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All good things come to an end Things to do July 12 View from the Strip By Casey Lessard The inevitable day has arrived. I had hoped I would be able to continue to provide the Grand Bend Strip newspaper for free indefinitely, but after thinking long and hard this spring, I realize that the only way for the paper to publish this winter is to ask for your support. Like you, I value the ability to learn more about the people who live and work in this community. I love meeting you and capturing your memories for the paper. This is what I feel I can bring to this community, and I want to stay here. I also feel it’s important to bring to light some of the problems that exist here, and the challenges we face in this community. I’m

willing to put the work into creating quality journalism here, but I can’t do it alone. The Strip will continue to be free until the end of the summer, which on most people’s calendar is the Thanksgiving weekend. After that, it will be available only to Strip Club VIP members. Even the website will be restricted to VIPs. I have yet to decide whether the exclusivity will continue next summer. I promise to make membership worthwhile, and hope you will contribute to surveys to improve the paper, and take advantage of special offers from our advertising clients. For more information about club membership, please see the ad on this page and on page 9.

Looking for something fun to do with the family? There are several great events happening the weekend of July 12, including the Kettle Point Pow-Wow, which takes place on the reserve Saturday and Sunday. The event features native dance, music, food and crafts in a beautiful park setting. Meanwhile, Saturday July 12, Parkhill hosts its second annual Cardboard Boat Races at the dam on the north end of town. The event starts at 10 a.m. with canoe races, inner tube races and cardboard races (12 noon). Admission is $3, with live music by Fathead, 2008 Juno winner for blues album of the year. For more information and to register your boat, visit:

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Distribution: Joan McCullough, Rita Lessard and Casey Lessard Contributors: Tom & Rita Lessard Anjhela Michielsen Jenipher Appleton - nature/birding James Eddington - Eddingtons of Exeter Tamara Nicola - Cameron Rankin - Sand Hills Golf

Volunteers are needed for the RONA MS Bike Tour The RONA MS Bike Tour is a pledgebased fundraising event that provides Canadians with the opportunity to ride through scenic countryside from Grand Bend to London and back. Over 1200 cyclists have already registered for the two-day event. To the Editor, I read with interest your article on the Sexsmith pilots. I was glad to hear that Sexsmith Airfield is, according to Ron Helm, “… nice here; it’s quiet.” Unfortunately, that is something I can’t say for Grand Bend, with planes constantly buzzing overhead all day long. One in particular - perhaps the home made one - has a particularly loud engine. I too lived through the war in England, and I have to say that the planes constantly cir-

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cling overhead bring back childhood memories of Spitfires and Messerschmidt’s fighting it out over the top of our house. Could they not find a less developed area to do their flying over, perhaps even the lake? We would be eternally grateful for a little of the peace and quiet found at Sexsmith Airfield. Heather Crickmere Grand Bend

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A split second changed everything Denis Shackel’s journey of friendship, loss, and salvation on Mount Ruapehu Grand Bend resident Denis Shackel lives in Oakwood Park with his wife, photographer Mary Lynn Fluter, and their home is among eight locations on the Grand Bend and Area Horticultural Society’s Home and Garden Tour, which takes place Saturday. A New Zealander by birth, Shackel grew up enjoying the outdoors, staying active as a longdistance runner, playing soccer and field hockey (he represented the New Zealand national team), and mountain climbing. After working as an elementary teacher for six years, Shackel came to Canada in 1969 to do his Ph.D. in psychology at the University of Toronto. He stayed and worked at the U of T’s Ontario Institute for Studies in Education for 29 years before leaving to work as a management communications professor at the University of Western Ontario’s Ivey business school. His move to London – and eventually Grand Bend – was triggered by a fateful day in May 1997, when he and his brother-in-law Bruce climbed New Zealand’s Mount Ruapehu.

As told to Casey Lessard I have only one sister, Kathleen, and I’m really close with her. My brother-in-law and I had talked for years about climbing Mount Cook, which is not only the largest mountain in New Zealand, but it happens to be the name of the school where I first taught; its Maori name is Aorangi. Every morning I would go into class, and here was this magnificent black and white photograph by the door, so I always wanted to climb it. Sir Edmund Hillary – the first man to summit Mount Everest – did all his training on Mount Cook. Bruce wrote me a letter and persuaded me that it was probably irresponsible to do it because we were both fathers and husbands, and because lots of people had been killed on Mount Cook. He persuaded me to give up that dream and suggested we climb Mount Ruapehu instead. He said, “I’ve not only climbed Mt. Ruapehu ten times, but I’ve taken my daughter over it. I’ll be your leader, I’ll be your coach.” It was something we planned and looked forward to.

May 17, 1997 Kathleen, Bruce and I camped the night before, and Bruce and I started climbing at 4 a.m., before daybreak. Kathleen was to drive the camper van to the other side to pick us up at 5 p.m. Bruce and I headed off (without ropes connecting each other), and by the time we got to snow at about 3,000’, Bruce says to me, “Okay bro, you have to prove that you can pass the test before I take you any further.” He had arranged with Kathleen that she would stay at the campsite until 10 a.m. because he wanted to be sure I could hold onto the ice axe in a particular way, and I had to demonstrate that I could remember how to stop myself if I fell.

but felt a natural high; I was pumped with exhilaration.

