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i fi Jat be gs ah Sie aa i ns ST a the POE! PLReY STARE CO (WMT 0 135 Quitt~ STREL! » O 80a SO POST OtRRY OnTRRWC LO8 WC 410 983 738) J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager M f J.B. McCLELLAND et he Canadian Community Newspaper Association Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the CATHY ROBB News & Features Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry. Ontario Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa. and for cash payment Gg oui iy 1S Urey) (eChA ; o% 4 4 iS ' Sp » WW iG Arias assO rly 8 Ag A {3 HSpapgRS CO 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° © 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 letters Letters seem to get Dear Sir: I would like to thank the Port Perry Star for publishing the two let- ters, written by Janis St John and Dorothy Scott of Port Perry. 'May | say the public washrooms (mens) now have proper toilet seats, good toilet tissue holders, paper towel holders, soap, doors now on and in general very, very clean. I do hope this letter of mine will get the results without the written permission of the publishers. your letters have. rememb: when? 4 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 17, 1925 The work of widening the bridge at Scugog is continuing, part of the work being done by means of a gasoline engine. Mrs. Ethelwyn Hutcheson having finished her three years training at Wellesley Hospital is tak- ing a trip to the West Indies, Demarara, and Georgetown before commencing nursing. Miss Edith Peters of Port Perry leaves this week to attend Normal School at Peterborough. Mr. Will Nesbitt, Jr., will attend Norman School in Toronto. Rev. S. C. Jarrett was appointed Chaplain of the 34th Ontario County Regiment, he was initiated into the office at a meeting in Uxbridge. Mr. S. Jeffrey and son, have just received an order for several hundred sets of harness, which will mean a very busy six months in their factory. Mr. Jeffrey is to be congratulated in receiving this large contract several of the largest manufac- turers in Canada competed for the business. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 21, 1950 Mr. Charles Stewart in his will included a be- quest of twelve chairs to the Public Library in con- sideration of the many quiet hours he spent in the reading room. The board members, Mrs. W. H. Harris, Miss Eunice Harris and Mrs. W. Letcher selected the twelve armchairs to be purchased. Mr. Ralph Sadler of Nestleton won first prize inthe carriage team class at the Port Perry Fair. Congratulations to Mrs. Sandy Moore for win- ning so many prizes at Oshawa especially on her flowers. At the Blackstock Fair this year, Miss Doreen VanCamp won prizes on a sewing kit, tea towels, sockees and a dressed doll. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 15, 1960 The Port Perry Junior Ball team won the Eastern Ontario playoffs by winning over Odessa with a score of 5-3. An early evening fire leveled the White Rose Service Station of Mr. Frank Simpson of Columbus. Senior Conservation Officier, Mr. Robert Trot- ter, was a welcome speaker at the Port Perry Rod and Gun Clubs regular meeting. (Turn to page 8) Now the sidewalk on Calab St. has been put on hold. May we have a sidewalk from Rosa St. to the Community Memorial Hospital on Paxton St., also a good and proper sidewalk from Latcham Ceatre to Water St. and Water St. to Perry St., all three of these areas are dang- erous for ALL persons walking (especially Senior Citizens). On Friday, Sept. 13, 1985 I saw a small child trying to hide from his or her babysitter, by scrun- ching down into one of the larger holes, filled with beer cans, pop cans, water, serviettes and plastic cups, at the ce- ment wall with the chain on top. Again may we have these holes filled in before a person breaks a . leg, also the exposed pipes at the swimming area covered over, the seventeen old tree stumps on Regional Rd. No.2 from Major St. to Regional Rd. No.8 have not yet been removed. HOSPITAL REPORT For Week of Sept. 6-12 Admissions .............. 38 Births ....................... 7 Deaths ...................... 0 Emergencies .......... 186 Operations ............... 18 Discharged .............. 38 Remaining ............... 39 PORT PERRY STAR -- Sept. 17, 1985 -- 5 results May [| thank the Durham Region for the work done on the roads and ditches in and around Port Perry. I hope 1 shall be writing many more let- ters. Live a full day each day, as the next day is a bonus day' Thank You, Roy Walker Smith, Port Perry, Ont. Letters to the Editor policy It has always been the policy of this newspaper to encourage our readers to make SCHOOL SUPPLIES Pencils - Lined Paper Erasers - Note Books Math Sets - etc. PORT PERRY STAR 235 Queen Street 985-7383 reasons to do so. use of the letters to the editor column. Our readers have a right to freely express their opinions and viewpoints on just about any subject, and we feel that a lively letters column helps make a better community newspaper. We insist, however, that a letter writer sign his or her name. On rare occasions, we will agree to with-hold publication of a letter writer's name, if we feel there are very good Under no circumstances will this paper print an anonymous letter to the editor. While, we enjoy receiving letters from our readers, we must continue to insist on know- ing the identity