On May Ist, '82 a dinner dance was organised for members of the community at the Etobicoke Olympium in Toronto. Despite the rather hurried (sometimes frantic) arrangements some 500 of the faithful were on hand with their friends for the occasion. We worked from a rather restricted mailing list also. Had we been in possession of more names and addresses we could have reached many more. The hall was rented under a 'package deal' which necessitated the catering of the dinner and the running of the cash bar by the Olympium management.

During dinner scrolls, outlining the purpose of the function viz. the production of a bi-yearly Anglo Indian Newsletter, were distributed. And then we danced to the music of the popular and versatile Mike Danton (formerly of Calcutta) and his band. From the repertoire of dance music that Mike presented that night it was obvious he knew his audience. He laid it on for every age group, from the 'teeny-boppers to the 'senior citizens'. For good measure he threw in the occasional clarinet solo (a la Benny Goodman style) and even sang some of the romantic melodies we heard so often back home. As an added bonus he introduced his guest crooner Jean Samion (nee Mac) formerly of Bombay, Calcutta and Delhi fame. Many of the older A.l's there remembered so well that if anyone could pour her heart into a song it would be this lovely and talented lady. Jean gave us a short, enthusiastic programme of songs from ballads to boogie to rock and received a standing ovation for her spirited efforts. Jean is presently a successful night club performer on the Toronto circuit and can currently be heard during the week at the plush Inn-On-The-Park in Toronto.

With such music to make the feet tingle you can bet that everybody danced: the old and the young, the shy and the gregarious, two left feet or not. It was a time to dance and be merry and be with friends. And the old perennials you always found at every Railway Institute dance in the good old days were present here too, propping up the bar, reminiscing with friends about the good times in Kharagpur, Deolali, the Calcutta Grail Club or Golden Rock. This was nostalgia night and they made the best of it.

Mind you like every function of this type there were complaints - about the soup and the coffee being served cold - and the organisers are now firmly convinced that to serve 500 sirloin steaks (with a choice of rare, medium or well-done no less) is just not practicable. But like one of the complainers admitted "In the final analysis who cares? We came to have a good time and that we did!!" I reckon that this 'Nostalgia Night' ended up for many as the most enjoyable night of the year and for this we owe our thanks to a number of people who worked selflessly to make it so. Apart from our hardworking committee we have to thank Alice Davidson, Rodney D'Croix, Godfrey D'Souza, Renee Fernandes and Ron Wilson who pressured so many into purchasing tickets. We record our appreciation for the prizes donated by Air Canada, Western Hotels and Ontario Place and Mrs. Audrey DeDombal who engineered it. Finally thank you Mike Danton, Jean Mac and the Boys from the Band who really put it all together and gave us a 'Piece of home'.

Dear Friends,

The subject of forming an Anglo-lndian Association in Canada has been mooted for a long time. Recently a group of friends discussed the situation again and, out of it all, two very salient points emerged. Firstly, the consensus was that the formation of an Association was not necessary at this time. Canada is a vast country and our people are scattered from the U.S. border to the North-West Territories; from the Pacific right across to the Atlantic Ocean. Toronto itself is a sprawling metropolis and getting together at any time always involves many kilometers of travel. To organize an Association, therefore, would undoubtedly involve a tremendous amount of work (both 'leg' and 'paper') and, being busily employed as most of us are, it would certainly be unfair for those on whose shoulders these responsibilities would ultimately rest. But now secondly - and perhaps more importantly - it was agreed that the need for Anglo-lndians to communicate and keep together was very great. After all we have all left good-paying jobs and an easy-going life-style to start afresh in this new country. Whether the motive for the move was political, economic, religious or mainly to establish the futures of our children, the fact does remain we were all born, bred and educated on the Asian sub-continent and we still retain many happy memories of our former homeland. It is also a proven fact that, because of our own particular heritage, culture and way of life, a gathering of the 'clan' always provides an atmosphere of warmth, gaiety and nostalgia as memories are rekindled and old acquaintances renewed.

And so our discussion group decided that the best way to hold the community together, outside the confines of an Association, was to publish, on a regular basis, an Anglolndian Newsletter - a paper that would carry news, views and comments concerning our community. Not only would we endeavour to cover the activities of the community in Toronto, but given some willing correspondents around and abroad, we could even include reports from Montreal, Vancouver, London (Ontario) etc. and venture overseas to England, Australia and the U.S. of A. In this fashion we hope to find friends scattered over the world.

