Lake Ontario's southerly shores and unload his catch of-the day. It could be a. battered chair,- a bicycle wheel, an ancient pump or a cuckoo clock. To Larry, it's all „ good junk. He'll repair, restore, refurbish and reclaim it. Other people's people's trash goes into Larry's chest of treasures. Long before recycling became trendy, Larry was known around Lincoln and the Niagara district as "the recycling king." When he retired as a mechanic, he began devoting all of his time to his hobby, hobby, After the treasures are given a magic touch in his workshop, they take their rightful place in somebody's home or garden. There's no charge for Larry's gift of junk. The day we were there he had brought back "a fairly good collection of stuff." Jenny spotted an old chair and three lightning rods he'd unloaded. She was looking at them closely. "They're yours if you can use them," said Larry. Jenny's face lit up as if she'd just been given the Crown jewels. "You'd be amazed at the things people throw away," he told me. "I like to think I'm something like the Human Society. They try to find good homes for animals. I try to find good homes for things I find in refuse heaps." He says just about everything a household really needs surfaces sooner or later at a dump. It's merely merely a matter of waiting it out, then applying elbow grease and imagination. imagination. The Taylor house is full of things that have been resurrected. The more spectacular are the antiques his wife Corlene refinishes. There are also extraordinary lighting fixtures fixtures some of which had to be restored piece by piece. And there are innumerable curios and knick- knacks both in the house and the garden. Leading to the house is an attractive attractive trellis and winding brick walkway. Taylor made it of wood from a junkyard, and bricks he picked up from a man who was tearing down a house. The only thing that had to be bought to build it was a bag of cement. "I see no sense in paying for something when I don't have to. I suppose when you gqt right down to it, I'm just cheap," chjuckled the recyling king. And so it goes when you live in a wonderful world of castoff treasures -- a vast wasteland. Bagpipes have always baffled me. Those strange looking contrapitons that stick out every which way and emit weird laments, have struck me as something created by a musical misfit in„partnership with â deranged deranged craftsman. I'm fully aware that these are (intended for week of Dec. 21st) by Helen MacDonald December 1988 'Twas a Time in Newcastle; When all through the Land, Existed lew dumps (none of which were very grand). The Town was agricultural and rich in green trees And the people lived quietly, and felt quite at case. I lie children all played in the woods and the streams fighting words -- out-and-out heresy to a Scot. But bear with me. My ideas have changed radically. This sudden shift occurred recently when we spent a day or so hanging around Jack Dunbar's place in St. Catharines. Jack and his partner, Ken Eller, have the distinction of having what's thought to be the only full-time bagpipe making plant in North America! Terry was away at the time so Global's Rick Dade was our cameraman for the TV news item we were doing. Rick was the one who put us on to the story in the first place. He's a member of the Metro Police Pipe Band and an accomplished piper. Between, Jack, Rick and the four craftsman at the shop, I picked up enough of the history, the great traditions and the careful crafting of the pipes to make me an overnight overnight afficionado! "Bagpipes go back to ancient times," said Rick. "In fact, Nero wasn't playing a fiddle while Rome burned, it was an early type of bagpipe." "Malcolm Canmore was the first king of a united Scotland," piped up Jack. "Around 1068 he organized organized the first Highland Games, and it was in that period that the basic Celtic bagpipe got its own Scottish identity." I was impressed still further when one of the cràftsmen came over toward us lugging a big chunk of dark wood. "This is African Blackwood," he said. "We make our finest pipes from this. It's the world's heaviest and hardest." Later I saw some imitation Blackwood being cut to size, bored and drilled. It's commonly used now because it adjusts to climatic conditions. They showed me how to use a practice "chanter" -- the part with the holes. I was able to bring forth a few sounds that I personally found very pleasing to the ear. As we began shooting the story, my mounting enthusiasm for the pipes knew no bounds. I visualized myself as a lone piper wandering the Scottish glens. Things like that. Jack told me that until five years ago when the plant opened, most bagpipes used on this continent were ordered from Scotland, But now Canadian pipers need lament no more. They can get supplies right at home. Jack apprenticed in Scotland but when he came to Canada in the early early fifties there was no opportunity to work at his craft. He had a variety variety of jobs and made pipes on the side until he met Pipemaster Ken Eller and they started Dunbar Eller Ltd. While I was fooling around with my practice chanter I asked Jack to play something on it. "I don't play the bagpipes," he said. 1 was surprised. "How is that?" 1 asked. He looked at me quizically for a moment and then said, "Did Stradivarius play the violin?" With visions of fishing and splashing in their dreams. The moms craddled their babies, The dads brought home the bread; All were settling their roots for a happy life ahead. When out from the blue there came such a surprise, Eldorado proposed a dump site before our very eyes! Away went the people, in a rage - like a bash! The moon was a crest on those warm summer days, And, soon came fall with sun