Let­ters to the Edi­tor

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to keep our gun range ac­tive. We had a range where mem­bers could en­joy shoot­ing, and EN­JOY, is the magic word. We of­ten had what we called a Club Shoot, once and some­times twice a year, which in­volved 8 to 9 events for Rim Fire and Cen­tre Fire Ri­fles and Rim Fire and Cen­tre Fire Hand­guns. This al­ways turned out to be an en­joy­able get to­gether that lasted all day.

To­day there is a very nice gun range fa­cil­ity, with 300 yards for ri­fle and a short, but us­able hand­gun range. Now with the very high num­ber of mem­ber­ships, from any­where, it’s be­come very reg­u­lated and not re­lax­ing or en­joy­able. Of course, the Cana­dian Firearms Of­fi­cers add their own ideas to the reg­u­la­tions, and that is not the fault of the club ex­ec­u­tives. So, with the high num­ber of mem­ber­ships, the need for more strin­gent reg­u­la­tions are nec­es­sary. This does not cre­ate an en­joy­able shoot­ing ses­sion for me. Those who have not ex­pe­ri­enced the dif­fer­ence, do not know the dif­fer­ence.

I don’t know how many orig­i­nal mem­bers still use the range, I’m sure the odd one still does, and of course I’m not a mem­ber any­more. I’m very for­tu­nate to have had the many years of en­joy­able shoot­ing, it’s just sad that the lo­cal Gun Club is gone. Ge­orge Harder Edi­tor’s Note: Good let­ter Mr. Harder. Thanks for writ­ing. Dear Edi­tor;

Car­bon re­cently lost another unique char­ac­ter in Reg Trepanier a.k.a. as Reg­gie Rabbit.

He de­scended from a lo­cal rail­road fam­ily and was a fix­ture in the com­mu­nity, go­ing to school there and with his fam­ily’s sup­port ran the Rabbit Hole restau­rant and cof­fee shop. It was the lo­cal hangout for many years and I am con­vinced was the in­spi­ra­tion for Cor­ner Gas. When I stopped for lunch, Reg, Marlis or Nancy would usu­ally tell me what I wanted, sav­ing the bother of a menu.

Every com­mu­nity has its cast of char­ac­ters but Car­bon had many more per capita and most ended up at the Rabbit Hole. At cof­fee we didn’t sit by age group, so­cial sta­tus, re­li­gion or lack of, we sat by com­mu­nity, bush­ing (con­tact me if you don’t know) for some be­ing part of the at­mos­phere.

In Reg’s later years he served the role of Town Crier, at­tend­ing every func­tion and drop­ping in on every place he was able to.

We at­tended Reg’s memo­rial lunch and were able to visit with many of Car­bon’s fu­ture “old char­ac­ters.” As usual the Car­bon ladies lived up to their rep­u­ta­tion of su­perb fu­neral lunches, and yes I had an egg salad sand­wich, in fact I had two. Both ex­cel­lent but the one with green onion in it set a new stan­dard. My so­cial life con­sists of doc­tors ap­point­ments and fu­ner­als. When the fu­neral is for some­one my age or older, al­though sad, it can be a good part of life. At the doc­tor I get a pre­scrip­tion, req­ui­si­tion or re­fer­ral, at Dear Edi­tor;

Con­grat­u­la­tions 100 years of the Drum Mail.

Grow­ing up in Drumheller, we waited for the pa­per Wed­nes­days - rain, snow or shine, we got it in our home.

It was read from front to back, ads and all. This is how we planned our week - theatre, sports and very im­por­tantly, danc­ing at the Elks Hall. We all loved Bobby Hoy, Storch’s and of course Cliff Har­vey’s Dance Band. This was when the older folks smoked in­side and the men drank a tot or two out­side or be­fore the dance.

To have the Drum Mail pa­per route was so im­por­tant. To col­lect the money was hard some­times as money was not too plen­ti­ful. The stan­dard an­swer on col­lec­tion day was, ‘come back tonight, my hus­band will pay you’. Christ­mas was great - usu­ally a tip or a candy or two.

The free ads to send in The Mail did prove to be a very bad ex­pe­ri­ence for my one sis­ter. It said, ‘Get your free choco­late and you will be so relaxed for the rest of your life’. Relaxed she was, sit­ting on the white thrown - Exlax it was!

Keep up the good pa­per. Maybe the Car­bon Tax will dis­ap­pear into the green hills of home, Drumheller. on your good old Re­spect­fully yours, Mary Guter­son Camp­bell

It angers me that your Gov­ern­ment think they have the right to steal from me in the form of the car­bon tax.

Tak­ing my tax dol­lars from me and giv­ing them back to some­one else be­cause their net in­come is less than mine is ridiculous. Just be­cause my net is more than some­one else’s has noth­ing to do with how much fuel I use. Your plan is noth­ing more than re­dis­tri­bu­tion of wealth. I worked hard all my life and saved as much as pos­si­ble in or­der that when I re­tired I might be able to live com­fort­ably. Now you feel that you can steal my money and give it to some­one else just be­cause their net in­come is less. Your gov­ern­ment is not pro­gres­sive - it is re­gres­sive. You have no idea how bad you are run­ning this Prov­ince into the dirt.

You may be ed­u­cated but you are a fool. As I have stated be­fore, CO2 is not a pol­lu­tant, which is what you have claimed, it is a nat­u­ral el­e­ment nec­es­sary to sus­tain life. That is a fact that stu­dents learn in grade school. If CO2 were re­ally the prob­lem you make it out to be, ev­ery­one should pay the same amount of tax on what they use, not get a re­bate on some of it just be­cause you want to buy votes for the next elec­tion.

Start be­ing fair to all Al­ber­tans and treat them equally in­stead of pick­ing out dif­fer­ent sec­tors and pe­nal­iz­ing them. Bill 6 was your first bru­tal penalty against a sec­tor and you have continued to pick and choose whose the next in line for your ill thought out poli­cies. Richard Pre­ston

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