| Sports oe Community news - Arts & Entertainment Your hometown locally awned and operated newspaper 7 . THE TERRACE JAYCEES 20th annual Trade Fair opened Friday have to offer. The weekend event was kicked off by Miss Terrace | night with 35 exhibitors and a large crowd eager to take a look at 1989 Lyn Lagace, in the last month of her reign, cutting a gold ribbon — what local retailers, services, manufacturers and other businesses _—_ with the help of Trade Fair chairman Chris Van de Mosselaer. ———y until dark and then marched Mother marched in darkness to‘ the employees’ aim improved, — down to the store’s trash bin and = mount her one-woman campaign _ and the situation was finished. Th eC Ww ay proceeded to throw garbage against the grocery store’s trash. And what did this tesch me? around like a madwoman. She This went on for some time. Why do I remember this instead re . threw bags of rotting apples and Forever, 1 thought at the time, but of homemade breakfasts and - ® f[ S e C it onions at the. exterior walls of the in retrospect, maybe a few weeks. Christmas moming? Because by seo store, she tossed empty boxes _T remember late one evening, I throwing the grocery store’s by Stephanie Wiebe | onto the truck loading ramp, stumbied out of bed and, seeing = garbage around, my Mom taught smashed broken mayonnaise jars my father in the kitchen, I asked me that a worthwhile cause is a outside the door, She vented all © where Mom was. "Oh, out toss- worth fighting for, that if some- 7 Every year about this time, I tomers, but we had a direct view. her steam, and then calmly ing garbage around, I think,” he — thing is valuable, it’s worth creat- i venture out to the store to rifle Sometimes the garbage would . ~ walked back home. sald, casually. He looked out the ing a mess about. But most im- a through the Mother’s day cards. _— spill out around the area,some- —By this time, the noise created § = window, toward the store, where portant, she taught me that a _ i There’s usually a wide variety of times crows were attracted and by this frenzy caused me to get a small figure could be seen MOM is a person. A MOM is not oa cards featuring flowers and tea- — they spread it all over. Some- Out of bed to investigate. I could tossing boxes in the dim glow of just somebody who will always’ Bal) pots, and lots of syrupy-sweet . times, the store employees would not believe my Mother was doing a streetlight. He shook his head, make you cocoa on a cold day, oo OR poems, but never a card that-tits just sort of toss the trash close to _ this. Here was a woman, not just watching, I went back to bed. not just someone who diligently ; i my Mom and how I feel about the can — you know, "close . any woman but a middle-class TI remember that it occurred to = washes your dirty socks, and 4) ~ her. A poem about roses anda = enough." My Mother comp- MOM, someone whol thought = me that she could be arrested, Particularly not somebody who -_ ms mother’s love is not quite what lained. You sec, our family knew was only interested in making The local police had made afew _ exists solely for her children. A be I’m looking for. I need a poem the man who owned the grocery lunches and planting petunias, extra rounds, slowly driving by to MOM is a person, with interests | about a person, an interesting store, this being a small town, going on a midnight trash ram- —_—_catch the relentless gang of hood- and passions of her own. MOMs / energetic person who influenced and she phoned him up and page. This was definitely not nor-- lums apparently creating the . —are people, too. 1 ‘my life by just being the way she brought this matter to his attent- mal. June Cleaver, the Beaver’s awful mess. Oh, the embarrass- And I eventually realised why ik - is, Actually, I don’t think my ion. A few times, She suggested mom, would never trash some- — ment, the shame. Id never show ‘ty father was watching out the a Mom's the poetry type at all. that the employees could be more body else’s trash. It was bizarre. my face in school again. window that night and shaking : a When I think about my Mom careful with the garbage, perhaps Unthinkable. Then one day, it suddenly his head — not because of doubts . ae ie and my childhood, I think about —_a proper dumpster would help, The next moming, I walked to stopped. The grocery store owner about the woman he married, but garbage. I think about how we and that the entire display was the bus stop, still in shock, and had phoned, evidently thinking out of admiration and maybe a t - used to live in the middle of a unsightly. I don’t know if he was noticed the grocery stockboys that perhaps we had witnessed the little amusement. Probably a lot , forest, until-the forest was cleared busy, or if the message never cleaning up the garbage, probably culprits committing the crime. of amusement. i to make way fora grocery store = quite reached the employees who assuming teenage vandals tobe == And she’d told him. She told him —_—‘I’m proud of my Mom’s mid- it and a post office. Eventually, we dealt with garbage, but the mess _—the culprit. I looked the other she was doing it, she told him night garbage campaign. But | lived behind these buildings, sort was not cleaned up. This went on way. I certainly wasn’t going to why, and she told him that she Hallmark doesn’t make a card | of in-between and behind. Of for weeks, maybe months. squeal, realizing that one does not would keep on doing it until he saying this. No gift I buy could 4 course, the grocery store had its My Mother, not one to let a just advertise mental iliness in one’s dealt with his own garbage ina —_—say this, garbage cans out behind, not to —cause die, took matters into her own family. civilised manner. Soon after, Thanks for tossing the garbage, be seen by the shopping cus- own hand. One night, she waited A few nights later, again my — proper dumpsters were installed, Mom. ce ee Eyre ge ee ee BO a