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6 - PORT PERRY STAR - Tuesday, June 23, 1992 | The Port Perry Star 188 MARY STREET - PORT PERRY, ONTARIO - LOL 1B7 PHONE (416) 985-7383 FAX (416) 985-3708 The Port Perry Star is authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa, for cash payment of postage. "Scugog's Community Newspaper of Choice" (CNA @ Member of the oo Canadian Community Newspaper Association BUSINESS OFFICE Office Manager - Gayle Stapley Accounting - Judy Ashby Billing Department - Louise Hope Retail Sales - Kathy Dudley EDITORIAL Publisher - J. Peter Hvidsten News Editor - Scott Anderson Features Editor - Julia Dempsey Sports Co-ordinator - Kelly Lown Reporter/Photographer - Marnie Luke RIBBON AWARD Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 Subscription Rate: 6Months-$17.72 includes $1.22GST 1992 1Year-$32.10 includes $2.10GST Foreign -$90.95 includes $5.95GST ADVERTISING Advertising Manager - AnnaJackman Advertising Sales - Jackie Metz Production - Pamela Hickey, BarbaraBell Barbara Lachapelle PRODUCTION Annabell Harrison, Trudy Empringham Robert Taylor, Marlene Moore, Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co. Ltd. Port Perry, Ontario * GST included in price Editorial Comment Ward 2 Councillor Marilyn Pearce has a mission. Her mission is to develop the waterfront in Port Perry into a major tourist attraction. Councillor Pearce has dreams to one day connect the land at Water Street and Highway 7A with the soccer fields in the north end of Port Perry. Along the way she would like to see a walking trail and bike trail constructed on the old railway lands near the municipal boat launch, as well as developing the area into a nature park for the public to enjoy wildlife and the flora and fauna. Much has already been done in pursuit of the goal as the Parks and Recreation Department works north. Water Street, once a sorry excuse for a road with numerous cav- ernous potholes, is now a beautiful drive. Palmer Park has also seen numerous changes over the past few years. Archways greet visitors as they enter the park. Landscaping has been added and a newly erect- ed and dedicated sign lets everyone know where they are. A large flagpole, a symbol of the proud Canadian stu- dents from Port Perry High School, flies in the park. Fur- ther down the park, the Latcham Centre is about to see a new addition to the building. So much has been done to beautify the waterfront, but so much more is needed. With the waterfront devel- oped according to the Parks and Recreation Committee's long-term plan, the Township of Scugog will have a lake- front park second to none in the Region of Durham. It will draw not only the residents of Scugog Township to the park, but will also attract tourists and the tourist dollar. Like a caterpillar transforming into a beautiful butter- fly, the shores of Lake Scugog is also transforming. And although the transformation is far from complete we can see changes already. The park is there for all of us to use and enjoy. Take care of it so it will always remain some- thing that we are proud of and other communities envi- ous. Keep The Feeling After 171 days and thousands of miles, the Proud to be Canadian Flag Tour reached its destination on June 20. Its destination was the Terry Fox Memorial Statue near Thunder Bay, Ontario. Two flags were launched on opposite ends of Cana- da on January 1 and 2. These flags toured across Cana- da, with special ceremonies held in each community in which it appeared. The feature event of this tour was the signing of special flags in the community by the children. When the organizers of this Tour, the Kinsmen Club of Canada, dreamed up this tour it had hoped for approxi- mately 1.25 children to sign these flags, commemorating Canada's 125th birthday celebrations. It appears the club underestimated a Canadian child's patriotism as close to five million children took part in the flag signing ceremo- nies. Dave Robinson, a resident of Seagrave and national president of the Kinsmen Club, said he believes the tour provided the people of Canada with a chance to prove just how patriotic they really are. In the eyes of the children Mr. Robinson noticed how proud they are, and in the expres- sions of the adults he noted some emotion. He saw people crying when they sang our national anthem. It also had an effect on Mr. Robinson. "I'm a changed person. | have a greater appreciation for our country be- cause of its vastness, its variety and the integrity and sin- cerity of the people." All of us who witnessed the Proud to be Canadian Tour have memories of it and have all developed special feelings towards our country. Let us not forget these feel- ings throughout the year. But TMA By-Law OFFICER | DR TES SAKE! -- Like Ais BeCAUSE 1M IN A bh BEPRD GROWING CONTEST! W T Look il an is fh fs i ge Ranmndorm Jottings TRUE NORTH The water glistened and danced under a bright evening sky last Monday night as we drove up to a dock perched precariously on the shoreline of the huge lake which stretched out for miles before our eyes. Lake Temagami was a most welcomed sight, after spending five hours on the road, and as I opened the door of the stuffy van, the crisp northern air rushed through my nostrils and filled my craving lungs. Aaahhhhh! This was indeed the true north! Stepping from confines of the cramped van we were greeted by our fishing comrades with a smile and two words - "you're late!" "Look at your watch," I shouted back, "we're only three minutes late. Not bad on a five hour trip, eh?" As we continued to chat, I looked out across the great expanse of blue water to the islands and shoreline which lay before us, cramped with tall, green pine and spruce trees, only accented occasionally by the trunk of the white birch. My mind drifted back to my first excursion to Temagami about 15 years ago. On that particular trip we arrived as the darkness of night enclosed the land. After loading the boat with enough provisions to last us a week, we made our way through the ink blackness of night, weaving between the islands and shoals. Our bowline was riding much too close to the waves, which slapped dangerously alongside the bulging gunnels, but we cautiously moved forward The cool night air was mixing with the warmer water, as we carefully headed out of fi bay, causing a mist to rise like light smoke o Jj the lake. The sensation of the smell of pines ke | resh air blended with the nippy mist settling on my face, making it an experience I'll never forget. We loaded the boat and headed off on the five-mile trip to the camp where other members of our group had already settled. Home for the next five days would be a small island accessible only by boat, with no phones and only a small generator to run the coffee pot Over the years, the owners had added a number of civilized conveniences such as propane lighting and heating, running water - made possible by pumping lake water into holding tanks in the rafters, the installation of a propane water heater which allowed for warm showers and a chemical toilet. While this all may sound uncivilized to some, these were giant steps forward. Thinking back once again, I remembered my first trip. The only way to get running water was running down to the lake with a bucket and bringing it back. The toilet was an outhouse in the bush, where its user was attacked by mosquitoes and black flies (depending on the season), a shower meant diving into the cool lake, and brushing teeth and washing hair was usually done in a fetal position on the rocks along the shoreline. Yes things certainly had improved over the past decade and a half. The generator made it possible to watch TV, brew a pot of coffee or sten to a radio. The warm shower, (probably the most appreciated modern convenience) made diving into 68 degree water, after crawling out of a warm sleeping bag, a fading recollection. Brushing teeth along the shoreline became a thing of the past and fighting the pesky - mosquitoes, which stalked anyone venturing to the lake in the early morning to wash hair and face, became a distant memory. But I couldn't resist the temptation. The sun was shining brightly as I awoke the first morning and as I crawled out of the warm slecping bag, the urge to renew my friendship with the lake was too strong to dismiss. Grabbing a towel, tooth Krush and shampoo, [ made my way down the rocky slope to the edge of the water. Suffering from Yk problems for the past five weeks made bending over far enough to get my face near the cool lake tough, but it was accomplished just the same. Cupping my hands, I dipped them into the lake then lifted the cold water and splashed it onto my face, jolting my body to attention. With this whim for the old days and the old ways satisfied, I was then content to enjoy the luxury of warm showers and running water for the remainder of the week. Aaaaaaah yes, the true north! -- --