Monday, 17 October 2011

Where did you grow up?

My younger brother, circa late 60's?
The building behind me was made into apartments.
It's where we played softball on the lawn.
My family home is behind the photographer
(my mom!).
I'm an inner city kid.

My childhood home, 25 Walker Ave

I remember painting all that white trim, in the 70's, I think

Downtown Toronto, with a multi-cultural, wonderful mix of kids, families, homes, large and small. Old family homes, with land, built by people with money, who eventually moved on. These homes were renovated for apartment buildings.

Then, in the 80's, developers tore them down and built townhomes with parking garages underneath.

My family home still stands. But the houses opposite are gone.

demolition crews and building is gone
Beautiful old homes
new town houses

Must have been amazing to watch

Our 150-yr. old house had a milk door,
used then by the cat
Modest backyard, here's my late dad cleaning up!
My late mom, morning coffee,
building in the background now gone

Great neighbour, Dad, my Uncle Dee (right),
lived in the semi-detached #23


Christine said...

wow Jenn this was a lovely walk through recent history! Nice photos you've kept.

Kay L. Davies said...

I felt a tug of pain, seeing the demolition.
Every time I'm in New Westminster, BC, I drive by the house where my father was born, where my parents lived with my grandparents when I was born. Some day it won't be there any more.
I'm glad I can still remember the people, still have some of the photos.
Thanks for sharing yours.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Fun to see! I grew up in a tiny podunk town in eastern Washington State -- hot, dry and arid. It hasn't changed much.

But I've been wanting to scan some pictures and post them -- can't seem to find the time. It goes too fast.

Red said...

Blogged about my childhood home, soon to be abondoned, a couple of posts ago. I know there are pictures of the house I was born in. I'll have to find them.

Powell River Books said...

I grew up in the burbs of Los Angeles. It was a small town named Compton made up of many midwest families who came west. By the time I was a teen it was consumed by the growing urban sprawl. It also was consumed by crime so we moved on. But I have lots of fond memories of going downtown with my girlfriend to the movies and a coke at the corner drug store. Now you would probably be shot in a drive by. So sad. - Margy