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The topic of rising food prices has already been worn out by extensive debate by both the public and the media. But the discussion has generally been along the lines of extending sympathy to the consumer and completely ignoring a smaller yet much more important fact. While the rest of the pubâ€" lic is moaning its hardships incurred by these high costs a very small and generally disregardâ€" ed portion of society sees hope in these higher pricesâ€"the farmer. Although a lot of the increased cost is being absorbed by the middle man the farmer has a chance this year to start making a larger return on his investment, a return which has been shrinking in the past few years in comparison to his rising cost of production and his own cost of living. There has long been a peculiar stigma atâ€" tached to the image of the farmer. The term is generally used to describe someone who is backâ€" ward, behind the times. Farmers are anything but behind the times except of course in that one area that they are not paid proportionally to the hours they work or the risk involved in falling into financial problems with each year they operate their farm. Such unexpected calamities as disease or unfavourable weather could wipe out or greatly diminish a year‘s profits. , 4 Waterloo Chronicle, Wednesday, August 29, 1973 The lack of consideration for the farmer‘s welâ€" fare is not justified. He has continued to produce and has watched the prices rise with little comâ€" ing back to his pocket. If legislation is enacted against the rising cost of food, then hopefully it will be aimed toâ€" ward that vaguely defined group between the food outlets and the farmer. . Keep food Let the prices stay as they are now, but let more of the profits sift back through to the farmâ€" er. It was a hot humid August evening and we had to get out of the house for a breath of air and it was only a short walk down the street to the park. It was as we rounded the turn into the park that my question. popped out for I recall with a shiver down my spine everytime I turn that way the neverâ€"toâ€"beâ€"forgotten thrill of seeing and hearing the Scout House Band march. playing under the trees and into the park in the early dark of a summer evening many years ago. Our children were small then and a musical evening in "our‘ park was a family event not to be missed. 1 suppose nostalgia for things past is one of the bonuses of living and one of the pleasures of growing old. Waterloo Park is full of good memories for us and we were soon off on one **do you remember * after another. By Doris Hill Downtown Residents Assoc. While strolling through Waterloo Park the other evening with my husband of 31 years, I posed a question that grew into quite a discussion: ‘‘What do you feel more nostaigic about: things you have known or things you have never known but only heard about and wished you had known?" SCATTERING THOUGHTS Bill and Marcella Brown lived in the superintendent‘s house in the park years ago and we learned a lot about rosâ€" es from Bill. as well as how to do French braids on little girls hair from his wife. _ > He had a special soft spot in his heart for nesting wild birds too, you always learned some\thing from stopping for a chat with them on your walks through:the park. Living in the heart of the city as we did. it was a never ending delight to experience. by walking a couple of blocks, the serenity of the country that seemed to abide under the spreading old trees. the rolling green lawns and the quiet curve of Silver Lake in the lovely color parade of the Canadian seaâ€" Our children learned to play tennis there, they took their swimming lessons there and won their hardâ€"earmmed badges up to lifeâ€"guarding. The Sunday school picnics seem so long ago with their threeâ€"legged races and the ice cream cones that fell in the sand and all the hard working comâ€" mittee mothers Then there were the Fair Days of long ago with the beautiful black and white cows and the Lions Club memâ€" bers shouting hello as they ran the various games and exâ€" hibits prices Up Of all the flashbacks. one of the most thrilling was the nostalgic look at Waterloo Park Centennial celebration. What pride we felt as outâ€"ofâ€"town Published every Wednesday by Fairway Press. a division of Kitchenerâ€"Wateriloo Record Ltd. 225 Fairway Rd.. S.. Kitâ€" chener. Ontario. Address correspondence to Waterloo Square. Waterloo. Ont. Telephone 744â€"6364 ers raved about the feeling of continuity they experienced in what our Historical Society was able to communicate so graphically about this heritage of ours, in our particular comer of Canada. Well chaps, we haven‘t been to The Tower yet, nor have we seen the Changing of the Guards, and my wife was looking out the wrong side of the bus when we went â€" past _ Buckingham Palace. But we did have breakfast in bed on Sunday morning and watched a dandy American western on TV, so you might say we‘re having a swinging time in London town. & As our stroll extended past the Park Zoo it was only naâ€" tural for us to feel a related nostalgia in reverse, if it can correctly be so designated. What