tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61328980854107894262024-03-18T17:26:37.520-04:00ancestral roofsAncestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.comBlogger779125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-28843525618598318612023-01-24T16:16:00.001-05:002023-01-24T16:22:18.388-05:00Blame it on David<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jouhYIuhDZYs2mYT6fCVOQM9oN-okq6ho7xJ8DL126K0wNO4valsHk3ijQlXB6CP4kk-vy-1TSSJWOohfCEtn3GJ5BVdM1FoRc5KEeVaVpj9fhamIfJURtFU8269mipVa8eBMyBpy81o-Ezyhlmqrts6UGbh3h3MzMk5fxhiYZJ7lDJL0BGJVBhi-A/s3502/James%20Bay,%20Beacon%20Hill,%20Dallas%20Road%20(70).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3502" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jouhYIuhDZYs2mYT6fCVOQM9oN-okq6ho7xJ8DL126K0wNO4valsHk3ijQlXB6CP4kk-vy-1TSSJWOohfCEtn3GJ5BVdM1FoRc5KEeVaVpj9fhamIfJURtFU8269mipVa8eBMyBpy81o-Ezyhlmqrts6UGbh3h3MzMk5fxhiYZJ7lDJL0BGJVBhi-A/s320/James%20Bay,%20Beacon%20Hill,%20Dallas%20Road%20(70).JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In recent weeks, friend David, who is past president of our local ACO branch, has been sampling the delights of Victoria, BC. His many Facebook posts have set me longing for the neighbourhoods and attractions of that delightful city. </span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Last night I browsed through hundreds of house photos taken when my love and I spent a week wandering the city in 2017. Seems like yesterday. In truth, I suspect Denis indulged me well beyond his capacity for appreciating architecture, as we trudged through most of the <a href="https://www.victoriaheritagefoundation.ca/archstyles/styleguide.html">Victoria Heritage Foundation</a>'s neighbourhood walking tour guides. It's a time I am looking back on today with a full heart.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_Pz0apxMEjur_Ij0sRL_cli6cjMY5MgacZxizkHbHXCWHP7ldF44VgwX9qwOB_ioKADeZi3WCcRWkOc1LrraaJgGHEIkL7wpr8HGeINNc9pX0q5py5wLo8NeUpX0cDOkx2fYZAHSGCIMxGvzw9C9G10o_2dT-hXLiu6qH2DOuq2SrXtzj3j_-DU0uA/s3264/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(7).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_Pz0apxMEjur_Ij0sRL_cli6cjMY5MgacZxizkHbHXCWHP7ldF44VgwX9qwOB_ioKADeZi3WCcRWkOc1LrraaJgGHEIkL7wpr8HGeINNc9pX0q5py5wLo8NeUpX0cDOkx2fYZAHSGCIMxGvzw9C9G10o_2dT-hXLiu6qH2DOuq2SrXtzj3j_-DU0uA/s320/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(7).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Back in 2017 I wrote about our James Bay neighbourhood B&B <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2017/04/it-all-starts-here.html">home base</a> with our hosts the delightful Toshie and David. This neighbourhood occupies the 'home farm' land which provided food for the Hudson's Bay Company fort 'downtown', epicentre of the fur trade in the west in the <a href="https://www.victoriaharbourhistory.com/fort-victoria/">1840s</a>.</span></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznNFlzX4BjrRpb1zo3YkeFtIh5GwWAKlNDA0vRNZMjVWdSiJ_u41uKo-g_Amh7or9yx-xCnDyAEUjkye5q7RDFgYKA8qhcjbdch-s40o9naIHI9omjxek43eTZ2XlUoNKtTWaau1meNIGRoWxTpJ1RifkOoc25FVLyt1LHSHVg3RQbn9oD5ZzBi6uxQ/s3744/James%20Bay,%20Beacon%20Hill,%20Dallas%20Road%20(69).JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3744" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznNFlzX4BjrRpb1zo3YkeFtIh5GwWAKlNDA0vRNZMjVWdSiJ_u41uKo-g_Amh7or9yx-xCnDyAEUjkye5q7RDFgYKA8qhcjbdch-s40o9naIHI9omjxek43eTZ2XlUoNKtTWaau1meNIGRoWxTpJ1RifkOoc25FVLyt1LHSHVg3RQbn9oD5ZzBi6uxQ/s320/James%20Bay,%20Beacon%20Hill,%20Dallas%20Road%20(69).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The Empress"<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">The area includes the delighful Fisherman's wharf <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2017/05/floating-back-home.html">floating home</a> neighbourhood, Francis Rattenbury's grand 1898 "classical renaissance Romanesque" Parliament Buildings with their lovely grounds, and the imposing 1904 "Franco-Scottish Chateau style Empress Hotel" among other architectual delights </span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WLLo8nikDvHMgcwmwe8sI0_kILGHZvAHcjeAhWGsoAPvGdCZFVEsP_c2ItOn8Lgvl5NH1IX6ZJqMvzHLJfzDeGGo3zYbNt4Am7x-_rRqq2CfUAZ90y8w0EP99tfYcNI7bE0WzsrTJr-HjkaFw51H8PkfrHFiCsl1QU0RygSmJkrP_xGDSxA4TBJ--Q/s2941/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(2).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2408" data-original-width="2941" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WLLo8nikDvHMgcwmwe8sI0_kILGHZvAHcjeAhWGsoAPvGdCZFVEsP_c2ItOn8Lgvl5NH1IX6ZJqMvzHLJfzDeGGo3zYbNt4Am7x-_rRqq2CfUAZ90y8w0EP99tfYcNI7bE0WzsrTJr-HjkaFw51H8PkfrHFiCsl1QU0RygSmJkrP_xGDSxA4TBJ--Q/s320/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">We explored the beauties of the endless trails bordering the James Bay peninsula, and ventured into lush and exotic Beacon Hill Park. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqZSetpAdMTnW1ksvyncW5Q73jP2AeiK38qpvx1_LzoEbKGhIdHuvO3im1529oxaPIa-ydZ4Y9P7Um9m1Q1wTos4UCYEJFlMh4652mMDkgUH_K6_k0Aq2ZyZ2tJNcuE0zSL2k9auITKp6sbMTr_PJs-mu9QV8fn040YosHfODXk_dpLTh0aMiOpsEzg/s3264/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(17).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqZSetpAdMTnW1ksvyncW5Q73jP2AeiK38qpvx1_LzoEbKGhIdHuvO3im1529oxaPIa-ydZ4Y9P7Um9m1Q1wTos4UCYEJFlMh4652mMDkgUH_K6_k0Aq2ZyZ2tJNcuE0zSL2k9auITKp6sbMTr_PJs-mu9QV8fn040YosHfODXk_dpLTh0aMiOpsEzg/s320/Victoria%20house%20tours%20(17).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A plaque beside the location where a traditional pole is being rebuilt, acknowledges the colonial history of the HBC. There are many public plaques and interpretive panels by which to inform oneself. