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DIAM SERIES 3 0ND 14015 This would inspire him to open his own studio on Main Street in Stouffville, first above the Ratc- lifi‘ Foodliner, now the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce. and later west of Park Drive. The latter site served as both a residence and work place. Word of his expertise soon spread. prompting calls outside Stouffville including Markham. Uxbridge, Claremont and Port Perry. His wedding albums and portraits still remain treasured mementoes within hundreds of In 1942. with the Second World War already undenNay. he joined the Royal Air Force. advancing to the rank of flying officer. For a time. it was his responsibility to pilot huge Dakota transports on mis- sions from England to India. Initially. photography was not a preferred career. However. he was bitten by the Shutterbug after join- ing the stafl of Toronto's Meyers Studios. He became so proficient within the profession he was later selected to manage a company store in Guelph. 0 his parents he was Edmund.To his base- ball pals he was To me he was Ted. Appropriately embracing all of these would be the descriptive ‘friend'. For Edmund “Ted” (ladieux. formerly of Stouffville and later of Cannington. was everyone's fn'end. everyone fortunate enough to know him. His associates num- bered hundreds. At age 20, he was one of the youngest Canadians to fly this type of aircraft across the Atlantic. The greater part of his war service. howâ€" ever, was spent in the Middle East. He was honourany discharged in A Stoufiville native. Ted received his formal education at Summitview Public School. Stoufi'ville Continua- tion School and Markham High. Ted passed away )une l at Ross Memqrial Hospital in Lindsay. He BRHHW!‘ l‘l RM)RMAN( h Colourful life of black and white photog on IMF“: However. Ted's early arrival on the scene of the serious Brier- bush Hospital the on what's now Stouffville's Spring Street. more than evened the score. Looking back, there were It was in 1954 that I purchased my first of two press cameras. While 1 had no knowledge con- ceming their operation. it was Ted who. on his own time, taught me everything I needed to know. The cameras. plus Ted's training, added a new commitment to my newspa- per career. l'll be forever grateful. While news photography was top priority. the ability to capture events on film opened yet anoth- er door -â€"- weddings. When Sat- urday engagements proved more than one person could handle. Ted eased me into the vocation. On many occasions I served as a fill-in until he arrived. Although through the years we worked closely together, for a short period we were arch rivals. I served as a correspondent for The Toron- to Telegram and Ted was hired by The Toronto Star. My tendency to embellish stories â€"â€" slightly â€" tended to drive Ted and The Star's suburban editor crazy. While black and white photogra- phy was his specialty. he seemed to anticipate the popularity of colour and quickly adjusted to the conver sion. Again. results knew no equal. homes. Roaming Around with Jim Thomas But it wasn't all work and no play for "Bi Sam”. In 1951. three years after e Stoufiville Red Sox baseball team was organized. Ted became a roster regular. holding down a left field position. There he performed admirably. using an age-old cowhide glove or “pud” as he called it. to snag balls that would have evaded any average player. A year before the "l‘ri-(Zounty league disbanded. he served as president. fimMmisaStaMleresidmtwho haswfittwloraleanewspmerslormthan Following retirement from stu- dio photography. Ted worked at Stouffville's Birkett-Hassard Insur- ance. Unique was the fact four for- mer baseball players -â€" Bob Has- sard. Lorne Boadway. Les Clarke and Ted â€"- sewed on staff at the same time. He was the 1965 master of Stouffvifle‘s Richardson Masonic Besides his wife. the former loan Baxter. Ted is survived by two sons. Mike and Jim; a sister Carol; five grandchildren and one great- grandson. He was predeceased by a daughter Trudy and brothers Charles, Donald and Joseph. Another occasion that irritated him greatly followed his atten~ dance at a rather exclusive police~ men's ball in downtown Toronto. Ironically. en route home. he was pulled over by a traffic officer and charged with speeding. A story and Ted‘s photo appeared on the front page of the following week’s paper. humorous times, too. When the two Toronto dailies heard of a cat- tlerustling incident in Uxbridge. Ted and l were dispatched. While running through a farm field. a heavy downpour occurred. To protect his camera. Ted tucked the Graphic down the front of his pants This encumbrance averted his attention. He failed to see an electric fence dividing two proper- ties. l ducked under the wire but he became entangled, a calamity no words could describe. OPINION t Suburban showdown , l with the masked intruder I know from our stories on coyotes. foxes and God's other creatures that we small town- ers are merely invading their territory. I’ve heard her scurtying around. I've seen the damage she's inflicted on my soflit. The neighbours have spotted her. or another raccoon. scaling trees and brick walls like the most nimble kid in the playground. Before this. I had zero rac- coon experience. Yes. we did capture and relocate a muskrat that shipwrecked into our win- dow well years ago. That was child's play. And for the past two weeks. that little mask has haunted my dreams. and my days. instead of enjoying the lays' run and the NHL and NBA finals. l'm looking up raccoon bait on the Internet and walk- ing through my yard wielding an old hockey stick. feeling like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torinn. Our raccoon has avoided the buffet of menu choices placed in a live trap. but appears to enjoy the scent of tuna the most. But whoeve; moved into the crawlspace atop my garage in north Stoufl'ville was allâ€"rac- coon. And there was no Bible waiting at check-in. I saw her, lounging in a lawn chair. That darling face of a bandit might be cute in car- toons. But it scared the bejee- bers out of me as I unknow- ingly trotted the garbage cans past her to the curb at dusk. ocky Raccoon checked into his room Only to find Gideon's Bible With apologies to The Beat- les, I'm not sure if his, or more likely her. name was Rocky. Ralph or Rasputin. Jim Mason IS editor of The Sun-Tribune. Follow him on Twitter @stoufieditw , They can have more than one nest. So, sounding like a bad country song. when I thought she was gone for good. she really wasn't. I‘m not sure how this was verified. but ammonia appar- ently smells like raccoon pee. It's a deterrent. ()n the other hand. a dish of sparkling antifreeze is not a choice for bait. unless you want the stench of dead varmim wafting through the innards of your home and the animal rights defenders at your door. Sorry. Rocky. And I know you can't believe everything you read â€" anywhere â€" but I think I now know raccoons can be rabid. and thus deadly dangerous. Wear thick gloves. Keep the other pets indoors. My eavestrough is now patched with more duct tape than Red Green ever used. The unwanted squawk of raccoon kits or cubs has been not been heard from the attic. The trash cans remain upright. But the watbh Eontinues. Rocky. with Jim Mason OffThe Top Fl to a a 5 Markham i Tl‘iéa‘ti‘é‘ UVE ARTS MATTERS FIIATO