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Single copy 35° | & cn [=] PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, May 14, 1985 -- 5 AY letters "Hats off" to our merchants Dear Sir: As residents of Port Perry for more than a quarter of a century, we are compelled through this media to record some personal thoughts of appreciation, relative to our progressive merchants. Within the past few years, we have witness- "ed a tremendous revela- tion in our business com- - 60 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 14, 1925 Some 500,000 small trees are being set out as a reforestration on the farm of Mr. Hooper in the Township of Cartwright. The plantings consist of soft maple, ash and spruce. : The Port Perry Horticulture Society have im- ported a shipment of over a thousand rose bushes to be given as a premium to members of the socie- ty, as a result the society has now a membership of over two hundred. Mr. George Williamson's fine barn at Seagrave was destroyed by fire. Both Bruce and Ray Williamson were badly burned while trying to rescue the stock. ' 35 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 11, 1950 Mr. Irwin Tripp, a Supertest dealer in Port Perry, was honoured for his fifteen years with the company at the Royal York Hotel and was presented with a silver tea service. Mr. Jack Sharpe of Uxbridge won the new Meteor car donated by Williams Motor Sales. The draw was made at a Gala Night sponsored by the Recreation Committee assisted by the Lions Club Business Men's Association and the local Veterans Association. St. John's Anglican Church, Blackstock is closed for renovations. Services were held in Nestleton Presbyterial Church. A petition and map for street lighting in Caesarea was presented at Cartwright Council, and the Clerk was instructed to ask the Hydro Commission to submit estimates. 25 YEARS AGO Thursday, May 12, 1960 The Port Perry Public School Choir won the highest honours in their class at the fourth annual Ontario County Music Festival in Ajax, under the leadership of Mrs. Grace Hastings. Fire swept across 25 acres on the Bar K Ranch south of the Shirley Road. Port Perry Merchants Softball team are play- ing in the South Ontario County League which is composed of nine clubs. They are: Oshawa Mer- chants, Oshawa Scugog Cleaners, Oshawa Im- perials, Brooklin, Whitby, Mount Zion, Markham, (Turn to page 6) munity, with extensive renovations and new structures, new businesses, etc. blossom- ing forth. All such im- provements definitely in- dicate pride of ownership and a total commitment to make Port Perry a clean, progressive and economically viable town. Our hats are certainly off to the forward looking business people, who at their own great expense and with a flare for ar- chitectural beauty have created shopping areas that are and should be the pride of all who claim Port Perry as their business or residential Should have dump open Dear Sir: The controversy over the Blackstock transfer station (dump) could be resolved if council had looked at the problem in a positive way instead of negative. However, we have to remember that they are politicians. The problem of com- mercial ventures using the transfer station as a dump caused the opera- tion costs to get out of hand. Council, without thinking, said restrict the hours, hire someone to keep commercial gar- bage out. Now we have a problem of interpreta- tion, old plaster from a bathroom of your own home is classed as com- mercial, therefore a small pail of plaster is commercial, where do you draw the line? Who draws the line? Had council thought of the cottagers who will soon - be here on the . weekends, had they thought about the Vic- toria day weekend when it seems that everybody wants to get rid of the household garbage left in basements, garages and yards. With the dump closed on this weekend, I can only imagine the mess on the dump road. Perhaps in a positive light we can look at the problem, too much com- mercial garbage, and the (Turn to page 6) STARDAZE 1 Ey DD QDH AD home. We can only hope that this transformation will pay dividends to those involved and substantiate the reality that Port Perry is the favourite shopping town in Durham Region. As residents of Port Perry, we all benefit from these im- provements by enhanc- ing the value of our homes. Let us all support our progressive mer- chants in their endeavours and even brag a little to all and sundry, what a beautiful clean family town we have in Port Perry. We trust that we echo the sentiments of fellow townspeople. Yours truly, Dorothy and Gerald Nelson, Port Perry ---s C.P~=a HAPPU RII ow HAPPY Rimi) Dy RA AA RI 5 bill smiley LOSING FACE ya oe