Li i a the | vO BC .c 28% Ai (& (= J PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager . : Member of the J.B. MCCLELLAND Canadian Community Newspaper Association Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the CATHY ROBB Port Perry Star Co Ltd Port Perry. Ontario News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Ottice Department, Ottawa. and for cash payment IRs PRIZE WINNS of postage in cash VAN COmp, AS Urry Second Class Mail Regist: ation Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. 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. letters PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. August 20, 1985 -- § The struggle was worthwhile Dear Sir: We wish to thank all those who supported our efforts to get council to change the times and rules regarding the Cart- wright Transfer (dump) Station. It was a struggle to get council to see that the changes would save the township money, it was very hard to even get council to make a deci- Sm LL rememb when? 4 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, August 20, 1925 Mr. Frank Vicery, Prince Albert, has erected a new garage, the builder was Angus Kirby. Meeting with the residents of Prince Albert were Hydro representatives explaining the pros and cons on hydro regulations prior to the hydro going into the village. 50 years ago, you could buy the Toronto Star for $6.50 a year. Mr. and Mrs. George Jackson, Scugog Island, have arrived home after an extensive tour of England. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, August 17, 1950 Mr. and Mrs. H. Derkin celebrated their fif- teenth year in business in Port Perry as pro- prietors of the 5c to $1.00 store. Misses Thelma and Mona Ferguson and Miss Jessie VanCamp of Blackstock are taking summer courses in Toronto, and Miss Lois Larmer took a course in Hamilton this summer. The century old church, a historical landmark at Solina, Darlington Township, was moved to Bowmanville. The well preservent Advent church was purchased by the Baptist Mission. The Anglican Church at Cartwright will be holding their 100th anniversary next Sunday, August 27, when a new Oak Choir Screen and Chanel panelling will be dedicated. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, August 18, 1960 Spending a vacation in Britain this year were Mrs. Aleta MacFarlane and Miss Gladys Joblin. The South Ontario Ploughing Match this year was held at Ransom Stock Farms in Brooklin. Marie Taylor won highest honours in Ontario in her pipe organ examinations. The highest standings in each grade this year in Port Perry High School were: Grade nine - George Tripp; Grade 10 - Bruce Ballinger; Grade 11 - James Read; Grade 12 - (General) Kathleen Trinka; Grade 12 (Commercial) Bonnie Foster; Grade 12, Volodimir Hatschinski. Miss Donna Johnson, R.R., Uxbridge, was selected as Ontario County winner of the Provin- cial Junior Farmers bus tour to Eastern Ontario and Quebec. (Turn to page 6) sion. (We still do not understand why coun- cillors Hunter and Cochrane voted against cost saving measures, we leave that to the elec- tors to ask them during the coming campaign). Staff helpful Dear Sir: I recently took a trip to your town of Port Perry, to inquire into my fami- ly heritage. I myself had never lived there, but my father's family farmed in that area for many years. The first stop I made was at your town library, but due to the fact they were currently updating their files, it was of little or no use to me. I then visited your local museum, where | met Mr. Len Greene and Mr. J. Kane. I must say, I was very impressed with their expertise and dedication. Due to these two men, I ended up with much more information that I expected. A visit Local election Dear Sir: So even the media gets a touch of hostility from the members of Scugog Council - your editorial of Tues. August 13, 1985. Well you should know better than to expect them to tell you what they are up to. How do you think Joel Aldred must feel after the shabby and cavalier treatment he has been getting from Council lately -- and all because (Turn to page 6) that started out as a near impossible chore, turned out to be mere child's play in the hands of these two extremely know- ledgeable men. To the staff at the Scugog Shores Historical Museum, I thank you for your help and am glad to have had the priviledge of visiting your friendly town. Sincerely yours, 0. McClintock, Sherwood Park, Alberta. However, the dump hours are now 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. 