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AA TW letters May have clouded the issue BASIE I asa Ee Dear Sir: The story on the front page of the October 2nd "Star" made much of Mayor Jerry Taylor's conflict of interest in three new subdivisions proposals and of Town- ship Councillors' apparent concern over the situation. Their con- cern is understandable but it must be remem- bered that Mayor Taylor is financially involved in only one of the three proposals, the one affecting Stephen- son's Point Road, and not in those affecting Williams Point or - Gerrows Beach. For Council to con- sider all three proposals together because of the Mayor's self-declared conflict would serve only to confuse and complicate the issue. This would tend to throw a smokescreen over the good and valid objections raised by Stephenson's Point residents against the application for re- zoning of land in their own area. Stephenson's Point residents did not object to the re-zoning applica- tion merely because the local Mayor was one of the land speculators involved - in their view this was just an unfor- tunate and politically distasteful complica- tion. Preferring not to make a public issue of this potentially embar- rassing aspect, they put. before Council a number of very strong legal, political and socio economic reasons why this particular piece of good agricultural land should not be re-zoned merely to accomodate the financial ambitions of two would-be part- time subdividers. Very (Turn to page 6) i. ab, PORT PERRY STAR -- Wed. October 10, 1984 -- 5 the PORT PERRY STAR CO (WTED 139 Quin STREL! &® CNA 20 Or 90 QQ PORT PERRY ONTARIO LO8 WO (410) 98% 738) J. PETER HVIDSTEN Publisher Advertising Manager : Member of the J.B. MCCLELLAND Canadian Community Newspaper Association Editor and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd , Port P . CATHY ROBB erry rt Perry, Ontario News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment ; of postage in cash. . WAOVAN COMMUNS cr A r Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35* w ¢ \O, \ Parga AsO Sie © COPYRIGHT -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the advertising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publishers remember when? # 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 9, 1924 Mr. Jas. A. Rider, of Port Perry, is going to start a new industry in the manufacturing of window shade fixtures. A barn owned by T. Stewarts Corporation, was struck by lightning and was totally destroyed by fire. After a number of years' activity in the music circles in Port Perry, Miss Estelle Bull has decided to leave Port Perry and move to Bloomfield. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 6, 1949 Greenbank United Church held its Anniversary service with guest speaker Rev. Morgan Rowland. Remember when you could buy sweet potatoes, 3 lbs. for .29¢ and cranberry sauce, 12 oz. for only .27¢. James Lee, Greenbank, was the winner of the horse plowing class in the annual Ontario County Plowing Match. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 8, 1959 The annual Port Perry Hockey Club meeting was held and the elections for office were as follows - President Barry Howey; 1st Vice-President Harold Knight; 2nd Vice- President Joe Fowler; and Secretary Harvey Hall. Remember when Grade A pre-dressed turkeys sold for only .39¢ per lb. and cranberries for .19¢ per pound. The following students were winners for the Inter- school Track and Field Meet - Doug McMillan, Phil Clark, Jim Burnett and Marie Parry. Jim Burnett broke two re- cords, one in discus and one in high jump. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 8, 1964 Joe Baker, Dale Beare and Barry Prentice were all presented trophies at the end of the 1964 softball season. The new cheerleaders, Susan Roach, Susanne Mac- Master, Barb Holtby, Betty Badour, Mary Bright, Peggy Foster, Gale Forder and Sharon Eade, did very well at the opening game of the Port Perry Football team. Wolf Cub, Larry Reesor, of Port Perry's B pack re- ceived his 14th badge in Cubbing, which completed the pro- ficiency badges required for a full-fledged Cub. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 9, 1969 The Women's Hospital Auxiliary recently opened a Tuck Shop in the Community Memorial Hospital. The shop is opened for the convenience of patients and visitors. James MacMaster, son of Dr. and Mrs. D.C. MacMaster, received his B.Sc. degree at the convocation held at the Universtiy of Guelph, on Friday, October 3, 1969. The Lake Scugog Historical Society and the U.C.W. of the Head Church, Scugog Island, agreed that Scugog Island's United Church of Canada, built in 1860, should be the site of the proposed Historical Museum of Port Perry, Reach and Scugog. Members of the Society and the U.C.W. will meet with local councils on October 22 to ask for co-operation in support of this project. Blackstock News - Ninety-three young persons took swimming lessons this summer under the leadership of Mrs. Roy Turner at Laurel Brook pond. Scugog News - Mr. C. Holt has returned home after a three week business trip in Europe. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, October 9, 1974 On Sunday, October 6, Mr. and Mrs. Harold McLaugh- lin held an Open House and entertained over 200 friends, relatives and neighbours on the occasion of their 25th Wedding Anniversary. Belated birthday greetings to Mr. Isaiah Irwin who celebrated his 95th birthday on October 3rd. Congratulations to Mrs. Sam Arnold who will celebrate her 80th birthday on October 9. Ashburn News - Visitors at the Herons last weekend were CPL Robert Towe of Lahr, Germany and Mr. and Mrs. W. McAndless and family. Mrs. Geri Langille, a blood donor clinic co-ordinator, reported 154 pints of blood were collected at the clinic held at the Port Perry United Church. bill smiley AS YEARS PASS US BY I was going to say, "There's nothing more boring than old people talking about the 'good old days' when they were young." Then I realized that I was out in left field, with nobody at bat, the pitcher chewing tobacco and spitting juice, the catcher fumbling around trying to adjust his athletic protector, as they now call a metal jockstrap. There are many things more boring. Little children who want one more horsey ride when your spine feels fractured in eight places from the 10 previous jaunts. Teenagers babbling endlessly about rock stars, boyfriends, girlfriends, and the money they need to keep up with friends. "How come we only have a 21 inch TV? I'm 16: why can't I stay out till 3a.m_ if want to? I'm the only girl in the class who doesn't have construction workers boots!" University students, perhaps the most boring creatures in our society. After the initial chirps of recognition: 'Oh, Mr. Smiley, how are you?" How's it going?" And then 40 minutes of straight, self-centered description of their university courses or their jobs, their professors, their disenchantment with their courses, their unspoken admission that they can't hack it, as you knew they couldn't in the first place. I manage to brush them off after about eight minutes with a cheery, "So long, Sam, great to hear you're doing so well, and best of luck. I have to go to an orgy for senior citizens that starts in four minutes, with the pornographic movie'. It's great to leave them there with their mouths hanging open. Next worse, in the boring department, are young couples who have produced one or two infants, and talk as though they'd swum the Atlantic, or climbed Mount Everest. "Let me tell you what Timmy (or Kimmy) said the other day. He was sawing wood in the nursery school and his saw slipped, and he pointed at his saw, and he said, 'Don't you dare do that', and the teacher told me, and she said it was the most hilarious thing she'd ever seen, and blah blah blah, and..." Boring. B-o-r-i-n-g. We can all top that type of story. My daughter, age 7, Grade 2, just getting over the San- ta Claus bit, came home one day and told my wife she knew what a certain familiar four-letter word that she'd seen scrawled on the sidewalk meant. At the time, rather absent-mindedly, with Dr. Spock lurking in the background, she enquired, 'And what does it mean, dear?' The response was, "When men and ladies lie down on top of each other and go to the bathroom.' That was the end of any birds and bees instruction. Next in the descending line of boring conversa- tionalists are middle-aged grandparents. The women, young enough to still elicit a whistle on a dark night, the men old enough to suck it their paunches when a bikini walks by, they act as though they had invented grandchildren. They whine exchanged whimpers about the baby-sitting they have to do. They brag that their grandchildren are the worst little devils in the world. Boring. And finally, we get to the elderly. Certainly some of them are boring, but they are the ones who have been bores all their lives. But the others, the salty ones, even though slowed by the body's increasing frailty, retain their saltiness, and even improve on it, because they don't give a god damn anymore. They can say what they like and do what they like. And they do. I've met or talked to three men in their late 80s recently. My father-in-law, 89, seemed rather frail when we arrived for a visit, at 3 p.m. At 11 that night we were still arguing religion and politics, at top form. I've told you about old Campbell, the 85-er who dowses wells and is set to go to Paraguay. Talked to my great-uncle, riddled with arthritis, and his voice and welcome were as warm and crackling as a fireplace freshly lit. This whole column was inspired by a clipping my sister sent me about 88 year old Lawrence Consitt of Perth, Ontario. Lawrence was present when the last man was hang- ed in Perth. His comment: 'It was strange". The man had turned to the crowd and smiled just before his death. He had murdered his wife. Today he'd be given a man-slaughter and six years. Lawrence started playing piano 79 §ears ago, at dances, at the silent pictures theatre. He got five dollars a night for a dance. The talkies knocked him out of a job in 1930. But he kept on playing ragtime and jazz wherever there was an opening. I listened to him improvise for the silent movies. I danced to his piano at country dances, with his nieces and great-nieces. He always had a crock. Took the pledge in 1925. It lasted 13 months. Got sick on a ship to France in 1918, and was too late to be killed. He never married; 'But I drank a lot of whiskey". He's in one of those Sunset Havens now, but when they ask him when he'll be back from a day in Perth, he says "It depends on who I meet". That's boring? Hang on, Lawrence. You gave great pleasure to many people. I hope I can stay as salty as you.