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Tony --_ - -- Yesterday's Memories ~ 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 4, 1926 The first amateur contest of the Port Perry Picture House was held Tuesday evening. The entrants of eight presented their selec- tions in a very capable manner and the judging done by the audience awarded the prizes to Messrs. Harris Armstrong and Mitchell in the - seniors and to the Misses Turners in the juniors. .. . Following his installation as Warden of Ontario County, Reeve . George Sweetman, Township of Scugog, said in his speech, "Good economy would be his watchword and that all members of the coun- i youl support him to at least keep the tax rate at the present evel." Walter J. Donaldson in a letter to the STAR from New York: 'I had the pleasure of watching a hockey game in Madison Square Gardens last night between Toronto's St. Pats and a New York hockey team, ending in a 1-1 tie. I cannot speak too highly of the wonderful work in goal by Port Perry boy, Ross Roach. Without him in goal the St. Pats would have been badly beaten. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 1, 1951 By popular vote of the students and the teachers, Howard Garvey, grade 13, has been chosen to represent Port Perry High School at the United Nations Assembly from February 7th to 11th. The trip was made financially possible by the local Lions Club when the members decided to contribute to the exciting and educational ip. The old grain elevator at Burketon C.P.R. station is a landmark no more. It was built approximately 70 years ago. It has been own- -ed by Wallace Marlow for the last 10 years and has now been taken down by John Hamilton and his crew of workers. Robert Lawson has been appointed manager of the Port Perry Branch of Master Feeds. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 2, 1961 Fire destroyed the farm home of Mr. Keith Crozier, occupied by Mr. McQuinn on Scugog Island on Monday evening. Port Perry . Fire Brigade was called, but was unable to save the building. The family was away at the time of the fire. , The members of Port Perry Figure Skating Club is of a high stan- dard. At a recent test held in Lindsay, the members received 92.12 per cent, a high score by any club. Frank Barkey, R.R. 3, Claremont, was elected president of On- tario County Junior Farmers Association. Ted Lamb, R.R.4, Port Perry, was elected vice president and Donna Johnson, R.R.4, Ux- bridge, secretary-treasurer. South Ontario Farm Association elected Lance Beath, R.R.1, Brooklin, president, and Lorne Disney, also of R.R.1, Brooklin, vice president. : : i 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, February 3, 1966 Gale force winds, gusting up to 45 miles per hour, slammed down on Port Perry and the surrounding district over the weekend. Mon- day morning's visibility was nil, and motorists venturing onto the highways were either lucky or unlucky, and a great many unlucky . (Turn to page 6) PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, February 4, 1986 -- § Letters Dear Sir: In response to last week's article, "Fighting for lives of the Innocent," 1 am writing to lend & more - moderate perspective to an issue which many Canadians feel strong- ly about. The joys of parenthood are too vast to mention here; nothing turns adults into babbling idiots faster than a baby. Babies are a true cause for celebration, they are so naive and innocent, yet to learn of the unpleasant side of life. Part of that unpleasantness is that not all children are wanted children. Either people are not as aware of - birth control as they should be, or they chose not to protect themselves from unwanted pregnancies. Few things in life are sadder than seeing a child bearing and attemp- Why were flags not lowered ? Dear Sir: The President of the United States ordered American flags to be flown at half-mast following 'the Challenger catastrophe. It was sug- gested that Canada would wish to be included in this symbolic gesture. For some reason, Port Perry chose to ignore these wishes, and in doing so it abdicated it's civic responsibility by denying any recognition of the week of mourning. It brought disgrace to the town, dishonour to all of us. Yours truly, (Mrs. George) Leslie Carter, R.R.2, Blackstock. Another viewpoint on ting to raise another child, Paren- 'thood is undoubtedly one of the most difficult challenges we face as adults. Even with the advantages of a mate and adequate funds, raising a child is hard work -- not child's play. Although the adoption choice is available, few women choose it. They opt to keep their children. Some of these children grow to be productive adults, many do not. These children are short-changed -- often facing insurmountable odds. The last option is abortion -- no one likes to see abortion take place. Abortion is a band-aid measure to a serious problem -- unwanted pregnancies. People who find themselves in the opposite camp from the Pro-Lifes (no-choice) are the Freedom of choice advocates (not pro- abortionist - no one is pro-abortion!) Pro-choicers feel only the woman should decide what is appropriate for her -- not someone else dictating her reproductive decisions. abortion Abortion will never be a 'black and white' issue -- if it was it would not be such a hot topic of debate. Abortion is always a tragedy in human terms; the termination of a fetus, the anguish any woman would experience in the decision and the pain of living with the choice. Prevention is always a more cost- effective