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This </span><a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2017/05/walk-this-way-dave-masons-victoria.html" style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUyRJW-stUanbGF5BF5LG560QFbym16Jdw1tkvFAeiJuLBnk3-Zq1eMdwHF_YxbLNpGd_POhFmMomWhdJb5I4BFcYnVnNjTXRTTANvPKjPf-4U_0xnTSoQrJi5KeEErrydryeMqfzpYbPqWY27BCrJLYh8aCY5JeydvWDUORw8UrgjubB7-oARlI_EQ/s3072/Craigdarroch,%20Lieut%20Gov%20mansion%20(179).JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3072" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUyRJW-stUanbGF5BF5LG560QFbym16Jdw1tkvFAeiJuLBnk3-Zq1eMdwHF_YxbLNpGd_POhFmMomWhdJb5I4BFcYnVnNjTXRTTANvPKjPf-4U_0xnTSoQrJi5KeEErrydryeMqfzpYbPqWY27BCrJLYh8aCY5JeydvWDUORw8UrgjubB7-oARlI_EQ/s320/Craigdarroch,%20Lieut%20Gov%20mansion%20(179).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">camas flower beneath oaks, Lieutenant Governor's mansion</span></td></tr></tbody></table>D</a><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2017/05/walk-this-way-dave-masons-victoria.html">ave Mason</a><span> post, written about our guided walking tour tells tells the history better than I, as does the book written by our B&B host David Helme. I look forward to being greeted by the new Welcome Pole when I return this spring.</span></span></div></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But the focus of attention on several long walking days were the frame homes which for a red-brick Ontario girl, were exotic enough. </span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPby6ZmH7TAFbzaDX19V1O7RNfSBcwal6ZN7HqDGM8BASDKYxXS12pe0NecjryDlRQQR0LzMVOTLoagCuQxuRPUEIyipXRfDGNEbX578NaQShzUK5WKkeZWcwAo4xvvcbKXSdH1Iba2p4wuJoTg-yWl7YT8qRrvq_MwzztrEZTfz_N_URwZt30fmNkOw/s3072/Craigdarroch,%20Lieut%20Gov%20mansion%20(70).JPG" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPby6ZmH7TAFbzaDX19V1O7RNfSBcwal6ZN7HqDGM8BASDKYxXS12pe0NecjryDlRQQR0LzMVOTLoagCuQxuRPUEIyipXRfDGNEbX578NaQShzUK5WKkeZWcwAo4xvvcbKXSdH1Iba2p4wuJoTg-yWl7YT8qRrvq_MwzztrEZTfz_N_URwZt30fmNkOw/s320/Craigdarroch,%20Lieut%20Gov%20mansion%20(70).JPG" width="240" /></a></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Thanks to David, I am homesick for </span><span>the houses of the James Bay area, that neighbourhood of vernacular Colonial bungalows, Arts and Crafts and Craftsman styles - and folksy blends. The photos following also capture the rich colour of March in Victoria, sigh, a feast of flowering shrubs and trees and spring bloom, including the wild camas flower cultivated by the Lekwungen people."Such much", to misuse one of our favourite Casablanca quotes.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">For architectural details please consult the wonderful walking tour brochures provided by the researchers of the <a href="https://www.victoriaheritagefoundation.ca/archstyles/styleguide.html">Victoria Heritage Foundation</a>, those worthy documents my Denis assiduously followed as I darted about excitedly with my camera.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">I will leave my pilgrimage to the Emily Carr homes for another post. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Walk on.</span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixehuBEHTMwoj2rYY7__c2Xpn6WbU0cK7y0k8qyCCnkhknsjGv5pag5hYh0gP4Ig1-tdOZnOuO0gpcuH8DRssgaozFFlwfvIqsw0a1jQAFFH0V_0OrJJ69Hcntu7V0-5Ts6QTWDkjtUFc1PdMSGVgwh2d5QjgRt_k82kSZgw-c2EPhyc5Oj0qyufDITg/s3072/Craigdarroch,%20Lieut%20Gov%20mansion%20(62).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3744" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwMbXlFjIIddzUfu2wr6Vlh0if4WZ0Lai8TovtvT5FbxUs_9cq8qeonwfxOW8CKEu9qVtmaT7a6m8aQEs4btpmF6btI0sAwg_p-A5MKW1C0Cz_smgdGg6hMJ_3MStd7VXvfDqOF4sdLZHPibLIfahE1oQvRf1kS_IMpNw4RzykWMQk0_kv_Qh3Ve3bg/s320/James%20Bay,%20Beacon%20Hill,%20Dallas%20Road%20(189).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Are you still with us? As the Staple Singers said, "I'll take you there."</div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-83050741355884490912022-12-25T11:57:00.003-05:002022-12-25T12:17:34.906-05:00Precisely my point<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish61-MRMXzMTsYDke7fRt_MDpshlDja8CUeUmKiKogesi-Ztx0IibyeiwbqNY3C1Q7OFm3A8wktpNEK5YlvLkvZxeTojZEYDyBLW7DSawPxdNhBnlC7_cjn79M07mAYqRuvO3A80TfGErojRXNJcrZ-UwAok4usFbGMOmgs_ajuYZcl6wwEza_x_ZcA/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(8).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish61-MRMXzMTsYDke7fRt_MDpshlDja8CUeUmKiKogesi-Ztx0IibyeiwbqNY3C1Q7OFm3A8wktpNEK5YlvLkvZxeTojZEYDyBLW7DSawPxdNhBnlC7_cjn79M07mAYqRuvO3A80TfGErojRXNJcrZ-UwAok4usFbGMOmgs_ajuYZcl6wwEza_x_ZcA/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(8).JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: medium;"> <span>I have an instinct for these things. A mention in a local tourism publication. An interesting road snaking along a blue line on the map. NHS directional signage. Interesting road names or appealing topography.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> I don't know what led me to Sturgeon Point, but I do know what kept me there. Sturgeon Point village is what people do when they band together to preserve a way of life, and fine buildings, from change due to bureaucratic contols and development. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeOhXaUg7Ax-4IQFDraoo4hw1trKQOWK6YQAkd-nuTAswP7cJSI4yn5VHUfeLCC82h01iua5CpbDJCSYbJyvWWndLysIv7K4xh0JFPrWac5gb88F26W4wkDM_FbnLQg-ms8NteAjAtwntADRRoFZdHuG0ZPQp26UAONInb46bIdLEfsuEWtmcCSvCWg/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(19).