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raees _C . _ Four years ago, when we first bought the house on a quiet street in the old part of town, it had two giant elms in the front garden, one on each side of the driveway, and this was what finally decided us to buy it (apart from the fact that it was cheap). It was the sort of housethat realtors think everyone yearns for . . . "you can do so much with it . . . it has such great potential . . ." which is true, if you have five thousand dollars and want to spend every spare minute in working on it. Which is more or less what we did for the first year but gradually it came to life under our hands. But it wasn‘t only the physical problems of dealing with the cockroaches that plagued meâ€"I had this terrible conflict about killing so many living things. For years I have believed in Schweitzer‘s "reverence for life" and tried to follow this principle, but how could I reconcile it with the wholesale slaughter I wreaked on the cockroaches? I didn‘t, of course, and like a lot of my principles, it got a bit bent as time went on, though I always felt apologetic about my murderous attacks and I hope that the Great Cockroach knows that I killed with pity in my heart. However, the cockroaches are all gone now and having achieved my nasty ends, I can safely return to my ideals. Only last week, I opened the back door when I got up and surprised a wild brown rabbit from the fields across the road, browsing through my hyacinth and tulip blosâ€" soms, and a black squirrel on the porch, eating a crust of bread. This is typical of the wild life in the gardens around here all through the year and at full summer, the back garden is completely enclosed with hedges and trees and I could lie naked out there and get a tan, if the children would let me, and if T had the time. In our four years here I‘ve planted lots of rose bushes and flowering shrubs, but we shall probably be gone this year before they blosâ€" som. The children used to sleep out on the patio on summer nights under a sky seeded with stars and bats swooping over their heads; I would creep downstairs at least once during the night to see if they were all right and would often stumble over them in their sleepingâ€"bags on the sittingâ€"room floor. Next morning the girls would point at each other and claim that "she wanted to come in." It is always sad to leave a house you have loved; this was our first solid old home in Canada, painfully achieved after eleven years here, eleven years of living in basement apartments and charming but flimsy lakeside cottages that gradually sank into the cellar while you watched. Mind you, it never looked like the house beautiful or like one of those magazine illustrations, but it had characâ€" ter (as they say of a plain girl) and children who came to visit, loved it, because it had all sorts of unexpected corners and steps and spooky old walkâ€"in closets. It was largeâ€" nine roomsâ€"and comfortable and has rocked to its sturdy foundations when Jeremy‘s groups used to practice here. We‘ve had play rehearsals here, and a wedding and puppet shows and family Christmases and our first grandâ€" children have laughed and cried and dribbled on the carpet. One of the bedrooms upstairs had such a step up into it and such a low lintel that nearly everyone crunched their heads on it at least once; Ken never got used to it and during the time he was putting heating into that bedroom and was in and out all the time, I really thought he was going to end up with brain damage. I‘ve just been into the sittingâ€"room ; it has five paintâ€" ings on the walls and three sketches and some postcards from the Art Gallery which Julie has pinned to one of the doors; the old wooden floors are scuffed with the feet of all the children who have trooped through this house since we came. There are dandelions in a blue vase under the Monet print and in one corner, two easels with the girls‘ paintings halfâ€"finished on them. _ _ _ ‘There‘s a red leather Florentine cigaretteâ€"box. from Italy, two obsidian Mexican statuettes, an abalone shell from Florida, and piles of books and magazines sitting on chairs, slithering off chairs and sofas. And I look at the thousands of books to pack and the family treasures that I must be ruthless with . . . and the only thing I can hope for is a nice convenient nervous breakdown, just about movingâ€"time, so that someone else will have to ‘do it all. ‘But a year after we moved in, the trees were cut down by the town because they were unsafe and the house never looked as attractive to us after that. The house was cheap because it had been lived in by tenants who didn‘t care about the old vomit on the bedroom walls, about the cockâ€" roaches in the kitchen, about the lack of heating upstairs and the general dirt and shabbiness. The house