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---- - 44 Seugog Ollie Tussday April 1, 1909 Central Ontario Wolves finished the OMHA Finals as silver medalists. The Port Perry Connection of Adam Jones, Seth Gray, and Scott Jeffery played an important part in the Wolves success this year. At the OMHA championship tournament, Seth had 5 goals and 4 assists, Adam had 4 goals and 5 assists, and Scott had 1 goal and 1 assist. Central lost their first game against Barrie 4.3, won the second game against Guelph 3-1, they beat Welland 3-1 and best of all was Peterborough, defending champs, pounded by Central 6-1. That put Central into the OMHA finals against Barrie. The finals would be two games, total goals takes all. The first game the teams were tied 3-3. The second game, Barrie won in the last 2 minutes of the game. If there had been another minute left, Central would have won. Barrie took the championship 3-2. The boys would like to thank all the Port Perry people for their support and a special thanks to Ed Teno and Gary Geer for helping them reach that level of play last year. The team record for the 94/956 season under the coaching staff of Paul Reed, Rick Newar and Tom Lee had an impressive two tournament wins - not bad for a rooky ®eam. This season consisted of approximately 35 wins, 5 losses and 4 ties. The boys would also like to thank Paul, Rick and Tom for their comment to the team and hope to see them in Midget. Adam Jones Seth Gray Local boys enjoy season with the Wolves Scott Jeffery Port Perry teen recalls the day the War ended by Bill Brock May 8, 1945 weds a beautiful spring day in Port Perry. The sun was bright and warm. Grass was fresh and green and the trees were greening. Tulips were out and the windows of the Grade 9 classroom at Port Perry High School were wide open to welcome 'the warmth and celebrate the promise of summer holidays soon to come. It was the kind of day when kids, and, I later discovered, teachers wished they didn't have to be in school. I remember the flies and bees buzzing around outside the windows making us all a little envious of their freedom. Shortly after ten o'clock the peaceful © buzzing of the classroom activities was interrupted by 'the long' anticipated, 'and not totally unexpected, sound of bells from throughout the village. Which came first I don't recall but in what just seemed seconds the bells from the steeples of the United and Anglican Churches, * joined with the Town Hall and we knew that it had happened. The war was over. The sound of cheering came from the other classrooms, where .all the students were older and probably more relieved that we USCS 14-year olds, but we joined in too. Classroom business halted totally and abruptly. The sudden onset of peace was a little difficult for us to comprehend. For six years, almost half of our lives, and more than half of our conscious years, we had lived with the war. It hung over everything. It affected everybody. If our father or brother wasn't in Europe we knew who had abroad, entertaining us as well. Although we were blessed by being in North America and away from most of the violence, the imagination of youth could frighten us into believing we were actually participating in some of the horrors we saw in the newsreels and newspapers. We could feel the tension, apprehension and fear that rubbed off our parents as they there. Some of ys already knew that a father or brother or uncle would not be coming home. The ratiorung had been a fact of life for as long as we could remember. For years now most of us had been bringing quarters to school on Fridays, and our teacher would buy War Savings Stamps with them. When we had sixteen we would take the folder to the Post Office and exchange it for a certificate which would marvelously give/is $5.00 in seven and a half years for each $4.00 thus invested. The movie shown at the Town Hall on Saturday afternoon never failed to begin with a newsreel bringing fearful events far away closer to hand. Every Tuesday night no one missed Bob 'broadcasting from the war zones' Hope as he tried to bring a bit of home to the troops Help make tomorrow a ! alth Please support USC Canada's health care programs in Africa and Asia. " | K1P 581 Gy (613) 234-6827 ed Name: USC by calling: Commits s » i " (Posidated cheques are welcome) - help li d to a particularly grizzly bit of hews or when we all gathered to hear Churchill or Roosevelt try 'to inspire' or reassure us. Orie day on the way to school on MacDonald Street a low- flying aircraft seemed to buzz along Cochrane Street. I remember jumping across the ditch to the protection of one of the big maple 'trees at Carnegie's, hoping to protect myself if this was indeed my first air raid. My heart was