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JON BAN IM It HRA ERY AG FN 3 Lin Y do SE re dH a a Sh hh fc bs Sn bP ia 4 EL attr RET letters PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, May 28, 1985 -- § Fair Queen Pageant not sexist Says Sunderland winner Dear Sir: With regard to Ms. Richard's letter to the Editor published in the Port Perry Star May 22 issue, she labels the Fair Queen Pageant as "bla- tant sexism."' 1 would like to argue her views. The 1986 Miss Port Perry Fair Queen is in- deed an ambassador for the Port Perry Fair. She will represent your fair at the C.N.E. Sweetheart of the Fairs Contest in Toronto. She will have the opportunity to win many beautiful once-in- a-lifetime prizes. Even by entering the local competition, you are ex- pressing an interest to get involved in your community. I should know. I am the 1984 Sunderland Fair Queen. | am preparing for the 1985 C.N.E. Sweetheart of the Fairs competition. 1 was crowned last fall at the Sunderland Fair. This past year was very ex- citing. I have had many opportunities to get in- volved in my communi- ty. I have been in the Santa Claus Parade, drawn prizes for contests and on June 2, I will be attending "A Touch of Scotland' at the Sunderland Fair Grounds as a represen- tative of my town. I have spent three days at the Annual Convention of Agricultural Societies in Toronto, held at the Royal York Hotel. all the Queens from Ontario were there and we had a chance to get to know each other and to attend seminars. | can go to the C.N.E. with the know- ledge that I can see some friendly faces and have fun while I represent my fair. If I succeed in plac- ing at the C.N.E,, fine. If I don't, I still have the memories of my year as Fair Queen to cherish and remember. I look forward to crowning the 1985 Sunderland Fair Queen this September, passing on to her the op- portunity to expand her horizons, as well as the chance to get involved in her community. Being judged for the Fair Queen, only 20 per- cent of your final marks are based on looks. The other 80 percent are bas- ed on how well you pre- sent yourself and for the STO PORT PERRY STAR CO LIMITED 233 QUEEN STREET PO BOXQO PORT OERRY ONTARIO LOB INO (416) 985.738) Publisher Editor TNS J.B. McCLELLAND CATHY ROBB News & Features 1984 [d:1r43 WILT WADVAN CoMmup, ch <4 (+Cha \ J. PETER HVIDSTEN Advertising Manager Member of the . Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Community Newspaper Association. Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Ltd, Port Perry, Ontario. Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department. Ottawa. and for cash payment of postage in cash. © 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. Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single copy 35* Em your character. I believe that I did not win the contest based on my appearance because all of the contestants were ible winners and any one of them could have won the con- test. It was the respon- sibility of the judges - a doctor, a lawyer and a director from another fair to choose a winner and the runner-up. I'm very proud, as are my family that I was chosen. Although 1 disagree with the terms "fine looking fillies with lots of smarts," I would still en- courage any girl who wants a challenge, a chance to meet new friends and most of all the opportunity to repre- sent Port Perry to enter the 1986 Port Perry Fair Queen Contest. If anyone has any questions about the responsibilities of a Fair Queen, please call me. I can answer your ques- tions from experience. 1-705-357-2160. 1 would love to have the oppor- tunity of living this year over. I entered the Sunderland Fair Queen Contest and I am glad that I did. Time will never change the memories that this past year has given me! Very Sincerely, Debbie Donneral, 1984 Sunderland Fair Queen. Dear Sir: Many of your readers may be aware that the week beginning May 5th was designated as "Men- tal Health Week" by the Canadian Mental Health Association. We at the Association's Durham Region Branch are very pleased that Mayors of our eight area munici- palities assisted us by making local pro- clamations. As President of the Board of Directors of the Durham Branch, I am pleased with the public's response to Mental Health Week and their participation in the special workshops which we offered and advertis- ed in various com- munities throughout the Region. I would also like to take this opportunity, however, to recognize the many individuals and organizations which assist us with our work on an ongoing basis as we strive to improve mental health services in our community. I would first like to ex- tend appreciation to the seventy-four volunteers and twelve staff associated with our agency who work so tirelessly in the planning and delivery of our core programs and services in areas such as housing, social rehabilitation, self-help groups, and public education. We have not worked alone, however. Our agency continues to receive crucial funding support from the United Way, and from in-. Mental health week dividual and corporate donors. The Government of Ontario continues its support, particularly in the areas of public awareness and preven- tion of mental illness. As you can see, the livihood of our organiza- tion is dependent upon the goodwill and dedica- tion of many sectors of the community. What I believe we share most collectively is the ability to