To launch the project we first had to organize the A.l's in Toronto. Just how were we to do this? Well, we decided to lean on past resources and had to bring back to mind an old A.l. saying: "If you wish to find out the total A.l. population in any railway town, head for the local institute and bang on a drum. Before you know it the entire A.I. community will gather there for the dance!!!" And so on May 01 this year we organized an A.l. dance at the Etobicoke Olympium. Five hundred people attended, heard the good word, ate a steak supper, drank the place dry and danced into the wee hours! We could have got another five hundred if we had had a more comprehensive mailing list to contact them.

Following that function we organised a Gymkhana Picnic on August 01 and full accounts of these activities are covered seperately in this issue. In the interim the Newsletter committee kept busy forming the lay-out of the paper, collecting ads and material for print and getting registered as a legal, ethnic newspaper and here we are at last in print. We are considering 2/3 issues a year and we do solicit your membership subscription on a future annual basis to keep the project alive. This initial production will certainly not qualify for any literary award, but we do have hope for the future. Indeed, we are so optimistic that we visualise a steady improvement with each issue and actually see in our crystal ball the eventual emergence of a glossy magazine covering Anglo-lndian activities worldwide.

Your committee is prepared to put in the effort and voluntary hours in the compilation of these issues. But success will really depend upon the amount of help we get from the community. Yes, you can assist us by becoming a subscribing member, by soliciting ads for the publication or contributing articles or items that will contain news, views or comments of interest to the community. We have compiled a fairly comprehensive mailing list in the last month or two, but we believe there are many more. A.l's out there who have to be reached. We would ask you to bring our humble efforts to their attention, wherever they may be. We need their names and full addresses so that this publication can get to them and so that they can also be apprised, in good time, of future sponsored community events. Finally we would welcome willing cor- respondents in other Canadian towns and cities and abroad. Write and keep us informed of your local A.l. activities. We propose to reserve a ladies section, a youth forum column, a sports section and a 'bits and pieces' (personal) column. If you wish to make your present whereabouts known to friends in, say Australia, write in and we shall oblige. Address your correspondence to 'THE EDITOR', "ANGLO-INDIANS IN TOUCH." P.O. BOX 19, STREETSVILLE, MISSISSAUGA, ONTARIO, L5M 2B7, CANADA.

We trust you and yours had a super Summer. Time will, of course, go on and we edge into the fall season with new vigour and hope. Sometimes life tends to become a drag, particularly when things don't seem to go right but, as I said, time will go on and the phase passes by. Therefore, be a good Anglolndian and 'keep smiling and all the A.l.'s in the world will smile along with you!!'

Best Regards

Merv Gaynor

For the past few years the community has been attending an annual picnic at the Marigail Cricket Club and Farm. Set among the rolling hills, in the picturesque Hockley Valley just North-West of the city of Toronto, the property is owned and operated by the DuBois family, formerly of Calcutta. Because of his intense love for the game of cricket, Vivian DuBois bought the estate and, over the years, has painstakingly put in a beautifully levelled cricket pitch, a pavillion, washrooms and dressing rooms, kitchens, cafeteria, a swimming pool, a covered tennis court and a lodge for the family, set among some additional acres of well-wooded land. With some solid backing from his lovely wife Pamela, son Mark, daughter Vanessa and brother Arthur the club has progressed and stands out as a splendid example of what can be achieved by a hard-working, united family. The Marigail C.C. has an inter- esting history and is presently doing some excellent work in the promotion of tournaments and training of junior cricketers.

On August 01 Vivian and Pam once again hosted the community for the annual picnic. By 11 am about 300 A.l.'s had converged on the farm, clad in typical picnic apparel - shorts, briefs, peaked caps, straws and sneakers - loaded down with ice boxes, cameras, transistor radios, packs of 24's and 'firewater'. A cricket match between the host team and the Falcons Field Hockey Club got under way at I p.m. Meanwhile, in an adjoining area, a programme of sports events was organized. Competition was keen. There were thrills and spills galore. The results of the endeavours of our aspiring athletes is being listed below.