still pounding when | got to school, where rumour had it that the 'air raid' was just Joel Aldred who was in the RCAF, giving his home on Cochrane Street an unofficial salute! We were always aware that there could be spies among us, and that the 'walls had ears' and we joined Captain Midnight's club for training in procedures to the war effort, accomplishing little, but making us feel that somehow we were involved. And then on that sunny morning it was all over, but too much to comprehend. For a year we had known it was coming. On two successive June mornings a year earlier we had awakened to the news that Rome had fallen (June 5), and the very next morning the thrill of the news of D-Day (June 6). I cut newspaper clippings of the invasion for a scrapbook which never did get put together, knowing that this was getting closer to the end. I remeniber that year as a sort, of living 1812 Overture, with the promising overture of D-Day, followed by long serious passages of more battles in the Pacific and Bastogne and then another Armistice day in N ber with no armistice in sight, followed then at last by allied victories one after the other, seemingly building toa crescendo, And then on April 12, President Roosevelt died. More worries for me because to my young mind it seemed that God had died. I don't remember ever feeling like that dgain until years later when JFK was assassinated. Fortunately I was assured that Harry Truman would be equal to the task of carrying on, and after all, Winston Churchill was still there. And the King and Queen would help hold it together. On the Saturday night before May 8 there was a rumour that the war was over. i was disappointed that my. family didn't close the store right then and there and start celebrating, but they didn't panic--it was only a rumour like the many others we had been having! And then the bells rang one morning at school and it was over. During, the final days of the war in Europe I had been asking my father "What will the newspapers do for headlines and stories once the war is over?" I couldn't imagine what there would be to report without that all-pervasive event throwing its shadow everywhere. And when the bells' rang there was no real understanding of what it all would mean. ter would come the Sories of the celebrations in London, Paris and New York, but at Port Perry High School it was the message from Principal McClellan saying that "The War is Over! School is closed for the rest of the day!" With my friends Roy MacMillan and Allan Sweetman, I got my bicycle and the three of us rode across the causeway and north pa on the island road to our cottage - and back, arriving home in the evening. I have no recollection at all of whatever celebrations went on in the village during that day, nor of*any particular thoughts that may have gone through my head, on the journey. l.suspect that if I had been asked at the time, I might have said "Thank God it's over, let's enjoy the day and the rest of our lives". And probably everybody would have agreed. VE Day memories tearful by Victoria Adamson On May 8th, 1945, | was a young girl of eighteen serving in the WRENS (Women's Branch of the Royal Canadian Navy), and recently transferred to Halifax, NS. I was on duty that day at the Barracks. The sound of ships' whistles, sirens, and people shouting, everyone rushing outside to join in the merriment, all come to mind on that day 50 years ago when the war ended in Europe. The celebration of the event and everyone's joy was a great (Please print and indicate Apt. No, and Postal Code) thing. H the of knowing my bo, rr who was killed in action in Germany on January 8th, 1045, at age 19, would not be returning home was just too much. | remember as I stood by the window watching the activities and shedding some of the most bitter tears of my life. My grief was overwhelming and shadowed momentarily the joy of the War's end. Later that evening several of my Wren friends and I went downtown Halifax to watch the festivities from the vantage point of Citadel Hill, but what was to be a celebration turned ugly when hordes of civilians and servicemen (many of them sailors), began a path of destruction on a downtown street, smashing windows and looting. Needless to say, my friends and I hurried back to our Stadacona Barracks and out of harm's way. This year, 50 years later, on May 8th 1995, I will be in Holland attending a ceremony at the Groesbeek Canadian War Cemetery near Nijmegen, and will get to kneel beside my brother's resting place, so far from home. A wish of the past 50 years will have been fulfilled. I pray there will be no more, world wars and loss of young lives, and that all those who gave their lives for their - country will not have died in' vain.