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sss eee2e So Yesterday's Memories 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 8, 1925 Miss Isabel Lucas was elected First Vice President of the "Freshman's Class' at Victoria College, Toronto. Cartwright Fair celebrated its 60th anniversary this month. Dr J. A Mathers was appointed as Coroner of Port Perry and district. Mrs. S Farmer, attended the W C TU. convention at Pembroke as Ontario County delegate. A farewell party was held in Prince Albert to honour Mr. and Mrs. Owen Hill who are leaving to take up residence in Toronto. Rev. M. Swayne was chairman for the evening, they were presented with a purse of money. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 12, 1950 The first of three Gala Nights in aid of the new arena was a great success. The bingo was under the charge of the Lions Club, this net- ted $207.00. On behalf of the student council of the High School, a che- que for $150.00 was presented to the Arena Chairman, Mr. Ted Jackson, by Miss Kaye Prentice. Dancing was enjoyed and a turkey draw netted $66.25. The many friends of Cecil Collins gathered in the basement of Utica Church to say goodbye and wish his success in his new home, he was presented with a gold wrist watch. Mrs. Crosier and Mrs. Bailey of Utica attended the teachers' con- vention in Bowmanville. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 13, 1960 The first All-Ontario Baseball Championship was won by the Port Perry Jr. *'C"' team this year. The team sponsored by the Merchants and the Lions Club travelled to Capreol and brought home the title. Playing on the team were Archie Menzies, pitcher; Jim Carnochan, Murray Birkett, Lloyd Wilson, Wayne Powell, Jack Chapman, Art McArthur and Bert Brent. Certificates were received by two members of the Public School staff for department of Education Summer School courses. Mrs. Frank Hastings received a certificate in music and Mrs. Gordon McMillan in Primary Methods, Part 11. Mr. Sam Oyler of Cedar Creek is visiting friends in England. At the WMS meeting held in Ashburn was a Thank Offering ser- vice and the speaker for the evening was Miss Margaret Leask, who is home on furlough from India. 20 YEAR AGO Thursday, October 14, 1965 Through the generosity of Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Harrison of Seven-Mile Island, the Scugog Ramettes ball team and their families were feted at a delicious banquet and evening of entertainment. Each girl was presented with a lovely white cardigan by Don Ashbridge. Ontario County Farmers had the six top entries at Markham Fair this year in the Garv Oats class. They were Bruce Heayn, R.R.3, Port (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, October 16, 1985 -- 5 Letters See your council in action Dear Sir: I beheve taxpayers should see what goes on at our municipal coun cil meetings. But very few people ever go to the council meetings ex cept when something 1s happening that affects them only Usually the only citizens at a council meeting in Durham Region or Scugog is a reporter or reporters. who take on the role of official guar- dians of the public trust. Taxpayers should take the ime to see for themselves how their Township (city) Fathers conduct themselves, with a municipal elec- tion just around the corner. we should not rely entirely on what you may read in the newspapers. You would be surprised what you can find out at just one council meeting. There are politicians on large and Dear Sir: I am writing in reference to a headline used above the Ashburn News of this week, October 9. Obviously you would not have us- ed such a headline had you known anything of the book from which the quote, 'I heard the owl call my name," came. When an Indian heard an owl call his name, he knew that for him death was fast ap- proaching. To see my name used as it was, did little to make my day. High hum Dear Sir: Just recently I have been hearing a strange sound as I drive on 7A bet- ween Blackstock and Nestleton. It sounds like a high pitched hum and comes from the North. I was wondering if anybody else had heard the noise and if they knew what was causing it. Yours truly, Bill MacDonald, Port Perry. small councils, who rarely say anything. Do these pohticians do anything outside of the council chambers" Should you sit through a meeting and a councillor doesn't have anything to say on the discussion, ask vourself some questions Also take a careful look at the chairman of the council meetings Does he have control of the situa tion. or do the politicians nde roughshod over the chairman. If you do attend a meeting and do not like what vou see, thisas the ime to do something about your council, get out and VOTE. Many Durham council visitors 1 have spoken with say they can't get over the poor quality of debate and immature haggling that goes on bet- ween the members at times. In 'Headline offensive considering that I have just recent- ly lost two of my sisters. In future I hope you will be more careful about the headlines you use. Some | have seen in your paper recently do nothing for you, your newspaper, nor your readers. Yours truly, Mrs. Nellie Hopkins, R.R.1, Ashburn. many cases they say they are disgusted with what they see after attending their first council meeting You as a taxpayer could run for council vourself 1f thats not feasi ble. take an active part in the com: img election. Find out who 1s runn- ing in vour area and support the per son you feel would do the best job It 1s always time for change in municipal pohties There are a number of ladies with many good ideas and enthusiasm who would and could be good pohti- Clans in Scugog Avoid supporting and then