of the writer. STARDAZE r-- SAT Sue AN # 0% Pie iv" (=) Cong WO 2.10 = Ss J § --~ EN: - ®) 270, [0 AN 2 CI 2 oo A _- rir CIEL " A) J. 8 RESIST I 054 19) [ B 3 NO) (Hil ral SW IIHS ae oft ZEIl] 'arn 4 NBA ae I ca TN hi ~~, - RZ - < J s "iy \) T&S) <A 3 lene ve. © » 9» =e I< & Ru? QE; 1 C2 bill smiley A SMALL HOTEL Just a few rather dour comments on a few things, as summer drags to a close. I now know what it is like to run a summer hotel, without benefit of staff. I undertook to take my grandboys for two weeks. They were here for four. Their mother joined us *'for a few days' and stayed two weeks. Their Uncle Hugh has been up from the city at least every other weekend, often with friends. Trouble is that it's beautiful around here, with trees, swimming in fresh water, breathing in clean air, and eating fresh food; sweet corn picked today, green or yellow beans the same, real tomatoes instead of those hard, bitter little pellets from Florida or California, strawberries and raspberries and blackberries just off the vine. I don't blame them. The city can be pretty gruell- ing in a hot summer. But next summer I'm going to lock up the big brick house with the massive oak in front, and take a motel room, with one bed, no swimming pool. First two weeks with the boys were fine. Made their sandwiches every night, popped them in the freezer (the sandwiches, not the boys). Drove them away from the television at 11 p.m. (they have, at home, a tiny black and white with two channels). Turfed them out of a sleep like the dead at 7 a.m. Supervised breakfast (kids can drink a barrel of orange juice in a week). Checked to see they had sandwiches, an apple or banana or pear, wrapped their bottle of pop in their towels, made sure they had their swim suits, and booted them out the door in the general direction of summer camp. Tried to keep them in clean clothes, no easy feat. Speaking of feet, they have the happy faculty of playing football or baseball or basketball in the backyard in their bare feet, just after the lawn sprinkler has been on for two hours, then rushing inside, across the rug and going for a pee, then rushing back across it to resume activities. It didn't seem to bother the boys, but it played hell with the rug. I don't think I can get it cleaned. Might as well throw it out. Their Gran would have killed them. On the spot. But there are so many spots now, it doesn't seem worth it. Dinner was fairly simple. I didn't fuss around like Gran, getting a wholesome meal, with chicken thighs, taties, salad and dessert. Small boys love hamburgers and chips. Needless to say, we dined out quite often. Thanks to Ben, the younger of the two, the back lawn looks as though several goats had been grazing on it, and, after eating all the grass, had started eating dirt. Ben, to the amusement of my neighbours, can play any game without equipment, or opponents. Baseball: he can take a called strike, scowl at the umpire, foul one into the stands, then hit a double and stretch it into a triple, sliding into third base. He can dribble a basket- ball, flip it to a team-mate, get it back and drop an easy basket, walking away, dusting his hands. He's eight, and at seven decided his given name, Balind, was not for him, so re-named himself Ben. Quite a kid. Lives in his own world. And pretends to be deaf when you try to call him out of it. As soon as their mother arrived, of course, the boys went ape. Every grandparent knows about this. Don't ask me why. I'm not a child psychologist. Dear Kim has an over-abundance of talent. She composes music, writes like an angel, is an excellent teacher, and has been stone-cold poor ever since she got married. She's a bit sick of being poor. But she's an ex- cellent mother. Sick of being poor, she spent most of her time here writing new songs that were going to make a million, and pumping me to find out how to be a syndicated col- umnist within a month, at the outside. And we fought. She is a bristly feminist, and I, as she thinks, a male chauvinist. But we love each other and when the fights got near the blood-letting stage, one of us would grin and declare truce. She took me for about one grand this summer, counting everything, but you can't take it with you, so why not? Hugh is another fettle of kish. He lives in one room in the city, with cooking privileges, but doesn't cook much. When he's home, he is either standing at the fridge, door open, as he used to do when he was 16, or standing over the stove, cooking some infernal but delicious concoction full of almonds, raisins, garlic and whatever, with a pasta base. He's not an old waiter for nothing. This weekend he brought a friend, Elena. She's on a very strict diet, because of allergies, and brings her own food. Not wanting to be beholden, she bought some food. I came down to the kitchen yesterday, and she had out for dinner eight huge lamb chops. I asked her how many were coming to dinner. She said just the three of us. Two chops each and a couple to share. | turned green. But she and Hugh had another couple for breakfast. I bought some home-made bread and Elena has six slices. Hugh ate the rest of the loaf, at the same sitting, except for one slice, which I surreptitiously snagged while they were sitting around belching. Tough diet eh? Threw them onto a bus to the city this morning, laden down with plastic bags full of corn, beans, blue- (Turn to page 6) me TLL Sep