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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, March 30, 1983 editor's choice - Editorial Easter - the season of hope and promise by FR. KENNETH POTTIE, St. Martinm of Tours Church When some people think of Easter, they think of spring, candies, eggs, flowers, and bunnies. When Christ- ians think of Easter they might think of some of the above things, but what is more important for them is that Easter is the celebration of the glorious Resurrection of our Lord, Jesus Christ, who rose bodily from the grave and showed His victory over death on the first Easter Sunday. This celebration, for Christians, is the great- est feast day in the Church. Why? Because Jesus Christ, the Son of God, completed His work of suffering and dying for all people. He "died and rose from the dead to prove that there is life after death, and that there is hope and promise for us too, if we believe and live in Him now. In 2 Timothy 2:11, St. Paul tells us "if we have died with Him", that is, if we die to sin and 'selfishness each day, if we promise to give up sin and follow Jesus, then "we shall also live with Him", that is, we shall share with Him the victory and glory of His new life both now and in Heaven. This is the sure hope and great promise of our Risen Lord to us. St. Paul reminds us that we share this new life and Spirit of Jesus through our Baptism, and by living out our baptismal promises. If we have been given new life and brought to life in the Risen Jesus, then we are called by the Lord to share that Good News - that Hope and Promise - to others. We are asked by Jesus to bring the light of His life to those at home, in our families, at work, at play, in our neighbourhoods, and in our churches. We are called by the Risen Jesus to live His new life through our daily prayer, our Sunday worship, our good read- ing, and our loving and kind words and actions for one another. Only Jesus, through His Body, the Church, can give us His new life, the sure hope and bright promise that comes with living this new life of the Risen Jesus each day. Let us, this Easter, respond to the Lord! Alleluia! Happy Easter! Joyeuses Paques! Terrace Bay Schreiber ing Terrace Bay, wand _ Published every Wednesday by Laurentian Publishing Ltd. Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario TELEPHONE: 825-3747 Deadline: Friday, 5:00 p.m. Subscription rates: $10.00 per annum (local) $14.00 per annum (out-of-town) Second Class Mail Registration No. 0867 Editor: Harry Huskins Features Editor: Judie Cooper Business Manager: Diane Matson Production Manager: Mary Melo Receptionist Carol Koshowski member of Contributing Mary Hubelit Win. Campbell Kelly McGuire Anne Todesco Editors BY MARK TURRIS Your SCouT MEETING? OUR LEADER [6 VERY DEDICATED. HE WENT HOME YEAH. I HEARD HIM SAY THAT AFTER THIS HE WAS GOING HOHE Kooy TIE ONE ON. NG Northern Affairs by JANE E. GREER Mail order can be convenient for purchas- ing anything from seeds and books to department store merchandise . . but unless you exercise caution it may also be a great way to bid your money adieu. As with most types of business, it's the small minority which gives the rest an unsavory repu- tation, so deal with teputable, established firms, especially those recommended by friends and neighbours. Here are a few sug- gestions to help --you avoid problems when ordering goods by mail: Extravagant Claims - Remember that if the deal sounds a little too good to be true, it probably is. Take a close look at what the ads are really offering. What you actually receive may not live up to your expectations. Compari- son shop. Could you get a better deal from another mail order busi- ness? Often merchanise offered by a mail order house may be available at similar or lower prices in a local store. Favourite Gimmicks - Several types of mail order offers are best avoided. For example, some ads offer exciting employment opportuni- ties in a foreign country or in the Canadian north. To receive a list of these opportunities you just send money. Often the information you re- ceive turns = to be merely company names and addresses, out-of- date want ads, and tourist information. Get - rich - quick schemes. are also popular mail order items. For a sum of money you_ receive material which is sup- posed to show you how to make a fortune. The only person who gets rich with this deal is the one who receives the money. Sending Off Your Money -- It's a wise policy to pay C.O.D. (cash on delivery) when dealing with mail order companies. That way if the merchandise is not delivered or if it is unsatisfactory you are in a better position to have your complaint handled. Most reputable firms will deal C.O.D. al- though in some cases it may cost a little more. The added fee is worth the extra protection you enjoy. The Mail Order Checklist - Before you deal with a mail order business ask yourself the following questions: Mail Order buying 1. What does the advertising really prom- ise? 2. Do I really need this article? 3. Could I purchase this article for a lower price locally? 4. Do I have the option of paying cash on deliv- ery? : 5. Does the advertis- ing provide sufficient information for you to make a wise decision? 