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Whitby Free Press, 23 Dec 1987, p. 22

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PAGE 22, WHITBY FREE PRESS,, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1987 Brooklin Profile ROXANNE REVELER News & Features Editor Phone 655-3637 Small village deposits have all but disappeared. Branch A grizzly bear is twice as afraid of you as you are of it. lines do not pay and cars and buses whisk people from This repair job shouldn't run you more than -oh $30. place to place on cement and asphalt arteries. I'd neyer guess YOD were 60; you look more like 40. Half a century ago, a village depot on a Saturday after- Mr. Squeemish is out to lunch. noon was a popular spot. It was always good news at Your money will be cheerfully refunded. Saturday dinner when father said, "Better hitch Belle to £A W PO IN T 1Idont really eat that much. My body retains a lot of the pung and get a few bags of meal this afternoon. You fluid. can meet the train and get the cream jugs." y oxanne e Thçre's no reason we stili can't be friends. Men and boys gathered early. The depot was warm_1 was only in town for the day, or 1 would have gotten in from the pot-bellied stove; men loosened sheep-lined :touch. coats and relaxed discussing politics, roads and the new I didn't see the sign officer. school teacher who did not get home until 10 o'clock last Mr. Squeemish Ieft early today. Saturday night from her sleigh ride with that slick city That's a very flattering style for.you., drummer from Toronto. A different outn oz Press here to release oxygen mask. By and by the train whistled down the track from Port If you can stick with the plot for 100 pages, It gets much Whitby. Men put an ear to the rail and listened to the better. haunting song of the steel. Soon the accommodation came their lives. Many of those young men, and women, chose Mr. Squeemish will caîl you as soon as he gets Wack round the bend with bell clanging, steam hissing, and a to leave the small agricultural community in which they from Lebanon. brittle, screeching, scrunching of brakes as the train had spent their youth. And what a different environment ground to a stop in Brooklin. they moved into. Egg crates and milk jugs were tossed to the four- How could they have done it? To trade the simple life tor wheeled station cart. Shouts of greeting were exchanged I was just going to caîl you. that? But then, to each bis own. I traded the hubbub of city with baggageman, engineer, fireman and conductor. New shoes always pinch a little at first. They'll feel bet- living for' what 1 felt would be a better life for not only Then with staccato blasts of steam and clanging bell, the ter after you wear them a few times. myseif and number'one hubby, but for the child I was train pulled out. Except for documentaries, I neyer watch television. bearing at the time, 20 years ago this month. A boy jogging home with sleigh bells jingling and run- Mr. Squeemish is in a meeting. Everyone said we were nuts. During the transition ners squeaking on hard-packed snow, heard the long, The hues seems to be moving quickly. period, I started to believe we were nuts. But I bonestly lonesome whistlefar across the countryside. Many a boy I tried to caîl you onl Christmas (Mother's Day, Easter, wouldn't trade it now for anytbing. I belong here. I love it riding home from meeting the train resolved some day he your birthday, Halloween( but it was impossible to get here. I couldnt imagine a better place to live. would be on a train, riding away to life's high adventure. through. To culminate ail this sentimental drive, I would like to Nowadays, there appear to be two sides to every story If you leave a Iight on, the burglars will think wish you ail a happy Christmas; one filled witb the -the book and the movie. Perhaps that is the result of too somebody's home. sharing of each other, rather than expensive trivialities. many young peoples' dreams of hopping that train which Mr. Squeemish just stepped out of the office. But more than that I wisb you camaraderie, good healtb, would result in their glory...the fact they could at last I'd like to buy it, but I'd ike my wife (husband( to see it and a sense f wort within yourself during the forth- leave the "sticks " behind, become sophisticated, make a first. coming year. name for themselves become a powerful entity. I don't know what came into Queenie ... she neyer usually A line from an old second-rate movie said: "If you don't But it makes you wonder what has been traded in the bites anybody. think you are worthwhile, nobody else will." Truer words name of progress. How different today's elite. How dif- I'd like to just LOOK at the dessert menu please. were neyer spoken. ferent their outlook, their perspective, the way they live Mr. Squeemish is away from his desk right now. At least that's the way it looks to me.Happy Hoidays. Region joins protest of renduced postal service for Ashburn Durham Region has joined the protest against reduced postal ser- vice in the hamlet of Ashburn. r _ I ~' - I ~ At their last meeting, council members unanimously to write to regional voted Canada Reflections of a Golden Age Post and "all appropriate" MPs protesting proposed changes at the small postal station, and requesting that the existing level of service be maintained. Oshawa councillor AI Mason was given permission to introduce the motion from a majority of those present. He informed his peers that Canada Post intended to change the level of service at the post office on Dec. 27, three days after the new owners of Ashburn General Store, hj, where the post office is located, take over ownership. Whitby councillor Gerry Emm said he had been told by Canada Post officials that no changes would be made after the change in owner- ship. He indicated he asked