Port Perry High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Port Perry, Ontario Canada)

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ESSAY'CONPETITION FANILY GHOSTS CEleanor Brabazon-First Prize! The other day, as I was rummaging through our attic, I came across 'a big, old, photograph album which I had not seen since I was a little girl. As I sat in the mid le of the attic floor, idly turning the pages of the book, I thought of all the people whose lives were port- hrayed in the photographs, and I wondered if they.were really so stern and formidable as their pictures made them seem. That.would their ghosts be like ghosts, members I with me On if I met them on some dark night? Surely they would be nice for after all they were my own relations and would not harm of their own family. Would you like to look through the album while I tell you about their lives? the first page we see my great-grandfather and his young wife who came to Canada from Ireland many years ago. They cut their home from the forest and spent many hard years in clearing the land. They had ten children, but only three of them survived the long, cold winters. My grandfather told me that they were ruled by anuiron hand, or perhajs a leather strap out in the wood-shed. Here is a picture of the two sons ,after they had grown to Ezra, was married three have three other ghosts -to hold his attention. be good stalwart men. The elder, my great-uncle times, therefore, I suppose that his ghost will trailing after him and they will all he trying I did not know his three wives, but from what f have heard, there are-many other family ghosts whom I would rather meet. The next picture is of my great-aunt Hatilda who was the third child of my great-grandparents. Although she looks very happy in this picture, I imagine that her ghost would be of the weeping and wailing type for she was jilted by the young man to whom she was engaged and she later died of a broken heart. 'J - . ' -Now'we'come to my grandfather whom I remember a little. His photo- graph does not do him justice, for it has forgotten the merry twinkle pwhich always shone in his eyes. He was a kind old man and used to give L me peppermints when I got restless in church. He worked unceasingly ffor others and was always doing kind acts, therefore, I am sure that ifhis ghost is one of 3anta's Christmas helpers. Perhaps I have seen him ,on a city street or perhaps he has come down my chimney on Christmas QEve, but I did not recognize him. However, even if he is just an ordin- ary ghost, he will surely have a peppermint in his pocket. '.l ' wh a mall me that oupnsinea.nttrnnn each other and this Qerteinly .was the case with my grandparents. Ky grand-mother was a penny-pincher and tried to hide her money in order to keep grandfather from giving it away. Nevertheless, grandfather could always find it, if some family required it. However, grandmother was a good woman and bake delicious cookies. I imagine that she would be a big fat needy could ghost with .a jar of cookies under her arm. 'bum -many .have the al- . You must be getting tired of my ghost tvlk. Let us close and put it back in its hiding-place until another day. There are more people in that album who are just as interesting as those we already talked about, but their ghosts can stay in hiding for a ilittle longer time. -L 'Y ti'

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v x A Da' l should Like to live Over Again Peter Oarswell Second Prize fi -I I sat leaning on one elbow in bed, l sounds of Northern Ontario. lnside the c gentle swish of.a caressing breeze as it of a grand old fir tree outside my window. would move and block off the dancing rays red-faced sun. The sun of that northerns wonderful in the summer time. It was lik morning with its beaming representatives mirror in rainbow colours. WAh this is istening to the awakening ottage all was quiet save the playfully rattled the needles Now and then a tree branch of a slowly rising. lazy. land of Ontario is always so e'a welcoming committee every dancing from the corner of my the lifein I thought as I rolled over getting ready for another hour's snooze: Crash went the door! Tramp, tramp we over to my bed. Jhack went a paddle on m went a very loud voice. Wwe T looked up and through half looming over my bed. 'He was jack sweater pulled out overg shinen. he said as once more missing me by inches. Nl am remembered almost in the same breathhthat go on a small canoe trip. Well, hurrfyll pack at me. I quickly dressed and we we the bright sunlight. The day was just as beautiful asiit room and so we were soon paddling in our reached our portagelin three,quarter5LQf crossing of canoe and baggage within the should have sleep filled unsl ven and a pain pf wo the'paddle h upV..l shout vu 4. nt the clod of heavy feet ' y amidships. fCome on Peteu, been on our way two hours ago eyes saw a large persdn ' warmly dressed in a lumber ' 11H.dw1aa1?ae.s,f fi. lEeiSs. wad' . ., T e was carrying descendedT'? 1 ed in selfidefence and - ire tofda was the day for-us to 'he' caiifeii a's he 'to's'seti 'my ' e soon outside. blinking in YY had promised to be from my canoe up the river. Ne an hpur and cv p, te ,p i 1'.our.' Over 'tai tiirtgaeqglmgt water grew narrower and we decided that if would be a good place to fish. ln only a very few minutes of trolling we had caught two lovely specimens of northern pike. These,wg.2ayed ugtil late afternoon when we reached a very inviting island. Our canoe graiedfon a sandy beach as we landed and after both a refreshing swim in the cool waters and.the hustling together of a fire we proceeded to cook our pike. They tasted delicious and we both agreed that no finer dish could be had in all the world. V After resting for some time and.watching the big fleesy clouds of l a perfect summer day drift along lazily l a slowly moving day excursion steamer, ve the afternoon until it was time to FQsJTH back down stream into the growing shadows we had reached our portage once more, the waters ahead. Twilight was upon us as we Over to the right a fish jumped and it st mosquitoes along by the shore line. Fart loon calling to its mate was heard and o to purple as the sunset faded away. we arrived home just as the first s twinkling laughter at our sunburned backs droves of mosquitoes dived on us. .we wer verhs C-EFS ke white sea-gulls following slowly and dreamily passed home. So drowsily paddled of the bushland. By the time sun was sinking into golden once more got under way. d the gathering throng of away a haunting cry of a ad the red clouds turned ifre her were coming out with their . As we touched the dock bombarded and completely iied ' tkfe 'bdat 'and Jian full' 'speed surrounded by the vicious creatured. We x to the shelter of the cottage. lnside we both our sunourns and mosquito bites were joined in with a whip-poor-will as he sang day. Soon all was still as night drew he were once more safe and soon all repaired. Je listened and his praised of a wonderful r curtain over everything.