Firstly, to Lilly Ripley and Gwen Delaney, an apology. There were two errors in Lilly’s news: a visitor was Wilfred Bannan of Toronto and Gwen Delaney’s son’s name is Norman Delaney.
Joyce Harrison, Maccan, and Ron Terrio, Joggins, were married in St. Charles Roman Catholic Church, Amherst, on Oct. 3, 1960. Ron and Joyce were “at home” in Joggins to celebrate their golden anniversary on the afternoon of Oct. 2. The special occasion was planned and hosted by their children and Karen, Ron’s sister. A friend, Alma Mills, was in the kitchen, keeping everything well organized.
A colourful array of golden “50” and pastel balloons welcomed guests to their home, which was also tastefully decorated inside, featuring a 50th banner, with decorations on this theme including 50th balloons. The guest book was signed by a host of friends and family members; a gift of their children, which was personalized by the wedding photo and a recent photo of the special couple. Joyce and Ron’s “children” kept the cameras rolling, recording the occasion.
The anniversary cake featured a photo of the bride and groom topped with a ribbon bow which matched the roses and inscription on the cake. The bride and groom of yesterday cut their cake, which was served to their guests by friends. A bounteous buffet of sandwiches and sweets, attractively arranged by Eva Bourgeois and Ethel Belliveau of the C.W.L., graced the dining room table. This was prepared by ladies of the C.W.L., of which Joyce is a member.
The afternoon was one of congratulations and blessings, complete with a shower of cards and gifts, expressing love and best wishes. It was a very special occasion for Ron and Joyce and their family to treasure and remember.
What’s Your Code?
I was caught, hook, line and sinker. I, who always hang up the phone quickly at the first toot of the cruise ship or “Congratulations, you have won...”, was scammed. I felt fearful and a tad sick.
It all began late Sunday afternoon; a blocked out phone call offered to cancel out all telemarketing calls - I don’t know, it didn’t sink in that legal calls of such would never be made on Sunday. I replied I had already called the number to block out such calls. “Ah, but it doesn’t always work, does it?” a heavily accented voice replied, then quickly added that I would receive $10,000 if I got any such calls after the secret password ... but I must never, never reveal the word or else it would cancel.
It was sounding very fishy, to say the least. If I ever received a telemarketing call after the password, all I had to do was phone 1-888-225-5322 and I would receive $10,000. I hung up. I didn’t have time to leave the phone when it rang again, and this time a number came up... your secret password is 4213. I quickly hung up and dialed a local number to see if someone else had received such a nutty call. On the second ring, that heavily accented voice came on with a name and a question: what is your password?
Revealing it was supposed to cancel - 4213. Realization hit and I quickly hung up. I was absolutely shocked. Modern technology had allowed someone to quietly tap into a local call. I checked the area code on the call, and it was from California. It’s creepy that someone on the other side of my world could tap in so easily on a personal call.
On Monday morning I phoned Phone Busters - 1-888-495-8502 - and found out it was a scam. Repeating that code number was all they needed. My name and phone number would be used on the Internet, and I would be likely receiving any calls from “customers”. I was to copy the number that had come up and phone it back to Phone Busters. I inquired if I should phone the number they gave to cancel. No, that is their number. I was given a number to call, and the workings of the scam were explained to me.
I declared there was no way I wanted my name and number coming up on the Internet. I was told they could cancel it out. Then I was told it was canceled, and was assured I did not need to worry about it.
Have I really learned my lesson? No, I have learned today’s lesson. There will be another to learn “tomorrow.” I just hope it isn’t another high-tech scam.