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ve EB arte # x y 1 [3 Sra Ne bet had i Pp de TTI ee A AVR Ro Pit ETA } Bd ' | AE WAL Bi my y J N AL) ' ' . . feria matte idudgetilrik ints ef purist wot a disdain it sede wsdl darned atau wine This photo of a derailed train was taken near Myrtle Station, and apparently happened after a heavy rainfall. As the train was passing over the Remember When..? tracks they gave-out dumping the cars and contents [load of mules] into a field. Date of the photo from the Scugog Shores Museum is unknown. . PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, May 31, 1978 -- 5 letters Objections to home will scuttle project Dear sir; To my fellow citizens: of Scugog. I am uneasy over some happenings during the last two weeks, in regards to our senior citizens 38 apartment project funded by the fede- ral and provincial govern- ments. There is a real need for this complex of apartments, as one more link in the services that are being pro- vided for our seniors in Scugog. We have spent three years taking surveys, and working on details of several sites, all of which have been discarded for various reasons, such as lack of size, cost of property or servicing, or refusal of the owners to sell. We . thought the hurdles on this one had been overcome. I should think that 80 per cent of the total require- ment for a good site would be a peaceful and quiet area and the future residents of this project would only en- hance these characteristics. It will take very little in the way of objections or prob- lems to scuttle the total project, as this is one of the last of its kind to be built in Ontario. I beg, yes implore, that no citizen of Scugog will throw a rod in the spoKes of the wheel that is turning to complete this project. Yours sincerely, Mayor Lawrence Malcolm. Remember When 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 30, 1918 Congratulations to Mr. Chalmers Weir who passed his Third Year Examinations in Political Science with second class honours being fourth in his class: Messrs. A. Malyon and Wm. Avery, Raglan, have purchased Ford cars from local dealer Archer, of Port Perry. : Continued on page 6 WE MADE IT! After six months of dodging contractors, electricians, plumbers and heating crews the staff of the STAR has finally earned their just reward. We now have a bright, modern office which we can all be proud of....and indeed we are. Not only are offices of the Port Perry Star renovated, but we have the addition of our office supply business under the same roof. That's right - Star Stationery and Office Supply which has been operating across from the Post Office for the past two years is now 'Back Home Again' in the Star building at 235 Queen Street. But it's been a very hectic six months getting ready. It hasn't been easy publishing a newspaper every week with walls falling around you, dodging gaping holes in the floor and breathing plaster dust eight hours a day. But throughout it all our staff has been great! It would have been much harder to accomplish our renovation if it had not been for their patience and understanding, and I would just like to take this space to thank them. Also a big Thank You to our many valued customers who have had to step over and around many obstacles during this period. We have appreciated your patience and only hope that you are as proud of our "new look" as we are. This Thursday, Friday and Saturday we are holding our Grand Re-Opening and we invite you to drop by and see us. We'll be looking forward to your visit. BEAR FACTS In last weeks Chatterbox column, John McClelland reminisced about a couple of incidents with bears when he lived in the Ottawa valley area. Reading these reminded me of an occurance which happened to me one Labour Day weekend about ten years ago. Four of us had canoed into the depths of Algonquin¥Park to a secluded little Island not far from the mainland. We had chosen to get out of the regular traffic areas of the park so that we could have some privacy and a quiet weekend so had paddled about 20 miles and portages into small lake. Here on the island we set up our tents, arranged our campsite and settled in for three glorious days of sun 'n fun. It was not the first time my friend Bruce and I had camped on this same Island, as our Labour Day trip to the -park had been a regular vacation for about three years. But it was the first time the girls had come along with us. As Irecall, the first day and night were glorious and we spent a lot of time basking in the sun, swimming and cooking over a campfire. The second day was much the same, but our adventure was to happen that night. The four of us were all in the larger of the two tents playing cards to pass some time before retiring when we heard a noise coming from the area of our supplies. The girls became a little nervous, but Bruce and I assured them there was nothing to be afraid of. *""It's probably just those raccoons that we had bothering us around the campsite last year," we told them. But when the noise continued, we had to crawl out of the tent to reassure them that we were correct. As we made our way under the flap, we told the girls to stay where they were and we would be right back. bebe Standing just outside the tent, with our flashlights scanning the area we finally beamed in on what appeared to be a large black bear. "My God, it's a bear," Bruce exclaimed, and with that there was a scream from the tent, and a splash in the water. One of the girls in their panic had jumped into the ink-black lake and could not be seen. After what seemed to be an eternity, Bruce and I launched a canoe and although a large amount of water spilled over the sides he was able to get out to his terrified girlfriend. During the procedure of getting the canoe into the water he had stepped on a steel tent peg and cut his foot quite badly. We then paddled around to the other side of the island to warn some men who had set up camp the night before and they helped empty our water-logged canoes and applied first aid to Bruce's cut foot. After about an hour we returned to our campsite very cautiously and when everything appeared to be clear we all climbed into my small tent and lay shoulder-to-shoulder to while away the hours until dawn. . It wasn't long after that we heard the familiar sounds of the black bear back at our campsite. We all lay there scarcely breathing and not moving a muscle. And then the most terrifying thing happened. As we lay there, the bear came towards our tent and slowly made a circle around the base of what appeared would be our '"'canvas coffin'. He was so close that we could feel its movement each time it took a step. After what seemed to be hours, the bear left and shortly chotterbox ...... after we could hear a tremendous commotion near the campsite of the men we had warned earlier. In the morning we were to learn that throughout it all, they had slept and never heard a thing. On the ground around their tents was scattered the remains of enough food and supplies for a week-long camping trip. When the first crack of dawn finally arrived, we immediately began packing our belongings, rolled up the tents still wet from the dew, packed our canoe and began our journey back to the safety of our car. Looking back on the incident, I am not sure if we over reacted or not, but after the tragic deaths of three young boys recently near Ottawa.....I'm glad it turned out the way it did. 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