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yieoe™ . Sond Mav FAA "td '7 e307 FRE NIALL YS £) dpe cotati ts tatu adh i init cad dnd da sank shai ana Sis eas biddtarsiad axtilabd y . LIE ot # at Vea RT NTE ' 4 / J Yr. pt Fe er' i" yA ALVIN Te a <P RATA ' PORT PERRY STAR -- Wed., Janvary 3, 1980 -- 5 had taken over the business. was located in the same location that now 60 YEARS AGO i Thursday, January 1, 1920 _The Christmas Tree and entertainment at the In- . dian Church was held on Monday evening. Miss Hayes with the scholars of the Foot School provided the enter- tainment. Proceeds over $40.00. It is very important that the vote be recorded for the Hydro. The vote is to be taken on the 9th day of January. This is a staff photo of F.W. Mcintyre's store in Port Perry about 1918, shortly after Mr. Mcintyre The Mcintyre store --- occupied by Mersco and Pearse Jewellery on Queen Street. Some of the people in the photo are Alice Ford, Tot Corrin, Gertrude Cassidy, Fanny Porter, Ethel Martin and Harold Emmerson. Can you pick them out? remember when ...¢ The lady property holders who are looking forward to the comforts and pleasures of night and day electrical service must not neglect the very necessary duty of recording their vote. Scugog Council re-elected by acclamation: Reeve Peter Hood; Councillors - Jas. Crozier, George Sweet- man, Jonathan Alldred, Frank Dowson. (Turn to page 6) Dear Sir: ~chotterb THE SEVENTIES If the 1960's was the decade of peace, love and campus . revolution, the 1970's was the decade when the arteries began to harden. The student radicals who scared hell out of their parents and university presidents in the 60's are today trying to cope with parenthood, mortgages and junior exec jobs with IBM. Trying to get a handle on the decade that has just passed is difficult, partly because the 70's seemed to lack a central focal point, and partly because the events and trends of the decade that preceeded it were so sharply in focus and easily defined, by comparison. I'm not unhappy to see the 1970's come to an end. If there was one overwhelming trait to characterize the 70's as far as I'm concerned, it would have to be cynicism. While animosity and hatred in the 1960's was highly visible and directed at several specific targets, the 70's was the decade when people seemed to lose faith, trust and hope in just about everything. If the slogan of the 60's was "don't trust anyone over 30", the catch phrase of the 70's was "don't trust anyone, period." ' Looking back on the decade that just passed, I have a great deal of difficulty pulling all the threads together into a neat little knot. What keeps popping into my mind instead is a series of images, unrelated, with no apparent common bond. The most vivid image of the 1970's that I have in my mind is that of several hundred men, women and children lying dead and bloated in a jungle clearing known to the world as Jonestown. They got that way by following a mad cult leader to South America, and then at his bidding consumed purple freshie laced with rat poison. If the seventies was the decade of the cult, the mass suicide at Jonestown epitomized a kind of blind, mindless mentality where people were quite willing to let others do their thinking for them, even to the point of how and when they die. A second vivid image that sticks in my mind's eye is that of a young Canadian named Paul Henderson, who back in September 1972 brough this country to a standstill when he scored a winning goal in a hockey game in Moscow and saved our national pride. It was a delerious moment for Canada, and the photo of Henderson in the arms of a jubilant team-mate appeared on the front page of just about every newspaper in the country. We were all ecstatic, but it was a foreshadowing of ominous things to come. Hockey, our sport, one of our most cherished resources, was on the way down. Sure, Paul Henderson won the game and series for Canada, but the writing was on the wall for hockey in this country to the point where now the game is dominated by mediocrity. The innocence of boys chasing a puck around a frozen pond has been replaced by 18-year olds signing million dollar contracts, and the squabbles between team management and lawyer-agents for the players gets as much ink as the action on the ice. The aura and mystique that once surrounded the game of hockey for every kid in the country who ever laced up a pair of skates is gone forever. The bubble broke that night in Moscow, and perhaps it is fitting that the man who scored those winning goals is now finishing out his career in some jerk-water league in the southern States, and gets his nourishment punching Bibles. No flashback on the seventies would be complete