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INCH sis hi " fy n Ont. folk art on display Robbins Elliott, Vice- Chairman of the Ontario Heritage Foundation, will represent the Foun- dation at the reception for Folk Treasures of Historic Ontario at the Robert McLaughlin Gallery, Oshawa, Tues- day, 15 January at 8 p.m. Also in attendance will be exhibition curator, Michael Bird, and representatives from the Ministry of Citizenship and Culture, the gallery's Board of Trustees, and director, Joan Murray. Oshawa is the first stop on a province-wide tour for this important show of more than 200 pieces of folk art which is being circulated by the Ontario Heritage Foundation, Ministry of Citizenship and Culture, in co- operation with the Robert McLaughlin Gallery. The exhibit will be on view in eight cen- tres across Ontario, in- cluding Windsor, Sud- bury, Thunder Bay, St. Catharines, Toronto, Guelph and Stratford through 1986. This exhibition graphically tells of the cultural heritage brought to Ontario in the Nine- teenth and early Twen- tieth centuries by im- migrants, as well as of the artistry of Ontario's native peoples. Many works are on loan from private and public collec- tions such as Doon Pioneer Village and Joseph Schneider Haus, Kitchener, Black Creek Pioneer Village, 'Downsview, the Eva Brook Donly Museum, Simcoe, Niagara Historical Society Museum, Niagara-on- the-Lake, and Upper Canada Village, Mor- risburg. Included are grapic works, textiles, sculpture, utilitarian ob- jects and furniture. The variety of objects demonstrates the ex- traordinary creative talent of the grassroots level of Canadian art. A comprehensive catalogue of the exhibi- -tions will be available at all exhibiting centres. Folk Treasures of Historic Ontario is on view in Oshawa, January 8 to 27. Admission is free. Hi aia kuna ES |, 1 PORT PERRY STAR -- Mon. 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Single copy 35° | © COPYRIGHT -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers. remember when? 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 25, 1924 Among the Port Perry Students who are home for the holidays are John Brock, M. Harris, Bessie Crozier, Harold Jackson, John Raines and Miss M. Jackson. | The principal of Port Perry High School, Mr. H. Follick, told the Star that in the middle and upper schools Departmental Examinations, 18 First Class Honours, 50 Second Class, 34 Third Class and 115 Credits were obtained by the pupils. For the first time since the big rink was built in Port Perry there has been skating before Christmas in Port Perry. Norman DeShane, caretaker, has been on the job constantly. At the Port Perry Christmas Fair, geese sold as high as 22 cents a pound, and chickens at 30 cents a pound. This year at the High School Christmas concert, Mr. Arnold Roach played a cornet solo, he was also presented with a medal for the most points in the Junior Boys field day championships. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 22, 1949 The Anglican Church was re-opened after it had been closed for some time during renovations. Rev. J.T. Coneybeare, who seems to be building up the congregation, is to be congratulated. The Port Perry High School gymnasium or assembly hall could be rented until midnight for $3.00 and after midnight $4.00. It was free to all students for school functions, also to all non-profit organiza- tions where there was no admission charge. At the nomination meeting in Port Perry for Council this year, three names were submitted for Reeve, they were: Ernest Hayes, Ted Jackson and A.L. McDermott. - Gordon McLean, 58, of Uxbridge has been ap- pointed supervising assessor for the County of Ontario. : » 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 10, 1959 Fidelity Lodge held a dedication Ceremony for the new temple. A total of 260 Masons sat down to dinner prepared by the ladies of Blue Ray Chapter under the leadership of Mrs. Gordon Carnegie. The dinner program was under the capable chairmanship of Dr. M.B. Dymond. Anson Gerrow was re-elected Reeve of Scugog Township, council were Cecil Fralick, Clarence Carter, Gen Hood and Vic Aldred. Mr. and Mrs. Jack Crosier and Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Harper celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary. At the Port Perry Council meeting tenders were called for a new police cruiser. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 24, 1964 Dr. Helen Bathie, who had her miniature poodle, Askher, entered in a ten day obedience training course, conducted in Oshawa, was awarded 191 points out of possible 200. At the annual Junior Farmers meeting, the elected president for the year was Mr. Ralph Honey. and the secretary is Miss Beatrice Lee. Under the leadership of Mr. and Mrs. Allan Mar- tyn, a bus load of Cubs and Scouts made a trip to Toronto to visit Casa Loma, the trip was sponsored by the Mothers Auxiliary and 40 boys enjoyed the outing. