Month: July 2013

Having fun is what it is all about, whether it be playing ball or dancing and singing along to some great tunes…and with that said, the local Woodwork band has stepped up to home plate with the up and coming ball players of the Morrisburg T-Ball and Coach-Pitch program to help bring ball activity back to the South Dundas diamonds and baseball fun back to the kids. Coming up on Saturday, July 20 at the Morrisburg Legion, the members of the Woodwork band have traded ball gloves for guitars for a fundraiser dance to benefit the local ball program. “It’s an adult dance, and although there is no admission charge, we will be accepting donations at the door to our T-Ball/Coach-Pitch Ball program,” says Paul Sheldrick, who along with a handful of volunteers run the league in an effort to re-establish the sport in South Dundas. “We are calling it the Return to Glory Days Dance. We remember the glory days of ball when we played and had fun, and we are trying to bring back the fun and the game.” Sheldrick says he is hoping that everyone in the South Community will be on board to support the return of baseball/softball to the area, former ball fans and players, current ball players and parents of children who would like to see them return to the sport locally. He is delighted that the Workwork band of Bobby Paradis (singer/guitar), Ron Dupuis (singer/guitar), Justin Beckstead (drummer) and James Orendi (bass guitar), have donated their time to help out. All money raised at the dance will go to the T-Ball/Coach-Pitch program. Pictured above, after a tough Monday night practise, front are Rayna and Dorion Sheldrick. Centre, l-r, are Bobby and Mason Paradis, Ron and Joseph Dupuis, Wyatt Brandwood, and James Orendi. Behind are Paul Sheldrick (left) and Justin Beckstead. The band, the kids and the organizers are encouraging everyone in the South Dundas Community to come out to the Return to Glory Days Dance on July 20 for a good time and a good cause.

Stand Aside, Fred

Well, I did it.

I actually got up on a stage in front of two hundred people, dressed in black fishnet stockings, a choker and red sequins, and got through an entire tap number. Four whole minutes. Four really long minutes.

I’m also pretty sure that my performance at the dance recital had a genuine effect on some members of the audience. As I was doing my final bow, I distinctly heard calls for the defibrillator.

There were other dancers from my adult class on the stage, also wearing fishnets and sequins. But I suspect that they may not have been quite as…memorable…during our routine as I was.

You see, they actually remembered the right choreography to the dance.

It isn’t like I hadn’t practiced the number. I faithfully attended my classes, regularly asked my wonderful dance teacher to go over the bits I wasn’t quite getting (about three minutes, 40 seconds of the routine), and even tried to rehearse at home.

Rehearsing at home involved shifting the dining room table to one wall, and tapping on the hard wood floor, clutching the sheets of paper with the steps on them to my nose. I played the music over and over, desperately attempting to remember what arms and feet, hands and head should be simultaneously doing. (One out of four would have been challenging enough.) If I thought it had been hard to get the dance right at the studio, how much more difficult it was to work at home, where I couldn’t keep my eyes constantly fastened on the feet of my teacher!

Incidentally, I also realized, part way through the first home rehearsal that, in hind sight, it might have been a good idea to close the curtains on to the street. Several neighbours, out for strolls, had congregated on the side walk in front of my picture window. Judging by the frozen stances and the dropped jaws, what I was doing was riveting. By the time I actually noticed the growing crowd, I was half afraid that the chip wagon might pull into my driveway.

My fellow tap dancers have always been very supportive, and endlessly encouraging. “Don’t worry,” they said. “You’re going to get those steps in the end!”

Unfortunately, they were still saying that when the curtain opened and the recital music started up.

I drew a complete blank. I couldn’t recall a single step. I debated whether anyone would notice if I suddenly dashed behind the backdrop. Then my feet started to move. Somehow, somewhere, some form of deeply buried dance conditioning kicked in. I started to tap.

I was dancing! I was, as my dad used to say, ‘tripping the light fantastic’. I was truly dancing…

Okay, I was about two beats behind everybody else in the number and on the wrong side!

But stand aside, Fred Astaire.

I was dancing.

Iroquois to Nunavut: Dr. Ralf Staebler

Concern about air pollution in Canada’s north, as shipping and mining activities in this remote region steadily increase, has led Environment Canada to install air quality monitors in two Nunavut communities. And installing those special monitors in Resolute and Cape Dorset during this past May was Dr. Ralf Staebler.

