‘Incredible’ describes new Emo store

The “Land of the Cloverleaf,” otherwise known as Rainy River District, soon will be rejoicing over a huge new grocery store at Emo where Cloverleaf Grocery, or Loney’s, is in the process of introducing a revolutionary idea—new on this continent—to look after both heating and air conditioning.
Dan Loney, one of two brothers holding the reins on this runaway operation, said Friday that his grandfather founded the firm in 1932. He would no doubt be stunned by their new development.
The system admired here is one of very few introduced so far in all of North America. Simply put, as Dan explains it, ground water is stored 16 feet above the floor in the high room. The thermal idea depends on heat and cold exchanges.
Dan promised to mail the full explanation to the Times and claimed no other store in Canada has installed this system, known as compressor heating. It uses water and a compressor for temperature control winter and summer.
Other sensational aspects of the new Loney’s include spaciousness beyond belief, a huge public service area, including large washrooms next to the entrance, lots of overhead lamps also related to the heating system, and many other ideas to gasp over.
They are not opening before May, contrary to earlier expectations, but the public can expect to be impressed by every detail as well as the great size!
And, oh yeah, the saving in electricity can amount to around 60 percent of regular costs for that amount of space.
Stocking already had commenced along the many steel shelves. Someone appears to have thought everything out well in advance.
So, look out for not merely surprises but probably the shock of your life sometime in May. There was just too much to look after to include the opening with Emo’s famed Spring Fever Days earlier this month.
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From an ancient musical: “Come away my pretty little girl.”
“I went to see my sweetheart, who was standing in the door, shoes and stockings in her hand and feet all over the floor!”
Judging from the love songs suggested to me for recalling this week, winter is being ignored while romance carries on. As in numerous of our oldies, such as: “When it’s springtime in the Rockies. And the sun shines every day. Little sweetheart of the mountains, I’m coming home to stay.”
And “There is a tavern in the town where my true love sits him down. . . .”
And “Bring back my Bonnie to me . . .,” “The Quilting Party,” and “I’ll take you home again, Kathleen . . .” or “Oh my darling Clementine. . . .”
All these ancient songs of romance and more come up at this time of year, especially it seems, when people are inclined to stay at home because of snowbanks and bad weather.
But hey! It’s spring and the older folks can turn such songs on for you, songs like many today may have never known. Clementine, for instance, used to get a great going over!
“She is lost and gone forever; Oh my darling. Clementine!”
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For me, Larry Fontana’s story of the Hallett and Captain Billy Martin (Steamboat Billy) has to be the most striking story in the Times’ centennial edition that was published last week.
I’m glad Larry mentioned Bill’s reputation as a drinker and fighter, nothing derogatory for that era understand—and definitely important elements in understanding lumberjacks, as we called all of our woodsmen.
I would see these men enter the Mine Centre hotel while returning to Fort Frances from around Flanders, where most of their camps were located.
Some of them should have been watching over their shoulder because Billy might be coming after one or more. He would stride in, according to stories, see someone he wanted to meet, walk up behind that man, and tap him on the back.
When that man turned to face him, it was said that Billy might throw a fist and his target would go down!
That’s all, but Billy was boss and you had better learn to believe it!
I came down the lake on the Hallett only once and a friend, Pete McDonald, was a deckhand although Bill’s brother, George, and also Eddy George also were manning the long pikepoles.
George Martin and my father later lived near each other and both were alone so they made a pact to phone in turn every morning to make sure the other was still well—a suggestion followed by other older people.
Other locally famous woodsmen such as Eric Pearson and Pete Johnson were part of the group that befriended my father.
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I have memories of the Boileaus of Third Street East, where Lin grew up before he went overseas to bring home his war bride and raise their family and allow their boys to deliver the Winnipeg Tribune for me.
At least one of their sons, Mike, became a policeman.
I believe Lin’s brother, Louis, once enjoyed politics and the pair were always together in the family’s large front yard, where as boys they kept a large turtle you could stand on and even ride.
This was in the same neighbourhood as the Coran and Fichuk families so there were lots of kids around there then, before the liquor store came along. But the railroad and coal dock were very close.
The Boileau sister, Rose, grew up to marry to the postmaster and their parents were a jolly couple who always gave visiting children a warm welcome.
And don’t Jean and Lin Boileau look swell as our Citizens of the Year whenever they step out in their old-time dignified costumes!
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When recycling was cancelled in Crozier with very few complaints, there were no serious problems, especially around the farms where burner barrels look after much of the trash and residents haul away their own debris largely.
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I’ll never get over the fact my farm has been bare of livestock for long enough now that I’m missing all of our cattle, horses, and whatever else this spring. I never thought at the time the animals were kept mainly to look at and pay for farm machinery and fuel, but many of our district families have been going along for generations on those terms, with usually enough left over just to pay the taxes.
As they say elsewhere, we farmed in “next year country” with hopes eventually of leaving something behind. And now I miss all that! Maybe the challenge of it all was enough satisfaction to keep us going and compensate for our toil and troubles.
I know I still awaken with an urgent need to get going outdoors to either fix a fence or check on whether a heifer has calved successfully or waited for warm weather to increase the herd. Many calves came along on the coldest days!
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George Mylenchuk comes running down the street like a teenager, stopping only long enough to say he won’t be flying for Vic Davis of Rainy Lake for maybe a month or more yet because the northern lakes are always slower to open for landings and take-offs.
But George, also a well-remembered hockey player, never looks too worried! Not many his age could match his running! Maybe onlly the late George Mayhew!

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