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Accidents cause parents anguish Dear Sir: Somewhere around 6 p.m. my husband and I heard the screech of tires braking outside. Our little girl, Megan was out in the front garden playing on her swing with my cousin's daughter Tory, six. We both had the same thought as we rushed to the window to see who had been run over. My husband ran out first as I frantically tried to find a place to leave our baby of six months before joining him. Finding this too slow a process, I rushed out with the baby in my arms. It seemed like an eternity not knowing whose little girl it was or what awful news await- ed me around the front of the house. I prayed and prayed, God please don't let it be my Meggie, please God! I came around the front of the house and on seeing the stopped car and my husband racing towards it, my eyes couldn't search fast enough for my child. Then I saw a flash of her blonde hair behind the hig tree, her swing hung from. I knew then it wasn't her. A flood of relief ran through my veins, but only moment- arily - It was Tory. I looked towards the scene of the accident, the driver was looking under his car! I prayed again. I couldn't see anything! Everyone had disappeared behind the other side of the car, except the driver who was in that horrifying position -- peering under his car! I kept running down the driveway trying to get within hearing dist- ance then I shouted 'Is (Turn to page 6) A A ANE Cb a tit PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, May 3, 1983 -- 5 the sto PORT PERRY STAR CO LHTUTED 238 QUEEN STREET £0 BOX 90 PORT PERRY ONTARIO J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager J.B. McCLELLAND Editor ARAOVAN COMMU 12 A 10% Ne by yrArirs a5s0CHe LOB INO (416) 983 138) (& - _-- [of3) (=) Member of the Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department. Ottawa and tor cash payment of postage in cash Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy: 35* bill smiley FAILING SENSES? Most people begin to lose their senses, if not their sense, as the passing years exact their toll. Sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch grow less acute, steadily but inexorably, in most of us. . This didn't bother me much. Deafness runs in the family. My nose has been broken so often that I can't smell much, and this affects my taste buds. I thought touch and sight would last forever, or at least to the grave. Touch is still pretty good. If I touch a hot burner on the stove, or the cold nose of a dog, I can tell the difference. But since they started using that tiny print in books and newspapers, I've had to rely on specs to read, and even on the highway, they seem to have pygmies pain- ting the signs these days. What disturbed me was that my wife seemed to be failing rapidly. She has always been noted for having eyes like a hawk, ears like a deer and a nose like a blood- hound. The nose is still there. She can sniff an illicit beer at forty yards. She knows exactly when I haven't had a bath for a week, or washed my hair for a month. But recently her sight and hearing seemed to be growing dimmer and foggier. It was strange. It seem- ed to be much worse in the TV room. She could still hear the top coming off a beer bottle in the kitchen when she was upstairs with two closed doors between. She could still see a speck of dust on a surface I'd swear was pristine. However, when we were watching TV, the deterioration began to show. At first, I was always hollering at her to turn up the sound, or try to sharpen _the picture. She'd retort that I'was- getting deaf and 4 blind. Then she herself got fed up with the shadowy pic- ture and the inaudible sound track, and I noted with some satisfaction the failing of her faculties. This went on for weeks, the symptoms steadily get- ting worse, until we had someone in to watch a special program with us. "Good Lord," quoth our guest. "What is this -- days of the silver, silent screen? How long have you had this set, anyway?" After the usual bickering that married couples go through to establish anything - even the time of day - we agreed, not without a certain amount of awe - it seemed like only last year we'd bought it? - that the machine was fourteen years old. Our friend snorted in disbelief '"That thing was worn out six years ago. No wonder the picture looks like a 1920s movie, and the sound track is as sharp as a stomach rumble," We just looked at each other askance. I think that's the word. At any rate, there wasn't much skance in us. We felt pretty much the way one would feel if the doc- tor told one that a favourite aunt had terminal cancer. I mean, we had lived with this old girl for fourteen - years. We had almost come to blows over whether She would watch Dallas or I would watch a real, unreal Western. We had settled family problems of great moment, during the commercials. Our grandboys had suckled at * this fount of pap, and thrived, turning into incredible hulks, Batman and Robin, Darth Vader. To just throw her out into the dump would be like throwing your library out, burning your Encyclopedia _ ripping up Plato and Hegel and Kant - that's a law firm "that has given us a lot of trouble, An end to all culture in the home. Well, we had to steel ourselves, but we did it. Just as one throws a beloved aunt to the wolves, we let the brutual TV men come and carry her off to an unknown grave, still alive, but barely; still whispering. Then