Staebler is a name that is very familiar within the community of South Dundas.

Ralf’s parents, Manfred and Helga, who immigrated to Canada from Germany, farm just outside Iroquois, although brother Michael now operates the family business with his father. Ralf continues to call this area home as many members of his immediate family still live in South Dundas. However, Ralf’s career, since leaving his Eastern Ontario home town, has taken him to the farthest reaches of the great North, and placed him at the cutting edge of air quality research.

“My love of technology and nature inspired me to pursue a career in the field of air quality,” Staebler said. “I’ve been building gadgets since I was six, and I’ve always been an avid outdoors guy. This job in the science and technology branch gives me some of each.”

A graduate in 1985 of Seaway District High School in Iroquois, Staebler was intensely interested in the sciences. He particularly remembers the late Wayne Johnston, who was his calculus teacher, and Rick Mackenzie, who was his chemistry instructor.

His passion for the sciences took him to Queen’s University in Kingston, where he earned a BScE in engineering physics, followed by an MSc in atmospheric physics from the University of Toronto. He was granted his PhD in atmospheric sciences by the State University of New York in Albany. In marked contrast to where he spends most of his time now, Ralf did his PhD field work in the Amazon jungles of Brazil.

He is employed with Environment Canada, and has gone to the Arctic specifically to study issues related to ozone depletions near the surface, carbon uptake by forests and various other topics involving the emission and deposition of pollutants.
“I get to work on high-tech equipment and I get to make measurements in the Arctic, in forests, on aircraft, wherever there is a need for more data.”

Officially, Staebler’s home is in Toronto, and he works in Downsview. He is in charge of the Borden Research Station at CFB Borden, and spends much time there. But he has also been sent to such places as Alert, Nunavut, Barrow, Alaska, and put to sea on the Amundsen research icebreaker.

The rugged, empty terrain of the Arctic is a far cry from the gentler temperatures and changing geography he grew up with, but he has come to love the north. “The vast empty spaces and the harsh, but beautiful, pristine landscapes in the Arctic really put things in perspective. It’s a very addictive place,” he explained.

On his recent trip to the Arctic, he installed air quality monitors at Resolute and Cape Dorset which will keep an eye on increasing ship traffic, and the nature and extent of various pollutants in the north as the sea ice disappears. This summer, Staebler is going to the Alberta Oil Sands to participate in a large air quality study organized by Environment Canada.

For Ralf Staebler, his chosen field gives him an opportunity to “think outside the box, to tackle problems that have never been tackled before.”

He enjoys working with his colleagues, exploring new and intriguing ideas.

“I like to think that what we do is important, to ensure a liveable planet for future generations,” Dr. Ralf Staebler said. He hopes to continue his work in the Arctic and in other parts of Canada affected by pollution.

“Canada is the custodian of a huge portion of the Arctic. It is our responsibility to take care of our own backyard.”

Nothing Like A Little Murder…at the Howard Johnsons

“Do we have the right to take another person’s life,” Arlene Miller plaintively asks her lover, dentist Mitchell Lovell. “Of course not,” he replies impatiently. “That’s why it’s called murder!”

That’s also why audiences can anticipate an evening devoted, in a nicely twisted way, to the theme of homicide as Upper Canada Playhouse stages its second comic production of the summer season, Murder at the Howard Johnsons, which runs until July 20.

Of course, since this is a comedy, and a very funny one at that, Hannibal Lector, Lizzie Borden and Norman Bates these three, Paul Miller, Arlene Miller and Mitchell Lovell, are not. In fact, their approach to homicide has more overtones of Wile E. Coyote than of Jack the Ripper. Not that the characters in Murder don’t try to succeed. You might even say they are positively dying to kill.

The play is completely set in the late 1970s, a time of self actualization work shops, of ‘finding’ yourself, of realizing your full potential. The new motto of the decade was “Me first”, and these characters completely embrace that concept.

Arlene Miller, played by Susan Greefield, is particularly caught up in the whole ‘explore your inner you’ movement. That’s why she has decided to take a lover (the family dentist) and get rid of (literally) her car salesman husband, Paul. “I out grew him…I hadn’t awakened as a person. Now I’ve blossomed.”

Mitchell (Timm Hughes) the dentist, has a closet of clothing that is an “adventure”, and a hankering to find his soul mate as well, although he plans to try out a number of prospects along the way. “I love women. And I especially love Arlene.”