approach to problems, both in economic and human terms. Better and more birth control infor- mation is needed. I would respect- fully suggest that the Right to Life groups direct more of their efforts in that direction, then there would be fewer women to hassle as they desperately enter Dr. Henry Morgentaler's clinic. Perhaps at Festival Days next summer. their booth could focus on the many birth control methods available to men and women today. Yours Sincerely, Shelley C. Akermanis, R.R.3, Port Perry. BELVEDERE by George Crenshaw ' WE GAVE LIP YEARS AGO TRYING TO CONVINCE : HIM HE WAS A DOG. * | THE WORLD OF GARAG LES Garage sales are quite the fad these days. Many people make them part of their lives. They troop around town watching for handmade signs and check the ads Bill Smile i =m ey books belonged to the school and had been stolen by their children, but they'd have none of it. They wanted cash. door opens. It has a vast door, weighing about 800 pounds. You hoist the door and it slides on cables, and at the right moment, on a good day, it rising just at the height to tear off your radio aerial. balances filled with sand, aren't quite enough from crashing down on your hood, but I've fixed that. To one, an axe-head, to the other, a quart of paint. Perfect balance. A real buy. Behind the garage is a sort of tool shed. I say "sort of' because when I've sailed into the garage on a slip- mid-winter day, I've sometimes gone an extra foot I've adc leys and in the classified section. Drive around any small town and you'll see a cluster of cars in front of a house. 'Must be a wedding or a funeral," you muse. Then yousee a pile of junk with a horde of human magpies darting around it, snatching up bits, beating each other to a heap of rubble, like seagulls diving and screeching for a slice of french-fried spud. Po no wedding. There are no vows exchanged ex- cept that you takes what you gets, "for better or for worse." It's no funeral, except for those who pay Six bucks for something that cost three 10 years ago. It's a garage sale. "This phenomenon resembles a mini-auction-sale minus the auctioneer. The garage sale allows the pro- prietor (often abetted by some of his neighbours) to get rid of all the useless items overflowing the garage, the tool-shed, the basement and the attic. It sometimes brings in two or three hundred dollars to the vendors, and the garage sale groupies go home all excited because they have bought a three-legged - chair, a horse-drawn sleigh, an umbrella with only one spoke missing, or six paperback novels for a dollar. po One of ny contemporaries, an habituee of these biz- sare events, was more than thunderstruck when he found at one sale that he could buy text books from our school, duly stam as such, dirt cheap. He remonstrated with owners, pointing out that the So much for human nature. These were taxpayers who had helped buy the books their kids had stolen, and now wanted to sell them back to the system so that other kids could steal the books they were still paying taxes or. . Back to the garage sales. There is no suggestion of gogling here. Both parties, buyer and seller, are perfectly aware of what's going on. The seller is trying to get rid of something he doesn't need. The buyer is buying something he doesn't need. It's a classic exam- ple of our materialistic age. We want to get rid of some of the garbage we've bought, and the buyer wants to buy some more garbage. | - The epitome of a garage-sale-groupie would be a person who goes to four garage sales, buys a lot of junk, then has a garage sale to dispose of it, preferably with a small mark-up. But they're fun. : A friend of mine, who'll make a bid on anything, even though he doesn't know what it's for, has t two old-fashioned horse-drawn sleighs. He has worked on them until they are serviceable. All he needs now is a couple of beasts to haul the things. He'll probably wind up with a camel and a Shetland pony (and will make a fortune hauling people around when we run out of gas). Well. I wish I'd had a garage sale this past summer. First, I'd have sold the garage, a venerable institution. None of this electronic eye, or press a button and the and crashed into the tool shed, which now leans about 35d to the north. I'll throw in the tool-shed with the garage, but not its contents. Migawd, the stuff in there would bug the eyes of either an antique dealer or a garage-groupie. We have garden tools in there that haven't ed since Sir John A. MacDonald's wife told him to get his nose out of that glass and go out and stir up the garden. : We have at least four perfectly good tires for a 1947 Dodge. We have enough holy tarpaulin (or is it holey? I've never known) to build a:theatre under the stars. There's a perfectly good set of golf clubs, a wee bit rus- ty. There's a three-legged garden tool that must have come over with Samuel de Champlain. There 's a three- wheeled lawnmower (mechanic's ). Six hundred feet of garden hose that a little a ive/would fix. many more, too miscellaneous to mention. And th t's only the tool shed. Inside the house, we have eight tons of books, left by our children. The attic is going to come right through the kitchen one of these days. How about a copy of Bhagavad-gita, 1,000 pages, at $1? Man, I wish I'd got this idea off the ground about six months ago. Anyone interested in an iron crib, sides go up and down, filled with $300 worth of broken toys, a: paintings, some records and a bag of marbles? Who needs to retire, with all this wealth lying around? / . 2 |