came the great wrench. How to replace her. There was a confab that lasted all day. We certainly weren't going to just go out and buy the first thing on the market. After all, we weren't born yesterday. None of this nonsense that we have always used to buy cars. When we buy a car, we go and look at them, kick the tires, check the colour of the upholstery, and buy the thing. We have never yet visited more than one car lot. We are the salesman's dream. And we've never got a lemon. Some people spend more money on gas driving around and comparing prices than they do in their first year of driving. But we weren't going to be taken in this time. After all, a car is merely a car. A TV set is much more. As well as being a source of entertainment, and informa- tion - how would I know anything about Mini-pads without it? - it is a refuge, a solace, a babysitter. A TV set is much ; more important than parents or children. It is an escape from the real world, an anodyne for pain, physical or psychic, a sleep-inducer, a thing to make one feel superior to one's fellow man, a warm, intimate look into the lives of practically anyone from the cop on the corner to Sir Lawrence Olivier. You can't handpick your family. But you sure can be choosy over your TV set, thank goodness. So what did we do? We went out and bought the first one we saw, after judiciously flicking it on and off several times. You can't even kick the tires on a TV. But it has remote control. Now, we're really going to fight about who sees what. I'll just be settled into Hill Street blues, when my wife, deliberately and malicious- ly, will switch to one of those dreary, endless, stupid soaps, she thrives on. Llke murder mysteries? Watch for The Remote Control Button Murderer. Oh, well. There's no such thing as an ill wind. At least we've got our sight and hearing back. re | . | | 60 YEARS AGO ) Thursday, May 3, 1923 While reporting on a survey which claimed 98 per cent of the people in the area were Christians the Port Perry Star commented "There are times when one is led to believe the estimate is high." \ Mr. C. McArthur, who had supplied milk to Port Perry for 12 years sold his milk business t J. Peel & Sons. Mr. and Mrs. Norman Lyle of Port Perry became proud parents of a baby boy. , 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, April 29, 1948 Several car loads of the members of Mount Zion Lodge A.F. and A.M. travelled to Port Perry as guests of Fidelity Lodge. The 35-voice choir of the Warriner Lodge sang for the congregation of Port Perry United Church. That Way With Women starring Dane Clark, Martha Vickers and Ann Hale was playing in Port Perry. Mr. and Mrs. George Edgar of Scugog had a baby girl. Mr. Kupry sold his orchard on Ontario Street to a Mr. Pallock of Whitby. Port Perry Scout Mothers met and elected a new executive to serve for one year: President - Mrs. B. Woods; Vice-President Mrs. H. Espie, Secretary - Mrs. L. Rider; Treasurer - Mrs. H. Gibson. The scout mothers . held a fund raising dance at the high school. Mr. Young conducted his last church service at Prospect before his retirement. ber when? 25 YEARSAGO Thursday, May 1, 1958 Firemen were called to the Oke home in Port Perry to extinguish a fire in exactly the same closet area as once prior in the same week. The Southern Ontario Trappers Association held its annual Fur Auction in Port Perry for the second year in a row. "Jim Aird of Manchester joined the Royal Canadian Mounted Police force. The Scout Mothers Auxiliary went to Oshawa for its annual outing. They enjoyed a chicken dinner followed by a game of court whist. Connie & Harold Hayes had a son, Patrick James. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 2, 1963 Cinderella's Ball was the theme of the Cartwright High School "At Home" in Blackstock. A record crowd was in attendance. Cliff Redman of R.R. 3, Port Perry was elected chairman of the 1963 pasture competition for Ontario County. : United Church Women of Seagrave held their annual Daffodil Tea. Since it was their first try at this sort of thing the ladies spent a little extra time with arrangemen- ts to the benefit of all the ladies in attendance. Seven ladies from Scugog Island canvassed their neighbours on behalf of the Canadian Cancer Society and raised a total of $133.45 Mr. Robert Heayn of Prince Albert graduated from the Toronto Bible College. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 2, 1968 A new real estate firm, J.J. Lambert Real Estate Limited, has opened its new offices at the corner of Queen and Perry Streets. Old Bills Night was attended by 120 veterans of WWI and WWII. Mr. and Mrs. Dan Madsen left by plane for Portugal, Spain. They will be attending an 1.G.A. Convention. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, May 2, 1973 Janice Dorrell became the 15th At Home Queen during the Cartwright High School's celebrations held at Blackstock Recreation Centre. Mrs. Clara Warren presented the Fred Warren Memorial Trophy to minor hockey Allstars Robert Evans, George Burnett, Raymond Gibson and Paul Storrey. Congratulations were extended to Miss Alice Dodd who won four 1st prize honours for garden daffodils and two third prizes for flower arrangements at the Brooklin Horticultural Society Show. W.C.A. (Bill) English has been appointed manager of the Royal Bank of Canada, Port Perry branch. Mr. English replaces Mr. G.H. Proctor who is retiring after 44 years of employment with the bank. Ss i (Sod ogy