A sudden change From that spot, my exhilaration and excitement changed dramatically because I could see that his right boot crampons were off on a funny angle. He did not have adequate support and he didn’t know it. All I said to him was, “Bruce, your crampon’s coming off.” At an alarming and unimaginable speed that I would never have predicted, I saw him turn his body slightly, presumably to see what on Earth I meant by the warning. He just went, Bang! and slammed down onto his back. He’s a big guy, plus the weight of the pack, and a 45º slope, and he started a slide that I would never have predicted would be so fast. Before we could even exchange words, he started a slide that the police told me later would have been over 100 miles per hour within five seconds. He just started this slide slightly to my left and while there was no time for talking, I do vividly recall he was on his back and we made eye contact for a split second. I’ll never forget the look on his face. I stuck out my left hand and, being on his Grand Bend resident Denis Shackel and his brother-in-law Bruce (seen here) set out back, he stuck out his left hand, too. Our May 17, 1997 to fulfill a dream of climbing New Zealand’s Mount Ruapehu. hands were getting closer, and when they He confessed to me that he didn’t think I a direct sun. I would estimate it to be about were about a yard apart, Bruce pulled his was going to pass the test and he didn’t want 80ºF (26ºC). That week in May the weather hand back. Kathleen to have headed to the other side of was unusually hot during the day and unusuI’ve taken the years of my life, and when the mountain, leaving us without a way home. ally cold during the night. This weather turns The old man passed the test, and we con- ice into what climbers call a boilerplate, so it you multiply that by 365, and multiply that by 24 times 60 times 60, I’ve been around for tinued on. At this point, I’m pretty happy; becomes like steel. We were really sweating, so it was pleasant over 2,000,000,000 seconds. The one second he’s a bit surprised and we were joking about it. We went past an old deserted ski slope and to stand and wait. Bruce had taught me to put that is so profound for me is his split second beautiful ice fields that weren’t that difficult on layers and layers of clothing: leggings, mul- choice to pull his hand back. We knew what to negotiate. From 3,000’, we had a fantastic tiple layers of all sorts of stuff because it was was going to happen. There was no way I view of the majesty of the surrounding peaks. quite chilly when we started. But at 8,000’, could have helped him. Had he accepted my We could see Mount Egmont, which is 200 we were sweating like pigs. We had stripped hand, I wouldn’t be here. In that split second he chose instead to miles away. The clarity of the bright blue sky off and now I was wearing a sun hat, t-shirt, – it was cloudless at that stage – was spec- shorts, and a pair of socks, I had my ice axe roll over and try to stop himself, so my last tacular. We were increasingly excited to be in and crampons. All of my clothes were in the glimpse of him before he disappeared behind one another’s company, and he was giving me pack, which he was carrying, and he also had some rocks beneath me was witnessing his a hard time for not being as fit as he was. We all of the water bottles, chocolate, the food, accuracy, his competency; he did everything medical supplies, and everything. perfectly. But even with his accuracy, his big were enjoying the view and the scenery. If you can picture him telling me to stay on muscles and strength, he couldn’t get the axe It was still morning when we got up to about 8,000’, and we could see the peak and this de-iced rock and watch, I vividly recall into the ice because it was like steel. He was where we had to go to reach it. Just out of feeling still elated and enjoying it and watch- unstoppable. interest, he pointed out a hut anchored into ing how he went up about 50’ higher than I didn’t know that he was almost instantthe mountain, fairly close to the peak. At that where I was. He turns around and says, “Okay, your turn. Dig ‘em in.” This was a reference to ly dead; I didn’t want to think that way. I stage I didn’t think too much about it. remember being so struck with the impact The glacier was a bit steep at this point dig the toes of my crampons into the slope. He cheers me on and encourages me to of what he had done and the seriousness of – about 45º – and it was going to take a little care to ensure that we got there. He said, follow. It wasn’t a matter of going literally in it that I must have blanked out for a few sec“Look. Watch me and I’ll show you how to his footsteps because the ice was too hard. onds. I came to, hanging onto the rock I had negotiate that.” He had instructed me how He just gave me a rough idea and it was my de-iced. In my stunned state I realized, Ooh, to de-ice a rock; all you had to do was turn job to remember how he did it; I was fairly he could have hurt himself. This is serious. I the ice axe sideways, hit the surface of a rock confident so I didn’t have any question that might have to carry him all the way down. When I stood up and started looking down, sticking out of the glacier, and it would break I’d be able to do it. I was aiming at a rock that the ice on top, leaving a rock you could stand was sticking out between where I had initially I was surprised that I couldn’t see him. I called started this stretch and where he was stand- out his name and told him to hang in there. on that was wet but not slippery. ing. I got to that spot feeling elated. I hit it “Bruce, I’m coming. Where are you? Where It was a glorious day with no clouds and with the axe, stood on it and I had no drugs are you?”

