Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Diesel Shaver - Remember the Ancaster Spirit

Remember the Ancaster Spirit,

Well before the pool was built onto the schools arm,

when the roads gravel rambled off to the local dump or on further to the site of
Copetown motorbike races, a forgotten fellow walked the country miles.

He slept in the fields of our fathers work, awoke with the dancing sun, waited for our
lovers. He wandered the halls of our homes, swung the bats at the diamond, saw the fruit trees bloom over and over. Knew the last man hanged in Canada was delivered to his noose in Ancaster. That ghost waited for the day the last rooms of the old Catholic school would fall off the edge, so cracked and hanging. He sat at the grain mills river and knew the way of bakers and farmers. Without a word he saw many places change hands and names.

The Hermitage ruins has his Christian name scratched into its old blocks, the nearby spring washed his hands. That Ancaster spirit still marks out the older places, the radial lines,
the drug store (dated by its tube tester) and the children's faces now grown and
gone.

Without prejudice he watches the next generations, forever. The spirit
of Ancaster.

Love - Deisel Shaver.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

2012-04-08


Easter Sunday April 8th


Happy Easter to all, and as I sit and enjoy this lovely sunny long weekend – with not a whole planned and enjoyable family times, yard cleanup and some early planting.

I think about how lucky we are in Ancaster sometimes seems a little Utopian – I know my neighbors and (sometimes) wave and the masses of people that go by my house on their way to the Bray Path. 

I can’t help but think about the recent news stories concerning homes in the Meadowlands, and wonder how the neighbors did not have any idea.  Groups of men in and out of the house at strange hours, the comings and goings must have been very strange.  For a seemingly well to do neighborhood – it at least causes my eyebrows to curl. 


Some victims worked directly for the organization’s stucco businesses, while others were farmed out to different companies, including a lumber yard and a tiling contractor.

 Gang members lived the high life. In the fall of 2009, Ferenc and Gyula Domotor moved into new houses, each worth nearly $500,000, down the street from each other in Ancaster.

 Over the course of the next year, even as police investigated, the Domotor organization continued to bring workers into the country and even branched into a new type of crime: tipping over Canada Post boxes at night and rooting through the mail to steal and cash cheques.

The really scary thing is that these people were running multiple Contractor business’s – stucco and tiling and dealing with local people and coming in and out of our homes.

How do you select a Contractor – from a mess of Ad’s in the back of the Newspaper?  No you should call friends and people you know – people with personal references – like the Ancaster Factor.  www.ancasterfactor.ca.

 Every person on the business directory at the Ancaster Factor – I know and personally vouch for – honestly.  J - jojo