Following a brief respite, during which many bottles of cold beer and hot lunches were consumed, the crowd retired to the pavillion for a couple of rounds of tombola. 'As the sinking sun was fading in the West' - about 7 p.m. - the Communal Supper was organised. Mothers, grand-mothers and aunts proudly brought steaming dishes of pulaos, curries, salads and other assorted goodies to the communal table. The spectrum of Indian cooking was very much in evidence here. There were tanduri dishes from the North, hot, spicy curries of the South, fancy looking biriyanis from the West Coast and a variety of vegetable dishes from as far away as Bangladesh. Not to be outdone, Canadian fare was also available for the fainthearted! Kentucky Fried, juicy hamburgers, sauced ribs etc. . . . delectable fare, enough to warm the cockles of any Anglo Indian gourmet's heart!! And whilst the gang was doing a demolition job on the food, Ken Chestney, our Dynamite D.J. was quietly putting his act together for the dance that was to follow.

Very soon, as if on cue, the stars came out in a mid-nite blue sky. It was also time for some of our A.l. dancing stars to come out and do their thing; and 'do it' they certainly did - till 3 a.m.!! With Ken at the controls, throwing everything at us from acid and punk rock to 1-2-3 waltz time, the dancing (and tippling) became hot and heavy. We even heard the occasional 'koi hais' and shouts of 'abdar' in the bedlam that followed. But all good things must come to an end. In fact after pleasure comes pain. And so the well-j uiced fathers began the long trek back and forth to the car with all the empties and mothers began to make the sleeping monsters comfortable in their laps for the long ride home. But there was little doubt in the minds of all these tired but happy A.l.'s. This certainly had been a heck of a day!!

For us, the organisers, who labored through the day and long after you left, helping the DuBois family repair the damage of the holocaust, our reaction was 'thank heavens this happens only once a year!' But seriously, it was fun and we enjoyed doing it; and if it made you happy to be with friends in such a Dleasant settinr then we shall certainly do it again.

Thank you for coming and a special thank you to Vivian, Pam and the family and those who helped us in making this a super get-together.

RACE RESULTS
Boys 4-6 yrs. 50M H' cap. 1. Sacha Crookes
2. Brian Pinto
Girls 4-6 yrs. 50M H' cap. 1. Allison Rodrigues
2. Bianca Gonsalves.
Boys 7-9 yrs. 75M H'cap. 1. Warren St. Romaine
2. John Alwyn.
Girls 7-9 yrs. 75M H'cap. 1. Stephanie Perie
2. Elaine Rodrigues.
Boys 10-14 yrs. 100M H' cap. 1. Nigel Hastings
2. Neil Gomes
Girls 10-14 yrs.100M H' cap. 1. Tina Tham
2. Lisa Tham.
Ladies/Gents. Pig-a-Back Race
1. Allan Tong & Donna Acton.
2. Dudley Perie & Margaret St. Romaine.
Wheelbarrow Race
1. Nigel D'Cruz & Michelle DeDombal.
2. Dave Saunders & Dianne Munroe.
Senior Citizens Guessing Game Winner: Leslie Pereira.

Starter: Gerry Wilson. Handicappers: Shirley & Willie Sutton. Co-ordinators: Sybil Green, Sheila Williams, Lesley Wilson & Yvonne Peters. Prizes graciously presented to winners by Mrs. Simmons.

I don't need to tell any working woman that the challenges presented are numerous - however, perhaps the male readers may not have taken any notice of the following facts:_

1. A woman does not suffer a deficiency in intellectual capacity_and in this automated society, the physical strength not being needed for most jobs - women can fill most positions, giving the job their all just as well as men, and in some cases proving to be even better.

2. The woman's intellect is often used in business by her superior. As has been the custom through time immemorial, most superiors use their juniors' thoughts, without giving credit to the originator. This form of plagiarism has been used against both men & women - however, since the female is in most cases subordinate to the man in business, it is one of the issues that have become female problems.

3. The subordination of the female to the male has been a natural outcome of the need for survival of the human race, in times when man had not attained any great level of civilisation. It must be self evident that the female, endowed with the physical qualities which allow her to carry life within her body must be protected by the male when her ability to fend for herself is limited. Then it becomes the natural outcome, that with the birth of the child, the nursing mother & child must be protected from the forces that threaten survival_for surely, survival was the major pre- occupation of the human race in the savage world.

