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- 4 [2 LJ L wv v « » + 4 » ® LH 60 YEARS AGO Wed. August 30, 1917 Mr. Roy Sutcliffe has left for Lindsay where he has accepted a'position. Miss Frankie Vickery was united in marriage to Mr. Harvey Simpson. Rev. Black was con- ducted into the pastorate of St.John's Presbyterian Church. Library has been newly At Saas ing, Mr. J.W. Crosier was appointed tax collector at "a salary of $30.00 35 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 27, 1942 Mr. H.R. Smeltzer, former high school teacher in Picton has bought the Wesley Boyn- ton house in Port Perry. The street fair and dance held in Blgckstock The Port Perry Public. 7 At Scugog council meet- Suggitt, Kathleen McCaw, Mr. Follick, principal, presented to the. local Red Cross Branch. Mrs. Dave Duchermin has resigned as care- taker of the C.P.R. station in- Myrtle and Mrs. Jack Kirkham will take over the caretaking. 25 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 28, 1952 Mr. Merl Letcher, a member of the Port Perry Lawn Bowlers Club is touring England 'andthe Continent with a Canadian Bowling team. ---Mr.- Charlie Popert- is opening a shoe shore in Port Perry. , Miss Joan Real was top Upper School student with four first class hon- ours in Grade 13 examin- ations. Mr. Alex Russell, Utica, was presented with a gift of a lazy boy chair on the occasion of Remember _When..? Cast of the play David Copperfield given at Port Miss Coad. Front left, Beatrice Vickery, Lloyd Van Perry High School in 1912. From left, back, Victor Camp, Hardy Purdy and Lillian Follick. Photo courtesy Scugog Shores Museum 20 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 29, 1957 As of September, Sweetman's Transport will become the B&R Transport. Mr. and Mrs. Stan Foster, Greenbank and family are vacationing at a cottage on Lake Simcoe. The Manchester Credit Union will have an in- formation booth at Port Perry Fair. Wayne Cragg, son of Mr, and Mrs. Al Cragg suffered a broken leg and facial cuts when he was struck by a car when cycling near his home. 10 YEARS AGO Thurs. August 31, 1967 Congratulations to Mrs. Rose Philip, R.R. 4 Port Perry, who won 1st prize with her entry of .at Cartwright C.N.E. The Grade 13 students High school made an excellent showing on their depart- mental examinations. 90 percent of the papers tried were passed and 35 percent of the marks were either 1st or 2nd class honours. The top student was Judy Coch- rane with an average of 77.6 percent, _ The former Epsom- Utica Manse will be sold by auction on the even- ing of September 6th. A going-away party for Miss Ruby Wilson and Miss Annie Yoe, Epsom was held prior to their leaving on Friday for their work in Africa. Mr. and Mrs. George Samells, Port Perry have just returned from a 3 week tour of South PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, Aug. 31, 1977 -- 5 Cedar Stone Park re-zoning sought Following recent com- plaints from property owners in the area, the de- velopers of Cedar Stone Park near Greenbank have agreed to apply for a re-zoning of part of the park property, and also to erect a proper fence between the park and adjoining private properties. Mr. Peter Vasil, of Tor- onto, one of the six owners of the park, told Scugog Council Monday afternoon that the owners want to have "good relations" with people living in the area, and that they were ready to do whatever necessary to sooth some bad feelings that have been created in recent weeks. Mrs. Lillian Truax whose property adjoins the land used as a picnic area com- plained bitterly to council last month that picnickers threw garbage and beer bottles on her property, and used abusive language against her 11-year-old son. The re-zoning is necessary because the approximate 40 acres at the back section of the park is zoned agriculture which does not permit use as a picnic area. Nine acres fronting on Highway 12 are zoned open space, which does permit the use. Mr. Vasil was told that the re-zoning could probably be achieved in two to three months if no objections were registered from property owners within 400 feet. Any objection could hold up the re-zoning for several months pending a hearing before the Ontario Municipal Board. Councillors Jerry Taylor anid Vern Asselstine, who have both talked to property owners in the immediate aréa, said they got the im- pression there would be no objections to the re-zoning provided that a proper fence buffered the park area from the private properties. TRAILERS After informing council that he would apply for the re-zoning, and undertake construction of fences along the property lines, Mr. Vasil asked council if there was anything to prevent him al- lowing about 30 trailers to park overnight this Labour Day weekend in the park. He was told that overnight parking is permitted, but that this must not be on a permanent or regular basis. When asked by council if the owners had any plans to turn the park into a summer campsite for trailers, Mr. Vasil said the idea has been contemplated for next summer. Payment deferred Scugog Township council has agreed to a request by Carlan Industries to defer payment of development fees to the Township on the 60 unit apartment building planned by Carlan for the north end of Bigelow Street. The development fee for the apartment building is about $60,000 with council agreeing to collect five per- cent when the building per- mit is issued and the remain- der nine months later. 