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letters Now, some safety tips Dear Sir: Now that we have read about how to take care of our bicycles from the experts, how about talking about the rules of the road? Which in my opinion are more important than how to take care of your bike in OBEYING the rules of the road, the same as all the other vehicles (after all you are a vehicle); always travel at the most right hand side of the road; go with the traffic, not against it; signal your intensions of stopping and turning; always ride single file; 'PORT PERRY STAR "= Toedday, May 1, 1984 -- 5 the S PORT PLRRY STAR CO LITNTED 233 QUEEN STREET £0 80X90 PORT PERRY ONTARIO LORE ns (416) 983.738) Oo cn J. PETER HVIDSTEN EE . Publisher ~ E Advertising Manager Member of the . : : : Sel Canadian Community Newspaper Association you; do not make wr bit of advice, along with J.B. McCLELLAND and Ontario Community No Association. expected moves. I still that of George Legere of Editor Published every Tuesday by the see many kids as well as Sportsland, will save Port Perry Star Co. Ltd , Port Perry, Ontario adults using the wrong some of our fine citizens CATHY ROBB methods. People seem a Jot of pains and News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Otfice to think 'Oh, it's just a bicycle". After all, operating a bicycle the wrong way is as danger- ous as operating a car or motor bike the wrong scrapes and we all can enjoy a safe and pleasant summer. Yours truly, Henri Smits, - a Comm --- AS UNIFY & > I \« Th the winter. Let's start with beware of the traffic way. coming from behind I hope that this little Port Perry. Department, Ottawa, and for 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¢ remember w 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 1, 1924 R.B. Smallman, Port Perry was elected President of the Master Horseshoes and Carriage Worker's Association of Ontario at the annual convention held in Toronto, April 18. Mr. Lyle will soon be opening a milk route through the village of Prince Albert. The house and property of the late Captain Dixon, Port Perry, has been sold to a Toronto party. Mr. Harry White, who has been in Port Perry for the past 13 years has sold his bakery business to Mr. G.M. Ger- row of Oshawa. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 5th, 1949 A successful concert, including films by Mr. Thorne, Scarboro, was staged by the Utica Young People's Club in aid of the hydro fund. Mr. and Mrs. Harry DeShane and Mrs. Norman De- Shane, Port Perry, were in Memphis, N.Y ., over the week- end attending the wedding of a cousin. One hundred baby chicks were won by Mrs. M. Gerrow, Port Perry in a draw sponsored by the Blackstock hard- ball team. A jolly crowd gathered at the Port Perry High School to view the antics of the 50-50 Club's Variety Night pro- duced by Roy Kendall. The Sommerville and J. Holtby Farms, Prospect, are both having hydro installed. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 7th, 1959 Junior Farmer President, Ruby Dusty, extended a welcome to 49 members recently when Port Perry hosted Brooklin, Uxbridge and Beaverton. Mrs. Roy McLaughlin and Mrs. Harold McLaughlin, Blackstock, hosted a miscellaneous shower in the Com- munity Hall, Saturday night in honour of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Reid, (nee Joyce Wright). An army pal whom he had not seen for years, Mr. Chas. Carter of Toronto, spent Saturday with the Mr. and Mrs. Harold Martyns and boys, Blackstock. 20 YEARS AGO . Thursday, April 30th, 1964 Miss Sylvia Lawrence, a grade thirteen student of Cart- wright High School was chosen as Queen at the school's 6th annual "At Home". Her princesses were Glenna McLeod, grade 11 and Janice Sadler, grade 13. Mrs. Jean McDermott was elected President of the Scout Mother's Auxiliary, taking over the duties of Past President, Ruby Williams. Gordon Middleton, grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Middleton, Prince Albert, won the gold medal in piano, at the Peel Music Festival. Doug Metcalf was awarded the 1963 Best Camper Award by 1962 Best Camper Dennis McLaughlin, at the Scout and Cub Father and Son Banquet held at the Black- stock Rec. Centre on April 25th. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 1st, 1969 Mr. and Mrs. Wesley St. John, Port Perry, are the proud parents of the first child born at the new hospital on Paxton Street. The 7 Ib. 10% oz. girl was born Sunday, April 27 at 10:38 p.m. Hospital Chairman Harry Phoenix presented Mrs. St. John with a silver cup on behalf of the Board of Directors. The lucky winner of the seventh draw for $20.00 in the "Bazaar of Values' was Rose Howard. Dr. John Diamond, Port Perry, has been appointed a coroner for the United Counties of Durham and North- umberland. A business enterprise in Port Perry which began oper- ation in April 1949, is celebrating its 20th Anniversary this year. Mr. Merlin Dowson purchased the grocery business from Mr. E.L. Argue on Queen Street. In 1966 his son Ken- neth joined him in operating the Dowson's Red & White. Miss Linda Mountjoy was chosen Queen at Cartwright High School's annual "At Home". First Princess was Lorrie Turner and Second Princess was Dianne Taylor. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, May 1st, 1974 Joyce Bowerman received a congratulatory kiss from her husband after she won the Ontario Riding Conser- vative nomination for the next federal election. Mrs. Bow- erman is also the President of the Progressive Conver- (Turn to page 7) bill smiley OH TO BE IN FLORIDA I hate to admit it, after what I've written in the past, but I'm sitting in Florida writing this column. It makes me feel like a heel, knowing that my friends are going through the dying throes of that chancy month of April. I don't want to be here. I despise myself for sitting in Sarasota, in my shorts, looking out the windows at a lot of palm trees and a small man-made lake where the ducks come splashing in. It literally hurts me inside when I lie on a chaise lounge beside the swimming pool and consider what a rotten traitor I am to my class, my friends, my way of life and my principles. Sometimes a tear rolls down my face. I'm never quite sure whether it's self-disgust or the sun being too strong on my wintry blue eyes. However, you'll be glad to know that I didn't want to come here. I fought it as cleverly as a fox trying to out-fox the hounds. I had several friends who invited me to come down and stay with them. My little brother, the Colonel, called me up a couple of times, and demanded what flight I would be on, before I'd even thought of get- ting a ticket. He was quite peremptory, as is his wont. He gave me a great deal of useless advice, as though I had never been outside the country before, even though I've travelled all over the U.K., Europe and most of Canada, never missing a connection or a flight. Then my physiotherapist got on my back. He thought a good couple of weeks of that Florida sunshine would be great for my broken shoulder. It's worse than when I arrived. He just wanted to get rid of me because I groaned too much when he manipulated my shoulder in and out of its socket. I have a low pain threshold. In other words, I groan and grunt when something hurts. No stiff upper lip for me. My friends, looking at my depressed, dilapidated countenance, urged me to go, 'Just to get away from things." I didn't want to get away from anything. I lov- ed putting out the garbage on Tuesday morning, then going back to bed. I thoroughly enjoyed my daily trip to the library. I'd begun to get used to staying awake all night and leaping up at the crack of noon for a delightful snack of the last of last night's Chinese food or fried chicken or pizza. Washed down with strong tea, it's better than many a meal I have eaten. An old pilot friend offered to drive me down. A com- plete hedonist and a recent widower, like me, he really put the pressure on. I still stalled. He was disgusted. He's worked all his life ... HARD, and he's going to en- joy his last years if it kills him. It was tempting, but I hung tough. Then came the real pressure. My daughter Kim, with a recent small inheritance, after living on welfare and short spurts of work, with four degrees and some help from the old folks, decided to head out for Florida on her spring break. She and the kids were going to see Uncle Blake in Sarasota, and expecting me to scoop them up and take them to Disneyworld. Since I hadn't seen them since Christmas, and I like to keep track of my grandboys, I succumbed: gave up, gave in, and headed south. I am thankful to say that my grandboys drove my brother almost out of his nut in the two days before 1 arrived. They got a terrible sunburn their first day, after ignoring his advice about sun lotion and such goop. Kim knocked over and broke one of his treasures. The boys threw a ball against the screen around his pool and dented it thoroughly. They walked on his carpets with wet feet. They wanted to go to the beach when he wanted to lie down. I'm used to this, but he's not! As a result, while his hospitality remained impec- cable and extremely generous, he was smiling more and more through clenched teeth. He is used to people jum- ping when he says "Jump," I'm used to an argument such as "Where do we jump to, Grandad?" Anyway, somehow, I got conned into two days at Disneyworld with Kim and the kid... My brother had enough sense to stay at home. Dragging my arthritic old foot around, I managed to keep up with them for the first day, including rides that, even as an old fighter pilot, I wouldn't have had the guts to go on by myself. I whimpered thro all of the rides once, but on the many repeats the kids and their mother elected, I declined with regrets. Second day, I spent most of it in the shade; reading a pocket novel and people-watching. I saw tiny kids run on the concrete, trip, fall on their noses and bleed and wail profusely. I saw many oldster charging around, on and off rides, in and out of exhibits, with incredible stamina, and a young mother, with none left, standing in a stupor, with a tiny babe draped over her shoulder and two other tykes clutching at her skirts and fussing at her through exhaustion. Disneyworld is a masterpiece of puppets, electronic and visual marvels, and exhibits. It is also very clean, something like a giant EXPO 67 ... a wonderland for children! See it if you can. Now I must seriously think about the real things in life, like my income tax forms lurking at home, frozen chicken pies, galoshes. If I linger here, I'll be faced with a host of blossoms whose names I can't even spell ... jacaranda, oleander, hibiscus, etc. No red-blooded Canadian should be faced with such a choice!