In this society, however, we are not preoccupied with the survival of the human race on an individual basis, we have organised ourselves to the extent that we have our police force to attend to civil security and our armies to attend to national protection. The individual male's role in survival is no longer as important. The female can now expand her knowledge and get involved in many areas that she would not have thought of before, (her fear of the life outside was instrumental in keeping her indoors, and within the shadow of male protection). It is therefore natural that women, gaining confidence in themselves as individuals, would begin to set goals for themselves. Reaching out for satisfaction and planning one's life is no longer a male prerogative.

4. Consider this situation, most junior positions in a firm are filled by women, yet almost all senior positions are held by men. It has always been a good philosophy to start at the bottom and work one's way up to the top. A natural progression of this nature gives one an insight into minor details which have major consequences - and a thorough knowledge of the subject matter. Prior to the advent of the woman in the workforce, junior and senior positions were filled by men. At this time, unless juniors work their way into senior positions, the business will begin to suffer a decline in its efficiency - since the senior members would not have experience to contribute to the running of the company. I suggest the hiring of both men and women in the junior positions - whether this be typing or filing - and the promotion of both men & women in accordance with their capabilities. In the evolution of our society and in its progress, we have now arrived at a realisation of the various prejudices that we harbour against other humans, and it is time to amend our thinking. However, the female, should not look to the male for guidance out of the rut that society has placed her in. She should be active in getting herself out of it. By this, I do not mean that we should hold rallies, shout obscenities against the male population for holding us down_but to go about gaining their respect and assistance through our own self-development.

Positive outlooks, attract positive reactions; therefore we must believe in ourselves. e.g, Don't believe that you can't drive at night, because a male has said this to you, but consider the reasons with regard to why you feel uncomfortable driving at night and avoid it if you can't overcome your fear.

There is no hurry to discard the ingrained habits that society has imposed on us, when we are uncomfortable with the change. After all the male does find it difficult to discard his protective role, and we females must understand him - even while we state our case, and take our rights to think and act as we see fit. We must begin to think for ourselves and act as our minds dictate. There is no reason on earth that gives a man the greater right to expect a woman to automatically follow where he leads; the woman is now an independent entity and is quite capable of making her own choices, doing things together need both parties agreement in order to stay together.

I suggest to all women that it is time to believe in ourselves - we are independent people, and we must take our rights as such.

Amid the gentle rolling hills in the Eastern Townships, lying to the South-East of Montreal, is the town of Bromont. With a population of approximately 4,000 in a mainly residential setting, Bromont has the makings of a perfect 'get-a-way'; an attractive golf course, ski-hills and trails, an equestrian centre and an arena - all provide year-round activities. The changes of seasons are spectacular and in the summer the lush, green hills come alive with the sound of music during the annual music festival.

Winston and I moved to Bromont when Dionne, our oldest daughter was three months old. The fact that I was busy with a baby and Winston enjoyed his work, helped us adjust easily. I must confess that both of us also enjoy country living. For many life in a quiet area is 'for the birds'. Most often the young unmarried and 'restless souls' prefer the adventures of the big city. For raising a family I think it's a great place despite the fact that it lacks many conveniences of a city. Montreal is just 45 minutes away from us and provides us with 'the extras'. We enjoy the nearness of a big, swinging city and yet keep a distance from it's hustle and bustle. Did the language pose a problem? Yes, and no! Yes, initially, because we knew no French and literally understood nothing of the language. And no, because we started learning fast with the aid of classes, T.V. programmes and by practicing as much as we could. In any case, it turned out that just as we were eager to practice our French, the 'francophones' were happy to put their English to use. In our eight years in Bromont, we have made friends with many French families and have never felt like outsiders. To put it this way, coming from India to Canada, required more adjustment than did our moving to Bromont. We hope that we will be in this area long enough for both our children to be perfectly bi-lingual. Dionne and Erika go to a French school and are happy. We are convinced that learning a second language is, not only an enrichment fo their minds, but will also be an asset to them in the future. Didn't we all grow up learning two, if not three, languages? You may not agree with me, but I too think all of Canada should be bi-lingual - we would probably breathe in less troubled air!!