6. Does the company offer a 'money back' guarantee if the mer- chandise is unsatis- factory? 7. What do I know about this company's reputation. For further informa- tion contact the North- ern Affairs Office, locat- ed on the Lower Floor, Peninsula Building, 2 Gilbert St., Marathon or telephone 229-1153 or Zenith 33160. Arthur Black. If you happened to be lurking around the Thunder Bay Airport a couple of weekends back, you'd have noticed something unusual. Forty-eight unusual somethings, actualy. Humans -- but decided- ly exotic ones for this time of year and this neck of the woods. All ' tanned and healthy-looking, with the odd straw hat and sandal- shod foot poking out here and there. That was us -- The Cuban Bri- gade. Back from two weeks of "fun in the sun" on Varadero Beach in Cuba. But you shouldn't be fooled by those deep mahogany exteriors. There were more than a few scars and welts under those tanned hides. A vacation in Cuba, as we all discovered, is not like a trip to Disneyland. It is not even like a long weekend in Bertha's Bide- A-Wee Cottages on Lake Winne- patonka. When it comes to tourist comfort, Cuba is still a trifle ... rough and ready. The accomoda- tions are austere, the electric appliances are fitful, and the food - well, let's just say that if a mysterious poultry disease was to sweep through the chicken coops: The Cuban Brigade of Cuba, no Cuban would ever see lunch or dinner again. I can't prove it, but I have every reason to believe the Cuban National Bird is-a bantam rooster. Fried. As for shopping in Cuba - better to forget it and spend the day at the beach. Cuba turns out sublime rum; the best cigars in the world and that's "it. Anything else they might have for sale, they ran out of yesterday. You should try to buy something in Cuba, though. Just for the unforgettableness of the experi- ence. Somehow, Fidel has managed to combine Soviet business acu- men (lineups and shortages) with Caribbean pace (dead slow). The result: well, it can take up to twenty minutes to buy a package of cigarettes. And that's only if no other customers are in front of you. Cuba, you see, is perhaps the only country in the Western World suffering from chronic overemployment. Everybody has a job. You will find five salesgirls in a 20 by 20-foot boutique. You will find uniformed eievator operators sitting on stools - inside self-service elevators. Does all this personpower mean you get extra attention and fast service? You're being naive, amigo. Here is what happens when you attempt to purchase say, a bottle of suntan oil, a package of ciga- rettes and some matches at a tourist boutique in Cuba. You put your goodies on the counter, behind which three women are chattering and ignoring you. You stand and wait. Being an ignorant Gringo, you think nothing is happening, but you're wrong. One of the women, without missing a beat in the conversation, is languidly reach- ing for the order pad. She will insert a piece of well-used carbon paper between the first and second pages of the pad, so that whatever gets written down, will be in duplicate. Next, she looks for paper clips to hold the carbon paper and the pages together. Then she begins to look for a pen to write down what you're buy- ing. Anticipating an early sunset, you offer her your ballpoint. She begins to write. Every ... detail ... of ... every ... thing ... you're buying. Type of cigarettes; filtro or sin filtro; price ... number of boxes of matches; price ... Brand of sun tan oil; price... And this is only the beginning! We still haven't talked about currency! Are you paying' in Canadian or American? (They don't take Cuban pesos in tourist stores.) We still face conversion of the Cuban price into whatever you're paying with. Conversion is worked out first on a pocket calculator, then on the electronic cash register. The two never tally. The whole process starts again. I know how the Cubans could insure there will never be another Bay of Pigs Invasion. Forget armies and tanks and naval blockades. All they have to do is set up Cuban checkout counters all around the coast. Nobody would ever get in. All of this makes it sound like our vacation in Cuba was a flop. It wasn't. Not once everybody got used to the reality that we were not in a tropical version of Howard Johnson's. In fact, the best thing I know about Cuba is that it's not at all like Florida. No traffic jams, no wall-to-wall mass of flesh on the beaches. And the beaches and the ocean were glorious. The best I've ever seen. Restricted? I think I saw six soldiers in two weeks. You can rent a car and go anywhere you want - outside of military bases. But have. you ever tried to take a Sunday afternoon drive through Camp Borden? Every member of the Cuban Brigade, Northwestern Ontario Division has a lifetime of stories to tell -- dancing on the beach at the Dupont Mansion; the -time three tourist ferries lashed them- selves together in the middle of the bay and a conga line of slightly tipsy turistas wove from one boat to another, to another and back... I've got some stories I can't print in a family newspaper. Want to hear them? Simple. Just invite me for dinner. But I warn you. If you're serving fried chicken I'll throw up on your doormat.