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeOhXaUg7Ax-4IQFDraoo4hw1trKQOWK6YQAkd-nuTAswP7cJSI4yn5VHUfeLCC82h01iua5CpbDJCSYbJyvWWndLysIv7K4xh0JFPrWac5gb88F26W4wkDM_FbnLQg-ms8NteAjAtwntADRRoFZdHuG0ZPQp26UAONInb46bIdLEfsuEWtmcCSvCWg/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(19).JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>I assume. I didn't speak to anyone at Sturgeon Point, but I visited the Sturgeon Point Association website. And I wandered some of the charming narrow twisty cottage roads lined with majestic trees, bordering the lake. And I ogled cottage homes from the later 1800s and early days of the last century: simple frame cottages and stately family enclaves set back in wide lawns shaded by enormous pines. And I could see why the residents would want to circle the wagons to limit changes and maintain this lovely summer cottage communtiy. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtU5_7PNjtb3P3JU7DPsnT3ADbC1pfOtkDCqlGKOwEh9ISQhYdS1SC8b_Wr6Lk2vNfPqJTLZpTjl_oVpvmmGXkmecM0MpRNe454ZBHbtR5_SkO_4k0VkRBlFnE0DWbxViW3Nd3Z3tVAkTv_CC4oBkFW759NZ1P6IWDRkGaXR0gKjud3uI2Xy0znBNog/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(18).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtU5_7PNjtb3P3JU7DPsnT3ADbC1pfOtkDCqlGKOwEh9ISQhYdS1SC8b_Wr6Lk2vNfPqJTLZpTjl_oVpvmmGXkmecM0MpRNe454ZBHbtR5_SkO_4k0VkRBlFnE0DWbxViW3Nd3Z3tVAkTv_CC4oBkFW759NZ1P6IWDRkGaXR0gKjud3uI2Xy0znBNog/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(18).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2SiG1jtOIOiCda_jUQCd2bUCABrAxjHPdbMuSOvc2b5ahiQcd7N8JKW0tHC3CGZhwsRHkg2XXjczpl3-cYuhe1Ff9MJaC9FX_-rKl4pty1iZu-F_VuAWpJ-i2VuT647ICTIPOEBI3MxcFVQz57jHI0_rrH0GhsLtZKSdVpniEmviIoa9sRsTR5PtJg/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(12).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2SiG1jtOIOiCda_jUQCd2bUCABrAxjHPdbMuSOvc2b5ahiQcd7N8JKW0tHC3CGZhwsRHkg2XXjczpl3-cYuhe1Ff9MJaC9FX_-rKl4pty1iZu-F_VuAWpJ-i2VuT647ICTIPOEBI3MxcFVQz57jHI0_rrH0GhsLtZKSdVpniEmviIoa9sRsTR5PtJg/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(12).JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The place put me in mind of Point Abino near Fort Erie, which I visited years ago with my dear friend Judy, a fellow traveller lost long ago, A gated cottage community (irritatingly, owned almost exclusively by Americans) from which we were shooed when we went to visit the historic <a href="https://www.exploringniagara.com/places_to_explore/historic_destinations/point_abino_lighthouse.html">lighthouse </a>.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmR75GOTZdusZr4Hseg1dNNWJVQMxI8DyMtmQ6RxyHaOOQk158sc7QyPCL5LAJbCOOgxEuj0MCKfyaFgtr74B42kwL_DSUUmpHASR64sRt9OjSkW3CXDqwe5LSHsQ_be39IxHz9KqPUugFnUqtdIRbNnmg6_Mf2NIRZGoU_00vHqIuccPhWCEIdSKDA/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(11).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmR75GOTZdusZr4Hseg1dNNWJVQMxI8DyMtmQ6RxyHaOOQk158sc7QyPCL5LAJbCOOgxEuj0MCKfyaFgtr74B42kwL_DSUUmpHASR64sRt9OjSkW3CXDqwe5LSHsQ_be39IxHz9KqPUugFnUqtdIRbNnmg6_Mf2NIRZGoU_00vHqIuccPhWCEIdSKDA/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(11).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">There is some interesting Sturgeon Point <a href="https://www.sturgeonpoint.com/history/">village history</a> online. The first regatta was held in 1838 - and these exclusive events continue to this day. The point became a summer destination for locals in the 1850s . Excursion boats, everyone in their best collared and corsetted attire no doubt, started arriving for picnics in the hardwood groves near the water. The most popular such event, for a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta performance in 1881, numbered 3000! That's a flotilla of excursion boats! </span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA1QCTIONAdSplvNYIcO1WUd64vvDU3cPQK5tiM6kybA2mBLHQfABiY3FXMN5VgJ-vtrAv4Dn4aHJaQ60cz104XpiHSXy_4JPhpQfnc3YTFpiJunHZETNRFR_tTG1iz1_jHF42YufbiSXyR9eWMcTzv0EoSmZvnj9WwQrnrsiK7stDrkJimfFf-w5ARA/s4234/Sturgeon%20Point%20(16).JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3151" data-original-width="4234" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA1QCTIONAdSplvNYIcO1WUd64vvDU3cPQK5tiM6kybA2mBLHQfABiY3FXMN5VgJ-vtrAv4Dn4aHJaQ60cz104XpiHSXy_4JPhpQfnc3YTFpiJunHZETNRFR_tTG1iz1_jHF42YufbiSXyR9eWMcTzv0EoSmZvnj9WwQrnrsiK7stDrkJimfFf-w5ARA/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(16).JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">The village history site is worth a visit. There's the story of Crandell's Sturgeon Point Hotel, with marine and train traffic bringing thousands to the point. Built in 1876, it burned in 1898. George Crandell's story makes for an interesting </span><a href="https://maryboro.ca/story/george-crandell-steamship-pioneer-sturgeon-point-founder-long-serving-lindsay-councillor-convicted-gangster/" style="text-align: left;">read</a><span style="text-align: left;">!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Vz-wvwiG3Kzpk2foWHfo1u0C7eG6Mhil9UoAPd35AcoCSANwO8xmd95Q6XSD_WQu7JpYHojjTNxB8PLJVK-TiyuTDLLsAiBKZ-2aelLt3aC4yDY1ovhkfd91VrRmI7BhA-j8LKDjMUjwIYS4TmU8xov2Ejwws9iZ6mpKZTqsAIikApcJCWCv40axJQ/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(26).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Vz-wvwiG3Kzpk2foWHfo1u0C7eG6Mhil9UoAPd35AcoCSANwO8xmd95Q6XSD_WQu7JpYHojjTNxB8PLJVK-TiyuTDLLsAiBKZ-2aelLt3aC4yDY1ovhkfd91VrRmI7BhA-j8LKDjMUjwIYS4TmU8xov2Ejwws9iZ6mpKZTqsAIikApcJCWCv40axJQ/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(26).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnNM2AVbOZCvk8Wz-eus1n5QwLRQBC4UI1IHJZYTCU6IQa-DIxaZEz03ATD5hMchru7finf6fcB94Kwt2lp3FCZJhBuYa9utlCrYk-Ev1KJnyJAs3dfNhoXm7SeTTs6AQIaHeXgNkTF2RZ9vT_23cRMWORBHwSY2CJCOe1frlDijUMhzILy8oQw7qHQ/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(27).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnNM2AVbOZCvk8Wz-eus1n5QwLRQBC4UI1IHJZYTCU6IQa-DIxaZEz03ATD5hMchru7finf6fcB94Kwt2lp3FCZJhBuYa9utlCrYk-Ev1KJnyJAs3dfNhoXm7SeTTs6AQIaHeXgNkTF2RZ9vT_23cRMWORBHwSY2CJCOe1frlDijUMhzILy8oQw7qHQ/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(27).