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“I got through the night five seconds at a time” I went on like this for a good hour, increasingly worried, increasingly tired. My legs started to shake. When you’re on your toes all the way up, your muscles get pretty tight. By the time it was about 3 p.m., I was not only physically tired, but I was emotionally a mess because I couldn’t find him and I began to think I’d let him down. I kept looking behind rocks and was increasingly surprised that I couldn’t see. When the clouds start coming in and block the view of pretty well anything, I was really shaken physically and emotionally and wondered what the heck I was going to do now. Do I go down into the cloud and probably get lost in the bush? Bruce had brought me up based on his knowledge because there are no established routes. At that point of indecision, I suddenly remembered the hut that he had pointed out and I chose to go back to the hut thinking there would be supplies, radio, cell phone, I wanted to open the rations can, so I used something. I needed help and I was so con- my crampons to punch into it and pried open fused and upset. enough of the tin to pour out its contents. There were three or four cans of spaghetti in it, with 1983 written on the outside of each Seeking shelter As the sun started to curl around the moun- can. This is 1997. There were candles, and a tain and it started to get colder and colder, I box of matches, which were a real Godsend was heading up. It was probably not a smart because they worked. I was not hungry, but I would have given move because as I got to the spot fairly close to where he slipped, I could now see the hut, anything for the water bottles in Bruce’s pack; and it was further than I thought, and there I was thirsty as hell. When I opened the spawas a 12-15’ tall ice wall between where I was ghetti cans, there was rust on the inside and it stank. I didn’t care that I couldn’t eat it; it was standing and the hut. Eventually when I did get to the hut, I the can I wanted. It didn’t take much to throw found a thick coat of ice on the door and I out the rotten spaghetti, chip some ice off the had to use my axe to get in and pry open the door, and put another empty can with candles door. It was then I realized I had not made in it, and melt the ice to quench my thirst. Oddly, there was a New Zealand lager stein a smart move. There was no cell phone, no radio. It was about a 10’ by 10’, 2x4 structure can up against the wall, and it was not frozen with corrugated walls and a peaked corru- because it had been in the sunlight during gated roof. It had had people in it, but there the day. Being a beer drinker, I went to it and was evidence that no one had been there for grabbed it because of my thirst thinking it would be smart to drink it. Fortunately my months. It was quite deserted. It was designed to spend the night and head kicked in and said, If you drink this, there was a cupboard in each corner of the your dehydration problem’s going to get worse hut. The cupboards were conveniently labeled because of the alcohol. To eliminate tempfood, blankets, supplies and such. You can tation, I popped it open and poured it out imagine how I felt when I opened up the lids through the cracks in the floorboards. of each cupboard and all I saw were floorIt was a long night. It’s not only dark but boards. The last box interestingly resisted my it was also cloudy so there was no moon, and attempts to open it because it had a big pad- when I blew all the candles out, it was so dark lock on it. I had my ice axe, so without con- it was kind of spooky. I got one candle burncern for whether it was government prop- ing and thought, this will get me through the erty or not, I smashed into it and found a can, night. I started jumping up and down on the which I knew was an empty kerosene can. floor just to keep warm, but eventually colSomeone had soldered it shut and written on lapsed on the floor. I remember being hudit, For Rations Food. I could have done with dled up and shaking like a proverbial leaf. I a Swiss army knife or can opener, but I had thought I knew what cold was before this particular night. It was reported in the paper the plenty of time. I knew I was in for the night. Kathleen was expecting us at 5 p.m., and next day that the temperature had dropped to knowing she would have sounded the alarm, –30ºF (-35ºC). I didn’t even get frostbite. I was confident that somebody would be out looking for me, but not tonight. Nobody in There were two things that I planned to their right mind would go up in the air at get me through the night. One was jumping night. If I could make it through the night, up and down. The other was when I breathed probably a helicopter would come. There are in, the air was so cold it felt like pins and lots of choppers around there for this very needles in my lungs. I was on the floor shakreason. ing uncontrollably, and having to be not only

ent conditions with page numbers. “If you’re happy, joyful, sad, whatever…” The piece that really jumped out at me was, “In times of despair, turn to page 1048.” So I flipped over to 1048, and – although I had read about this, I had never experienced it myself – when I turned to 1048, the right hand column at the top of the page jumped off the page like it was emblazoned in fire, and it read, “I can do all things through God who strengthens me.” I had an overwhelming sense that I was not alone.

Denis Shackel in his Oakwood Park home uncomfortable with the cold, but there was a stabbing sensation in my lungs. The air would warm within me and take away the pain, but eventually I had to let that warmer air go and I’d breathe out. Out loud, all by myself I’d breathe out this precious air with the counts of 1…2…3…4…5 and at the end of the fifth second, I’d thank God I got through those five seconds and I’d breathe in again. That has become an amazingly profound personal conviction that we can overcome whatever just one step at a time. Five seconds at a time, I got through the longest night of my life. All you have to do is keep your eyes on the goal, which in my case was to see the rising sun. I’m also now convinced that where there’s no vision, people will perish. Because I hung on to that expectation of seeing the sun, I did it one step at a time.

Light in the darkness Before this event I did have faith that God exists, but my spiritual life wasn’t alive. But now having this experience, I’m absolutely convinced that He exists. When I made the decision to go to the hut and got to the spot where I saw the ice wall, I was pretty tired. I could see where I wanted to go, but this vertical wall was really overpowering. The words I heard could have come from inside of me, but it felt like it was behind my right shoulder. The words were literally, “I can do all things through God who strengthens me.” At that point, I suspected it was Scripture, but I know I got up that blooming wall not on my own strength. When I was on the floor, shaking and cold, I was aware there was a makeshift table made of plywood and from the floor with the candle burning, I was aware that there was something on it. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the table. Have you heard of the Gideon Society? Those people get around. Here was a blue covered Gideon Bible in this blooming hut at 8,000’ on top of Mount Ruapehu, and with my candle lighting the way, I opened up the cover. Someone had typed in the front of it, “In times of…” and there was a list of differ-

When you’re shaking uncontrollably and you’re dressed in those clothes, you don’t sleep. I just literally went one step at a time focusing on the expectation of seeing the sun. Halfway through the night, the clouds did disappear and the moon did arise, so I could see that there was a high probability that the morning may be cloudless. I needed a bright sun if my rescue plan using the shiny can was going to work. When eventually the sun did come up, I remember the rim appearing. Talk about a slow rising sun. Eventually it came and now it was bright enough where I knew a pilot would be getting ready to take off now. It wasn’t easy, but eventually I was privileged to hear the wings whirling.

