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me pr'eaunu uwnc-a, m . an? my). uun sumac-n, bay anyone WHU sleeps 1n wnat was Pamela's bedroom, ClUY‘in a stormy awaken to see a wfld'eye at the captam's portho1e in his wife's bedroomS fee1 a terrible dam chiH, and hear a v01ce p1eadmg "Let me in, my 1ove." p ”The next morning, though the roof is sound, there is always a patch of dank water outside the door and traces of moss which can oniy be found in the deepest parts of Lake Ontario," the iate Mrs“ Sonin wrote One ta1e re1ates Harry's story about a 1ake captain named Clark . . e who construe tjp of the County, u51ng the beams of a sunken ship. Capt. CTarQe committed afiggigehggigroq thihSOUthern w1th h1s w1fe Pame1a. Soon after, whenever there was a storm, the house began to creak as flingt fieEZtt185 a ship riding out a storm. The present owners, Mr. and Mrs. Dan Nie1sen, say anyone who s1eeps in what was Pamela's be . droom ' a charm, awaken 1:0 see a wfld mm at 'rhp ranfain': hnv‘Hnn'la 4n hie mum's LMIMMM cmw - ANN-.3 dW‘ng For a short whiie, he served a term on Athoi Township councii. In true 'arry styie, piatform. It seems that outdoor faciiities were aH the township wanted a few years coiumn as a soapbox. But when he was e1ected, he discovered the matter of washrooms of the recreation committee -â€" to which he couid not get appointed. His penchant for taH ta1es â€"- “every word I make up 1's true" -- stood him in good stead with ghost writer Efleen Sonin. She had heard of Harry's stories, and asked him to supp1y some for her book on Canadian occurrences, "EspeciaHy Ghosts”. He tried to 1ate '50'5, Perhaps manure. success 0f Mort reading He swears the best time for composing coiumns is at 4.30 a.m., just before the daiiy miik chores. started coiumns while the sun rose over the widder Haggarty's barn down the road,“ he once toid an interviewer. Most infamous, of course, are the taies of his buH Mortimer. His explicit descriptions of the romantic activities caused gasps among the readers of the staid biâ€"weekiy newspaper. Indeed, aiithough a trivia] subject to many, Mort's doins' caused more of a stir than 'arry's demands for indoor plumbing at the Atho] Township HaH. He eventuaHy found that the smaHer things in iife got a better reception from the readers of 'Harry Says,‘ as it is now called, than matters of deadiy earnest. Harry wielded his pen on a regular basis. His columns enraged, they entertained, they informed. But regardless of the subject he ”'ad 'is fun.“ He began his Gazette columns after toying with the idea of a story about Athol Township. ”I was sittin' down here one afternoon. I was thinkin', ”this bloody township! I wrote about the people, their religion, everythin . He was off to a ripe start. “It made the people mad,“ he recaHs. “They thought as I was too goddamned stupid to write me own because I on'ly had standard (grade) seven, and I'd never wrote before. For years, they thought it somebody who wrote me co1umn, but I never had any he1p at a1]. ”Then I best.“ He ciaims he was born ”during a First World War zeppeh‘n raid", and who's to question him? 'arry, as he is best known, fractures truth as easiiy as The King's Engiish -- and aH with the same straight face, his head cocked to one side and his biue eyes twinkiing. 'arr‘y Evans is the selfâ€"styied bard of Prince When he first picked up his pen at the age of for The Picton Gazette, his aiterations to st. one heady-eyed giance, not to mention 1ess su Born in the midiands of Engiand in 1916, Harry was not a farmer's son. that he deveioped a yen for farming....thor‘ough1y soid on the idea when Victoria Rose (he caHs her 'Vic') who was boarding three young British 1941. Harry Evans spends almost as much time as a “consu1tant“ these days as he ever did running the family farm just west of Cherry VaHey. started writin' it in me own style. They edited it at first, but they then 1eft it, as it He credits former news editor Jack Evans with urging him to keep writing. his most famous “I don't think of the present, the bu11 and his escapades, Harry has revealed a secret. ”A11 me bu11s was named Mort.“ You're it here first, folks. The truth is out. shame the township, pointing out the more modern faciiities it was finished, “oniy 25 years behind everyone eise, says story was about the special birthday present he gave to a friend -â€" a ioad of I ever saw a guy so tickled over a birthday present before." They toasted the spread over the friend's garden, with whiskey. OUR IARRY ce Edward County, a tit1e he proc1a1‘med rather than earned. of 55, to write “It's Sunday Night Out here at Salmon Point”, sty1e, verse, speHing and H'ingh'sh, earned him more than subtle ways of commenting on the subject matter he chose. 1'n tine Se1by. FinaHy, in the Harry. But the privvy remainedfioo It wasn't unti'l later years he met a pretty farm gir] named airmen on the fam1'1y farm in good stead with ghost story ,.__._ r“; he ran on the 'privvy' ago. Harry used his rested in the hands c01umn was fitted ”I've strange