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Waterloo Chronicle (Waterloo, On1868), 27 Jun 1984, p. 6

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PAGE 0 - “mag-1500, 'te8ttx_E, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 21, 1904 Mary first joined the Fairway Press organization as a reporter in 1975 and within a year was named editor of the Chronicle, a job she held for a year-and-a-half before moving on to our sister paper Cambridge Times. After a stint working at Waterloo Public Library; she moved to Calgary in 1979 with husband Allan where she most recently worked in public relations with Foothills Pipeline. In fact, our final memory of Mary goes back several years to this time, when she breezed into our office while on a trip back East. Thrilled with her new job, she rejoiced at the opportunity it was providing her, a chance at travel, at excitement, at tackling new challenges. Our lasting memory, however, will be of a young woman who sat bravely in this editor's chair when times weren't as rosy as today. It wasn't that long ago, Mary's time here in fact, that today's comfy community newspapers were "bare bones weekly" newspapers, lacking as much in prestige as they did in respect from other media. "Just weeklies." Waterloo Chronicle, what's that, they asked? What's that? For thousands of Mary Stuparts across the country, it was a chance, it was hope. Hope that someday all those 70 and 80-hour work weeks, all the personal sacrifices, and the total dedication to one's work would somewhere, somehow be recognized and rewarded. Mary's was a one-woman ship, meaning she was expected to know as much about Saturday's ballgame as Monday's municipal public hearing as Thursday's chamber music concert. She had to be good at everything, not some things. And she was. She never simply existed within her chosen profession, she always strived for perfection, a habit far too many of us let slide under the burden of everyday stress. She drove herself constantly, always looking for that better story, that crisper photo, that shake-the-foundation editorial. Much to our delight, her last visit made us aware of the happiness she had finally found, her just reward for those years of back-breaking service. We know of no one more de- serving. Now, she has gone to a better place. But not soon will we forget, that in her too-short time with us, Mary Stupart served as a constant reminder that life is meant to be lived to the fullest, that the whole way is the only way, that in everything you do, give it all you‘ve got. It is with great sorrow and honorable intent that we dedicate this space to the memory of former Chronicle editor Mary Stupart, tragically killed at age 32 in a single-car accident Friday near Espanola, Ont. News of Mary's death touches us deeply, those of us who grew alongside her in the journalistic womb, those of us who cling to the corporate vine she so loyally served, those of us who remember her for her sincerity, her dedication, her helping hand. "Att_t68t"utr 'ttttlt" with name. 'tttAr-tir-irate-tttttrs-tg' 1fllit2 '"d,'ltfi'St,'tteiiir,i'i't And the Match m M 'rgttt'tirtttuit. . Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, cl a division of Kitchener-Waterloo Record Ltd., owner . " A 225 Fairway Rd. s., Kitchener, Ont. {Ox ( address correspondence to “Interim ofnee: BLUE " [In I 45 Erb St, E.. wuerloo, Ont. NN 1L7. telephone ass-am . Patoait l 'twat, Waterloo Chronido ottbco is located in the Haney. Whlte Law omce . WARD ‘\_J 1ef.,ttettr.. tetItrar.ituyg?eLh'r.'2 f.t,"tyl/P..J"'" ot the 'hrcttrmtieiemsie-ietttees "You can move the cue eardLi/er-hisre so he (Glen Campbell) can see them. I already know the song." Remembering " is written policy address correspondence to Waterioo ofttee: 45 Erb St, E.. Waterloo. Ont. NN IL7, telephone 88-2830 Waterloo Chronic“: ottbcq 13 located brt the Haney. White Law Otnco Balding. (rear entrance, upper t5oor) Parting at the (ear of the building. Open Monday to Friday 9:00 am to 6:00 pm. 'teitttietetsttmtrdaetts "terdttiettfsmtrairandetr 'tti-tttttparte-it-iii-thm. "tmettrrepttetmor-a,tt-- _'iiiii'tt1'iti1i'fik'if tl i _ _ can lac-dud.