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">In the 1880s, the first permanent homes were built. </span><span style="text-align: left;">And that's where I come in. The </span><span style="text-align: left;">signage that led me to the point directed me to the beautiful rustic Sturgeon Point Union Church, built 1915. Its </span><a href="https://sturgeonpointchurch.ca/history/" style="text-align: left;">history</a><span style="text-align: left;"> is fascinating, the structure is unique. An octagonal building of Georgia pine, it was commisioned by a Lady Clara Flavelle, and gifted to the community as an ecumenical church. Although I couldn't get inside, the woodcraft is phenomenally beautiful. The website welcomes "residents, guests and visitors" and I felt that welcome as I found a spot to park, to set out on my wander through the streets and along the shore road.</span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFd4yn13HbD8RTVt2QUT7BKXC2Mjgz2PQn8B3_LKuuANtUQRnC37zD2-QIuZKMq_sWSh3RiWsq27R76QBMPzao_kh44d-d__KlC-MnqYneic054JOi_ZwA5kzCaY8fA87tlqPJ5imJUzF5QFP7FGcAv5NP59xy1x8FVOEOFR42FMPGSoXM6eytYmzgg/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(31).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFd4yn13HbD8RTVt2QUT7BKXC2Mjgz2PQn8B3_LKuuANtUQRnC37zD2-QIuZKMq_sWSh3RiWsq27R76QBMPzao_kh44d-d__KlC-MnqYneic054JOi_ZwA5kzCaY8fA87tlqPJ5imJUzF5QFP7FGcAv5NP59xy1x8FVOEOFR42FMPGSoXM6eytYmzgg/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(31).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEejSRcgh07rqhFvPYeBm0PV8eq8TPQLqtNjjkJ2umMQR2g-zpQvAfJVTkYKqFpziTNu_nRm9ccwmwgEyIJ0Tw0cvyezoEdjInAiW9SsdiE816D--pGH69zOuRBQd96weebm44IFpYempdTYc0ORgCy-eC3umv1KKXbZQ4HriHJlaCs0aDgNkuIpEXQ/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(25).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEejSRcgh07rqhFvPYeBm0PV8eq8TPQLqtNjjkJ2umMQR2g-zpQvAfJVTkYKqFpziTNu_nRm9ccwmwgEyIJ0Tw0cvyezoEdjInAiW9SsdiE816D--pGH69zOuRBQd96weebm44IFpYempdTYc0ORgCy-eC3umv1KKXbZQ4HriHJlaCs0aDgNkuIpEXQ/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(25).JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEoAPTINfO0ypvEWz5oz6pdKA2sKnxBCtn2HgPcQWzfIT-AH3ytvtrsqu8-Awhx62qSIvi74vXF2kWMjqzC-8AjARUUwKJ7anQNzUCQqnnTJMd3cYrNYQBb5U8RvqSn1u1CJj5YBlQpsyLrA8Q-wBWGN9huoRC8X76cdtOtO-7KL4ddKSRHhzsUj9BQ/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(36).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEoAPTINfO0ypvEWz5oz6pdKA2sKnxBCtn2HgPcQWzfIT-AH3ytvtrsqu8-Awhx62qSIvi74vXF2kWMjqzC-8AjARUUwKJ7anQNzUCQqnnTJMd3cYrNYQBb5U8RvqSn1u1CJj5YBlQpsyLrA8Q-wBWGN9huoRC8X76cdtOtO-7KL4ddKSRHhzsUj9BQ/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(36).JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">The residences range from tiny original cottages to fine summer homes. All are beautifully maintained, the roads are tree-lined with views over Sturgeon Lake. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG57CDHs5d4pUs9_iSAEqaN04UwjatC9m8p-4xRbRDzjhSsJrr07gPdImQO86xxHM72C9AXs7VKWGCiFk6IqfsNGgN5O5wkn5MsuyamQHxhgJjTNxVyl0gn8yvis8gNR2jPl8V9B4gVt_y_aJ92BzB5TT48wzg1rJj02rT8OQN6tAshBqP9FVl97rO6g/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(32).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG57CDHs5d4pUs9_iSAEqaN04UwjatC9m8p-4xRbRDzjhSsJrr07gPdImQO86xxHM72C9AXs7VKWGCiFk6IqfsNGgN5O5wkn5MsuyamQHxhgJjTNxVyl0gn8yvis8gNR2jPl8V9B4gVt_y_aJ92BzB5TT48wzg1rJj02rT8OQN6tAshBqP9FVl97rO6g/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(32).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The whimsical canary yellow Cherry Tree Lodge, set in wide treed grounds, caught my eye. And as I did some research for this post, I learned to my delight that it has a story. Not only is the tiny cottage one of the first purpose-built cottages, and thus the object of my search, but it has a fascinating history. Cherry Tree Lodge was built in 1887 by artist W.A.Goodwin (no, new name for me also.) The late Victorian cottage with Arts and Crafts influences, "built to evoke the appearance of the large canvas tents campers used at the time" (</span><a href="https://www.communitystories.ca/v2/life-art-of-w-a-goodwin_vie-art/story/cherry-tree-lodge/">website</a><span>) was home to sedate family activities and wholesome local youth events. And it served as inspiration to an <a href="https://www.communitystories.ca/v2/life-art-of-w-a-goodwin_vie-art/story/rediscovering-w-a-goodwin/">artist</a> unjustly overlooked until recently. A grand story, doubtless one of many told in this delightful little community.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9kwX4sCoPmmxZLKLpIO34mSZUmb_bkvKdJDFT5NxOFfRZTF7qOEr7XMFZ-2Up6W50sOedrbv2vGiZ53YKVMx6EGYgzCNwy3ke0P_x7rzIhUxFbrkqrzIVz503mB8lukobJs2pjdKlMDWtuqqdXkZlCCCQFCfP339vEpsTYGvsSxOajhxSMVZz7REtA/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(33).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9kwX4sCoPmmxZLKLpIO34mSZUmb_bkvKdJDFT5NxOFfRZTF7qOEr7XMFZ-2Up6W50sOedrbv2vGiZ53YKVMx6EGYgzCNwy3ke0P_x7rzIhUxFbrkqrzIVz503mB8lukobJs2pjdKlMDWtuqqdXkZlCCCQFCfP339vEpsTYGvsSxOajhxSMVZz7REtA/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(33).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So, Sturgeon Point Association board members and supporters, you have a precious legacy and a special place in your care. I wish you success, as burgeoning development pressures build on quaint and character-full places. They come for the charm, and destroy it in the process.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdVUwF4kl4OUZ4Kj8RswVpuQNSpRI8XhzPF9tcX1StwVcuEuFpiNvuRM0E3Ga_XzRHz7lVtSHqwFX6_B8njBoOpZzyPxnPUutU0Gi1FyuSS1KqzIKmYEmGQqcDMEBeuhHFkXUtylr8g8aj-f70Qc-SL6AbwjUK3aAA7teTQFMn4cBwmnYXsPcEWFLHA/s4320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(35).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdVUwF4kl4OUZ4Kj8RswVpuQNSpRI8XhzPF9tcX1StwVcuEuFpiNvuRM0E3Ga_XzRHz7lVtSHqwFX6_B8njBoOpZzyPxnPUutU0Gi1FyuSS1KqzIKmYEmGQqcDMEBeuhHFkXUtylr8g8aj-f70Qc-SL6AbwjUK3aAA7teTQFMn4cBwmnYXsPcEWFLHA/s320/Sturgeon%20Point%20(35).