Having both our girls in school all day leaves us with a lot of time for thought or whatever! I must admit, I do enjoy the pleasures of being at home even though being a home-maker (wife, mother, cook, cleaner, 'dhobi', gardener, chauffeur, etc.) can be quite exhausting at times. Mind you, that does leave me with time for community work as well. My pet project is to raise funds for cancer research. Winston and the girls support me in this and the results are gratifying. Being a teacher I did want to get back into the swing of working with other children besides my own. However, all things considered, I realized it would'nt benefit me being a working member in a working world. So, instead, I juggled around with my time and resources, and came up with the idea of setting up a pre-school at home. This is planned for three mornings a week and just for four year olds, as no government programme exists in Quebec for children in that age group. I began last year with success and this encouraged me to run it again. I chose to have only eight children which, for me, is a perfect group, considering half of them are French-speaking and are with me to be exposed to English. Together we are like a family and I try to give them all the stimulation, attention and love they need as pre-schoolers. The convenience of operating at home, and on a part-time basis, is just my cup of tea - right now at least.

In conclusion I would like to add that I too feel like a liberated woman in my own way. I'm doing what I enjoy. The roles I accept and assume operate harmoniously and contribute to my happiness.

When I left India for Australia, 9 years ago, I thought I would never taste Indian food again unless I returned to India. There were two things I was really going to miss - dosais and pani puris (or puchkas as we Calcutta folk know them).

In Australia I was pleasently surprised when I found that one could buy spices at the larger department stores and though they were expensive that was the only place where they could be bought - no Indian stores to buy the spices in bulk. Six years later I came to Canada to find not only were there places like Gerrard Street and Chandni Chowk where one could go to eat foods like dosais and puchkas, but it is very easy to buy the spices as well. Once I began my career as a housewife I also found it was just as easy to buy items like tarnarind, papads, jaggery, fresh curry leaves - and the list goes on - as it is to buy milk and bread. When I left India the only meal I could cook was breakfast - but then bacon and eggs require no great culinary skills.

In Australia my Indian menu consisted of vindaloo, dhal and rice. Occasionally I would make parathas using puff pastry and a large beer bottle. (The beer bottle - to roll out the dough!) When I got to Canada, with the spices and all the other exotic bits and pieces that are available I ventured into a larger repertoire of foods and now I occasionally make the dosais and puchkas myself. For those of you who, like me, thought you would never have dosais again you don't have to wait to take that trip to Gerrard Street or Chandi Chowk - the recipe follows so you can make them in the comfort of your own home and the convenience of your own kitchen. P.S. Next time - the recipe for puchkas and rasamalai!

DOSAIS
2 cups long grain rice (Patna variety)
I cup urad dhal
1/2 tspn. salt

Soak rice and dhal separately for 8-10 hrs. Grind rice with a little water. Grind dhal. Mix together. Add a little salt. Stand overnight.

Heat tawa (or frying pan). Add a little oil. Spread well over pan. Add I tablespoon of mixture and spread thinly over pan. Cook on one side till edges come away from the pan. Fill with notato. Must be eaten immediately.

DOSAI FILLING
3 large potatoes, peeled and diced
I medium onion sliced
1/2 tspn. tumeric
1/2 tspn. black mustard seed
2-3 green chillies (optional)
Salt to taste
Oil

Heat oil. Fry onions till golden brown. Add tumeric and mustard seeds. Fry well - till mustard seeds start to pop. Add potatoes. Mix well. Add enough water to cover potatoes. Add salt. Mix. Bring water to boil then simmer 20 minutes. Reduce water. Add chillies. Stir well.

Place 2-3 tablespoons of this mixture in middle of dosai. Fold dosai over.

BARFI
2 cups besan.
2 cups sugar.
I cup water.
I cup ghee.
1/2 cup chopped nuts and raisins.
1/2 tspn. crushed cardamom.

Make syrup with sugar and water. Heat ghee in heavy pan. Brown besan and when nearly brown add cardamom, nuts, raisins and syrup. Cook till it becomes one big lump. Spread on to well greased dish. Cut into squares.

HOUSEHOLD HINTS
* In event of power failure keep doors of freezer and refrigerator closed. A full freezer will effectively keep foods frozen for as long as two days if doors are not opened. A partially filled freezer will maintain the temperature for a correspondingly less amount of time.

* Regardless of season reconstituted frozen orange juice is less expensive than fresh or any other processed form. Frozen orange juice concentrate keeps Vitamin C content and flavour better than other forms.

* Use tops and bottoms of plastic egg containers as extra ice trays when expecting a crowd.