This quest for ‘self’ is all very confusing to Paul Miller (Jamie Willliams) the husband. Life, he is firmly convinced, is out to “shaft you.” He still has both feet firmly entrenched in the 50s, choosing to measure the world in grey suits, dollar bills and particularly expensive watches.

Paul (to Arlene): Name one thing you haven’t got?

Arlene: Happiness!

Paul: Arlene, you are talking about a very small part of life!

The plot of Murder kicks in immediately, and never slows down.

With bizarre logic, in the early minutes of the play, Arlene and Mitchell decide they must “do in’ her husband so they can be together. Paul, the intended victim, is stunned.

Paul: You’re going to kill me! You two amateurs!

Mitchell: We may be amateurs now, but by the time we leave we’ll be seasoned veterans!

It’s the start of a series of delicious homicides that flavour this classic Ron Clark and Sam Bobrick comedy.

In a fast paced two hours, nothing will go the way constantly shifting combinations of conspirators plan.

Director Jesse Collins demonstrates a sure touch with the timing and characterizations of this show. In spite of the bizarre events on stage, Hughes, Williamson and Greenfield have created fully realized characters. In their own way, why, they almost make the audience nostalgic for the good, old-fashioned selfishness of the 70s!

On stage murder plots gradually become ever more Rube Goldeberg in their nature and design. By the time that a Howard Johnsons window ledge, some July 4th fire works, a large pillow and a pigeon with loose bowels come to figure into the conspiracies, the hysterical crowd hardly knows for whom of the trio they should be rooting.

I may have found myself wondering, more than once, just how this whole plot was going to be resolved. I shouldn’t have worried. It has its own logic.

“Why do we keep trying to kill each other? We’re no good at it,” Paul wearily announces.

His observation stops no one.

How fortunate for the Playhouse audiences!

Be sure to make a reservation at this Howard Johnsons. But better beware. The laughter there may kill you.

Murder at the Howard Johnsons is currently on stage at Upper Canada Playhouse, until July 20. For tickets and information contact the box office at 613-543-3713 or 1-877-550-3650 or www.uppercanadaplayhouse.com

Dougie Perry

A lifelong resident of the Iroquois/Brinston area, William Douglas Perry, passed away suddenly on Thursday, June 20, 2013. He was 46 years old.

Born on March 30, 1967, at Winchester District Memorial Hospital, Dougie was the son of Buddy and Mary Perry who were living in Cardinal at the time, with Dougie’s big brother, Timmy then 11 months old.

Soon after Dougie’s birth, Buddy and Mary purchased their first family home in Brinston, and the family grew with the birth of Michael and then Melinda.

Brinston was a happening spot in the 70’s and 80’s, and the Perry kids were added to the mix. The Bennett boys, Paul Plante, Jody, Dennis and Julie, Bingham and Maryann, Reggie, the Strader boys, Eldon and Steven. To say that the house was busy was an understatement.

Mary and Buddy had their hands full, both working full time and raising four young kids. Thanks to great neighbours like Mrs. Bailey, Lorne Strader, and Maddy Macdonald the Perry kids made it through.

Dougie was unique among them. A little blonde-haired boy, he had a glint in his eye that some might mistake for mischief–but no one could dispute his irresistible charm. Dougie liked to ride his bike and run around outside. He played minor hockey where he developed his skills as a goalie. Dougie enjoyed playing baseball, too. Like his dad, you could find him at the Brinston ball park well into his adult years. His baseball career took him on other adventures that included great times in Niagara Falls.

Dougie attended school at Dixon’s Corners, Nationview and Seaway. A social animal, he loved to stop and talk and laugh. He always had a lot of friends and many of those friendships have lasted over the years.

Dougie made many trips to Nova Scotia, to visit Mary’s family. Many a summer, Mary and Judy would pack the six kids in a pick up truck and make the 16 hour drive to the east coast.

Dougie loved the Maritimes. Unleash him from the vehicle, and he could run on the beach, swim and play from sunrise until sunset.

Dougie loved to fish and he loved summers spent with his grandparents, aunts and uncles. After finishing high school, he packed up and moved down east to try his hand as a lobster fisherman.

Dougie also loved Brinston, so much so, that when he returned to Ontario, he returned to Brinston.

And so began his career in floor installation. After working for Fred Harper for a short time, he went into business with his big brother. Timmy was the owner/operator and Dougie was the apprentice. Doug “Minnow” was his mentor and Kenny Sullivan the expert.

