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So C--O I nibs Sa i Yesterday's Memories 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 1, 1925 Mr. S. Farmer is in Eastern Ontario this week in the interest of the Canadian School Board Journal. Messrs. H.C. Nasmith, John Harris and Geo. R. Davey have been appointed Registrars for Port Perry to prepare the Voters List for the coming election. : Mr. Glen Collacutt is taking a course at the Guelph Veterinary College. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 5, 1950 Mr. J.D. Lucas, K.C. of Toronto, was present at an Open House at the Public Library to make a presentation of the new chairs be- queathed by Mr. Charles Stewart in memory of many pleasant hours spent in the library. Gertrude Finlayson of Blackstock is taking a business course at Bowmanville Business School. Miss Barbara Jackson is attending Shaw's Business College in Toronto. Neighbours gathered to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Will Loche and family of Pine Grove who are leaving to take up residence in their new home in Brougham. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 29, 1960 A Port Perry High School student will spend part of next sum- mer living with a French speaking family in Quebec, thanks to the generosity of a former Port Perry resident, Mr. D.F. Nasmith, now living in Quebec, has offered to contribute $50.00 every year to en- courage the study of French. Port Perry Juniors took the third game to win the Central On- tario Finals in baseball, with a 15-11 victory over Wellesley. A number of boys and girls from Ontario County exhibited their 4-H Calf Club calves at the East Central Ontario 4-H Calf Club Cham- pionship Show at the Lindsay Exhibition. Wayne Beath showed the Grand Champion Baby Steer and Ross Bailey of Uxbridge, R.R 4, the Reserve Champion 4-H steer. Neil McLeod of Blackwater was awarded the Hardean Hereford Farm Special for the best Hereford steer shown in the Championship class. The Town Council are making arrangements for the opening of the new Municipal Building on October 15. : AN 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, September 30, 1965 Joel Aldred, a native of Port Perry was nominated as Pro- gressive Conservative candidate for Algoma East. About 650 Progressive Conservatives attended the 10th annual Starr-Dymond picnic held this year at Heber Down Farms, Brooklin. Michael Starr, representing the Progressive Conservatives for the Ontario Riding for the last 13 years was again unanimous to carry the party's banner in the November election and the picnic gave him the opportunity to kick off his campaign. Monday evening at the Scout Hall, 17 Girl Guides were presented with their First Aid Certificates. The teachers for this St. John's Am- (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, October 1, 1985 -- § etters "Soap" with a happy ending Dear Sir: I have been following, with great interest, the on going saga of *'Joel Aldred and Colin Kemp versus Mayor Jerry Taylor and Scugog Council," with occasional guest star appearances by the Port Perry Star editor and others. My interest has been further sharpened by questions from some residents who are very confused while attempting to follow this "Soap." I have taken some time to review your newspapers, commencing with June 18, 1985 up to September 24, 1985 and have arrived at the follow- ing ending for the last (I hope) episode of the drama: 1. Colin Kemp apologizes to the members of council for implying that council is not able to make a decision without one of its members present and that he didn't really mean to say that they "'vacillate" and that they are known for lack of speed in making decisions. He also apologizes to the Mayor for asking for the mayor's resignation while, at the same time, admitting that *'the Mayor has not broken the rules or done anything illegal." 2. Joel Aldred reads the letter from Mayor Taylor's solicitor, which has been endorsed by council, answering Mr. Aldred's questions. He then apologizes to the Mayor for questioning the Mayor's integrity What's in a name? Dear Sir: Every now and then as my eyes wander along pages of newsprint, brochures, press releases, magazine articles, and other such items, they come across a line or two that hauls everything up short, with a jerk, like a calf that has just been roped. The following is part of an editorial September 19, 1984, I hap- pened to read. 'What is in a name? Scrap Lindsay Central Exhibition in favour of Lindsay Celebration. As always, a celebration, it was. If it is not a celebration, as all Fairs, what is?" The word 'Exhibition' is so, well, almost indecent. Exhibitions are for exhibitionists. Celebrations are for celebrants." One good old fashioned celebra- tion is probably like any other in On- tario. I have a suspicion that, these get togethers all originated with agricultural societies. There was probably as much Thanksgiving in it as exhibitionism. The point is when we climb into our celebrating togs and take off to the local Fairs or anybody else's Fair-grounds, oh yes, or like Down Town Ramona and Oro World's Fair, both near Orillia, we travel near and far, you know. Let us just remember that, in spite of judges and ribbons and awards, every last Exhibitor there (Turn to page 6) while being quoted in the paper that - "It is not my intention to question the integrity of the Mayor." 3. Councillor Hunter states again, as he did on June 17, 1985, - "If I believe that a fellow member (of council) has a conflict, then it would be my duty to charge him" (in a court of law). (The narrator in the background states that is the duty and responsibility of any citizen, not just a member of council.) 