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-66801001318026693902022-12-09T14:03:00.001-05:002022-12-09T14:03:24.075-05:00Lucy Maud's (not so very) happy place<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJdB_ujvl9fu928XF5fSzEElV-B1Qa9LIinxPFZwXGZaJAds_iXP33BdJBsGrTRVV6m3_PdP3p1grfRhmCMFJ8BqBEEhOWvPg7pfmzwSeTQIUahvLa7olx8v8YG80rvnelavEgZv9im7Iy-ST0gpQlpUSgWdXTqKddYzH-lZjcK1A63pLcTAJHe5FeA/s4320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(23).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJdB_ujvl9fu928XF5fSzEElV-B1Qa9LIinxPFZwXGZaJAds_iXP33BdJBsGrTRVV6m3_PdP3p1grfRhmCMFJ8BqBEEhOWvPg7pfmzwSeTQIUahvLa7olx8v8YG80rvnelavEgZv9im7Iy-ST0gpQlpUSgWdXTqKddYzH-lZjcK1A63pLcTAJHe5FeA/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(23).JPG" width="320" /></a></div> "Homesickness" replied the guide. I had just marvelled at the astonishing literary output of a former resident of this village, nostalgic stories based in a long-forgotten era in a seaside world she had left and longed for always.<p></p><p>On a July.stay in Port Perry I had the opportunity to visit a National Historic Site I had long wanted to see, in Leaskdale, Ontario. This plain buff brick house was the home of the writer Lucy Maud Montgomery for 15 years. The manse and the lovely church up the road are now busy museums open to the public. There are quite a few houses in the hamlet which were standing when Montgomery (1864 - 1942) lived and wrote in Leaskdale, a tiny place at the bottom of an impressive hill in beautiful (remarkably, still) open countryside.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn-hySWpTxGROYduWATPMb9JPONDuAZJaSLDJiytrExogKx8PrwI3qEfOSqvzocUa9HWe5S297HSuAWuNgm-3j5KOJBaSb_M2dJrHRQYKe5-5SdIu3JOvw0j7wEMiLo3Y1IKt2nVj7jnEuv1o3zO0jHBczZximxSmEHdPY9chNR2Q-27nrqqaIGRfxQ/s3960/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(28).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3061" data-original-width="3960" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn-hySWpTxGROYduWATPMb9JPONDuAZJaSLDJiytrExogKx8PrwI3qEfOSqvzocUa9HWe5S297HSuAWuNgm-3j5KOJBaSb_M2dJrHRQYKe5-5SdIu3JOvw0j7wEMiLo3Y1IKt2nVj7jnEuv1o3zO0jHBczZximxSmEHdPY9chNR2Q-27nrqqaIGRfxQ/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(28).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Most girls of my generation spent at least some of their youth reading the novels of L.M. Montgomery. Here's a <a href="https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/montgomery-lucy-maud">bio </a>from the Canadian Encyclopedia Montgomery upon which I doubt I can improve.</p><p>My purpose in returning to these photos is to contemplate her life here, in this place even my hosts in nearby Port Perry did not know about. Getting in touch with the stifling Edwardian life of the wife of a Presbyterian minister suffering from major depressive disorder in the 1910s. It gets worse, but I'm not going there.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBB3foLwOEOodpLXmYwKsliAimIe7Xm2tJD8sTAQ3BXU8Q1hVQCYoeUcocV0iSm-GwBrBohPert_k_0HgzCORtbCxYF5AEAkCoEWw8t-CKeyeefJgoO3JbG2hlCI0lw9tvMNkEog2kQIBhnUh0DIBRPkjSTXQvThNfn5-50Q-Vzj_7xsq42SEGxeUZA/s4320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBB3foLwOEOodpLXmYwKsliAimIe7Xm2tJD8sTAQ3BXU8Q1hVQCYoeUcocV0iSm-GwBrBohPert_k_0HgzCORtbCxYF5AEAkCoEWw8t-CKeyeefJgoO3JbG2hlCI0lw9tvMNkEog2kQIBhnUh0DIBRPkjSTXQvThNfn5-50Q-Vzj_7xsq42SEGxeUZA/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(6).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">neighbouring farm where LM found her muse</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Instead, because loss and longing have become part of my vocabulary, I want to think about how much Lucy Maud missed rural PEI and the ocean, and how she found her solace and inspiration in the countryside here, which in a part of Ontario increasingly blanketed with graceless subdivisions, is still bucolic and lovely.</p><p>LM Montgomery's famous Anne of Green Gables was published in 1908. She wrote eleven of her 22 novels in this simple house with few conveniences and high expectations.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Pv39xf1-hF-11q-7BUnXLpIjqZavCkpy5HY-z2sTehJaHc-m45jxTZGZGhpAeDJt1d6BmaPML9nHp3TxAs-QG0WDef6sxz4oTG5IUSUJWGQ3iNuwHqLbcVnbWOMJE0mfPFflAL06ATKrFYn9XNj65cBqoMmKW6cW160NFA48oXz21iHi9FjlrzerBQ/s3169/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(16).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2770" data-original-width="3169" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Pv39xf1-hF-11q-7BUnXLpIjqZavCkpy5HY-z2sTehJaHc-m45jxTZGZGhpAeDJt1d6BmaPML9nHp3TxAs-QG0WDef6sxz4oTG5IUSUJWGQ3iNuwHqLbcVnbWOMJE0mfPFflAL06ATKrFYn9XNj65cBqoMmKW6cW160NFA48oXz21iHi9FjlrzerBQ/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(16).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>I've always found it interesting, though it's seldom commented upon, that although LM married Ewan Macdonald in 1911, she "kept her maiden name" (what a quaint old expression) in her published writing.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVYROcnloN9UIIxnI6tac1eokkQ7aHXUzEVc4LMlC56-rHG17Mb0KXWohXfGh-ed55JgPp7FMMkapZ0ZXg58OdWEqq_O7omp-86rd9NUO2_qHAOulSM2USBuXXR5hDaI5FlVoxCpHBNH25up22rJMXhbJBse0Zkhpsds_hlVxkWe7Hc_K0KnXJwWj8w/s4320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVYROcnloN9UIIxnI6tac1eokkQ7aHXUzEVc4LMlC56-rHG17Mb0KXWohXfGh-ed55JgPp7FMMkapZ0ZXg58OdWEqq_O7omp-86rd9NUO2_qHAOulSM2USBuXXR5hDaI5FlVoxCpHBNH25up22rJMXhbJBse0Zkhpsds_hlVxkWe7Hc_K0KnXJwWj8w/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">her statue in a lovely garden at the church</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>A really great resource if this story captures your attention, or your heart is the <a href="https://lucymaudmontgomery.ca/about-maud/">LMMontgomery Society of Ontario</a>. There's tons more information there. </p><p><br /></p><p>And if this visit is not enough, I suggest you venture <a href="https://www.roadtoavonlea.com/blog-posts/lucy-maud-montgomery-homes-to-see-in-ontario">here</a>. I suspect I will. </p><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCEU0W8DTVqSzlox_wsUX30n03K2Xe6VWHCjgrULIe81kT_kiaQ8ExfnkGbuX9GWM4ucFJPKBkY1kJsSWI9kEyppxgxF4DxhwO9ejgTgA6CScNIEfrrUz1uiGEcKzmJOitaaz7q1TncKkSfnL-x7ohsXsc7AqJu6oJ8du2M-NrIdz18Hyz6y-zDW0tg/s4320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(13).