for the guarantee in writing, to which they agreed, but.no such guarantee was ever received. Rather, he said residents were notified there would be changes made effective Dec. 27. These changes include all sorting to be done at the Brooklin postal station, resulting in Ashburn residents receiving their mail a day late. It also stated only drop boxes and a few stamps would be availalbe in Ashburn. Councillors hope the action will add "clout" to a previous Town of Whitby resolution to contact Canada Post ana local MPs in an effort to maintain service in the northern community. By MABEL M. McCABE Another year is just about over. It's strange that as we get along in years Christmas seems to pile upon Christmas. When we were young the time was so long between that we though we'l never be able to wait and now we just get the decorations down and it's time to put thern up again. If you're anything like me you're always glad to get back to normal after the rush of holiday goings-on. I enjoy hearing Auld Lang Syne but it puts a lump in my throat now because there are always a few more friends gone from me. I say a prayer for them all and then look outward to whatever is in store for me in the days to come. I've said before 'rn not much for resolutions but L'll make one this year. Ilil keep on writing just as always and if my critics want to send letters that is great. It would not be right for all of us to think and act the same and this paper gives me a chance to say what I think in my own way. I have said many times here that I am unpaid and a nonprofessional writer who just started this to give all the seniors something to read that they could possibly relate to. It was a great surprise to find that many of my readers were young folks. I was delighted. I get so many nice phone calls from those who enjoy the things I write about. Those who disagree write to the paper. It's good for people to air their differences. I've always liked a good argument and the fact that folks write in means they are reading the things I put down in my articles. Thanks to all. I live alone now and I miss the discussions I had with my husband. They were real good loud, table-pounding, disagreements that we both enjoyed and laughed till we cried after they were over. Now my children are all away from me in their own homes but the boys occasionally call or drop in and give me a bit of practice once in a while. They know my arguments are a form of saying I love them and the same goes for me. We never are far from each other's thoughts and always we are in the hearts. One can only take so much mush. A good difference of opinion now and then can clear the air. We will see one another over the holidays and my phone will ring at least six times on New Year's Eve as they clock in to wish me a Happy New Year. Let me take this space to wish ail who read this the best the new year has to offer. May you al be healthy and prosper in the way you dream is best for you. Happy New Year THE CHRISTMAS ROBOT Once upon a time one Christmas I got a robot called Sol 1. He had a recharger. It looked like a tape. He didn't have to recharge it. He helped me clean my room up. It didn't take too long. He just threw the toys on the shelf. They were all tidy too. The recharger wasn't wearing out either. Matthew McCormack Gr. 2, Meadowcrest SANTA'S AMAZING IDEA "Ah yes,' ' excaimed Santa "I have a simply marvelous idea, I shall deliver food to developing countries, like Africa !" "But how" cried Weenerboggan Elf. "We are low enough in food." "I know" shouted Einstein Elf. "We shall convert the toy making machines into food making machines." And he explained how to do it to the other elves and Santa. For the next few weeks the elves were extremely busy converting the machines to make food. The only sounds that could-be heard was banging, roaring and crashing. Finally, the big day came and the last machine was finished. They turned on the machines and food started pouring out. "I hoped that would happen" shouted Einstein Elf "all right elves bring in the bulldozers." They filled up the bulldozers and come Christmas Eve they fed all of the developing countries. Scott Boehmer St. Leo's It was in a town called Bethlehem, The angels sang a soothing hymn. Because it was there in a manger forlorn, Jesus Christ son of God was born. From all around the people came, To share in the good wealth of his name. The three wise men who brought THE ELF IMPOSTER One night at the North1 something crawled through window. It was fifty below zer was a bad snowman. He sent a impostor into Santa's house. impostor told Santa the elves m quitting but Santa did not beliei and he kicked the elf out. Michael Stev Gr. 2, Meadowc CHRISTMAS é;IzL.JV uit~liU, Around the world are now wid told. Christmas is full of fun and joys, For all the little girls and boys. But remember Christ the King, Who gave us almost everything. Lori Carne Gr. 7, Meadowe Mansion on catalogue cove FROM PAGE 21 dowment, the private sector and membership to their organization. It has 17,000 English-speaking members and 2,000 French- speaking. They are always looking for new members, either in- dividuals or organized heritage groups. They have a staff of 30 who try to use their resources in a positive way to work with various heritage groups. According to Frank they are always looking for qua] Canadian crafts which are offer for sale through theirg catalogue, thereby allowing mo Canadian access. The organizat is also promoting bed and breakf accommodation in heritage areas "You might say we act as clearing house for those int heritage community in Canad said Franklin. Pole the o. It n elf The were ve it ens rest dely egie rest r lin, lity red gift ore ion ast s. sa the A Chi(dS C/iristmas students of our Wh'itby scFoo(s

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