Dougie’s passion for fishing was rivalled only by his passion for hunting. He couldn’t wait to get out in the bush, and he looked forward to spending time at the hunting camps and getting together with the boys after a day in the bush.

Dougie was a free spirit in the truest sense of the word. He didn’t appreciate tight guidelines, and he liked to make his own schedule. He liked to do things his way. He lived to hunt and fish and fish and hunt.

Then 21 years ago, he met someone that would send his life in a new direction. It was then that he began making frequent trips into Great Shakes in Iroquois for a “coffee”. There he dazzled a particular little waitress, Karen Fossitt, with his smooth talking charm. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and just the right size for each other, Dougie and Karen were the cutest couple anyone had ever seen. Karen liked to do the things that Dougie did, and they were together all the time.

They were married at the United Church in Iroquois in May 2000.

Not long after they were married, Dougie and Karen purchased their Kelly Road home. Only one thing was missing, and that was their precious Gracie who was born in September 2002. For Dougie, the birth of his beloved Gracie was a life-changing event.

Dougie became a proud father, who loved his baby girl from the minute he laid eyes on her. He loved being with his dear Gracie, and he was proud to tell everyone of her accomplishments and achievements.

Lately, Dougie had been looking for reliable and steady employment. He spent some time as a school bus driver and really liked it. He loved the kids, and the kids loved him. A few months ago, he got a job with the Municipality of South Dundas. He was very proud of this, and he was looking forward to the next chapter in his life being stable and enjoyable. But sadly, it was a short chapter.

There are a million stories out there involving Dougie, his family and his many friends, and each time they are retold they will bring back the memory of Dougie, the memory of that twinkle in his eye and that cute little grin.

Dougie was the dearly beloved husband of Karen Fossitt and cherished father to Gracie. He was the loving son of Buddy and Mary Perry and dear brother of Tim (Jennifer), Michael (Kristy) and Melinda (Chris).

He was loving uncle of three nieces and four nephews, and he will be sadly missed by his aunts, uncles, cousins and many friends.

Family and friends said their good byes to Dougie at the Marsden and McLaughlin Funeral home in Iroquois from 2 – 4 p.m. and 7–9 p.m. on Sunday, June 23. The funeral service was held on Monday, June 24, at the United Church in Iroquois. Interment was at Iroquois Point Cemetery.

Donations to a trust for Dougie’s beloved Gracie are gratefully acknowledged by the family.

Fred Hutt

A lifetime resident of the area, Fred Hutt passed away at the Woodland Villa Nursing Home in Long Sault, on Sunday, June 23, 2013. He was 87.

Fred was born in Matilda Township on Sunday, September 13, 1925, to his parents Merle and Lillian Mae Hutt (nee Dillabough). He was raised on the family farm.

As a youth Fred enjoyed playing baseball and hockey, and later in life became a big baseball and hockey fan.

He married Betty Casselman at St. Andrews Church in Prescott, on October 4, 1957, and together they had one son Garry.

Fred worked hard all his life to provide for his family. He worked at the Cardinal Starch plant for 27 years.

He would work on the family dairy farm with Betty through the day until early evening. Then he would get some sleep and go to work nights at the Cardinal Starch plant. At the end of his shift, Fred would return home, again to work the farm.

Together Fred and Betty operated a successful dairy farm and raised chickens. Fred enjoyed operating an egg delivery business, and he looked forward to getting the eggs and setting off to make his deliveries. It was a rarity for the family to go on long family vacations due to the responsibilities of operating a family dairy farm.

In addition to being a hardworking man, Fred was socially active as well. He enjoyed playing cards, and he was a member of the Connaught Oddfellows Lodge in Brinston for 30 years.

He was a very active bowler for many years, he loved to go dancing, and he loved the stock car races. Fred also enjoyed going to farm auctions and spending time at Tim Hortons visiting with his many friends.

Fred always had a White Owl cigar in his mouth, and he was a very no-nonsense person who looked at problems in life quite simply, they were either black or white. He had a practical approach and helping others solve their problems was one of his greatest strengths.

He was a reliable, hardworking man, and he could be counted on to get the job done or to help out a neighbor.

Fred was also a modest man who was very meticulous and goal driven, and that goal was to provide for his family. He was very successful, however, he was not one to boast about his accomplishments.