will this hub of cormmmunâ€" ity life which Waterloo Park has been in our life hold for generations that come after us? High density housing is a form of progress but for whom and at the expense of whom? Professional efficiency and organizational planning is a form of progress that is inâ€" evitable. But how many of our engineers and community planners are men of vision and not merely career opportunâ€" ists with a youthful idealism gradually smothered by politiâ€" cal expediency? It‘s easy enough to criticize from where we sit. on the middleâ€"aged sidelines with all our glowing meâ€" mories to color our limited sights, but from this position we have in time it does seem that our city planners of the present and future might pause and give some thought to what their life and work ran contribute to the nostalgia of the generation yet to ‘come as did a few of the men before them. & As our city expands in the future years, how much serenâ€" ity will be allowed to remain here? Progress is inevitable, but progress has many definitions and sadly it does not alâ€" ways prove to be in the best interests of the majority. In Canada: one year $8: in United States and Foreign countries: one year $10 SUBSCRIPTION RATES ESTABLISHED 1854 Wendy Herman, editor Bill Smiley This still has to be one of the most exciting cities in the world, despite its basic ugliness. I rather expected to be disappointed. I reâ€" membered warâ€"time Lonâ€" don: hub of the empire; streets alive with young men in the uniforms of fifty different forces; pubs jamâ€" med; nights electrifying with promise despite blackâ€" out and air raids: It‘s not the same, of wÂ¥ UAQVC ce o o U igu@tS ¢<*08* wUVWpUVTWbJo : LZERS... CHECK ... CHECK.... CKIACYKL.... CHECYL.... CHECC... I‘m bird watching in London town know there are thousands of acres of bleakness and ugliness and even squalor outside that, but the old heart of the city is still thumping away, as strong as ever. course, but it‘s still treâ€" mendously alive, at least in the downtown core. I Despite all her premoniâ€" tions of disaster, I think I‘m going to have to use dyâ€" namite to get my wife out of here and off on our travels. Her first impression was one of horror, as we drove in from the airport. "I‘ve never seen such a dirty place!""‘ And it is pretty drab in the suburbs: rows and rows of grimy, grey housing, interspersed by grubby little shops and pizza joints. I couldn‘t blame her. No woman is ecstatic about anything after 4,000 miles of travel and about twentyâ€" six hours without sleep. I wasn‘t exactly feeling like Tarzan myself. But she‘s almost fallen in love with London. .She wouldn‘t want to live here. Nobody in his right mind would. But I could spend a month out of each year in this ancient pile of stones and never tire of it. Supposing you like visiting graveyards and such. There are nine great museums. There are the homes of peoâ€" ple like Charles Dickens and Samuel Johnson. And there‘s the greatest of all, Westâ€" minster Abbey, where you can tread on the tombs of some of the greatest names in British history and literaâ€" ture. I couldn‘t be bothered, myself, but every man to his own thing. Maybe you are a birdâ€" watcher. Well, I am here to tell you that there is no greater birdâ€"watching sancâ€" tuary in the world than London. There are birds here of every race, colour and creed. I think I know now why Englishmen refer to young ladies as "birds". It‘s beâ€" cause the girls chitter constantly, in a very pleasâ€" ing manner. â€" s If you‘re a boozer, this is heaven. There are pubs of every shape, size and sound and there are enough of them to keepâ€"every man, woman and child in Canada drinking around the clock. Speaking of the clock and boozers, keep an eye on it. If you decide you need a snort at four p.m., and head for the pubs, you‘ll find yourself frantically rattling locked doors. They were open at noon, are now closed, and won‘t be open again until 5.30. But all is not lost. Just go into that department store, go to the spirits department, and the kindly lady clerk will sell you anything from a cold threeâ€"pack of ale to an expensive bottle of giggly, while â€" extolling toâ€"day‘s, special on Beefeater gin. What a crazy country. If you happen to be a theatre buff, which I am, among other things, you have arrived at the pearly gates. From our hotel, we can throw a stone in almost any direction and hit a live theatre. We‘ve hit a difâ€" ferent one four nights in a row. Last night Paul Scofield in a satire, the night before Lauren Bacall in App‘ (a great musical), the t before Kenneth More in a comedy. We are just now debating whether we should go to see Wendy Hiller as Queen Mary, or Sir Alec Guiness in a new comedy. Hoâ€"Hum. However, the pubs are about to open, and there‘s birdâ€"watching to be done, so I‘ll see you next week . Then there are about five big musicals. The theatre scene here makes New York look sick, which it is, and makes Toronto look like Hayfork Centre. _ _ But perhaps the best enâ€" tertainment in London is plain peopleâ€"watching. The place is literally crawling with tourists and they come in every shape, size, colour and accent