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

Dontcha love antique shows????

July 2nd, twice we bumbled into the town of Perth.
I grabbed a shot of this home.

I love the old buildings of Perth. This looks just like the building across the road from my house on Walker Ave., Toronto, where I grew up as a kid. Mom and Dada lived in the house, having bought it from a relative, from 1950 - 1990.

 Summerhill subway station - I remember it well.

Our house was much less than this. This Perth home, as well as the old one I'm thinking of in Toronto, was made into apartments.

It was torn down in the 70s to build town homes.
Our house still stands, sold to a single woman, to have the money to build a home in Muskoka for Mom and Dad upon their retirement.
Both worked from the ages of 15, when their respective father's died, until they were 66 years old.

Enough nostalgia...

Once for the Perth Kilt Run 2011, but earlier in the morning we went to the legion to see the antique show.
The slide show is below. Marvellous pieces indoors and outside.

Where is home to you?

In my childhood, home for me was Toronto, for the first 25 years of my life. Going to "The Cottage" was our endless summer pursuit. First with a husband, and then with 1, 2 and 3 children. At first we all crowded into the 3-BR cottage. Things became tough, and we first rented Aunt Adie's cottage, 4 doors down, while she stayed in her heated, winterized in-law suite in her cottage, with the older cottage wing - unheated, and truly a cottage. Aunt Adie was married to Mom's brother, Uncle Fred. They were a pair. 


At this point, born in 1905, it was now the 80's, she didn't have a car anymore, and depended upon family for groceries. She would often tap at the door connecting the two places, asking for one thing or another, or reminding us not to put anything but toilet paper down the toilet. Still on an ancient septic system (dating 1960), I am thankful that the municipality is clamping down on old systems, and requiring cottagers to convert to sewers. The old systems cannot be healthy, and the environmental issues are extreme.


In 1981, my family moved to Ottawa. For the next 25 years the anticipation as we drove up from Gravenhurst, spotting familiar landmarks, passed Torrance, then saw Long Lake Road, and then the southern tip of the lake, we would all yell, "Yong Yake!", mimicking someone's youthful inability to pronounce L's. It was so exciting. After a time, Dad was fired in the bankruptcy of his firm of 25 years, losing his pension. They lived on Mom's salary, Dad found another job, but with the 80's came a dearth of building jobs. Dad was an Architectural Hardware Consultant. He would read architecture plans, and write up a list of required hardware. His company would bid on fitting the building with door handles, panic bars, hinges, etc., a meticulous job, with a gr. 10 education, he spend 4 summers in the US earning his certificate and qualifications. We were so proud of him! 


Our Toronto home was half of a semi-detached house, built on farmland that the Walker family (Walker Ave.!) had owned. Uncle Dee lived next door. He was Aunt Adie's brother. Small world. Mom and Dad had bought their half of the house from Aunt Adie and Uncle Dee's mother!



Finally, after Mom kept on working at the Rotary CLub of Toronto, a job she'd held for 30-odd years, at the ripe old age of 66 (1991), they decided to sell this ancient, delightful Toronto home, live in the cottage and build the house. You can see the front lawn, Mom always said it was the size of a postage stamp. The new owner, a single woman, converted the lawn to garden, as is the way with these small homes. I remember Dad mowing the lawn with the push mower.

TTC is 60 years old!

Uncle Fred died after an angina attack, falling off of our cottage deck. Aunt Lill, mom's beloved sister, died in her cottage, 2 doors down, in her bed with Aunt Adie at her bedside. Mom died in her home, with my brother at her side, on the same street in Bala.


Well, here we are...searching for a new home. Everyone who knew about this house has passed over, Mom & Dad were so happy to build it. Their first apt. was on top of a bakery, they had mice! They'd lived in this ancient house (right half) on Walker Ave. for at least 38 years. It's hard to pin it down, although I found a record of their names on a voting list for 1953. They were married in 1947.