voting for scmeone who has a great sense of humor or the fact he or she has a good family name or a pretty face or is well known and respected in the community. Municipalities today, like Agriculture and Tourism, are multi- billion dollar corporations that you have a big stake in. With most fami- ly tax bills now topping over one thousand dollars per year, you have a duty to get involved in municipal politics. Many people believe Thursdays would be a better day for Scugog Council meetings" Happy Thanksgiving to all. Roy Walker Smith, Port Perry, Ontario. ing office. Election letters With a municipal election coming up on November 12, the Port Perry Star will maintain its long tradition of NOT accepting letters to the editor which specifically endorse or refer to one candidate seek- Accordingly, the Star will not publish any letters to the editor of this nature after the issue of October 22. The reason for this p licy is straight-forward. We simply do not want a candidate or supp. ters of a candidate fighting his or her elec- tion campaign in our lette.s column. The Star will, at the discretion of the editor, publish letters of a general political nature during this election campaign. THE WORLD OF Bill Smiley Cl I THE TRIALS OF SUMMER Ah, summers are not what they used to be, except for the young. They're not as long, not as hot, and not as mysterious. That's the story of our recent one, at least in my books. It was cool and wet, fine October weather in July, not one night sweltering in bed, listening to the one mos- quito that had penetrated the screen. In fact, even the bugs were hibernating: "Too cold for me, Mama. Too wet for me, Daddy." Only a few intrepid earwigs seem- ed to tough it out. | Do you panic and start smashing and squashing when an earwig scampers across your bathtub? I do. August was even more of a disaster, at least for me. The toilet tank on my downstairs Johnny burst one night after a fierce thunderstorm. I'd heard water running, but thought it was off the roof. Went downstairs and walked (in my slippers) into half an inch of water on the kitchen floor, a river runn- ing down the basement stairs, and, when I waded to the basement. two inches down there. with more pouring down every second. Started throwing towels all over the place. 'The water kept gushing out of the tank. Fiddled with it It kept spurting water through the busted tank. like an elephant having a leak. Thank the Lord for plumbers, especially when they re old friends and good Anglicans. We got her stop- ped. That is, I dashed about in my sodden slippers. try- ing to keep it from flowing onto the hardwood and under the rug. and Tom had enough sense to turn the water off. at some secretive tap in the basement, which I hadn't been able to find. Then came a man from the insurance company, with a sixty-foot snake that sucked up all the water. Jol- ly good. But it was not to be. Next morning, my upstairs toilet overflowed and I went through the throwing-towels routine again. Oh, well, these things are sent to try us. I don't know for what. I don't want to be in charge of the towel throwing department when the next Flood comes along. Meantime, I'm going to have an awesome plumber's bill. Summer, of course, was not all bad. Some old friends sought me out. I was invited to Victoria, B.C, the Ottawa Valley, to Goderich, Ontario, by an old air- force friend Anderson, to Georgetown for a meal any time, to the Bruce Peninsula, and so on. And 1 got gifts. Don McCuaig, an old newspaper friend, gave me a copy of Dieppe and Beyond by John Patrick Grogan (isn't that lovely Ottawa Valley Irish name?) describing the life of a young Canadian cap- tured at Dieppe, and his life as a P.O.W It is a good read, and can be bought from Juniper Books, RR. 2, Renfrew. Ontario. Another old newspaper friend, GGeorge Cadogan, dropped around and I stuck him for lunch and a good reminisce An old golfing buddy Bruce Coran, turned up Hadn't seen him for twenty-odd years. He didn't bring me a present, but a memory One time, he took four swings with a 4-wood and moved the ball forty yards. Then he calmly took his golf club, put his foot in the mid- dle of the shaft, bent it double, and threw it into the woods, without altering his composure, except for the face turning purple. Back to gifts. My son, Hugh, brought me an eight pound Arctic char (frozen, of course) from Baker Lake, N.W.T. Hugh was quite pleased with himself, but what does an aging widower do with a great, hairy eight pound fish? We solved it by giving half to the neighbours, cooking up some steaks, and making a massive fish salad. It's delicious, just like salmon. Even Ben, my grandboy, left me a souvenir. Of course, he usually does. Last March Break, it was a rung kicked out of the bannister. This time, it was a baseball through a storm window and screen. And I received numerous gifts by mail: everything from being accused as a male chauvinist to an excellent writer; but I'll deal with these in another column. Another gift, as summer waned (how does one wane?) was an evening with old student and comrade, Julie, home after a year in France, and oh, so sophisticated. We split a bottle of wine (not chilled, as she scolded), she gave me good advice, and we parted with a hug and kiss. First time I've kissed a girl in a year or two. It wasn't bad In any way. The lady who keeps my house from looking like a hovel, Evelyn, keeps bringing me corn and tarts and muffins. Gerry, the young guy who keeps my place from looking like a jungle, kept it looking like a well-bred jungle. Not a bad summer" Except Except, I got word that my little brother had died I'd thought of visiting him this fall, in England. Too late