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lie I - SS A i i. HE k naa letters Reader in defense of council Dear Sir: Your letter writer, Mr. Krempowich, does us all a disservice with his at- tack on the majority of Council and his gushing adulation of Councillor John Wolters. I am sure that Mr. Wolters was em- barrassed to be singled out as the only Councillor with "principles and courage', and might be alarmed to appear so pressure group with an obvious bias. Our Councillors and Mayor do a difficult and usually thankless job, for very little remuneration, and they do it well. am sure that they all took the positions they believed. were right, no matter which *'side' their stand supported. They were in a classic no-win situation. aware of how little the Mayor and Council are. paid for the work they do on our behalf. We cannot criticize them for occa- sionally being in conflict- of-interest situations, when they must do other work to survive. Our con- tribution to their livelihood is so small that their efforts in Council are almost volunteer ° community service! homes would inject an. extra $2,000,000.00 into the local economy. The new residents would buy furniture, cars, and ser- vices locally. They would bring their talents and a few new businesses to our area. An extra $3,000.00 would be paid into the local tax coffers every year, lessening the burden on the rest of us. Personally, I don't care PORT PERRY STAR -- Tues. October 30, 1984 -- 5 the PORT PERRY STAR CO LIMITED S139 QUEEN STREET PO 80100 PORT PERRY ONTARIO LO8 INO (410) 083 738) {» CNA 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 CATHY ROBB Port Perry Star Co. Ltd . Port Perry, Ontario. News & Features Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, and for cash payment of postage in cash WADVAN COMMUN 14 A " 0 \ ita Peps 34S ch Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Ve Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35* © 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 easily swayed by a small Readers should be Twenty two new (Turn to page 6) remember when? . 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 30, 1924 In the South Ontario Ploughing Contest, Mr. James Lee of Greenbank, won first place in Class 1, in sod and won the Mr. Wattham's medal. W.C. Sonley, Manchester, also won in Class 2. The bonds stolen in the safe robbery of Hogg & Lytle were returned to Mr. James Lucas, manager. The culprit was picked up by the Toronto Detective Department and put behind bars. Winter apples will be delivered to Port Perry by barrels and will cost $3.00, barrels included. About $500. worth of improvements are being made to the Port Perry Skating Rink. The building has been painted, the west roof repaired, the east wing roof recovered, the ditch cleaned, weeds removed, tile drains put in each curling space, the east chimney rebuilt and the whole in- terior leveled. 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 27, 1949 Bro. H.G. Hutcheson received a fifty year Past Mas- ters Medal at a Fidelity Lodge gathering. Bro. Hutch- eson was District Grand Master of Ontario District No. 12 in 1908. Ronald K. Marquis of R.R. 1, Sunderland, was among the 1949 Champion Ploughmen who won an all expense paid trip to the British Isles. Mr. Ivan Haugen arrived in Norway from Port Perry to visit his family. Mrs. Luella Kennedy was installed as Nobel Grand of Maybelle Rebekah Lodge for the coming year. Mr. Bill Williams, citizenship convenor for the Alpha Club, supplied the entertainment for the meeting at the United Church and Charles Popert was guest artist with his accordian. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 29, 1959 - Mr. Herman Kerry, Epsom, is building another house on his farm. : Jean Bright of Seagrave, received the Intermediate Teachers Certificate in Baton Twirling at Smelxler's Twirling School at Watkins Glen, N.Y. Jean is the daugh- ter of Mr. and Mrs. Grant Bright. Officers for the Port Perry Arena this year are Manager C.S. Lake, President Ted Griffen, and Vice-President Mike Oke. Port Perry High School Rugby team played a tremen- dous game against Sutton, winning 12 to 6. Touchdown honours go to John Croxall and Richard Carnegie. 20 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 29, 1964 Two hundred and twenty-five members and friends were present to see the installation of officers for Maybelle Rebekah Lodge. Vice Grand installed was Sister Ruby Roach and Noble Grand was Sister Helen Redman. Don Cochrane was elected president of the the District Minor Softball Association. At a regular meeting of the Scout and Cub mothers, Mrs. Leslie MacDonald (Lil), was guest of honour before leaving Port Perry to take up residence in Toronto. The annual Arts and Crafts show sponsored by the Louise Patterson Guild, had over forty oil paintings on dis- play, courtesy of Mrs. Marion Boyd and her art class. 15 YEARS AGO Thursday, October 30, 1969 Charles Reesor, with some 17 years of service to the young cubs of Port Perry, was honoured recently by his own "B" Pack. On Saturday afternoon friends, neighbours and rela- tives of Mrs. May Crooks, gathered at the home of her grandson, Mr. George Jackson, Port Perry, to wish her a happy 90th birthday. A resident of Port Perry for 27 years, Mrs. Emma Webster was honoured on Saturday evening, October 5th at a dinner at the Senior Citizen's Hall, the occasion being her 80th birthday. 