* Marbles placed in the bottom of a double boiler will let you know when the water is getting low by the noise they will make .

* Browning heightens the flavour of butter - so brown the butter and dieters will only have to use half as much.

* Keep lemon juice - fresh or bottled - in a spray bottle and use to coat fruit and vegetables to keep-from darkening.

* Crepes can be frozen up to 6 months if stored properly - Separate crepes with waxed paper. Then wrap in plastic wrap.

* Store peeled garlic in a small jar in oil and refrigerate. The oil can also be used to flavour stews, salad dressings, etc.

LADIES: If you have a favourite recipe or household hints which you would like to share with our readers, we shall be happy to publish them. Address your correspondence to "ANGLO-INDIANS IN TOUCH."

The sleepy little village of Burli nestles between two parallel ranges of the Satpura range of hills in the western district of Nimar in Madhya Pradesh. It is a small village of about a dozen huts inhabited by Bhils whose main occupation is agriculture of fields surrounded by dense game-infested jungles.

My family property lies about five miles south of Burli village where my father built a bungalow when he retired from the Telegraphs in 1935. He decided to become a gentleman farmer of about 20 acres of prime cotton-growing land. His, and incidentally all his family's main hobby, was hunting in the dense forests surrounding the property. There really was nothing else to do as there were no cinemas, clubs or even electricity in the area in those days.

One cold, wintry evening as we were about to have dinner, a servant announced that a villager from Burli village was urgently wanting to speak to one of the 'sahibs'. He was hurriedly ushered into the house and in a state of great agitation informed us rather incoherently, that a large black sloth bear had shown him scant respect, in that the animal discarding his characteristic slothfulness, and with the agility of a sprinter, had chased the Bhil villager who was carrying a pot of sour milk for sale. Having run a considerable distance, after the pot of milk was hastily abandoned, the poor Bhil had the mortification of watching the hungry bear greedily gulping down the fruits of his labour. Such an unwarranted intrusion within the precincts of the Bhil's village, the villager averred, should be effectively checked, and he recalled a previous incident when the very same beast had attacked a village maiden, who managed to get away with only a few superficial scratches.

Now, it was not difficult for me to understand what was going through my Bhil friend's mind; uppermost was fear of the bear and a burning determination to cut short his sinister activities. Bears are notoriously unpredictable animals and are more feared by the locals than either tigers or leopards. I argued in vain with my informant against the killing of the wayward bruin. Arguments were, however, of little avail as the exploits of this grey- snouted old villain had already struck terror into the hearts of all the Burli villagers and nothing short of immediate extermination would appease the revengeful hearts of his victims.

The angry and slightly disappointed Bhil, whose name was Bahadur, reluctantly raised himself from the floor where he had been sitting cross-legged as is customary of all locals, adjusted his turban, 'salaamed' respectfully and proceeded to take his leave. Since it was now quite dark and bitterly cold I invited him to stay the night with us in the interests of his own safety as the long trek back to his village was fraught with many dangers other than brazen bears. He accepted gratefully, and I instructed our servants to feed him and make him comfortable in their quarters for the night.

Hardly a week had passed when news was again brought to me by another Burli villager that the same bear had attacked and severely mauled a woman who had been gathering firewood on the outskirts of the village. This news had me really worried about the security of the poor villagers who have no weapons at all - save hatchets and sickles for cutting wood and grass. Furthermore, a deputation led by the headman of the village, Lalkhan, an old and trusted friend of mine implored me to return with them and spend a few days in the village until I had shot their tormentor. Since I could no longer resist their pleadings I agreed to accompany them back and help rid the village of this hairy menace.

We left very early next morning under a clear, cold starlit sky. It was a stiff, three-hour walk up a steep range of heavily forested hills before we reached our destination. After a welcome cup of hot tea and a bite of breakfast in the village headman's hut, we sat down to plan a course of action against the wayward bear. It was finally decided that the best plan would be for me to lie in wait for the bear on a small hillock overlooking a large clump of wildplum "bairoe" bushes about a mile east of the village. Knowing from past experience how fond bears are of bairoes, I felt optimistic about getting a shot at the monster.

After a bath, a nap and another cup of tea, I set off for the spot accompanied by a couple of villagers to help me build a 'blind' in which I could lie in wait for the bear. It was now about an hour before sunset and as soon as the blind was properly made with branches and shrubs I sent the two men back to the village while it was still bright and safe for them to travel.