recognize and the will- ingness to commit our- selves to some very basic principles; the need to prevent the conditions that result in emotional problems; the mission to reduce dependency on in- stitutionalization for those who can be treated as well by their own com- munities; and the belief that public action and commitment will over- come the frequent and increasingly apparent in- dignities that abound in the area of mental illness. | Thank you, everyone, for your continuing support. Sincerely, Henry Silver, President, Canadian Mental Health Association/ Durham Branch. Fire calls May 12 -- 6:28 am. Car Fire: Union Avenue: $1500.00 Loss: No Injuries. May 24 -- 3:50 p.m. Community Memorial Hospital: Alarms Ac- tivated: Malfunction STARDAZE r-- . GOMEONE" (6 HAVING A ' MEAN BARBECUE ' AROUND HERE. /y bill smiley V-E DAY REVISITED Among the spate of articles and reminiscences : answering the question: "Where were you on V-E Day?" perhaps you can abide one more. There will be all sorts of reunions and memories and tears over crosses in Canadian cemeteries in Europe this summer, forty years after the Russians romped into Berlin, Hitler committed suicide, the Third Reich came to an end, and Churchill announced: "The waw in Europe is ovah." I heard him say it, over the radio. It was a sunny day in May, and I, along with a number of other disgruntled guys, was sitting in the sun, leaning against the walls of our barracks, in Stalag Luft I, Pomerania, Germany. Most of is were swearing, while the people in Pic- cadilly were drinking and dancing in the streets, and Allied flags everywhere were flaring and church bells were ringing out the great news. Reason for our attitude? We were still behind barb- ed wire. The only change from a month before was there were Russian soldiers manning the machine guns in the sentry towers, instead of Germans. We had been unfor- tunate enough to be *'liberated" by the Ruskies. rather than the British, Canadians or Americans. We'd known it was near. We could hear gunfire to the east. On or about April 30th, we were called out for the usual *'appel," or counting of heads by the guards. This time it was a bit different. The camp commandant was plastered. He was staggering and giggling. Next morning, there wasn't a German in the camp. But our own people were in the guard towers and our senior officers, wisely, kept the gates shut and locked. There was chaos outside, and they didn't want us to get involved. That evening, the Russians arrived, and there was a stampede to the fences and gates to welcome our valiant allies. We were free! Well, not quite. Oh, we had one glorious evening of freedom. The Russians were about as organized as a school field trip without a supervisor. Many were hap- pily drunk, as it was May 1st, their great holiday. There was a lot of cheering and some embracing, after they threw open the gates. The prison camp was like a beehive. Some bright prisoners looted the Ger- man administration buildings and retrieved our pictures and other documents. (I still have my pictures, with name and number, front and side view). Nils Jorgenson and I, with a few hundred others, decided to go out on the town. Most of the guys were satisfied to stay in the camp. Safety in numbers. We walked through fields about a mile into the metropolis of Barth, on the Baltic Sea, a rather mean little village. Russians everywhere, still pouring into the town. These were not crack Russian troops. They were a mixture of riff-raff. Asiatic members of the mighty USSR, and drunks. Some were on horseback. Most of their mobile forces were wagons drawn by horses. It was a strange evening. Shots, screams, loud laughter. The villagers were almost non-existent, their shutters closed. We tried to talk to some of the Russians, but it was pretty hopeless. Many of them couldn't even speak Rus- sian, let alone English, French or German One vivid image remains. A veritable Cossack tear- ing along on horseback, great, swooping moustache, a monkey sitting on one shoulder, a machine-pistol strap- ped to the other, and a balaleika swinging on his back. Nils, who had a fair command of German, and I, poked around. Came to a big house, set back from the street. Boldly walked up and rang the bell. A terrified little old lady finally opened the door an inch. Nils spoke gently to her. She scuttled off and returned with a for- midable elderly female who was going to brook no nonsense. Nils gave her the old charm again, and she melted with relief when she realized we were not Russians, about to rape everybody in the -- as it turned out to be -- old ladies' home she ran. She spoke excellent English, and when she learned I was a Canadian, she started a conversation about Canadian writer Mazo de la Roche. Weird and in- congruous, with what was going on outside. Not all of our evening was as pleasant. We wandered down to the docks, hoping to scrounge some fish, a nice change from turnips and black bread. We got four tins of herring, but not without scars. A few Germans on the dock has just removed from a fishing boat, a man, a woman and two young girls. They were covered in blood. Our question elicited that the man had killed his wife and daughters, then himself, with a knife, in terror of the Russians. It might have been something else, but that was all we learned. Next morning, there were Russian guards in the towers, and a week later, we heard the war was over.