'In the interim, this 95 percent would be covered by a line of credit from the developer. Council also agreed at the special meeting Monday to ask for a similar deferment of the approximate $100,000 in development fees that Durham Region will collect for the apartment building. Tony Cesaroni of Carlan Industries requested the de- ferments in light of the fact Carlan is paying for the installation of services for the apartment building. Construction of the $1.7 million apartment is sche- duled to get underway this fall with occupancy expected by June of the next year. netted $781.26 which was his 81st birthday. brown bread at the America. Bill Smiley The Boys Gh This is being written from a hospital bed, where I am in traction and under heavy sedation. Don't worry. I wasn't in a car crash. I just had a five-day visit from by grandboys. : It seems that my daughter was moving and it was going to be awfully difficult with the boys underfoot and it was a great chance for Gran and Grandad to really have a good visit with their favorite people untrammeled by the interventions of parents. What can you say? "Sorry, but we like to play golf in the afternoon, spend a quiet evening, and get up when we feel like it in the morning, during holidays'? Of course you can't. You burble some- thing like; "No problem, dear. We'd love to have them. It'll bé a real treat." And then you hang up the phone, look at your better half, and mutter mournfully, "Good Gawd, the kids are coming.' They came, they saw, they conquered. And that's why I'm writing from the hospital. As soon as I get out of traction, they're moving me, permanently, to a place called Autumn Daze, a home for chronic grandfathers to eke out their last few months, exchanging senile horror stories about grandchildren. Oh well, it may not be so bad. My wife says she'll come and visit me regularly, except during the golf, skiing, fall and sewing seasons. That means once in March and once in November. She promised to bring me a drink on each occasion, because my nerves are shot to hell, too. But that's a long time betwen mickeys. It isn't that my grandsons are bad kids. They're not. It's just that they are three a half and one and a half years old, and their favorite sport, indoors and out, is torment- ing the living daylights out of each other. First few days weren't bad. The Old Lady has a way with them. She can change a diaper on one 'and carry on an incredibly: complicated conversation with the other without getting a hair out of place. She can sit at the sewing machine, with one on each: knee, and actually sew, as they try to poke their fingers under the needle. When she's cooking, she plops them up on the counter beside the stove, where the older one asks 84 questions, all beginning with "'why," and the little one opens the cupboard doors and bangs his eye on them and shrieks. During this period, my role was a fairly passive one. All I had to do was get them their breakfast. Nothing to that. I give them each a can: of yoghurt and half a banana. For dessert, I open a can of peaches and get the ice cream. out. It may not be your standard, unimagina- tive breakfast, but the boys go for it and seem to thrive on it. And then of course, when they've finished breakfast and are in a great mood, there's not much for me to do. Except let them play around, on, aud over me, break up eight fights over whose ball or shovel it is, and serve as a trampoline when they line up at "the far end of the living room, run as hard as they can, and hurl themselves head-first into Grandad's lap, almost invariably knocking heads together, with subsequent recriminations, howling, and both of them on my knees being comforted. But before you know it, lunch is over and it's nap time. No. 2 goes down happily with a bottle. No. 1 requires six stories. If I read the one about Flicka, Ricka and Dicka one more time, I'll go out of what is left of my mind. But it works. He gets groggy. Just as he's drifting off, No. 2 hurls the bottle out of his crib, leaps up, rattles the bars, yells for action and both are wide awake ready for More Fun And Games With Grandad. Afternoons in the backyard are compara- tively peaceful, except for one thing. For some misguided reason, I have only one lawn hose. Did you ever see two boys with only one hose between them? Older is stronger. He wrests hose from Younger and squirts him with ice-cold water. Younger bellows, runs to Grandad, soaking from head to foot, and jumps up to be loved and petted. Old forgets hose and starts to climb gate. Grandad yells. Meantime, Younger has picked up hose and gleefully squirts Gran- Grandad yells again, unprintably. Young- er drops hose and runs, square into square corner of picnic table. Great welt on forehead. Gran will be furious with Grand- dad for not watching boys properly. Those were the good days. Came Tuesday, and Gran was committed to a golf tournament. Dubiously. "Are you sure you can cope?" "Whome? Course I can cope. Nosweat. I can handle these two with one head tied behind my back." "Well, maybe....but...." "Gawn, away wid yez. play." And it was. Six hours of it. During which: eight fights were broken up; the boys ate all four of the chicken legs I'd prepared for the three of us; we went shopping and I lost one for 60 panic-filled seconds in the maze of the supermarket; the Younger discovered how to unfasten the buckle of the seat-belt; the Older started yelling for his Mommy when I smacked his ass for clobbering his little brother with 'a ping pong bat, which for some reason unknown to man or God, he had found behind the car seat. My daughter walked in with a cherry "Hi Dad!" and found me on the phone trying to call the police department, the fire depart- ment, anybody. She looked at me, shook her head, took the phone from my shaking fingers, and called an ambulance. 1 The Argyle Syndicate It'll be child's