Darkness comes swiftly in the tropics and is especially marked in the jungle where there is no artificial lighting to brighten the scene. The eerie stillness of the jungle night was occasionally punctuated by the mournful howl of jackals, a sound we are all familiar with up- country. It was getting colder by the hour and I began to wonder if my vigil would be fruitful as there was no sign of any activity in the bairoe patch about 100 feet away. A herd of noisy wild boar suddenly entered a peanut field a couple of hundred feet to my right and began to noisily root around. I stole a glance at my watch which showed 10.45 p.m. and again began to wonder if the bear would show up. It was now very cold and the light army battle-dress I worn was scant protection against the jungle chill. I decided to wait another half hour and then return to the village as I didn't want to risk getting pneumonia. Just as I made up my mind to call it quits, and leave, I heard the sound of a heavy animal movinz among the bairoe bushes. Peering intently through the weak light of a waning moon, I could just discern the outline of a large, black object among the bushes and guessed it to be a bear. Cautiously raising my .30-'06 rifle I switched on the torch, took careful aim at the monster and fired. All hell broke loose at the report. The silence of the jungle was shattered by the roars of the wounded bear as he rolled over and over howling with rage and pain. The 180 grain, soft-nosed bullet had struck him high behind the left shoulder-blade shattering the spine and causing paralysis of the lower body. But a full-grown bear is a very strong and formidable beast and he started to crawl toward me with surprising speed using his powerful forelegs and shoulders. 1, however, was not anxious for any close contact with this angry adversary and quickly placed another shot between his blazing eyes which put paid to the career of the grey-faced terror of Burli village.

The year you retire marks the beginning of many changes in your life, not the least of which will be changes in your financial situation. The information given here will help you prepare for those changes by acquainting you with the tax implications of some of the decisions you may be facing in that year.

If you retire in the middle of the year, your income may include employment income as well as pension or annuity payments. You may also receive a retiring allowance or a lump sum refund of pension contributions. Your income in that year could be substantially increased and you may find yourself in a much higher tax bracket. There are some provisions and choices you can make to reduce this effect.

Your Income

Following are some types of income you may receive in that year:-
Regular employment income.
Lump sum Unemployment Insurance benefits.
Severance pay or retiring allowance.
Lump sum refunds of pension contributions.
Withdrawal payments from a Registered Retirement Savings Plan or the proceeds from a registered Home Ownership Savings Plan.
Pension or super-annuation income.
Registered Retirement Savings Plan or deferred profit sharing plan payments or benefits.
Canada or Quebec pension plan benefits or Old Age Security payments.
Investment Income (such as taxable dividends or interest on Canada Savings Bonds) or capital gains accrueing from the sale of Canadian securities.

Unemployment Insurance Benefits
At retirement are not paid automatically. They are limited to three weeks benefits and are meant to tide you over until your pension payments begin. They must be applied for. To qualify for them you must be at least 65 years of age and have been working up to that time or have satisfied certain employ ment requirements in the preceeding 52 weeks.

Canada or Quebec Pension Plan Benefits
These do not begin automatically either. Retirement benefits begin at the age of 65 years if you have contributed to the plan, but must be applied for in writing three months before the month of your 65th birthday. If you prefer, you may postpone application and continue to make contributions to the plan until you reach the age of 70.

Reducing and Deffering Tax
There are several different areas available to you which might help to reduce or defer your tax on certain types of income.

General Averaging
General averaging is used by the tax department when your net income in a year is at least 10% higher than it was in the previous year, and at least 20% higher than your average net income for the four preceding years.

Registered Retirement Savings Plan
You may defer tax by means of an R.R.S.P. Your premiums are invested by the issuer until you are ready to use your funds which must be no later than your 71st birthday. You may have more than one plan which allows you flexibility in planning your future.

Administration fees and rates vary between companies, so shop around before deciding on a plan.

You are allowed to contribute 20% of your earned income to a maximum of $3,500. If you are self-employed your limit remains 20% of earned income but the maximum is $5,500.

You may deduct the interest on money borrowed to contribute to an R.R.S.P. You may also invest in an R.R.S.P. for your spouse to the extent that you have not reached your personal contribution limit with your own contributions. Remember interest on money borrowed for your spouses plan is not deductible.