So close, and yet... I was able to use the inner shiny surface of the beer can as a mirror for a beacon, and I was now clutching at the door with my reflector. When the sound appeared and there’s a chopper coming my way, I could now read on the side of the fuselage, R-E-S-C-U-E in big letters. I was now reasonably confident that I was going to be rescued, and I lost it. I dropped the can and I started waving. I don’t know how many yards away it was, but it was close enough that I could read the lettering, and the blooming thing suddenly banks, does a 180 and rockets off at top speed, disappearing behind the edge of the mountain. At that moment, I felt that I had been stabbed. I collapsed on the floor of the hut, just a blithering mess. I’ll never forget that wave of thinking I’m safe, and then I’m screwed. From the floor of the hut, as I sobbed uncontrollably, I heard the motor suddenly drop down the mountain and it occurred to me then that they probably did see me. They’ve probably gone to land somewhere. Sure enough, within maybe a minute or two, I heard the sound again and it reappeared. Even then, I wasn’t sure how they were going to do it; the slope of the mountain is so steep and they couldn’t land on the roof of the hut. I underestimated the amazing skill of the pilot and when it got within about 30’, I simply watched them hover about three feet from the slope of the mountain and suddenly I could see two pairs of legs jump and click onto the ice. I was a mess. They bundled me up and poured hot chocolate into me.

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“Mary Lynn is the best thing to happen to me.” Their first questions were, “Are you Bruce? Are you Denis? Who are you?” They kept saying to me, “Where’s Bruce?” I explained that he had slipped and I still hoped that – thinking he had the pack – my prayer was that he wasn’t injured, but even if he was that he could keep himself warm and deal with where he was getting through the night. In the light of the answers I gave them, a couple of guys stayed with me and then the pilot took off again looking for Bruce. He couldn’t find him, so the chopper came back and I allowed them to lift me into the chopper.

to where I was. I got out of that helicopter, and there she is. I think she knew who was going to come out of the helicopter, but the embrace… we didn’t say anything for ages; we just sobbed. God got me through that night, and it’s in his grace that I’m alive today. Bruce was a deeply loved man in his community, and at his funeral someone described him as the most Christ-like man the speaker knew. I do personally believe that “Greater love hath no man than he who would lay down his life for his friend.” That’s what Bruce did in that split second.

I said to the pilot, “How come you got so close and you banked?” I told him how devastated I was. In a matter of fact way, he said, “You see, we filled up the helicopter with as many people as we could because it made sense to have as many pairs of eyes as possible.” But there was no room for me in the helicopter. I wasn’t angry, but I tactfully pointed out, “Well, it would have been nice if you had given me a wave or yelled that you’d be back.” I’ll never forget the answer. “Oh, yeah, mate. I guess you’re right. Next time we’ll do that. Thanks, mate.” He brushed it off like it was no big deal, but it was a big deal for me at the time. Now I can laugh about it.

Finding Mary Lynn

Finding Bruce Before they dropped me at the hospital, they took me to the base of the mountain where there was a proper landing strip for the chopper and a big hut that had a lot of supplies. They set me by the fire and were very caring, and kept asking me the route we took. Twice while I was there, I saw the chopper take off in the light of more information, come back and ask more questions. It was the third time he took off that it reappeared fairly quickly. I could see it land through the window and the pilot opened the door and jumped out. He ran to the hut and his greeting was, “Found him, he’s dead.” That was the last thing I wanted to hear. But I think he was a smart man because I would have preferred to be cut with a sharp knife than a blunt one. Then they took me to hospital and another chopper went to pick him up. I had to identify his body. They warned me it wasn’t a pretty sight, but it was clearly him. When we landed in the base, the rescue organization had not only contacted Kathleen, but they had picked her up and brought her

Six days after I got back to Canada after burying Bruce, I met this woman called Mary Lynn, and I think I was rescued from that mountain to meet her. She’s the best thing to happen to me. We met through a mutual friend, and she had to come to Toronto to be the photographer for the 100th anniversary of the Royal Conservatory of Music. Our friend Gordie planned for the three of us to have a drink together at the Royal York, where the event was. I was living a few blocks from the hotel. Gordie phoned me minutes before I walked down the road and said, “Look, I’ve got a business problem and I can’t come.” I nearly didn’t go. I went down there not knowing what she looked like. I arrived early, and I couldn’t see anyone else looking for someone, so I just sat in this chair with big leather wings on the side of it. Mary Lynn was up in the ballroom doing her photography, and she’s very time-conscious, too, so she excused herself at 10 – when the function was supposed to end – saying she would go downstairs, meet this person and come back. She came down to say hi and to ask if I’d be patient enough to wait. She looked around from the elevators and saw this guy waiting in this chair. Typical Mary Lynn, she creeps around behind the chair confident that it’s me, and my first impression of this gorgeous woman was this face appearing around the edge of this leather wing. “Boo! You must be Denis.” Well, not only was it a surprise, but I sprang to my feet and out tumbles, “You look stunning!” She went back to her work and we were going to go have a drink at the hotel bar, but I had had time to think and when she reappeared, I said, “I think there’s some wine in the fridge. Would you like to come back to my condo?” What a line, huh?



Mary Lynn Fluter and Denis Shackel’s home is a 6,000 contemporary wonder, which includes speakers owned by only three people in North America, a baby grand piano, harpsichord, and rooftop patio.