4. The Port Perry Star receives yet another award for attempting to explain it like it is, without prejudice to either side, on the editorial page. 5. The final scene would show all the stars holding election signs and singing the Scugog Township An- them, with tears in their eyes. There would be a large crowd singing along with the stars. The crowd would represent the vast ma- jority of Scugog residents who hap- pen to think that they live in the best place in the world, in spite of the on- going "Soap Opera." The crowd is, of course, complete- ly correct. Yours truly, G.E. Jackman, Scugog Township. Letters to the Editor ... our policy It has always been the policy of this newspaper to encourage our readers to make use of the letters to the editor column. Our readers have a right to freely express their opinions and view- points 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 reasons to do so. 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 knowing the identity of the writer. Ed THE WORLD OF LET'S STOP GRUMBLING Is your life a cultural wasteland? Do you do the same old things, talk to the same old people on the same old subjects all the time? Are you scared to take a risk, smile at someone you've never seen before, do something the neighbours will mutter about? Do you want a decent tombstone, not flashy, but dignified" Of course you do. You're a good Canadian. You believe in personal decorum, censorship, the family as a unit, and capital punishment. On the other hand. Do you go for a swim at mid- night, sing a song at dawn, smoke marijuana, drink fair- ly heavily, march in protest parades, live in sin, abhor censorship and capital punishment, and contrive to do something that will offend friends and neighbours? Of course you do. You're a good Canadian. You believe in individual liberty, acid rain, dirty movies and sexual irresponsibility. It doesn't matter which group you belong to, or whether you're somewhere in between, you all have much in common. You despise the government, but won't elect an alternative, since you despise it even more. You are caught by inflation and high interest rates, whether you are a sixty-year old farmer trying to keep the place Bo- ing, or a twenty-year old punk trying to maintain his habit. You are basically anti-American, though if you were asked why, you couldn't give an answer that was articulate. You feel frustrated, in this land of wood and water, not to mention nuclear power, because, if you are fet- Bill Smiley a four ting on in years, you see everything eroding around you, and if you are short in years, you see nothing but a stone wall between you and your aspirations. You wonder vaguely, if you're old enough, what became of the Canadian dream: 'The twentieth cen- tury belongs to Canada." And if you read the papers and analyze the news, you realize that, while Canada still has a high standard of living, we are very low on the totem pole when it comes to production, strikes, economic stability, peace, happiness and goodwill toward men. If you're very young, you don't give a diddle. There's lots to eat, warm clothes, and the old man will kick in a decent allowance, so you can feed the video machines with their war games. But if you're a young adult, just about ready to launch into "real" life, you're so bewildered about unemployment, and escalating university fees, and the increasing shadow of the computer, and the wealth of choices of a future (all lacking in security) that you can become so depressed you drop out, or dive into a stream and fight against the current. This isn't a doom and gloom column. It's merely a look at our nation today. It is so rife with suspicion, fear of nothing much, anger over nothing much, that we are becoming paranoid. From the Prime Minister, through the head of the Bank of Canada, right down to your local alderman, you have lost trust, and feel that the ship is heading for the reef with nobody at the helm. This is nonsense, of course. Canada has been going through this miasma ever since 1867, and before. Maybe the guy at the helm is blindfolded, and maybe we have scraped a few rocks, but the ship's bottom is still sound, and we haven't hit the big reef yet. If we do, we can always scramble into the boats, and become the new Boat People of North America. We've had the French-Canadian separatism thing with us for generations, John A. MacDonald almost put the country on the rocks, financially and politically, but he dared to take a chance, and had vision. We survived a terrible depression, and came out smelling of roses (and the stench of our dead young men), in two world wars. Cheer up, you dour, gloomy Canucks. When you have to settle for one meal of ground wheat a day, and have to huddle around a charcoal brazier to keep warm, then you can whine, though few will listen, just as few of us listen to the people of the world who are doing just that, right now. Forget about the Yanks. If you don't like their culture invading us, turn off your TV set and get out your Eskimo carvings. The Yanks won't invade us physically. Unless they have to, and there's not much we could do about that. If you can't afford your mortgage increase, you were probably over-cxtended in the first place. Get rid of that monster, with its swimming pool and rec room and pitch a tent. Preferably in the local cemetery, to suit your mood. Pull in your belts. Dump that extra car, the boat and the cottage. If you look at it objectively, they're just a big pain in the arm anyway. Walk to work. Take a bus to the city instead of your gas-gobbler plus parking fees. Learn to do your own elementary plumbing and electric work at night school. Ladies. Get the knitting needles out and make lots of shawls, sweaters, scarves and wool socks. You did it for the troops overseas. And god-awful itchy and ill- fitting some of them were, but they kept us warm. Stop spoiling your children with allowances. Let them earn their own money through odd jobs, or do without.