Fred is survived by his wife Betty and his son Garry (Lisa) of R.R.# 1 Iroquois.

He will be lovingly remembered by his grandson Matthew (Jillian) Hutt of Cornwall and his siblings Colleen Carr of Chesterville, Dale (Mary) of South Mountain and Glenn (Faye) of Manotick.

He is also survived by many sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews and his dear friend Carl Young.

Fred was predeceased by his parents Merle and Mae Hutt (nee Dillabough); his brother Joe and an infant brother Raymond; Betty’s parents Kenneth and Margaret Casselman (nee Durant); his brothers-in-law Allen, Delbert, Arnold and Dwayne Casselman, Ron Bradford, John Thompson, Jack Nelson and Don Carr.

Friends called at the Marsden and McLaughlin Funeral Home, Williamsburg, on Tuesday from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral service was held at the funeral home on Wednesday, June 26th at 11 a.m., with Rev. Janet Evans officiating. Interment followed at New Union Cemetery, Williamsburg.

Pallbearers were Steven Casselman, Francis Lapier, Victor Thompson, Anthony VanderBruggen, Ken Froats and Doug Froats. Honorary pallbearers were Dale Hutt, Carl Young and Horst Matthiesen.

Donations to the Dundas County Hospice or the Heart and Stroke Foundation would be gratefully acknowledged by the family. Online condolences may be made at marsdenmclaughlin.com.

Phyllis Dawley

A resident of Woodland Villa in Long Sault, for the past 10 years, Phyllis Dawley (nee Abbott) passed away there on Wednesday, June 26, 2013. She was 90.

Phyllis was born in Durrington, England, on September 21, 1922, to her parents Charles and Maud Abbott (nee Heaver). She grew up next door to Stonehenge where she played as a youngster, along with her older brother Bill and her older sister Agnes.

When WW 2 broke out, Phyllis worked in the post office and then went on to be a factory welder building fighter planes for the war effort.

During the war years, she met a young Canadian paratrooper from the 1st Airborne Parachute Battalion, Dalton Dawley – a farmer from Morrisburg. They were married in Durrington, on May 29th, 1945. After the war ended, Dalton returned home to Morrisburg, with Phyllis following a short time later.

Phyllis and Dalton were blessed with three sons, Bryan, Tom and Kent.

Over the years, Phyllis worked at various jobs. But the job she enjoyed and loved the most was as a seamstress at Upper Canada Village. Both she and Hedda Cassell made the costumes that were worn by the people working at the village.

After retiring, Phyllis and Dalton enjoyed travelling across Canada to various 1st Airborne reunions. Phyllis took great pride in her sons and in her three grandchildren. And of course she was delighted to be able to meet her two great-grandchildren, Kaeghan and Aodhan.

Phyllis, along with her dear friend Hedda, was unparalleled when it came to working for St. James Church. The church was an important part of her life.

Phyllis is survived by her sons Bryan (Karen), Tom (Wanda) and Kent (Carol), all of Mariatown, and her sister Agnes Herbert of England.

She will be fondly remembered by granddaughters Laura (Derek) Lowson and Shanna Dawley (Kent Miller) and great-grandchildren Kaeghan and Aodhan Lowson.

She is also survived by nieces and nephews in Canada and England.

She was predeceased by her husband Dalton, her brother Bill Abbott and her grandson Jason Dawley.

Friends called at St. James Anglican Church, Morrisburg, on Friday, June 28th from 10 a.m. until time of the Funeral Service which was held at 11 a.m., with Rev. Sue McCullough officiating. Interment followed at Fairview Cemetery, Mariatown.

Honorary pallbearers were Ralph Thompson, John Jones and Percy Salmon. Pallbearers were Derek Lowson, Steven Casselman, Mahlon Locke, Chuck Irvine, Jack Notman and Jim Adlington.

Donations to the Alzheimer’s Society would be gratefully acknowledged by the family. Arrangements were entrusted to the Marsden and McLaughlin Funeral Home, Williamsburg. Online condolences may be made at marsdenmclaughlin.com.

The 19th Hole

The week kicked off at the Morrisburg Golf Course with the weekly ladies night on Wednesday, sponsored by Lloya and Dwayne Sprague at the Morrisburg Home Hardware Store.

The biggest crowd of the ladies night season was on hand last Wednesday, and says club captain Monique Patenaude, “everyone had a wonderful time.”