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCEU0W8DTVqSzlox_wsUX30n03K2Xe6VWHCjgrULIe81kT_kiaQ8ExfnkGbuX9GWM4ucFJPKBkY1kJsSWI9kEyppxgxF4DxhwO9ejgTgA6CScNIEfrrUz1uiGEcKzmJOitaaz7q1TncKkSfnL-x7ohsXsc7AqJu6oJ8du2M-NrIdz18Hyz6y-zDW0tg/s320/Leaskdale%20-%20LMMontgomery%20(13).JPG" width="320" /></a></p><br /><p><br /></p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-43622230290711568052022-06-06T14:08:00.004-04:002022-06-06T23:03:37.829-04:00The Athenaeum - <blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB0Rp2EEANWjJ523M5zunR2MUX_MVOYH1BQRvV2k5RKEYZZbh41TFyGNL7d_xtkhNssNRh_CebAmALS29q8bMrx1xKeCAf7oK7jbdo__DcOrAB6xalDQLWCs8GjWF7rb8WWQ96TyPBgBJltThbWSSSfym0uDo8IBiVgHsiXBQKzuWF8HQpKiBPHa3iA/s4608/20220502_114238.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="2592" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQB0Rp2EEANWjJ523M5zunR2MUX_MVOYH1BQRvV2k5RKEYZZbh41TFyGNL7d_xtkhNssNRh_CebAmALS29q8bMrx1xKeCAf7oK7jbdo__DcOrAB6xalDQLWCs8GjWF7rb8WWQ96TyPBgBJltThbWSSSfym0uDo8IBiVgHsiXBQKzuWF8HQpKiBPHa3iA/s320/20220502_114238.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><p></p></blockquote><p> Now THAT was fun. I discovered a fine forgotten building in Toronto not long ago, and crossed Church Street to read the magnetic (to me) blue and gold plaque. This unusual building (more on that later) bore the sign JAZZ. A jazz club, I assumed.</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">No, turns out to be apartments - if you hurry there are <a href="https://www.padmapper.com/buildings/p313846/jazz-apartments-at-167-church-st-toronto-on-m5b-1y6">severa</a>l available right now in the $1950 to $3350 range. I'm afraid I have no more information, as I was caught up in the account of the Athenaeum Club (1891) and Labour Temple (1904)</p></blockquote><p>'Athenaeum' rang a bell; weren't they akin to the Mechanics' Institutes (here's a Toronto <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toronto_Mechanics%27_Institute">example</a>).which offered reading rooms and technical and adult education for those men seeking social and economic betterment? Many evolved into public libraries. Institutes, not the men. And I use 'men' for reasons unfuriatingly obvious in that day. </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXSUGHxYRbXaprX71zCdvJzZs5Aq694ihNrJYms1ATSzDIbBBOFDyfJh7njAw0twqFt32DfXIHhT47GoJOn9vlIffmU0yhh3ogY2jHeJOCCwPJmTSQWULEA8CxASrVqiHkoxmRiBBWEho45DK_k1cYhmWCYdaOKViRChYEeKDgtI1UtZ-4dv4V6-xDg/s4608/20220502_114336.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXSUGHxYRbXaprX71zCdvJzZs5Aq694ihNrJYms1ATSzDIbBBOFDyfJh7njAw0twqFt32DfXIHhT47GoJOn9vlIffmU0yhh3ogY2jHeJOCCwPJmTSQWULEA8CxASrVqiHkoxmRiBBWEho45DK_k1cYhmWCYdaOKViRChYEeKDgtI1UtZ-4dv4V6-xDg/s320/20220502_114336.jpg" width="320" /></a></p></blockquote><p>Here's where the fun starts. The first item in my search for Athenaeums (ae?) turned out to be one of my own. In the February 2016 issue of the newsletter of the Hastings County Historical Society (doubtless you still have the issue) I warbled on about the Atheneum in Belleville, Ontario. Modelled optimistically on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athenaeum_Club,_London">Athenaeum Club</a>, that exclusive arts and letters club of London, England, Belleville's offered improving fare from 1859 - 1866. Spoiler: it failed and became a skating rink. Here's a <a href="https://discover.cabhc.ca/uploads/r/community-archives-of-belleville-and-hastings-county/6/2/0/620ca4176e4db55ff68ce65c7689e7f005465557289e41e4246673f58e8ea0ea/February_Outlook_2016.pdf">link to the Outlook article</a>.</p><p>But back to 167 Church Street.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjr3e97Ndgdpog6A1mohPrgWrccm2O_81ZBEBHjNK3tdX2v3pCDfz6PUNg8GFcttgY9HSt9rLuez15oHramKFWhjRsO2inliYp-zKQEgZV-NePGcEZhdb3TwFFG8kWKjw6zvYlW0EmBPGjasBLYaFceFv1NGu3YTgLubF_LSV1tjc1XSrOtX4F_MroQ/s4608/20220502_114011.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjr3e97Ndgdpog6A1mohPrgWrccm2O_81ZBEBHjNK3tdX2v3pCDfz6PUNg8GFcttgY9HSt9rLuez15oHramKFWhjRsO2inliYp-zKQEgZV-NePGcEZhdb3TwFFG8kWKjw6zvYlW0EmBPGjasBLYaFceFv1NGu3YTgLubF_LSV1tjc1XSrOtX4F_MroQ/s320/20220502_114011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>No, the anonymous concrete apartment tower isn't just invading personal space. It's embedded - or whatever terms one uses for the regrettable facade conservation compromise which allows for vertical expansion while maintaining the heritage features, if not the charm, of old building fronts. Lots has been written about this, but honestly, with square footage at a premium and a city multiplying itself daily, what choice?</div><div><br /></div><div> Without greenery, without historic context, there is too much lost. But without that preserved front, and a plaque, types like me would never know about this ornate historic appendage welded onto the strictly functional Jazz apartments.</div><div><br /></div><div>The building was built in 1891 for the Athenaeum Club, the facade designed by Denison and King architects. The style is the rare-in-Toronto Moorish Revival, according to the plaque. Now when was the last time you enjoyed Moorish details like its intricate brickwork and Moorish windows? (The 1894 interior of Massey Hall featured Moorish arch balconies, perhaps the exotic style was associated to intellectual and cultural pursuits?) </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HGSEjq-li3OqYkQBPXMDaPNc63YPb62Xainb5cRd19EPq-cAKjE-J1c-m8yDJ1hnSXHa2HM2lhW9NP74WFyjlSkuqXI9PIY9JC8gGYMhwQ3fTUzvcUODv7CSCV1RsVaVsq5gPr9iS2LVQJJF-18kySbqC4r_zl6Qdo4ir7xw7e0P2M7StS0IvFOfFw/s3973/20220502_113959.