also had strange noises; a friend of mine who is not the nervous type stayed alone here one evening and heard Eeople walking about downstairs when she was in bed. I have heard these noises at night, too, gentle closing of doors, footsteps scuffling across the floors, but nothing more. Sometimes I thought it must be noises from the neighbors, but we are forty feet at least from either house and the walls are thick. But if it‘s a ghost, she‘s a gentle creature who probably comes back occasionâ€" ally to see that the old house is still being cared for. Many lives have been lived within its eightyâ€"yearâ€"old walls and it‘s not surprising if something of the past lingers here. I think what gave me the biggest problem was the cockroaches. I had never actually seen one before and thought of them as looking vaguely like the enormous black sta{’ beetles which I used to see in the fields in England, but these cockroaches turned out to be slender bright mintâ€"brown (or sometimes darkâ€"brown) torpedoâ€" shaped creatures, no more than 14" or 14" fullyâ€"grown, with long twitterins feelers a one end and quick as nippit. Looked at objectively, they were attractive beetles (their wings were folded on their backs and hardly ever used), but I did object to their lurking in the food cupboards and dropping into the bath. So I waged war; two cox?slete house fumigations failed to exterminate them (of cOurse, there were thousands when we.first came in), and after trying various insecticides like "Raid," we finally gave them their comeâ€"uppance with Crawlâ€"Tox, (commercial). The house was the original farmhouse in this part of town; homeâ€"made, of course, by the farmer and his hired help, with odd pieces added here and there at later times. The only fruit tree left from the orchard around the house is one wormy old apple tree which is now a convalescent home for tentâ€"caterpillars. 163â€"3555 FINECRAFT DECORATING SERVICES every kind of decorating our specialty is =« Thursday, May 23, 1968 362â€"0405 When a woman picks her car Let a woman loose in a car dealer‘s showrcoom and she‘s bound to ask a lot of stupid questions. I did. ANY FREE SAMPLES? No, Ensign Motors won‘t be givâ€" ing out free samples of their Jaguars at their open house on Saturday, May 25, but maybe they‘ll let you sit in a Jag. The kindly management let Social Editor Sharon Last week, I went down to have a look at Ensign Motors new dealership at Dundas, east of Dixie Road. Looking around at the various shining new Austins, a thought struck me. "How do they get the cars in here?" I asked brightly. Now, maybe I don‘t know too much about technicalities like that, but, about their new buildâ€" ing, I understood completely. PORK CHOPS IN LAYERS ‘"Through the doors," the manâ€" ager explained tiredly. . Steel frame furniture with black upholstery was brightly accented by orange carpeting in Mix equal parts yellow cornâ€" meal and water in a large sauceâ€" pan. Add salt to taste. Heat slowly until cooked. The mixture will be thick enough to cut with a knife. Add more water if necâ€" essary. When cooked (you can tell by tasteâ€"about 20 minutes), remove to m buttered loaf pan and keep warm in the oven. Meanwhile, saute sliced onion® in lots of butter or margarine. When tendar, remove from pan. This column will be devoted to some old favorite recipes, again favorites because of their ease and taste. Season pork chops with salt and pepper. Place in the bottom of a medium roasting pan with cover. Cover with a layer of sliced raw potatoes. Add a layer of sliced raw onions. Repeat as many times as you wish. Cover with a medium sized can of toâ€" mato juige and add a little water and lbo&k a teaspoon of sugar. Bake in a medium oven until poâ€" tatoes are tender. Dredge the meat in highly seaâ€" soned flour. Saute very quickly in hot oil. Remove from frying pan. Drain off excess oil. Saute onion wedges in the same pan, scraping up browned bits of flour from meat. Stir in one can cream soup â€"chicken or mushâ€" room. Add one half cup water. Heat, then add meat, Add one large can mushrodm stems and pieces. Heat. Serve with boiled noodles, potatoes or rice. Cut beef chuck or stewing meat into very thin, small slices. This is a U kranian disk (spelled phonetically) which I was introduced to by. a friend who Jearned it from her mother, Mrs. Kay Kowal. It‘s a different taste, and a good One. Try it and By SHARON AIRHART Mgr 20 * ugae ROMANELL! COHEQETION BEEF SKILLET MAMALEGA BY OUR KITCHEN GOURMET olor and style count the bright glass front building. Modern open steel stairs padded in orange led up to a balcony of offices overlooking the showâ€" room floor. I talked with Gordon Lomas, general manager of the dealerâ€" ship, about small cars and their appeal to women. More and more, families are buying miniâ€"cars as second cars, specifically