The evening game was “the closest”… Closest to the chipping basket on the 10th hole won by Deanna Cassell, Closest to the hole on 14 won by Barb McWhinnie, Closest to the line on 16 won by Lillian Noon and closest to the pin from off the green on 18 won by Brenda Stitt.

In men’s night action on Thursday Brian McNairn and Greg Millard led the field of 71 golfers with 71s.

McNairn’s 71 gave him the low gross in A flight, while Millard claimed the low gross prize in B flight. Right on their heels was Ken Rundle who posted a 38 to win C flight.

Net winners were Shawn Hummel in A flight, Jeff Cassell in B and Al Graham in C.

Millard won closest to the pin on the par three 14th hole and Rob Murphy won closest to the hole on the par three 17th.

The evening was sponsored by Bill Barclay and Brister Insurance.

Among the Cedars

The ladies night on Wednesday, June 26 was decided by draw. Closest to the pin winners were Ann Cook on the par three sixth hole and Sheila Bush on the par 3 ninth.

On Wednesday, June 19, it was Cheryl Lowe leading the way with a 44 to claim the A flight low gross prize while close behind was Lynne Shaw with a 46. A flight net winners were Sheila Bush and Pat Reaney.

In B flight, it was Christina Yelle with the win thanks to a 45, while Barb Barkley zeroed in on the low net win. Sandra Julien posted a 55 for the win in C flight, and Jane Hess was the top D flight shooter with a 62. Cory Witteveen scored the low net in C flight. Closest to the pin shots were made by Gerry McEwan on the par three sixth hole and Sue McMillan on the par three ninth.

Dave Bird fired a 36, at Men’s night on Thursday, June 27 for the low gross in a Flight. He narrowly edged out Rick Barkley with a 37.

Jeff Whitteker and Harold Chalker tied for the low gross in B with 40s, while Darwin Bird also counted a 40, his to win low gros in C flight. A 57 carded by Allan Crowder was the low for the evening in D flight.

Net winners were Lonnie McIntosh in A flihgt, George Bloom in B, and Byron Brunt in C.

Jeff Byvels and Jeff Taylor dropped the closest to the pin shots on the part three sixth and ninth holes respectively and David Casselman had the long drive.

In men’s action on Thursday, June 20, Kurtis Barkley led the field with a 36. Jeff Whitteker was the now shooter in B flight with a 41 and Liam Morrow shot a 44 to win C flight. The first low gross prize in D flight was claimed by Josh Freak. Net winners were Greg Vandellan in A flight, Mitch Hutt in B and Ron Rutley in C.

Kickers U13 men team undefeated

The Seaway Kickers U13 Mixed team extended their undefeated season record to 7-0 at the Merkley Soccer Fields in Iroquois June 27, with a shutout over Nepean City’s M4 team.

Scoring started early in the first half with a one-timer in the corner by Oakley Beavers making it 1-0 Seaway.

Less than five minutes later, Aaron Tibben planted a goal past Nepean City’s goalie, 2-0 Seaway.

Still in the first half, Beavers landed his second of the night on the Nepean City net, 3-0 Seaway.

Devin Dumoulin and David Swerdfeger also scored making it 5-0 at half-time.

Nepean City’s change in goalies at half-time ended Seaway’s scoring run. However, Nepean could not get a rally started in the second half.

Final score for the game, Seaway Kickers 5, Nepean City 0. Travis McInnis and Oakley Beavers shared the shutout. They face Nepean City’s M3 team on July 4, in Iroquois. Game start will be at 6:30 p.m.

Seaway Kickers U15 Girls defeat Nepean Hotspurs

NEPEAN – The Seaway Kickers U15 Girls team visited the Nepean Hotspurs June 26 at l’école secondaire publique Omer-Deslauriers in Nepean.

Final game score was Seaway Kickers 3, Nepean Hotspurs 1.

Goals were scored by Julia Paulino and Jessica Ferguson (two). Courtney Moreau was goalie for the game.

The U15 Girls host Nepean City’s G1 team July 3, before playing three games in Ottawa on July 6.

Pictured right, Seaway Kickers forward Aaron Tibben shoots the ball past Nepean City`s goalie for the second goal of the game.

The South Dundas Minor program continues every Saturday morning with the 450 players that started the season on May 25 now well on their way to their World Cup Finale planned for July 26-27.