Her answer was, “Okay, I’ll just go tell mom.” She was in the royal suite because that was the payment for the work. Her mom is a very Orthodox Christian, but she said okay. We laughed and had some wine, and I told her about Bruce, and she told me her equally gut-wrenching story about losing her husband, who died in her arms of cancer. Within the next few weeks, she needed an assistant for an engagement shoot, and I helped her. Turns out, the groom owned a hotel in Paris and Mary Lynn had been saving for years to take the boys and her mother on a European trip. She was going to be at his hotel in Paris the June 23rd and I remembered his name, tracked him down and phoned him, and said, “You make sure Mary Lynn’s in the hotel on Saturday morning.” I flew through the night Friday and turned up unexpectedly. I just happened to have a rock in my pocket, and slipped it on her finger – she said yes – and I flew back to Canada; they carried on with their trip. We were married a year later. We bought a cottage down the road in Grand Bend when we were engaged. Mary Lynn was born in Sarnia and loves the lake, so it didn’t take much persuasion to say, “Let’s build here and live here permanently.”


Calling Grand Bend home I’ve always had a passion for architecture and design and always had a longing to go contemporary with glass and stainless steel. I not only designed this place, but because music is such a big part of my life, I was really fortunate to get hold of a pair of speakers through some consulting I did for IMAX. It was only through that contact I had heard of them. There are only three of them in North America: Stevie Wonder’s got a pair, and Universal Studios has a pair. I designed the whole house around these speakers. The friends I had at IMAX were kind enough to take my first drawings of the house, put it through their computers and say, “Well you need to push the kitchen back and change this wall, etc.” We’re still pinching ourselves that we’re living here and that we’ve been blessed with a space that we absolutely love. We love the community and we now go to the Anglican church here. We don’t deserve this, but we’ve been richly blessed with one thing after the other. The home is part of the Home & Garden Tour July 5. Tickets ($15 advance, $20 on the day) at Sobey’s or the Tender Spot, and include lunch. For more info, call Bob Putherbough 519-236-7884.

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There are eight homes on the Grand Bend and Area Horticultural Society Home and Garden Tour, which takes place July 5. Among them is the Spanish inspired home of Frank and Nancy Moore, who owned a home in Costa Rica and wanted to bring some of the same feel to a plot of land north of Grand Bend. Frank has traveled extensively through South America for a book he’s writing on a famed British botanist; Nancy is a yoga instructor and master gardener.

Bob McIntosh and Kate McKenzie’s home in St. Joseph Shores is one of two in the area on the tour. It’s also for sale at $1,800,000. Among its amenities is a kitchen (above) designed by the same man who designed the kitchen for Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones Bermuda home. Tickets for the tour ($15 advance, $20 on the day) are available at Sobey’s or the Tender Spot, and include lunch. For more info, call Bob Putherbough 519-236-7884.

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Julia Pitrie of London made this entry to the youth category.


Hensall By Design returns this month

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More than 60 artists are taking part in the fifth annual Hensall By Design, which runs July 12 to 18 at the Hensall United Church on King Street. Funds raised from the event support local initiatives. The juried art show and sale attracts artists from across Ontario and the United States. Cash prizes are awarded for all categories, thanks to generous donations from local business and private individuals . Among the categories are: flatwork; sculpture; fabric; photography/digital art, junior and senior youth categories; and a first-time exhibitors’ category. To sponsor the event or for more information, call Ann Bayley at 519-262-3500 x208. Admission is $5 daily, with half-price admission for seniors Monday, July 14. The event is open Saturday to Monday and Friday from 10 a.m. - 4 p.m., and Tuesday to Thursday from 2 to 9 p.m. The event is wheelchair accessible.

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Strip Thoughts

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The darnedest things

One for the history books

Advice from mom

Keeping the Peace

By Rita Lessard

By Tom Lessard, C.D. him that they need to stop the train so he can retrieve his teeth. The conductor laughed and said, “Sorry, once your teeth end up on the tracks, there’s no way we can find them.” In the meantime, the man is just howling. Needless to say, Richard was gumming it for a while. My sister Joan and my brother Tom have always said that I was the naïve one in our family, but I think Richard shares this malady with me. Richard was visiting me one summer and many times my neighbour Gloria and I needed to go shopping; Richard would babysit for us. On the first occasion, Gloria and I went into town and Richard stayed home and entertained the kids. After a few hours, Gloria and I returned and - as we were coming up the street - we could see Richard and the kids on the lawn having a great time. I turn to Gloria and say, “Would you look at those guys having such a great time? I wonder where they got all those white balloons.” Gloria looks and almost faints, and says, “Oh my gosh! Those aren’t balloons; those are my husband’s condoms!” Whoops! He must have bought them by the gross because we sure had a mess of them to clean up. Where’s Casey when you need a photographer? Oh, that was before his time. Thanks to Casey for taking me to the Huron Country Playhouse to see Sorry... I’m Canadian. What a great, hilarious show. A must see for all, especially if you’re Canadian. We certainly are a funny lot and I would hope we are proud to say we are Canadians.