without an image of Richard Nixon. There are so many of that evil man that come to mind, but none for me as vivid as the day he left the White House, turfed out of office for being a liar and a crook. He broke the faith, he deceived the American people, and yet who can ever forget him getting on fhe helicopter that day, turning for the last time to the TV cameras and flashing that arms raised, two-handed victory salute. His last gesture as a public figure was a crude slap in the face to a baffled and hapless American people. I remember too, an image of a Canadian politician, an honest man from a small town in Nova Scotia, just trying to get himself elected Prime Minister. He was caught by a camera and frozen forever in a hideous pose, bobbling a football, and some observers feel that the picture of Robert Stanfield that appeared on the front page may have cost him an election in 1974. It was most unfair. The face of the international terrorist also made its debut in the 70's and there are hundreds of examples of this kind of political warfare that spring to mind. But for me the most vivid is the image of the armed and masked terrorists who invaded the Munich Olympics in 1972 and murdered athletes from Israel. The faces of the children of the decade are also etched in my mind, perhaps fitting in some way as 1979 was the International Year of the Child. Two images stand out, the first of starving tykes with bloated bellies in a Cambodian refugee camp, victims of nothing more than cruel international politics. The second is that of youngsters from Northern Ireland, not yet in their teens, hurling stones and bottles at British troops, fire and hatred in their eyes, and unspeakable obscenities (coming from their young lips. It makes me shudder to think that these appalling images of children in the seventies are the legacy left the world for the coming decade. There must have been some joy in the seventies, but try as I might I can't bring any images of happiness into sharp focus. Those that do flash by for a moment are almost instantly replaced and blurred by those of tragedy. The events that formed these images happened far removed from me personally, but there are a couple of things that I witnessed that have stuck with me during this decade. I had the good fortune (or mis-fortune) to work for a year in Canada's far north and I ventured into the land of the midnight sun with a southerner's full share of miscon- letters Indian schoolchildren such as appears in Mr. Smiley's column to be printed is beyond me. As for Mr. Smiley himself, I would suggest that he make that ticket to Hawaii he talks about one-way. Given the admirable posi- tion your newspaper has taken on questions involving race relations in the past, it was with both shock and dismay that I read Bill Smiley's column of Decem- ber 19, 1979. How you, sir, as editor of the paper, could Yours truly, have allowed a description of Robert S. Sutherland Port Perry OX by John B. McClelland ceptions and mistaken illusions. On my first trip to a tiny Eskimo settlement on the rim of the Arctic circle, I was amazed to step off the plane and see the children running around with transistor radios glued to their ears, listening to rock music courtesy of the local 10-watt station. I was further amazed to enter an Eskimo home, and there in the middle of the single room was a gigantic colour television set. It wasn't working yet, but the family had decided to buy one anyway, because live TV was coming to the community some time in the future. and they wanted to be ready for it. That was several years ago, and I'm sure that by 1979 the colour TV was going full tilt, blasting images from around the country and the world onto a family which just a generation or so ago had scarcely seen a white man, let alone his culture and society. The image of that colour TV set in the middle of a house on the Arctic circle is still very vivid in my mind, and I suppose the local Hudsons Bay store is doing a hot trade in TV dinners. It is time to say goodbye to the seventies (and good riddance) and step with trepidation into this decade, and hope that ten years from nol the images of the 80's aren't quite so pessimistic and negative. (port perry star) Company Limited Wow ' O 7, © < > <Q rat Phone 985-7383 x ay 2 3 > | % CNA Serving the Township of Scugog J.PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager J.B. MCCLELLAND Editor Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Published every Wednesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Ltd_, Port Perry, Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $8.00 per year Elsewhere $10.00 per year. 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