Direct Transfer to an R.R.S.P.
In addition to the above limits, certain kinds of income may be rolled over into an R.R.S.P. over and above your normal contribution limits but in your own name only such income includes Armed Forces Pay, retiring allowances, pension and super annuation benefits, lump sum refunds of pension contributions, old age security payments, Canada and Quebec pension plan benefits and deferred profit sharing plan payments.

100% of these monies can be contributed with this 'rollover' provision or they may be included as earned income in calculating how much you can contribute to a plan in your spouses name.

If you expire before the plan matures all your contribufions and earnings made in the plan must be reported in that year unless the recipient is your spouse, child or grandchild. Your spouse can transfer the monies, tax-free, to her own name or claim a deduction if the monies are used to purchase an income averaging annuity contract. The same would apply to the child or grandchild.

There are a few other exemptions that we shall discuss in upcoming issues. In our next issue look out for "Money can makeyou rich!"

Life and us on earth are long together,
Through both calm and very stormy weather,
'Tis hard to part from those we hold so dear,
Causing sad hearts and many a tear.
But there's a promise given firm and sound,
That those we bind on earth are ever bound,
Then, for a time, we'll just bid a fond adieu,
In fairer clime, relations to renew.
(Pritchard: 1902)

Our community today is scattered far and wide; all over the world in fact. The exodus involved the virtual break-up of families, friends and relations. We hope to use this page for names, addresses and news of our people all over the world. If you wish to pass such information on to friends please forward the same to us at P.O. Box 19, Streetsville, Mississauga, Ontario 1.5M 2B7. Canada.

Mrs. Gene De Fries, daughter of Ridgwell & Philo Rodrigues, formerly of Madras and Calcutta. Husband Rene was an engineer with the Indian Air Force. Now employed with Boeing of Canada. Present address: - 3-2885 Ness Avenue, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.

Dr. John De Rosario, formerly of Bangalore. Wife - Lorna Burby from Perambur. Address: - 974 Stuart Drive, Prince George, British Columbia, Canada.

Marie Desmier, formerly from Trichy and Madras Church Park Teacher's Training School. Address: - 82 Graham Road, Wimbledon, London, SW.I9, England.

Bertha Caston, former nurse Oak Grove Boys School, Mussoorie. Address: - 219 C Charlton Road, Charlton, London, SE.7, England.

Ulrich D'Cruz from Madras. Former pilot in the Indian Air Force. Now resides at 36 Basing Hall Street, East Victoria Park. Perth. Australia.

Mrs. Desmond Staggs, formerly Millicent Roze, from Madras and Singapore. Can be contacted at 13 Dunscombe Avenue. Glen Waverley, Victoria, Australia.

Mrs. Ernest (nee Iris Waller) of Sherwood College, Nainital now settled in 16 Whittome Street, Middle Swan, West Australia.

Len Mitchell of Lovedale School and later of Ketty School, Nilgiri Hills, South India, is now a successful farmer in Canada. Can be contacted at R.R. #1, Waterose, Alberta, TOC 2V0, Canada.

Mrs. Gwen Roberts (nee Diaz) of Coimbatore. Drop a line to 14 Wallace Ave.. Murrambeena, Victoria, Australia.

Maurice Rebello of Perambur and Madras now resides at 2/29 Carnavon Road, Caufield, Victoria 3162, Australia.

Gwen Rodrigues (sister of Maurice Rebello), husband Frank Rodrigues of Golden Rock. Now make home at 65 Alice Street, Clayton, Victoria 3168, Australia.

In Toronto on November 5th, 1982, Gertrude Mary Jarman (83 years), following an operation, formerly from Madras. Deeply mourned by her son Ivor, daughters Dorothy and Maureen Jones and her relations and many friends. Words of courage may be forwarded to Dorothy at 330 Carabob Court, #503, Agincourt, Toronto, Canada.

Carl James (41 years) formerly of Calcutta and Delhi. VicePresident of the Royal Bank of Canada, Toronto Branch. Unexpectedly while attending a business conference in London, England. Deeply mourned by his wife Fitzie and the children Florence, Carl Jr., Christopher, Patricia and Debbie. Write them a word of cheer at 228 Weldon Avenue, Oakville, Ontario 1.6K 2H9. Canada.

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