ov, & > dishwashers: price, quality, length of existence. Dinner is brought to the table, everything piping A long, hard winter. About fourteen feet of snow in these parts. A blizzard in March. Another in April. A cold, brutal spring, with a cutting wind every day, even when the sun shone. However, that is quite normal for people in this country whose ancestors were stupid enough to migrate to Canada, instead of Australia or South Africa or Southern California. I got through it, somehow, getting up every day at the crack of noon to look out the window, see the snow swirling, say a bad word or two, and climb back into bed with a book, hoping someone would come to dig me out. Or, failing that, that everyone would leave me alone. to be found in June, in bed, and in extremis. It wasn't so bad, really. My daughter and grand- boys came for thé March break. And break it was. Ben seems to be hyper. Je never walks when he can dance. He never shuffles when he can jump. He kicked out one of the spokes in my stgircase. But he can't be hyper, because he can sit and watch TV for eight hours without moving a muscle or dven blinking. So much for psychiatry. And my son, Hugh, visited every few weeks, when he wasn't off in Central America, not being shot or cap- tured or kidnapped in Nicaragua. He wasn't even tor- tured. Yet, in Toronto, he was. Three druggies broke in on him. beat him up, poured boiling water all over him, smashed a kneecap with a hammer, and cleaned out all his hi-fi equipment. Funny world, eh? Of course, the kids love their father like a father. Always hugs and kisses, a tradition in our family. But I have to keep an eye on the bums. They're both always broke, and they know the old man has a few nickels in the sock. Kim sighs, "Boy, I'd like to have a house some day." And Hugh admits that he could get a $1,000 elec- tric piano into his room. He has instant recall. But he also has instant forgetfulness. Like who supplied the funds for his Central American sashay. I'll give you a hint. It was a close relative. But all these things, and even the fact that I haven't paid my 1983 (yes, that's 1983) income tax yet, have not created the malaise I feel this spring. There's something deeper. I'm losing face. Oh, I don't mean my physical face. It's disintegrating just like yours, and yours. No. I'm falling behind in the race. My pride has been badly bruised, and I can find no solution, even though my pride is pretty tenuous, and the solution seems simple. Every so often, one of my old friends invites me out to dinner. I don't know why. I'm about as sociable as a hibernating bear. Nonetheless, I accept with gratitude and anticipation: the wine flowing, the political and philosophical conversation, the change from frozen chicken pies. And every time it happens, I sort of slink into a material corner. Know why? Because every one of them has several things I don't have. You name it, they have it. After a meal, I suggest helping with the dishes. 'No problem, Bill, we'll just put them in the electric dishwasher." I wash mine in the kitchen sink, in a brown plastic bowl. When I wash them, which is at least twice a week. Then we spend half an hour talking about hot, and I learn, very quickly, that it was all cooked in something like twelve minutes, in the new microwave oven. That's good for another half-hour, as the ladies compare brands and recipes. Then, when I'm hoping for nothing worse than a re- run on TV, I find that mine hosts have a VCR, whatever that is, and we're about to watch a movie that at least three thousand people saw when it first came out, in 1939. Wow. Over brandy and cigars, we don't listen to records of Bach or Gershwin or Handel. We listen to tape recorders and compare prices and makes and decide on where the speakers should be. I sit in a corner, nodding pleasantly. I don't have any of these things, and can't even discuss them with knowledge, let alone animation. Oh, I don't have a backhouse. I do have a television set and get the right channel four out of ten times. I have a stove and a refrigerator. I handle the fridge quite well. I have electric lights and a furnace. But I don't have a dishwasher, except myself, nor a microwave oven, or a VCR, nor a home computer. | am a failure. Perhaps it's because I am not too mechanical. My wife used to handle all that nonsense. She could change a plug in the flash of an eye, while I was looking for the flashlight. I do have a vacuum cleaner, and I can run that. I got an electric shaver for Christmas, and it took me four days to try'it. I was scared. It's now broken. I have a food blender, but don't know how to work it. Pretty sad story for a guy who flew Spitfires. / op