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In Aurora's early days, when she was a village , there was no town hall . The head of the Council was Reeve, not Mayor.
Meetings were held in taverns of which there were several. Cpuncil met in each in turn.
On one occasion,( the Reeve was teetotal} the tavern keeper was charged the next day with selling booze after hours .
Even then ,Aurorans were in the habit of writing letters to the editor. They didn't have to use their names. One regular letter writer called himself "pro bono publico"
In my early days, some Counillors and the Mayor, were in the habit of popping over to the amouries after the meeting and hoisting a few in the officers' mess. I enjoyed the conviviality.
Sometimes,if something particularly stupid had been said during a council meeting, there would be riotuous laughter,
Bob Buchanan , the editor of The Banner was usually with us.
We didn't think we were doing anything shameful. We certainly paid for our own .
Occasionally, if an employee was retiring, special recognition was paid to long-term service and a nice little reception was held in a room above the office.
The clerk held the key to the liquor cabinet.It was unlocked to hoist a glass to the retiring employee. People worked until sixty-five. They were not well paid but they certainly had status .
Another tradition was a small celebration, the night the budget was approved.
The budget was the most significant event of the year.
All else stemmed from the estimates.
It didn't mean funds approved for a project meant approval of the project. . It was about intentions.
If something unexpected happened during the year that meant money had to be found, something else might had to be cancelled.
There were no "reserve" funds. The clerk, also t treasurer, always recommended putting something aside for big ticket items. .Mostly for replacing a vehicles when it just wouldn't
go any more.
Mostly, we had to use the money, to replace a vehicle that just wouldn't go any more.
In those days, vehicles were not replaced until they wouldn't
run any moe.
The street sweeper was a man named Tom. He made his own equipment. It was a garbage can on wheels with wooden handles. He used a brush and shovel to lift the litter
Tom had to retire when he went deaf and people noticed he couldn't hear vehicles coming up behind him.
The Yonge Street core was swept daily.
Harry Squibb cared for the town hall until he retired. There wasn't a home in Aurora that shone cleaner
The Council chamber was a large room with a custom built table with a little brass plaque on the side bearig the maker's name.
Chairs were high -backed red leather. I kept sliding from the seat.
Two tall windows were curatined. A small table on the Mayor's ;eft side accommodated the Clerk and the clerk.
A table behind the door was for two reporters. One from The Newmarket Era and one from the Aurora Banner. The Banner reporter was also the editor.
There were three short rows of wooden chairs for visitors.Two ash tray stands with monkey heads and marble eyes stood on guard. They had also been made by someone for the Council chamber.
There were ash trays on the Council table.
One term , Councillor Illtyd Harris (tilted Illtyd) burned a candle at his place to cut the cigarette smoke.
Illtyd never came to the armouries after meetings.
He taught choir in the public school. He was having a dispute with the public school board about his pension at the time he served as a Councillor. He didn't run after he got that sorted out.
Illtyd was fairly certain he was more righteous than just about everyone..
He made a child cry by rebuking her in front of the entire class for the quality of her singing voice.
He wasn't my favourite Councillor.
Great word pictures for a dreary morning.
ReplyDeleteThe street sweeper was a man named Tom. He made his own equipment. It was a garbage can on wheels with wooden handles. He used a brush and shovel to lift the litter.
ReplyDeleteYes I remember it well as a kid , I was fasinated by the cart with two bicycle wheels an old steel garbage can and the long handles like a wheel barrow, the man always had a short stub of a cigar clenched in his teeth , you could never walk down town without seeing him, narry a spec of dirt could be found on the entire length of Yonge st,
Thanks for posting this old memory