for the wife, Mr. Lomas said. Large and small cars, Mr. Lomas explained, are not in comâ€" petition with each other, for they serve a different purpose. Turn out cornme platter. Slice into top with butter & large dabs of sot dish is filling enot meal and makes : from meat and po "What happens when you turn a woman loose in here?" I asked. ‘‘They‘re liable to do almost anything," he replied. . AMBROSIA ‘This recipe can be a dessert or salad. I find it pleasant with meals, some people think it too sweet and prefer to eat it as a dessert. Drain & medium can crushed pineapple and one small can mandarin oranges well. In a large bow!, mix a bag of miniaâ€" ture marshmallows with a pint of sour cream, Add well drained fruit and & sevenâ€"ounce package Linda â€" Vallillee was chosen sister of the year by the Kappa Chi Chapter of Thete Kappa Sigma Sorority at a banquet held early in May to commemoâ€" rate the group‘s 6th anniversary. The ladies met at the Mayfair Inn. f of coconut. Turn into a buttered ring mold or & buttered bowl. Cover with waxed paper and reâ€" frigerate overnight. Next day, turn out on a platter and garnish with cherries. Sister of Year WOMEN AND CARS makes a great : and potatoes. nmeal loaf into thick er and oni ‘ sour crea enough for loaf onto a ick sections, _onions and cream. This for a whole reat change When & woman comes to choose an automobile, she looks first for colour and style, he related. She‘s not as inclined to look for mechanical features as her husband is. "Kicking tires is a relic of the past," he said, "besides, it tends to hurt your feet." Second cars are usually chosen with limited finances in mind. Small cars are cheaper, it seems, both initially and in running costs, including fuel consumpâ€" tion. That, I believe. My auto, which _ associates _ irreverently refer to as "the tank" gets about 11 miles to the gallon â€"â€" a new Mini, I understand, gets as much as 40 miles to the gallon. "Who kicks the most tires?" I asked, innocently, "men or women ?" Airhart dream for a moment in a 1968 lime green sports car and Scott Campbell, Advertiser photographer, captured the moment for posterity. Any helpless cries from THE BEST INVESTMENT â€" A HOME OF YOUR OWN KICKING TIRES | i<+:s_ L4 jash â€" es .7 > & t . C 4 %i \,(;«\ p m > s f 4 | 1 ~Set". uim < y‘ 4. + 1 > c af M K s $7 us *A lil e ;@ ”h' nR aie ie *A C * â€" o+ 33 & HELP! women to the service departâ€" ment of Ensign Motors, I asked ? The answer was an emphatic yes, Most, it seems, are caused by women using the choke imâ€" properly or not at all, Never fear, if you‘re a little shy about clutches and all that lot, you can get an automatic car. After a tour of the modern parts and service department, I tried some of the cars on for size. I found one just exactly fit. Except financially. The lovely little sportscar was a 1968 lime green Jaguar. Needless to say, they had to drag me out of it. I may not know much about automobiles, but I know style when I see it. One thing I found likable about the Austins were the shoulder harness seat belts. While the old type belts were an improvement, the shoulder harness type add even greater safety to driving. ROLTIPLE LISTINE SERVIEE Cm xX kxX xxx xxx xxxX x * * * Meeting for £â€" ngaged OES officers oppmegammes K811 BROWN‘S LINE (Alderwood Plaza) FAULKNER K CL 9.1195 * gpoap ap y ap i o o o ie i i n g y & Secretary and Treasurer night was held recently at Rockwood Chapter O.E.S. meeting in Conâ€" naught Hall, Mimico. Alice Clark and Marvin Clark, the Worthy Matron and Patron of the Chapter, convened the meeting and welcomed Helen Ross, Past Grand Matron and Worthy â€" Grand Secretary Emeritus of Ontario. Also visiting were Mary Mcâ€" Alpine, Meta Moore, Elizabeth McNeil, Rose Morphew, all Past District Grand Matrons, and 17 Secretaries and Treasurers and members from various chapters. Among the visitors were memâ€" bers from Chapters: , Maxwell Park 298, Bridgton 88, Plantation 72, and Cowder 205 of Glasgow, Scotland. An interesting talk was given by Helen‘ Ross in which the duties of all members of the O.K.S. were discussed and the fact that everyone should work together to extend both help and a welcome to fellow memâ€" bers around the world. Members were reminded of the Annual Church Service to be held Sunday, June 2nd, at 11 a.m., in St. James‘, }lum&\ Bay, on Parklawn Avenue. ‘Your â€" Frigidaire ‘Specialist 22 YEARS ON THE LAKESHORE 2823 LAKE SHORE BLVD. W. RADIO ELECTRIC LTD. (at 3rd St., across from Loblaws) Mr. and Mrs. Eric Mcâ€" Combe, 49 Elder Avenue, Long Branch, are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter, Carolyn Alice, to Lt. Francis Arthur Kellerman, R.C.A.M.C., son of Mr. and Mrs. C. F. Kellerâ€" man, Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. The wedding will take place June 29 in Gerâ€" many. 255â€"0191%