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Even though I spent 18 years in the army, I was never trained as a fighting man. My first two years were spent doing some foot drill, learning how to be a storesman and getting more education. Next, I was posted to London’s 27 C.O.D., where I worked in shipping, loading and unloading trucks. After a couple of years there, I wanted to go to Germany. The only way I was able to go there was to get a posting to 1RCR in Ipperwash. I grabbed the chance and ended up in the clothing credit department, where I stayed for the next eight years (Rita and I were married in Germany, and our two eldest sons were born there). Since I had been with the battalion so long, I figured I might as well transfer and I became a member of the regiment. A few years later, in 1970, we shipped out to Cyprus. I was still not a trained infantryman. One night, at 11 p.m., my buddy and I headed out to do eight hours on an outpost that we had never seen before. The men we were replacing were in a hurry to get back to camp, so they didn’t have time to bring us up to date on what was expected of us or what - if anything - had been going on in the area. A Turkish attachment was 100 yards to our front, and the Greeks were 100 yards to our rear. About an hour into our tour, my buddy became sick and ended up in a corner of the outpost. He couldn’t move, so he would be unable to ride the bike or walk back to camp by himself. I couldn’t leave the outpost unattended, so I was of very little help to him. I tried to call back to base, but our phone was out and our radio battery was dead. It seems the previous crew was in such a rush to get out that they neglected to tell us about the

equipment problems, and forgot to mention it to anyone back in camp. The outpost had no communications, and a sick soldier moaning and groaning. About 3 a.m., I noticed a lot of movement on the Turk side and none on the Greek side. I didn’t know what to do as I couldn’t contact anyone back at base for assistance and as I mentioned this was my first time at this outpost. I figured I should even the sides, and walked down to the Greek post and asked for someone who spoke English. A sergeant appeared and I told him that the Turks were moving up more troops. I then went back to my station and watched for any Greek movements. Sure enough, there was a rush of troops, so I went to the Turks and told them to watch for the Greeks moving up. At 7 a.m., when our relief arrived, I told them about our night and equipment problems and explained that I would make out my report and get them new gear sent out. I loaded my buddy on the bike and pushed him back to camp. When I reported to the orderly sergeant and told him of my problems, he said they were just beginning; the company commander wanted to see me. The CC wasn’t very happy. He told me that the British and UN headquarters were reporting that the Turks and Greeks were on the alert, getting ready to go at it. I explained what happened and that I wasn’t trained to handle the situation; I said I just wanted to even the sides and that my partner was of no use. I almost became an item in the history books as the man who started the next Battle of Cyprus; turns out the movement on the Turkish side was just a normal shift change.


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We want you to see I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change at the Huron Country Playhouse! We have several pairs of tickets for the Friday, July 18 8 p.m. performance. To qualify for the tickets, call Casey at 519-614-3614.


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People say and do the craziest things. Since we had such a cold winter, I said if I ever heard anyone complain about the heat, I would surely slap them. Well, I’ve got my dukes up and I’m ready because - would you believe it - people are complaining already. Usually they say, “I don’t mind the heat so much, but it’s the humidity.” Well, they say it’s hot in hell; I wonder what the humidity is like down there. Hopefully I’ll never find out. When newfies invite you over for a meal, they say if you come over they’ll put on the pot. I was not familiar with this expression, so when my newfie friend invited me to her house and said she’s put on the pot, I was a little reluctant to accept. I said to her, “Look Jackie, I don’t mind having the occasional drink or two, but as far as the pot goes, I’m not really into that kind of stuff.” Jackie thought that was quite funny, and after a brief explanation and a chuckle, I did go and have a great newfie meal. Did you know that there’s a law in Nova Scotia that forbids you to water your lawn if it’s raining? Wow, really! People not only say the darnedest things, but they also do them. My brother Richard is a real sweetheart, and used to travel a lot between Montreal and London by bus or train. Unfortunately he was prone to motion sickness, and on one occasion when he was taking the train, he did get sick. He went to the washroom and threw up his lunch (maybe he shouldn’t have eaten). At the same time, he upchucked his false teeth. Well, he was quite upset, so he finds the train conductor and tells

Strip Events

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Spread the word about Canadian show • 9

The Village of Hensall is proud to present our fifth annual


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By Casey Lessard The word of mouth is spreading for Sorry… I’m Canadian, playing until July 12 at the Huron Country Playhouse. The show is a tribute to Canadiana, featuring Canadian jokes by Neil Aitchison, Canadian music by the K-9 Four and step dancing by the Ballagh Bunch. “People go out of here feeling so good, and they tell their friends,” Aitchison said opening night. “Yesterday we sold 300 tickets by word of mouth from the preview. Normally you sell 40-50 a day.” It’s Aitchison’s first time performing on the Playhouse stage, although he has opened many shows over the years. Audiences will remember some of the musicians, however, including the talented Danny Williams, who performed in Twist & Shout and Legends. “In this one, I get to play some instruments,” says Williams, whose He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother and Bridge Over Troubled Waters from the previous shows, and Break It To Them Gently from this show, are hard to forget. “That’s the attraction for me: singing the songs with an actual band. You have to find the integrity a real band would have and then after the run, you go and do your own thing.” Williams recently recorded an album of hits from Twist & Shout and Legends called Sixties Sessions, which tops the charts at the University of Waterloo campus radio station. Williams sells copies of the CD at the theatre. “They’re all huge number one songs from the British Invasion, and one from America. I’ve always wanted to do it, and Alex

Mustakas was the executive producer on it; it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.” But the music isn’t the only reason to see the show. “The humour is unbelievable,” Williams says. “Neil has us cracking up on stage, and it’s not even a matter of having to act up there; he’s so naturally funny. With the great Canadian music and the dancing, it’s a ‘can’t miss’ show.” The Ballagh Bunch is a group of four children from the Ballagh family: Devan, 17, Michael, 15, Paige, 13, and Matthew, 8. Mom Janice – who was raised dancing with her sisters - joins in, too. “She started me teaching me dance when I was four,” Devan says. “Michael started when he was five, and Paige started when she was three. When we got the call to do Canadian Loonie in St. Jacobs, we put a group together with the three of us.” (Matthew joins in, too.) The show is a tribute to the best of Canada, and Williams knows the benefits of being Canadian. “As you go around this world, it’s true that people say Canadians are unique,” he says. “As soon as people find out you’re Canadian, you’re treated with a little more favourability.” Director Alex Mustakas thinks we as Canadians have to embrace our unique history and culture. “We should feel proud of our heritage, where we are and where we’re heading.” Sorry… I’m Canadian runs until July 12. For tickets, call 519-238-6000 or visit http://www.

