ma = —— Se eee Src Na aa ge a : The Terrace Jaycees recently proved the value of their bingo fund raising with a donation of $4,000 to the Terrace Child Development Centre. Preschool supervisor Julie Jacobs displays the cheque where it’s going to do some of its work, in the centre's play area. The Centre will use part of the funds. for staff development and the remainder for supplies, possibly including some indoor- a : od 7: - 4 outdoor playground equipment. The Terrace Regional Health Care Society id Open of the Nuclear Medicine Department Thursday, December 6th, 1990 at 3:00 p.m. | ~- south in Gig Harbour, Terrace Review — Wednesday, December 5, 1990 Ad The Way I See It... by Stephanie Wiebe My winter driving skills are nothing to brag about. Where I grew up and learned to drive, there’s rarely any snow. Down Washington, when there’s more than an inch of snow, (it doesn’t fall metrically in the U.S.), the city puts up sawhorse barriers to close off the roads, the schools close and everyone stays home until the weather passes. Really, A civilized way to live, ch? But here in the north, things are different. A little snow never stops a Tertacite from going about business. Huge amounts of white icy precipitation can cover the roads, houses and any slow- moving residents, but life just goes on in Terrace. I have gradually learned to adapt to this madness. Occasionally, I even get a bit cocky, packing up the kids and revving up the old station wagon for a good run in the snow. The station wagon does not start easily when there’s snow, having been created in a southern city also — it balks. But ] mumble a few magic words, which are unprintable in newspapers, and eventually the engine tums over. I feel so brave, so irritated by the inconvenience, but so brave. I feel like a tough northem adventurer, making my way through the slippery streets even though I know my southern mother cringes at the mere thought. By the time we reach the end of our block, however, my bravery has disappeared. "Fish-tail, Mom!" the kids chant, enjoying each sideways skid. "Fish-tail! Fish-tail!" I silently curse the courageous friend, who, more comfortable on snow than I, used to take them for rides in her Volkswagon bug, deliberately swerving down side- roads. Thank you so much, ex- friend, for teaching my children to enjoy hazardous road conditions, Gripping the wheel, I ignore the juvenile delinquents’ demands, and concentrate on maintaining tire contact with the road. Some hot shot in a four-wheel drive appears in my rear-view mirror, anxious for me to slide into the ditch so that he may pass. I can almost hear his thoughts, "C’mon, lady, I ain’t got all day — I’m _Change t Contributed by Coleen Kennedy The pool shark ‘‘Jaws’’, a theatre presentation at the Ter- race Aquatic Centre, was a screaming success with just over 100 people daring the terror. After the show got underway, the lights were dimmed, the fog rose, and Jaws haunted in the depths of the pool, waiting for the perfect attack. The response was great and growing OLD behind you!" Meanwhile, the never-ending chant of "Fish-tail! Fish-tail!" resounds through my head. The windshield is steaming up and freezing, blurring my vision, and I pray that no disoriented tourists cross my path. Taking a deep breath, i carefully maneuver the old station wagon around a comer, skidding to one side as the "Fish-tail” chants reach a frenzy. Suddenly, I stop, high centered on a pile of snow, a gift from the city. The transmission whines, the chanting stops, and I wait for an out-of- control semi-truck to slam into us. Remembering my basic snow- driving skills, I decide to "rock" the car, switching quickly from first gear to reverse, a real feat with a standard transmission, but the car won’t budge. Sigh. I climb out of the car, instructing my delighted twelve- year-oid to drive while I push — the excited look on her face worries me. One, two, three — PUSH. Nothing happens. The car doesn’t move. Again I push with all my might. Again nothing. As I lean against the frozen-stuck old station wagon, considering a new lifestyle of weightlifting and steroids, the four-wheel driver arrives to assist. Soon, another truck comes by with more help. Eventually, I have a team of white knights and knightesses pushing my old car out of the drift and down the road. Eternally grateful, our reward is to let them pass. As we slowly head toward our destination, my little chanters are quiet, the falling snow has doubled its force, and I’m feeling courageous enough for second gear. Ha! A little snow would never stop a Terracite. So what if we have to park in the middle of the main street to chip the ice from the windshield wipers — twice. So the muffler sounds funny after scraping through a heavy drift, that’s life in the north. We may have barely missed sliding into the deep ravine they call a culvert, but we Terracites are a tough breed. But they’d NEVER believe this back in Gig Harbour. he water in the pool... we are looking forward to doing it again, . The NWCC Students Associa- tion and | would like to give special thanks to: Tony Torgilia for his fantastic ideas and sup- port, as well as his staff who volunteered their time and help and thanks also to Gary Mills . and Nolan Beaudry from the college for their audio visual ex- pertise.