10 YEARS AGO Wednesday, October 30, 1974 Mr. William F.E. Armstrong, a former resident of Cartwright and now residing on Casimir Street, Port Perry, recently celebrated his 96th birthday. Mr. Stephen Perkins, 78, will soon be leaving his four room house in Prince Albert and will be moving into a brand new senior citizen's apartment in Port Perry. Utica News - Mr. and Mrs. Earl Fielding attended the opening of the new Canadian Tire store in Sutton, where their son, Jim, is employed. They later called on Mr. and Mrs. Lou Fielding of Kenwick. The 5 member Carling Aerobatic Team has been pro- minent in our area during the past six months. Joel Aldred, a director for Carling O'Keefe Breweries, is a former RCAF Squadron Leader and holds the Distinguish- ed Flying Cross. Several weeks ago Victor and Joel flew with team members, Mike O'Hanlon and Stefan Karwowski. bill smiley rs SLEEPING IN A BOX-CAR It's been a long way from there to here. Just forty years ago, I was lying on the floor of a box-car in north- east Holland, beaten up and tied up. And half-frozen. And half-starved. Today, I'm sitting in a big, brick house, with the fur- nace pumping away, a refrigerator stuffed with food, and my choice of three soft, warm beds. Forty years seems like eternity if you're a teenager, but they've gone by like the winking of an eye, as most old-timers will confirm. Back then, I was tied up because I'd tried to escape. It wasn't pleasant. They had no rope, so they tied my wrists and ankles with wire. I was beaten up because I'd managed to pilfer a sandwich, a pipe and tobacco from the guard's overcoat pockets when they weren't looking, and these, along with a foot-long piece of lead pipe, popped out of my battle-dress jacket when the sergeant in charge of the guards gave me a round-house clout on the ear just before escorting me back on the train headed for Germany. Served me right. I should have ignored all that stuff we were taught in training: "'It's an officer's duty to try to escape,' and gone quietly off to sit out the war, which I did anyway, in the long run. But the next few weeks weren't pleasant. I couldn't walk, because my left kneecap was kicked out of kilter. Every bone in my body ached. My face looked like a bowl of borstch, as I discovered when a "friendly" guard let me look in his shaving mirror. Worst of all, there was nothing to read. When I have nothing to read, I start pacing the walls. But I couldn't pace the walls because I was on the floor, and tied up. Anyway, the light wasn't so good. One little barred window. Perhaps even the worstest of all was my daily ablu- tions. And I don't mean washing one's face and arm- pits. I had to be lugged out of the box-car by a guard, since only one leg was working, helped down the steps, and ushered to the railway bank. Ever try to do your dailies (and I don't mean push- ups), with two hands planted in cinders, one leg stuck straight ahead, the other propping you up, and a guy pointing a revolver at you? It's a wonder I wasn't con- stipated for life. One day the guard almost shot me. I never understood why. He was a rather decent young chap, about 21, blond, spoke a bit of French, so that we could communicate in a rudimentary way. He was a paratrooper who had been wounded in France and seconded 10 the mundane job of guarding Allied prisoners. He hadn't taken part in the kicking and punching at the railway station, for his own reasons. Perhaps pride. He was a soldier, not a member of the Feldgendarmerie. But this day he was out of sorts. Perhaps sick of be- ing a male nurse. His eyes got very blue and very cold, and he cocked his revolver. All I could do was turn the big baby-blues on him and mutely appeal. It worked. He muttered spmething, probably a curse, holstered his gun, and shoved me roughly back into the box-car. Why did Hans Schmidt (his real name) not kill me that day? He was fed up with a job on which rations were minimal, comfort almost non-exitant, and duties boring and demeaning. There was another Schmidt in the detail, Alfred. He was a different kettle, though he, too, was a wounded paratrooper. He was as dark as Hans was fair, as sour as Hans was sunny. He would have shot me, in the same mood, and written it off as "killed while attempting to escape." Luck of the draw. Another hairy incident in that October, 40 years ago, was the night the train was attacked by a British fighter- bomber, probably a Mosquito, perhaps even navigated by my old friend Dave McIntosh. I was dozing, on an off (you didn't sleep much, tied up, on the wooden floor of a box-car) when there was a great screeching of brakes, a wild shouting from the guards as they bailed out of the train, then the roar of an engine and the sound of cannon-fire as the attacker swept up and down the train, strafing. As you can understand, I wasn't hit, and the bums in the aircraft didn't even put the train out of commis- sion, bv' have you ever seen a man curled up into a shape about the size of a little finger? That was ich. Sorry if I've bored you with these reminiscences. But they are all as clear, or moreso, than what I had for lunch today. Forty years. Time to complete the war, finish university, marriage, children, 11 years as a weekly editor, 23 years as a teacher, a year in The San for non- existent T.B., and 30 years as a columnist. I couldn't hack all that today. But I can go to bed and say, "This beats the hell out of sleeping in a box- car." Leg ee ----_