PAGE 4, WEDNESDAY JULY 6, 1983, WHITBY FREE PRESS whitby s Voice of the County Town Michael Ian Burgess, Publisher Managing Editor The only Whkby newspaper independently owned an# operated by Whitby residents for Whitby residents. blished every Wednesday by M.B.M. Publishing and Photography Inc. Phone 668-6111 The Free Press Building 131 Brock Street North, P.. Box 206, Whitby, Ont. PO. Box 206, Whltby, Ont. t- Reglatration No. 5351 TIMOTHY BAINES Community Editor ANDY THOMBON Advertising Manager Second Clas Mail Registration No. 5351 Stand and cheer for Mayor Attersley WelWhimy is in tme news again. The Toronto Star chose to dedicate an editorial column Monday to the growth of our town. The editorial lauded imaginative and agressive sales techniques used to lure such new industries as the Sony electronics factory. Mayor Bob Attersley was pralsed for his marketing strategy that has attracted 22 new in- dustries to town in the past year. Blilîboards adVortising Whitby have popped up In such unexpected places as Tokyo's airport and Frankfurt, West Germany. The editoriai musttcertainly have. left the ever- smling Attersley with his head in a cloud. Our cmessiahty ieading us to the promised land (as a City?) Certainlynthe Mayor deserves all the credit that ho of given.Whtby i growing out from the shadow f neighbouring Oshawa to gain an iden- tity on Its own. The reputation sf Whitbyes reachlng istant ears and Attersley ls largoiy rsponsibe for this. The Mayor not only establishes good relations outside of Whitby, ho le building moral and keeping a sense of community unity within. it ls a very rare occasion when ho cannot find the time to attend a grand opening or a.function within the town. Much of this comes on-his own time. Heis probably developing blisters on his fingers from the number of ribbons he has cut in the past year, signifying an opening. Those of us in the media frequently run Into the mayor at functions throughout the town and he ls quick to greet us each wlth a warm handshake. Vos Bob, you'vecome a long way since your days of hockey stardom with the (od Whitby Dunlops, world hockey champions. The game you're playing now has a lot higher stakes and your're. coming through with flying colours. As tho Star's oditorial says, "IWhile Metro fid- LETTERS TO THE EDITOR It seems impossible that Elizabeth Il was crowned Queen thirty years ago, when some of us were young and half the people we work with weren't even thought of. But i had lunch the other day with a guy i haven't seen in almost that long, and it was surprisingly easy to turn back the clock that far. The year we're talking about, in case your mental arithmetic is as creaky as mine is, is 1953. Canada was a different country then. The guy I had lunch with, and 1, were in the naval reserve in those days - the UNTD. When we were recruited, we swore allegiance to the British monarch, and for most of us it was not a pro forma declaration. I remember one of our number being asked what he thought of the young monarch, and he replied truthfully that he'd die for her. In the navy, our bible was QRCN, Queen's Regulations Canadian Navy. We've corne a long way from a frame of mind in which that sort of thing was acceptable. And a lot of other things have changed. A couple of years earlier, my father had bought a 1951 Dodge, a Coronet, if my memory serves me. He ran that car for 12 or 13 years. That was in the days when built-in obsolesence wasn't as thorough as it is now. We had just come through a terrible war, and even those of us who were too young to fight bore the scars of it. A hundred thousand of our uncles and brothers and cousIns and even some aunts had died in it, and were buried thousands of miles from our home and native land. Many of the survivors, the veterans, mature men and women, still rubbed shoulders with the downy-cheeked youths and pert bobby-soxers of my generation ih the country's universities. Because of the veterans, and the additional thousands of Cana- dians who had put their shoulders behind our stupen- dous war effort, we had a pride in our country which tends to be elusive now. During the summers, in the naval reserve, we spent a lot of time in HMCS Stadacona, the Halifax Shore Base. We went to sea in the newer relics of the late, unlamented war - HMCS Crescent, Swansea, and La Hulloise. We got paid ten dollars a week, (or was it twenty,) plus room, board and uniform, and somehow on that we had money enough to walk up Barrington Street for a meal at the Green Lantern, and enough to drink too much beer at the Lord Nelson. At lunch, my friend and I recalled a Mediterra- nean cruise one summer, which I suppose will remain one of the highlights of both our lives. We had whaler races in mid-Atlantic when it was calm enough, and mad night exercises in the Med, in which we blasted away with the star-shell, and tore past lighted cruise ships which loomed like Christmas trees out of the blackness. And we went ashore in the soft summer nights of Gibraltar and Toulon and Villefranche, and did things that we didn't talk about but could have. In the mirror, I suppose we both have to face the fact that we're middle-aged. Inside, we're still in our late teens and ready for a night on the town, ready for anything in fact, and still excited. ladies in wheelchairs and a gentleman in a walker from Sun- nycrest Nursing Home, that her residents had benefited enor- mously from the outing, an outcome which would have been denied them were it not for the above mentioned community groups and their agents like the Whitby Lions club and the other Board mem- bers; l'm sure this kind of achievement could be reported across the entire Durham Region. i should end here with praise for those of us blind and visually han- dicapped who at- tended the picnic; 'their presence proved their desire to overcome Isolation and, in some cases, rejec- tion, two conditions that Mother Teresa found more damaging. to the human spirit than some Incurable or terminal deseases. i hope that the public wil encourage the C.N.I.B., through Its regional boards, to maintain this resolve. Cesar S. Gonet Dear sir, As both a client and a member of the durham Region Advisory Board to the C.N.I.B., i would like' te draw atten- tion to a remarkable demonstration of community spirit and ', dedicated volunteer activity shown by all who took part in making the Board's annual picnic at Lakeview Park, Oshawa, such a success. It took a great deal of that com- munity spirit and dedicated volunteer activity to organize the event, to tran- sport and escort the blind and visually handicapped of the whole Durham Region who were able to come; thes included an Infant of 12 months and a lively lady in her 90's. Over 100 people enjoyed a most glorlous June 29 afternoon. If I may iere highlight my local involvement, it was gratifying to hear from Linda McNab who escorted two -4 C.N.I.B. picnic -L- 1