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, December 23, 1969 Four Port Perry and Blackstock area electri- cians have successfully passed an eight week course held at the Ontario Hydro Regional office in Willowdale. The four received certificates from H.W. Cooke following examinations. They are- Rick Laroc- que, Jim Rankin, Carl Gilbank and Ted McMann. Mr. and Mrs. Hans Kraupa received the best Christmas present ever on December 25 at 8:45 a.m. Mrs. Kraupa gave birth to a baby boy who weighed in at 7 Ibs. 2 oz. The Kraupa's have named the boy Karl Noel, the seventh child in the family. bill smiley A CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER Once upon a Christmastime, there was a little boy with a skinny freckled face and big solemn blue eyes. He was old enough to know that there was something called The Depression, and that he and his family was right in the middle of it. The Depression was somehow connected with the fact that pea soup and homemade bread were very often the staples for supper, that he had to wear his big brother's trousers, cut down; that his Dad came home so often looking very tired; that on rare and terrible oc- casions, he would come in and find his mother, who was afraid of nothing on earth, sitting at the sewing machine, with her head down on her arms, crying. But none of this bothered him too much. Small boys are very tough little characters, for the most part. They can adapt to almost anything. The only thing that real- ly bother them are the things that go on in their heads. And that was this kid's trouble. For two years now, he'd been wanting a pair of skates. Oh, he had skates, but he'd got so sensitive about them he wouldn't even wear them anymore. They were an old pair his mother had worn when she was younger. They had long tops, almost up to his knees. He had to wear three pairs of socks to fill them. His ankles wobbled badly in them. And every time he showed up at the pond, somebody would yell: "Where'd ja get the girl's skates?" What he wanted was a pair of real skates, tubes, they called them in those days, hockey skates, they're called now. He had a hockey stick. At the first game of the year, when the seniors were playing he'd had a real stroke of luck. After climbing in the window of the rink, in the middle of the second period, with some other kids, he'd wiggled his way right down beside the player's box. He was just nicely settled, and trying to peer around a large, violent hockey fan in front of him, when one of the players dashed up to the bench with both parts of a broken stick and threw them to the coach. The latter looked around, straight into a pair of beseeching eyes, and said: "Here, kid, here's a stick for you."' With the help of his Dad, who spliced the stick, and some tape, he had wound up with a dandy stick. But no skates. He'd tried to earn money for a pair, by shovelling snow. The first time out, he'd asked an old lady if she'd like her snow shovelled. She said yes. He shovelled like a little demon for an hour. He knock- ed on her door, red in the face, and told her it was done. She said: "and I have something for you, for your trou- ble." And handed him a cookie. That soured him on snow shovelling and nice old ladies for some time. All his other sources of income: empty beer bottles, scrap iron and old tires, were covered by snow. He spent an hour and a half siphoning the money out of his piggy bank, with a knife. There was only 13 cents. His kid brother's bank yielded only another 8 cents. As the days went on, and the other kids played hockey on the pond, while he had to pretend he didn't want to play, the desire for skates became more and more of an obsession. A hundred wild schemes went through his mind, to raise the money. All sorts of stories, like the one in which he sprang out and stopped the runaway horse, and the cowering driver, in gratitude, gave him five dollars, ran through his head. It was Christmas Eve. He'd delivered on his sleigh a basket of food his mother had sent to a family that was down and out on the other side of town. He'd done it, sullenly, his inner eye seeing nothing but those feverishly desired skates. He was walking home, down the main street, looking in the bright store windows with envy and despair in his heart, and kicking viciously at chunks of frozen snow. Suddenly his foot struck something that clinked. He bent and picked it up. It was a change purse. Excitedly he opened it. There were two- two dollar bills and some coins in it. There was also a receipt. It bore the name of a woman he knew well. She had a useless bum of a husband and a backyard full of kids. "Boy, will she ever be glad to get this back,' mus- ed our hero, immediately making himself the central figure in a Christmas Eve drama in which he returned the poor woman's money as she sat keening with her ragged children in their freezing shack. His spirits lifted, he shoved the purse in his pocket and was off like a "hot to return it. He was tearing along, his sleigh banging his heels, h.s whole body tingling with pleasure. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. There, in his mind's eye, was a picture of himself, gliding over the ice on a new pair of tube skates, with the rest of the kids trying hard but unable to catch him. And in the same second came the realization that he had enough money in his pocket to buy them. He walked on, for another block, very slowly now. He was sick with temptation. He came in sight of the woman's house. Satan was whispering. He got to the door. Twice he raised his hand to knock and dropped 't. Then he tiptoed down the steps and ran like a rabbit (Turn to page 6)