Win tickets to the Playhouse!!! We want you to see I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change at the Huron Country Playhouse! We have several pairs of tickets for the Friday, July 18 8 p.m. performance. To qualify for the tickets, call Casey at 519-614-3614.

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Strip Outside

10 •

Vegetable gardening with my Three Sisters two feet in diameter. Incorporate some wellcomposted manure or other commercial fertilizer into the soil. Plant two or three corn seeds per mound, and a few bean and squash seeds around the periphery of the mound. For the bean crop I used scarlet runners and for the squash, jack-o-lantern type pumpkin seeds. Any kind of winter squash will work.

Living in Balance By Jenipher Appleton Vegetable gardening, though not for everyone, can be a very therapeutic endeavour. Planting the seeds, harvesting, and then being able to enjoy the resulting food on your plate is rewarding in itself. Then there is the physical health benefit of the exercise and fresh air. As a gardener, each year I like to plant at least one ‘fun crop.’ Some examples are: white pumpkins (ghostly), swan gourds (you can hang them as birdhouses), or colourful Indian corn (to hang as an autumn decoration). This year’s fun crop is a combination of corn, beans, and squash, traditionally known as “The Three Sisters.” According to Iroquois legend, corn, beans and squash are the three inseparable sisters, complementing each other as they grow. Native Canadian farmers of the eastern woodlands grew them as a sustainable

How not to plant Looking for a great way to get into vegetable gardening? Invite the Three Sisters: corn, beans and squash. Here, Jenipher’s labrador Fergus guards this year’s crop. Photo by Jenipher Appleton.

system that provided long-term soil fertility and a healthy diet. The Iroquois (including those in our region), believed that corn, beans, and squash were gifts from the Great Spirit, each watched over by one of the Three Sisters, called the De-o-ha-ko. The corn stalk provides a natural pole for the beans to climb. Their vines actually help to stabilize the corn stalk. The mature squash vines and leaves act as natural mulch, shading out weeds and holding in moisture. The beans


fix nitrogen in their roots. If the plant is recycled into the soil, the nitrogen will feed the corn stalk for the following year. The spines of the squash vines are a deterrent to animals. The Three Sisters also complement each other nutritionally; corn provides carbohydrates, dried beans are rich in protein, and the squash are rich in vitamins and minerals.

How to plant Make several mounds of soil, each about

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They say “experience is the best teacher” and I have certainly learned from experience on my first attempt to grow the three sisters. As I did not do any how-to research before beginning the project, I made the mistake of planting all three types of seeds at the same time. Common sense could have told me that the corn should be established first so the beans would have something to hold onto. So, be sure to plant the corn a couple of weeks ahead of the others seeds; the corn plant should be at least four inches tall before planting the beans and squash. Cultivating is still important at this point, but once established, this planting becomes a maintenance free crop. Enjoy!

By Tamara Nicola Everyone in town is talking about it, so I might as well say it: it looks like we are having a slow season and this could have a negative trickledown effect on the whole community. Is it the price of gas, the weather, or security at our border crossings? Good questions that I will leave to others to surmise. I’m the local computer geek who is always poking around to check out how we can improve our web image. As I have mentioned before, there is no time like the present to buff up our image. We need a little curb appeal and none more so than on the Internet. Did you know that during the peak summer season more than 15,000 people every month search for the term “Grand Bend”? It’s true and that is only traffic generated by people using Google to search the net. Add in Yahoo, MSN and a couple a variations in search terms like “Grand Bend Motel” and we are talking big numbers. A recent study released in June by Statistics Canada stated that 19.2 million people are now using the Internet. This is a 68 per cent increase since 2005, when the previous StatsCan survey was conducted.

Overall, 66 per cent of Canadians are plugged in and surfing the net. This is a number that is sure to grow. Millions of Canadians will decide how to spend their vacation dollars this year while surfing the net. We want them here surfing our beautiful shores and there are many ways that everyone can help. - Create an online photo album of your favourite Grand Bend pictures using Goggles Picasa software. It’s free and you can upload a gigabyte data. - Spruce up your existing website to ensure it grabs attention. Banish those tired old cottage pictures and dead pages. Create a new web site if you don’t already have one. It’s free - Post your videos to – Wal-Mart Canada is now selling the incredibly cool FLIP video camera. If you have not heard of this affordable, easy to use device, you certainly will. - Start a blog, - Consider catering to this new computer savvy bunch of visitors by creating a free Internet hotspot at your business location. What the heck, how about making the whole town of Grand Bend one big hotspot; Starbucks coffee not included. We can all join in by planting a few virtual flowers to improve our curb appeal and ensure that Grand Bend flourishes not only today, but well into the future.

