Always eager to be “right up-to-date”, in 1981, a large theme park was built at the north end of Toronto, called Canada’s Wonderland. Year by year, more rides and attractions were added. I saved up my pennies, back when we still had them, and by 1987 was able to visit for a day.
A few years later, the owners did as many Canadian business people do. They sold out to the Americans, and the place became Paramount Canada’s Wonderland. Like Military Intelligence and Business Ethics, this makes sense only if you squint your eyes a lot.
Back when computers were only a gleam in most people’s eyes, there was a booth with a computer. It was loaded with tons of basic facts, and, for the lordly sum of $1, it would provide a laminated sheet, showing what things were like on the day you were born, and compare old prices to (then) new.
27 years later, I ran across it during a flurry of spring cleaning, and I’ve scanned and included it, so that you can have a double chance to compare, what things cost, first in 1944, and again in 1987, so that you can really miss “the good old days.”
With this was an even older newspaper sheet from my home-town weekly. Printed April 1, 1981, it gave replays of local things which occurred 10, 20, 50, 100 years before. From twenty years earlier, in 1961, there was a story about me and nine others from my little sharpshooter rifle club.
Apparently we went to the next small town for a challenge shooting match, and beat their ten-boy team quite handily. Our informal little rifle club had officially become the Junior Conservation Club, but somehow, in the article, we were listed as the Boys’ Athletic Club. We were many things to many people, but one thing we weren’t, was athletic!