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3973" data-original-width="2292" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HGSEjq-li3OqYkQBPXMDaPNc63YPb62Xainb5cRd19EPq-cAKjE-J1c-m8yDJ1hnSXHa2HM2lhW9NP74WFyjlSkuqXI9PIY9JC8gGYMhwQ3fTUzvcUODv7CSCV1RsVaVsq5gPr9iS2LVQJJF-18kySbqC4r_zl6Qdo4ir7xw7e0P2M7StS0IvFOfFw/s320/20220502_113959.jpg" width="185" /></a></div>From 1904 to 1967, the building housed the <a href="https://openplaques.org/plaques/6566">Labour Temple</a>, "a home to the local labour movement, and home to key debates in Canadian labour listory." Given that Jazz apartments is owned by Oxford Properties which is owned by OMERS, there's a nice resonance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other features noted in the heritage designation <a href="https://www.heritagetrust.on.ca/en/oha/details/file?id=3093">report</a>: smooth-faced stonework at ground floor level, roundheaded windows, paired square basement windows. Some decorative metal grillework and window frame detail remains. The second and third floor feature finely detailed brickwork, with areas of raised diaper patterning. Some of the windows have flat stone lintels, others Moorish arches. The fourth floor dormer windows are set into the gambrel roof. The entrance is dignified by the windows above, and the recessed balcony with a single cast iron pillar with an exotic Moorish revival style capital. Projecting bay windows highlight the third floor facade, and a rooftop tower with chimney rises above it all. The facade features are all applied asymmetrically. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly, the eye is distracted from all this worthy detail by a nasty case of efflorescence. Perhaps for her 131st birthday, a facade polishing?</div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-23034918264471987562022-05-17T10:13:00.002-04:002022-05-17T10:13:43.411-04:00Paper Chase<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0DfoHPTNzt_bZVqn_M2S2tVhhBoREk_QGkJw1Dj6G-m8ukLoqPS5Yx4HOZSXw9yguFrZiS3WhtlGoKALmKeML_gfOllheeaYkVvF3Vd5iJNoKaWsqypb4GsPc8HObq3x0GlThR6nT39VFgVmUo6LXFkl6YLFXs4BBFNHw1tag6qMT5DGTax6lCejGng=s3744" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3744" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0DfoHPTNzt_bZVqn_M2S2tVhhBoREk_QGkJw1Dj6G-m8ukLoqPS5Yx4HOZSXw9yguFrZiS3WhtlGoKALmKeML_gfOllheeaYkVvF3Vd5iJNoKaWsqypb4GsPc8HObq3x0GlThR6nT39VFgVmUo6LXFkl6YLFXs4BBFNHw1tag6qMT5DGTax6lCejGng=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Some time ago, I received a most remarkable gift from a friend. It was a small treasure among a number inherited from a dear aunt, chosen with me in mind. How perfectly lovely. It's quite an artifact. It's a sheet of Prince Edward County Heritage Paper. Suitable for wrapping a copy of <i>The Settler's Dream</i> for impressive gifting.<p></p><p>The nameless individual who created these fine renderings is identified onlyby S.A.H. Design; the work is dated 1983. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZWDbNMtbd4fDiG3lIMQrx9haouZoMe0KNQYuDZEUQoCSlNm-hc1_h_LxDvBGOuefuU0KIZvdLbJv8mNWwO3pCwH0m3NDLLfGSlfagVA8DX9pLb8sOlVwy0U6LSByNUXlu2RFWdKKxvqpqCARzv1E6kA-QrgJ2d_5gGipg6An3kQb7fQnpDShBIgIkbw=s3744" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3744" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZWDbNMtbd4fDiG3lIMQrx9haouZoMe0KNQYuDZEUQoCSlNm-hc1_h_LxDvBGOuefuU0KIZvdLbJv8mNWwO3pCwH0m3NDLLfGSlfagVA8DX9pLb8sOlVwy0U6LSByNUXlu2RFWdKKxvqpqCARzv1E6kA-QrgJ2d_5gGipg6An3kQb7fQnpDShBIgIkbw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUFJzozBnmddhk8_sS0vPromcFvke8YPqqNPrJlO8pxVLlKRjRG4Lrfsr0Ov2wM24JuTEkVwHj7lDEYp4j1IoOxzp3eRKfSzXBJRW7QAKsnl-mcBNwNGcoA4dXAMzT59ji9ejmMtlXvE9t3pY6mr1Ol59tu5HlqzdMySH-8GduPcQIv-2XKuXpXq8m3w=s3744" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3744" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUFJzozBnmddhk8_sS0vPromcFvke8YPqqNPrJlO8pxVLlKRjRG4Lrfsr0Ov2wM24JuTEkVwHj7lDEYp4j1IoOxzp3eRKfSzXBJRW7QAKsnl-mcBNwNGcoA4dXAMzT59ji9ejmMtlXvE9t3pY6mr1Ol59tu5HlqzdMySH-8GduPcQIv-2XKuXpXq8m3w=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Now in 1983 I was living in Grand Forks, B.C. and my interest in Ontario heritage architecture was germinating between the covers of my copy of <i>The Settler's Dream</i>, a gift from my mother, on a trip 'back east' <div><br /></div><div>I recall our exit from PEC, beginning yet another drive across our beloved country, the book on my knee, tears streaming down my face as I identified one after another of the homes Cruikshank and Stokes had recorded. Leaving my red brick town - and heritage - behind until our permanent return to Ontario in 1985. </div><div><br /></div><div>On many photo junkets through my home county since then, I have captured so many of these worthy structures, and pored over their beauty and history. This is fun. Like a sticker book. Pair the photo with these wonderful renderings, created to celebrate the rich architectural history of this place. And please, someone, let me know who the talented S.A.H. might be? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2HyvwVtlGF3ElRquwJS2AsDzXNgVCQTy2egcvAWUSHkFxaxpvOQPWpuKpmAKQ3f1Pm9j-RV5VhUXzo5n3Ahl55K6m9R7a8uA1nwLOI-G5wRiRYPBvVLK_ZjbeHnsyI9fanFB1DtUgJ3EIpnYcYUIm2R-hMADLHhSGczU5d_l-0mjxbB8qwpXKa8UPQ/s3264/Eyre's%20tavern%20(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2HyvwVtlGF3ElRquwJS2AsDzXNgVCQTy2egcvAWUSHkFxaxpvOQPWpuKpmAKQ3f1Pm9j-RV5VhUXzo5n3Ahl55K6m9R7a8uA1nwLOI-G5wRiRYPBvVLK_ZjbeHnsyI9fanFB1DtUgJ3EIpnYcYUIm2R-hMADLHhSGczU5d_l-0mjxbB8qwpXKa8UPQ/s320/Eyre's%20tavern%20(3).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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You get the idea.