“ '“W magnum-mm 'ey1tttye.tt,,ttfrtfytetr'e.t, '4httiitetVt6rSaMrtltt,,thtttem, ammumnu. Singer Anne Murray at Monday's taping of Glen Campbell's 25th anniversary show at Centre in the Square. Publisher: Paul Winkler Manager: Bill Karges Editor: Rick Campbell - SEE PAGE 20 established 1854 Good friends drop in to make sure I 'm not going down the drain. Old friends have written: Gene Macdonald, Per Vidsten, Kay Dios, and many others. You’ll probably get my answers before Christmas. IT'S been a long, cold winter and spring, and Q heart is still sore. But the tuplips are bursting and the sun is shining, and the kindness of people keep the spirit alive. But I aian't do it. The phone keeps ringing. Old friends drop in. People bring me gifts. Naturalli. the phohe ringsGrherfrm on the john or in the bath-tub. I think I'll have it removed. Not the bathtub, but the phone. Gifts? A daffodil in January. A pot of 'mums " can't spell the whole word.) in February. A chicken pie and butter tarts in March. An Easter lily from dear Julie " Easter. Cooked goodies from Evelyn, my cleaning lady. Three pounds of California dates from my old roommate at college. (What does one do with three pounds of dates?) Letters still come from all over the continent. Some of them make me weep. as they try to condole and comfort. I'll never get around to answering all of them, but thanks. thanks. especially to those who know me only through this column. There's a tendency to sleep in, and stay up until the last late movie is over. and to exist on frozen chicken pies. Other friends drag me out to dinner and force me to be genial. if not jovial. It's difficult, but not impossible. The local so" club says I'll be fined if I don't pay up before a certain date. The insurance company has already nailed me for being late in payment. I missed the date for one Visa card payment and been fined. Some guy from Avis in Florida telis me there was body damage to the car I hired. and was I in an accident. No, I don't think I'll even answer him. bad. To the bad, I'm fairly imperturbattle. To the good, I'm grateful, More good news. My neighbours are as staunch as Scottish clansmen. They dam Interfere. They That’s gone 9! they“ new: and, spine of the Bill Smiley Syndicated columnist Good news They'll be going to a day camp. where they're supposed to tire themselves out with swimming and running and stuff. But they come home at 4:30. want to play soccer or to go to the beach, and are still going " a sail-watt clip. Then they want to stay up until midnight. watching TV. on. well, I'll probably survive, and if I don't, so be it. l 'm trying to brace myself for two weeks of my grandboys early in July. It was tough enough when their Gran was here to haw] them out for all sorts of sundry misbehavior. If this column ceases to appear about mid July, send my mail to the local Medical Health Centre. There's something awfully sweet about the girls (who wore jeans all year) in their long dresses, and something pathetic in the graduating boys, strangely pathetic in real suits and choking to death in ties. Otherwise. my busted shoulder is coming along. and I'm going to try to sying a gall club. do My big social event of the next while Is the high school commencement. a long, often boring. and usually very hot evening. But I thint' _l'll go somFsrrimmigii, aid treierackini au book. More good news. I got a kid to cut my lawn and other dreary duties, and the manor looks halrdeeeut. He was a good lad, worked hard, and was honest. if taciturn. "Good"; that's OK; "Good," was all he said. but he worked. As Jim started back to his workshop to have another go, I spotted the brand-new lawnmower at the back of the tool-shed. We hauled out a broken bicycle, sundry doors and sew. and pulled out the new one. It started like a Jet fighter. He charged me nothing, even though I was the dance. And his wife invited me to cof- fee. don't pry. But when you need help, they're right there. Jim came over and tried to get my lawnmower going. He did, but it would stop. Finally I realized he'd been trying to fix my old lawnmower. which the dopey kid rd hired last year had put in the toolshed. instead of leaving it out for the dump, as I'd intended.

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