setting sky ablaze- When what to our wondering eyes should appear, A surprise visit from Minister Merrithew to allay our fears. With the news that, the search was not done just quite right, A Task Force would be established to search for a site. So, slowly, but surely, the job had begun, And the people went home to , their daughters and sons. BUT, wait - then came Metro with dumps N1 through N4 Descending on the Town, as Eldorado before.' Now Courtice, Now Bowmanville, Now Newcastle, Now Newtonville! Searching and grabbing a site for their landfill. To the shores of the lake, to the fields of farmland, Metro slunk into the Town like a snake in the sand. As each site was studied, analyzed ànd investigated, Courtice became the one favoured, so further research there rated. SO, in came the drills, and they bore into the land; The people got together and put up signs in a band. And, then, in a flutter, probably because of an election, There was made an announcement which requires some reflection. The concerns of the people had encouraged some discussion, Now, Ottawa would not allow aviation boundary reduction. And, though the news was like a gift from St. Nick, Metro continues to drill - yes, still up to old tricks! A BUNDLE of half-truths, some fairy-tales and fiction, Seem all we can get from all levels of politican. Their eyes, how they twinkle, their dimples, how merry! Their 'cheeks' (always "covered"), their noses like a cherry. Their droll little speeches wrapped like gifts with a bow, And their promises, seldom go far, as you all surely know! Now, as we tell you a tale of many woes, There are other considerations in the books of our foes. The Town is a land of great beauty and space; A temptation to many to seize and deface. Just consider, for a moment, all of the locations,- To which, we suggest, you not take your vacations! PORT GRANBY - has radiation; DARLINGTON - has Tritium; LAIDLAW - wants expansion; METRO'S inflicted with landfillium. DURHAM, in its desire to divorce from the big city Looks to Newcastle also, for its garbage facility. HYDRO, has a problem - it needs a new stash, To store and process its coal incinerator ash. And last, but not least, the most recent proposal! BF1 has made application for medical waste disposal! YOU may ask of yourselves, what next? Could it get worse? Only time will tell us; but, the message of our verse - Is that without you and I raising voices loud and -clear, , The price of our community is payment too dear!- A time in Newcastle A poem recited at the Moonlight Madness event Orono Weekly l imes, Wednesday, January 4, 1989-7 "In ihis season of joy, peace and good cheer, We suggest that when we ring in the New Year A letter; à phone call; any action that is taken, Are the very things that could help save our "bacon". By "bacon", what we mean is our way of life, our land, The things in our community which go hand in hand With the quality of expansion, growth and development, That to us allow only for beauty and enhancement. SO WE DECLARE on this cold, - wintry night, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and to all a good fight! The Corporation of the TOWN OF NEWCASTLE NOTICE GARBAGE COLLECTION Effective January .2, 1989, garbage collection will be provided for all residents of the Town of Newcastle by contract contract with Browning-Ferris Industries Ltd. * Following are the main features of the contract: Uniform Service Garbage collèction service will be provided fcr all households, commerical and industrial premises on the basis of- once per week collection with a maximum of six bags and/or containers each week. The owner of premises which require service over and above the six bàg/container limit will be required to make their own arrangements for the additional service. Uniform Rate A uniform, rate, based on the uniform service, will be charged to all households and commercial/industrial . businesses and as in the past, will be added to the tax bill. The owner of premises who require service over and above the six bag/container limit will be charged for the uniform service and'will be required to make their own arrangements arrangements for the additional service at their cost. Apartment Buildings For the purposes of the garbage collection contract, apartment buildings are defined as a building which consists of four or more dwelling units. Apartment buildings will be considered to be a commercial operation and will be provided with the uniform servicç at the uniform rate. Development Agreements For several years, the site plan agreements for condominiums condominiums and apartment buildings, commercial and industrial industrial developments have required that the owner(s) are responsible for their garbage collection and disposal at their own cost. Therefore, garbage collection will not be provided for these developments nor will the uniform rate be charged to these developments. , Farms Each farm will be provided the uniform service at the uniform rate. Take All A "take all" serviced will be'provided which means that white goods (fefrigerators, stoves, etc.) furniture, bed springs and other household trash will be picked-up wpekly on the regular collection day. Questions? If you have any questions or concerns about the above, please write or phone the following: Browning-Ferris Industries Ltd. • P.O. Box 2398 Oshawa, Ontario L1H 7V6 623-3771 or 433-5075 Dates of Publication: December 21, 1988 . January 4, 1988 " QUESTIONS ABOUT CHEMICALS? For assistance in obtaining non-emergency information about chemicals, call the CHEMICAL REFERRAL CENTRE 1-800-267-6666 between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. (Eastern) A public service operated by The Canadian Chemical Producers' Association