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Things to Do Community/Charity EVERY TUESDAY  p.m. - Grand Bend Legion Bingo

EVERY FRIDAY  to  p.m. - Grand Bend Legion Meat Draw


the top 5 anglers who catch the heaviest fish. Free hot dogs, hamburgers & drinks for SATURDAY, JULY 12 everyone participating. Registration is free. SATURDAY, JULY 5 Parkhill sports field Parkhill Optimist Annual Jim Walsh SloGrand Bend Horticultural Home and This is a not-for-profit event. Pitch Ball Tournament. Contact 519-232Garden Tour. Tickets are $15 in advance 0214 with lunch at the Caddy Shack in Grand TUESDAY, JULY 8 TO 10 Cove Estates. View five homes and their Grand Bend Youth Centre Welcome gardens plus three more gardens. Tickets Week. Mini putt, sandcastle building, trip to  a.m. to  p.m. - Parkhill Dam available at Sobey’s and the Tender Spot. Pinery Park for paddle boating and a picnic. Cardboard Boat Races and more events. Call Bob at 519-236-7884 for details. Call 519-238-1155 to register,

fourth Wednesday.




Parkhill sports field Parkhill Optimist Annual Jim Walsh SloPitch Ball Tournament. Contact 519-2320214

 a.m. to  p.m. - Parkhill Boat Launch  a.m. to  p.m. - Gill St. parking lot, (water dam) Grand Bend  a.m. to  p.m. - Gill St. parking lot, 1st annual Parkhill classic kids fishing Grand Bend Farmers’ Market Grand Bend derby. Celebrating the “Ontario family fishGrand Bend Farmers’ Market ing weekend.” No fishing license is required FRIDAY, JULY 11 for this event or for the entire weekend. : p.m. - Grand Bend Legion Parkhill sports field Grand Bend Golden Ager’s Luncheon. Everyone is welcome. All kids 12 and under Parkhill Optimist Annual Jim Walsh SloJoin us for shuffleboard every Mon. & will take something home just for partici- Pitch Ball Tournament. Contact 519-232Thurs. at 1 p.m. Euchre every second and pating in the derby! Additional prizes for 0214


Arts & Entertainment


SATURDAY, JULY 5  to  p.m. - Grand Bend Legion Live Music with Ben Shane and Bobby K


Health & Fitness





 to  p.m. – Adult Day Centre,  Huron Road, Clinton Stroke and Your Sur viving. Informal  to  a.m. - Lions’ Pavilion, G.B. Workout for Your Life. $8 per class; $5 for group of stroke survivors, their caregivers, family and friends meet the second spouses and students. Thursday of every month. We discuss topics  to  p.m. - McNaughton Park, Exeter of interest , provide socialization and help Workout for Your Life. $8 per class; $5 for in a comfortable and confidential setting. Contact Tammy Antaya 519-235-4600 for spouses and students. info or to arrange transportation. Email WEDNESDAYS  to  a.m. - Lions’ Pavilion, G.B. Workout for Your Life. $8 per class; $5 for T HURSDAY, JULY 17 spouses and students.  p.m. – Blessings Community Store, Zurich Cooking Outside of the Box. Third  to  p.m. - McNaughton Park, Exeter Workout for Your Life. $8 per class; $5 for Thursday of each month. Taste test and get yummy ideas for low-cost, healthy recispouses and students. pes. Contact GBACHC dietitian Miranda Burgess at 519-238-1556 ext. 222 for details. FRIDAYS  to  a.m. - Lions’ Pavilion, G.B. Workout for Your Life. $8 per class; $5 for spouses and students.


: a.m. -  p.m. - Pinery Flea Market Live Music with Brian Dale

 a.m. to  p.m. - G.B. Art Centre Colour Sense workshop - with Mar y  a.m. to  p.m. - G.B. Art Centre Basic Painting with Oil workshop - with Abma. Call 519-238-8978 or 519-238-6874 Teresa Marie. Call 519-238-8978 or 519- or email 238-6874 or email : a.m. -  p.m. - Pinery Flea Market Live Music with Brian Dale

Grand Bend Youth Centre Animal Adventures. Includes trip to Toronto Zoo! Call 519-238-1155 to register.

to August  - Huron Country Playhouse Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. For tickets, call 1-888-449-4463.

 a.m. to  p.m. - G.B. Art Centre Let’s Paint with Watercolours workshop WEDNESDAY JULY 16 - with Debra Bailey. Call 519-238-8978 or to August  - Huron Country 519-238-6874 or email grbartcentre@hay. Playhouse net. I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change. For tickets, call 1-888-449-4463.


 to  p.m. - Grand Bend Legion Live Music with Jimmy Vail

The 80s are back at SHDHS! Tickets for Playhouse guild’s All 1980s grads invited to August 2 reunion Dinner for Eight now available will be provided and entertainment is courtesy of Jane’s Rehab. Proceeds from the event are going to Scott and Denise Halpenny to assist in her treatment for MS. If you attended South Huron and graduated from 1981-1992, we’d love to see you!

The Huron Country Playhouse Guild’s first annual gala was a great success, raising $20,000 for the Playhouse; now the guild moves to its focus to its second major fundraiser for the year, the Dinner for Eight. The dinner is Saturday, September 13, and



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It’s Strawberry Time


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Strip Outside

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Future soccer stars hit the pitch Photos by Casey Lessard

Every Tuesday night at the soccer fields south of Grand Bend, children hit the pitch to practice the world’s favourite sport. Above, Kaitlyn Mathers of Grand Bend moves the ball during a scrimmage.

The TimBits fight over the ball.

John Henry Peters is eager to get a drink during a tough practice.

Ridley Wiseman guards the net.

Nolan Trainor, 2, of Grand Bend isn’t too young to get in the spirit. “He insists on wearing a soccer shirt when his brother’s playing,” mom says.

Vol. 2 #5 Grand Bend Strip - July 2, 2008  

July 2, 2008 edition of Grand Bend Strip community newspaper

Vol. 2 #5 Grand Bend Strip - July 2, 2008  

July 2, 2008 edition of Grand Bend Strip community newspaper