8:30 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. Tuesday, May 1 to October 31 and clos- ed all day Wednesday. The supervisor has discretionary powers over what can be dumped, but brush will be burnt and metal ob- jects and old fridges etc. will be salvaged. We know these rules will save the township money (we doubt it will be reflected in a reduction in taxes!) and the times will be convenient to all residents of the area. Sincerely, Colin L.. Kemp, Bill Linington, Nestleton. STARDAZE r Lg Lunches were pretty rudimentary, though, and by bill smiley &- ROUGHING IT IN THE BUSH Little old Susannah Moodie, the gentle, iron- hearted, misplaced English woman, whose diaries have become the touchstone of Canadian Literature, the ar- chetype of survival in the Canadian wilderness. She wrote the title of this piece. She was about as Canadian as my great-great- great-grandfather, who was digging peat and potatoes about the time she composed her literary masterpieces. And about as Canadian as Frederick Philip Grove, a Finn. Swede, German ---- take your pick - who wrote interminable stories about snow, after he moved ~-- or escaped ---- to Canada. Everyone, except me, begins his/her CanLit course with those two They're dull, after a taste or two But poor little Susie's scenario would have crumpl- ed into wept-over ashes if she'd gone along with me on a recent 'roughing it" weekend . True. there was bush. True, there were some weird characters about True, the flies and skeeters were hostile. But roughing it"? She'd have torn up her manuscripts and got on with making bread or maple syrup or digging a new backhouse. or whatever turned her crank. The roughest part of the trip was fighting the hol- day traffic. The second roughest part was listening to non-stop stories about deer that were shot at 600 yards, bear that were 12 feet tall, and giant fish that required three men and a block and tackle to get them aboard Yes. I went on a fishing weekend, as | threatened in an earlier column. Boys oh boys. it was rough Drove 60 miles. Flew 20 minutes. Camp had a fridge with ice cubes, hot and cold running water, a propane cookstove, and ---- you won't believe this ---- a carpet sweeper. The only concession to the primitive was an outdoors john, and even this had a touch of the exotic, a wild rose growing between the two seats Night before I left, one of "'the boys' phoned and told me to bring some heavy line, because the muskies were moving in and gobbling up those five-pound bass. I might as well have taken a piece of cotton thread from a sewing machine. Now, I'm not knocking it. I had a fine weekend. But it's a bit much when you have to keep moving your feet because someone wants to clean the carpets under them. And it's entirely too much when you see guys washing their armpits at a hunting camp, in hot water [Last time [ was at a hunt camp, the only thing we ever washed were our hands, and sometimes our feet, when we fell in the lake. I was expecting to rough it, and contemplated that the food would be camp food. mostly canned stew and stuff. Expected to cat some fish Know what we had for dinner, first night"? Young, tender leg of lamb, and not that frozen stuff With mint sauce naturally. Fresh young carrots and potatoes Dessert. Wine with dinner. Second night was pretty or: dinary Just two pork chops each, with apple sauce, and again, fresh vegetables. And wine And it wasn't just thrown on the table The cooks served you at your place. All you had to do was push your wine glass or coffee cup past a big, hairy arm, and it was filled immediately. Roughing it! the second day 1 was getting sore that I had to make my own. There was nothing but sardines, tuna, cold lamb, ham, and eight pounds of salad, plus Campbell's soup du jour and fruit salad, with a bit of old cheese to top it off. Breakfasts were sparse, however. A mere four cups of coffee, three eggs, half a pound of bacon, and a big portion of fried spuds, plus toast and the best homemade marmalade in North America. Nobody was able to fish \ until mid-day, by which time the bass had also eaten and were sulking in the depths Certainly didn't get sick of eating fish Seven of us caught two smallish bass, just before the plane arriv- ed to fly us out. I know it sounds like a weekend at a big, nich resort But it wasn't. The moment | arrived, | began to feel uneasy And my feelings grew. These other guys weren't there to fish. They were there to work getting the camp ready for the fall hunting season. To the great dismay of myself and other guest, the regulars pulled out paint brushes. lawnmowers and other such horrors of civiliza tion, and went to work They painted and piled wood and slashed under- brush, and generally did so much manual labour they'd have all been on strike if asked to do so at home. The other old fighter pilot and I retreated into the kitchen and did the dishes My hands are still all shrivelled up from doing dishes Aside from that, I came home in pretty good shape. I thought I'd gained at least eight pounds, but the deer flies and skeeters took care of that I lost two My ar- thritic food is destroyed for the summer [I've lost the hearing in my right ear from trying to clout a mosquito with my left hand, while holding a five-gallon can of gas in it. and my fishing tackle in my right hand. But that was nothing, compared to the evening poker games. in which everything is wild except the joker i --_. er -------- d rut Seated A AA tt eS gai ie a ai i ai ly