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24 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, June 6, 1989 Young people are invited to audition for group The Oshawa Festival Singers will be holding auditions for new members on Friday June 9 and Friday June 16, 1989. New applicants must be be- tween the ages of 11 and 17, and be able to read music. Please call Lorie Easton-Flynn at 668- 3990 to make an appointment for an audition. The auditions will be held at Knox Presbyteri- an Church in Oshawa. The Oshawa Festival Singers is a community choir consisting of almost 50 teenage girls from throughout Durham Region, in- cluding Scugog Township. The group currently has members from Port Perry, Oshawa, Whit- by, Bowmanville, and sur- rounding areas. The singers are preparing to take a break for the summer, and choir activi- ties will resume again early in September. e past year has been a very . busy and rewarding one for all the girls in the choir. They per- formed at numerous concerts during the year. Recently they participated in the Kiwanis Mu- sic Festival, where they placed firstin their class. They also competed in the Ontario Vocal Fest in April and were: awarded a Gold Award along with an invitation to par- ticipate in the National Finals 2 Miles West of Manshester Nothing Runs Like a Deere® = UTICA FARM EQUIPMENT LTD. 985-9101 at Music Fest Canada which was held in Toronto from May 17 to 21. They were proud to ac- cept a Silver Award at Music Fest Canada. Next year promises to be no less exciting. There will be nu- merous concerts and competi- tions again, but the year will be topped off with a concert tour of Great Britain scheduled to take place in the summer of 1990. The Oshawa Festival Singers was founded 17 years ago by El- sie Drygala. During these years, the choir successfully toured Great Britain and/or Duplicate Year 1988/1989 Afternoon Higli Aggregate Doris Phinney - score - 55, 12 avg.. May 31/89 - 6 Table Howell Avg. 67% - Afternoon 1st - Marie Carnegie and Harold Brown 88. 2nd - Sandy Greenwood and Gail Ballard 79. 3rd - Doris Phinney and Grac Love 75%. : 4th - Joyce Heard and Helen Mathieson 73. Evenings High Aggregate Judy Atkinson - score - 54 avg. Leta tight-turning John Deere RX riding mower lighten your workload. Its powerful engine, tight (17-inch) turning radius and comfortable ride make mowing easy. Come take a look at your John Deere RX riding mower today. STARTING FROM ..2 1595. RX63 Riding Mower ® 17-inch turning radius slow-to-trim feature EN Saas. Jol rrr J YS -- Vy, SLL ry NN WAT ¢ Our most economical model . * Reliable 6-hp engine with electronic ignition ¢ High-performance 26-inch mower * Infinitely variable mowing speeds with ¢ Full-length, one-piece steel frame parts of Europe on three previ- ous occasions, and they also per- formed a concert tour of British - Columbia. Lorie Easton-Flynn started conducting the choir during the 1988-89 season, and is looking forward to along and rewarding association with the choir. Prac- tises are held Friday evenings from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. at Knox Presbyterian Church. Teenage girls who enjoy sing- ing are asked to call Lorie to make an appointment for an au- dition or for further informa- tion. Bridge Evening - 8 Table Mitchell Avg. 112 - North/South 1st - Bonnie Davies and Doris Watson 123%. 2nd - Bev Sefton and Harry Tripp 120. 3rd - Miriam .and Charles Labanovich tied with Jack Davies and John Watson 119. East/West 1st - Bea Chapman and Hoppy Carnwith 127%. 2nd - Joan West and Gord Day 126. 3rd - Joanne Dutka and Kath Burley 116. \ \ The Intrepid Cottager | by Craig Nicholson {c. 1988 All Rights Reserved) THE PUMP Pumps are the great equalizer. No matter how much design, decor or dinaro has been put into the joint. No matter how many modern conveniences. No matter how snug I've made it. When the pump stops, the world comes crashing down and my castle becomes the lowliest hunt camp. Realtors should charge one dollar for the building and the other thousands for a good pump. The ads could read: '2000 sq. ft. pump house for sale." If I sound perturbed, it's because I've survived pump perils. Although it was too near a thing the November that the water stopped. After the usual dickering-about with the pump, which produced the usual no result, yours truly Mr. Pump Expert final- ly decided that the problem was the foot valve. (The real pro- blem is my case of the terminal cheaps which always prevents me from calling our pump man first.) Isay "our pump man' because I feel a close and proprietary interest in someone to whom I have paid an endless stream of cold cash after all those times I dickered out. He is driving a new van; I still have the same old shakey pump. He claims "they don't make them like this anymore." I think he's bucking for a new mobile home. And worse, I am still nearer to pump purgatory than pump paradise. But I digress. Foot valves have a nasty habit of being located under water. In November, under bloody cold water. I borrow- ed a diver friend's wet suit. So there we were, the wife in the the drink. The wet suit did keep me warm, except for my hands which froze off, but the combined natural buoyancy of suit and suet § kept me bobbing on the bay like a float with a fish on. Only with the aid of a concrete block ballast was I able to clear the foot | t dingy where she "could watch me drown or freeze" and me in f valve and re-position it to prevent future failures and freezings. : Score one for.cheapness. - Usually, I don't get wet when the pump packs it in. That's : | because the main thing wrong is that there is no water. The first time was in the dead of winter. I was fiddling-about and lost the § prime. The wife accused me of being past mine. "Never fear," § says I, "all I need to prime is water." The wife looked at me § as if I'd forgotten the steaks again. "We can melt snow!" I exclaimed. Do you have any idea | how many feet of snow you have to melt to get a cup of water? It's a double digit figure. Well, I scooped, melted and poured, scooped, melted and poured for over an hour, carefully placing each drop of precious fluid into the pump primer hole. Several gallons later and after snide remarks from the wife about cheapness and how enough water had been poured to shower us all weekend, I came to the conclusion that we had to be filling both the pump and the holding tank. Otherwise, where could all this water be going? "How about back down the }ine and out into the lake, honey?" said she smartly. Wondering just § how much snow I'd have to melt to fill the lake, I called our pump man. The worst part of pump penance isn't the outlay of cash or the failed dickering. What really gets me is the uncertainty. At odd hours I find myself ambushing a tap or sneaking in for a quick flush - just to confirm that the pump is pumping. When I have water, I hoard it in every conceivable container against the inevitable shortage. The wife says there are so many pans of water around that the neighbours are offering to help re- shingle the roof. Our pump man even has our key in his pocket and his name embossed coffee mug in our cupboard. The next summer, the pump perished again. This time I call- ed on everyone around - except the wife who insisted that she wanted a crack at it. With two (male) neighbours, I wiled away a frustrating afternoon and exhausted our collective patience, expertise and beer supply. No pump. No water. My helpers returned home to their own working bathrooms. Before returning to my outhouse, I trudged upstairs to call our pump man. I smirked to the wife: "Why don't you try it, honey?" By the time I dialed the number and said "hello," the pump had kicked in and the water was flowing. "Just calling to see how you like your new van?" I said, and hung up. i The wife is now our resident pump expert. I am still the village idiot. She maintains, repairs and orders new parts. I'handle the wild life, do the driving and forget the steaks. § I am the resident hot dog expert. Oh yes, and I had the locks replaced rather than explain to our former pump man why he should return our key. The name embossed coffee mug was mysteriously broken. The only thing I pump is iron. ------