</div><p> </p><div><p></p></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-51336583789524633382022-05-16T18:20:00.001-04:002022-05-16T18:20:45.744-04:00Morituri te Saluant<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIzAWo0Id6Is7cN1-CIbVxmiUu9RzPGJCeOENpg1bAqe6EdtmfMij_PU5ZgOieQLeov3h--sWEnTUdOcM0xXBtSrU1faeeSnzoyIyQ0Xw6kGKUTxf6i0x8yivMMNjAt2p-iMzo_OtwnFm_wwAX6xl-DxXpRkrRTS5aJrMWcdmT1mA0UjAyYoafzP_ZA/s4608/20220502_111731.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIzAWo0Id6Is7cN1-CIbVxmiUu9RzPGJCeOENpg1bAqe6EdtmfMij_PU5ZgOieQLeov3h--sWEnTUdOcM0xXBtSrU1faeeSnzoyIyQ0Xw6kGKUTxf6i0x8yivMMNjAt2p-iMzo_OtwnFm_wwAX6xl-DxXpRkrRTS5aJrMWcdmT1mA0UjAyYoafzP_ZA/s320/20220502_111731.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's taken a bit of time on Streetview and other odd places to track down this neo-Gothic building and its history. Now I can say I know its past. Its future is more in doubt. This is 51 Bond Street, whose life was tied up in this <a href="https://www.toronto.ca/legdocs/mmis/2018/pb/bgrd/backgroundfile-117943.pdf">alteration plan</a> in 2018. So far, no good.<p></p><p>Next I unearthed the 2009 <a href="https://www.heritagetrust.on.ca/en/oha/details/file?id=2451">designation</a> bylaw. It dignifies the boarded-up, windows-smashed dereliction of the place with some great detail. <br /></p><p>This <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@43.654469,-79.377542,56.77h,13.79p,0z,6d6_oK2Cb45Q7qSkZwp5fg">Streetview </a>capture, taken within the past couple of years (note careful pedestrians with face masks) shows the house's position at the corner of Bond and Shuter Streets. Given its location across the street from <a href="https://www.stmichaelscathedral.com/">St. Michael's Cathedral Basilica </a> I at first assumed it belonged to the holdings of the archdiocese.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSHeKgPCJMFl3as4GzGkD0xU5GwIo-82_ioqPBXxn1gRVasF2VuFyaw63XFdY4nrRRe2d30GrT-foJUWzlidoMzVgbvU3Be32TWp3pUd6BKFGbGHYoemivbkctXFzt06DTTvtyZvBFxpqAArLxmHZpvFdg8S-MzLnHN6jNdH9U6PvSzCr_OruJBejPw/s4106/Toronto,%20April%2024-27,%202013%20192.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4106" data-original-width="3123" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSHeKgPCJMFl3as4GzGkD0xU5GwIo-82_ioqPBXxn1gRVasF2VuFyaw63XFdY4nrRRe2d30GrT-foJUWzlidoMzVgbvU3Be32TWp3pUd6BKFGbGHYoemivbkctXFzt06DTTvtyZvBFxpqAArLxmHZpvFdg8S-MzLnHN6jNdH9U6PvSzCr_OruJBejPw/s320/Toronto,%20April%2024-27,%202013%20192.JPG" width="243" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Metropolitan United Church 1872<br /> (rebuilt after a fire in 1929)</span></td></tr></tbody></table>But no. In fact this boarded up structure belongs - or belonged? - to Metropolitan United Church at 56 Queen Street East. It's the 1906 Metropolitan United Church Parsonage.<p></p><p>The late Doug Taylor's astonishing website <a href="https://tayloronhistory.com/2016/09/28/metropolitan-united-church-destroyed-by-fire-1928/">Historic Toronto</a> contains the history of the first Cathedral of Methodism near Toronto's tony (in the day) Jarvis Street residential neighbourhood .</p><p>I am feeling a sense of loss, having just wandered onto Doug's site, to find the notice that he died of cancer in 2020. Yet another significant soul lost that year. Doug's executor has found a home for his work, now housed with <a href="https://tayloronhistory.com/about-doug/">BlogTO</a>. They post his incomparable Toronto history items from time to time. </p><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0_IYQzLYnIaHPJu6kPGMRyTckjZxAXYdsDJqrdGS0_MVSy1jJZExizTJs14agzSBkYnpmKcwxASmIwczKEk-ikjYXGYJkhAxEjZIWYilOIyySUpH-jYB33aQOUAaBx4lO37RIiy5__k7TTHp--ritKfojBd3aLc1kEXX2_iHiQiCj2imefWWq6_hog/s4608/20220502_113544.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0_IYQzLYnIaHPJu6kPGMRyTckjZxAXYdsDJqrdGS0_MVSy1jJZExizTJs14agzSBkYnpmKcwxASmIwczKEk-ikjYXGYJkhAxEjZIWYilOIyySUpH-jYB33aQOUAaBx4lO37RIiy5__k7TTHp--ritKfojBd3aLc1kEXX2_iHiQiCj2imefWWq6_hog/s320/20220502_113544.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">north side</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihN855ClqF9hytw6ep2t0souDdfeHN7B6S3Ll3YpV9GI7x2enhs1KXxEDzxoXPBKNNlwJYBfFLzcywFERw7ro3HuzzCxs3aOatU0-s9xUoIZqu7jP5yLu0s7c7U8J3zC4kIPQyGSwJVBuZsuDwdye7Tvwon00H6UFeab1bNkNKCVArxFRxWfuHdNY8Jw/s4608/20220502_114103.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihN855ClqF9hytw6ep2t0souDdfeHN7B6S3Ll3YpV9GI7x2enhs1KXxEDzxoXPBKNNlwJYBfFLzcywFERw7ro3HuzzCxs3aOatU0-s9xUoIZqu7jP5yLu0s7c7U8J3zC4kIPQyGSwJVBuZsuDwdye7Tvwon00H6UFeab1bNkNKCVArxFRxWfuHdNY8Jw/s320/20220502_114103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Photo from the parking lot across from Jazz Apartments on Church Street. So much 'potential.'</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKcV9l_WFnoEI89Ek6_20UMNoNj-ZnU3WzRW_QkxHVBExCc2X8ImRUMJVGJPwFAQ08L10_hwPfgghVC8kAPRCLx05zlPy4oE336e2que18fW-8Xgkyh7rzDSI78qFHn4fX21S7gvm6crZzPfnNSFenQLH80AZLEz5f-UbMJ5kbgP3vfaUGkOKIbqenw/s4608/20220502_113702.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKcV9l_WFnoEI89Ek6_20UMNoNj-ZnU3WzRW_QkxHVBExCc2X8ImRUMJVGJPwFAQ08L10_hwPfgghVC8kAPRCLx05zlPy4oE336e2que18fW-8Xgkyh7rzDSI78qFHn4fX21S7gvm6crZzPfnNSFenQLH80AZLEz5f-UbMJ5kbgP3vfaUGkOKIbqenw/s320/20220502_113702.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Seen from the southeast corner, towers looming behind its still dignified human-scaled late Medieval detail. Old trees, once in leaf, will dignify the graffiti and posters on the hoarding surrounding it.</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">So, old friend. I salute you. I will look for you when next I visit your town.</span></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-66852426436334861712022-05-16T17:53:00.000-04:002022-05-16T17:53:13.158-04:00Layered Look<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dwVS8Y1f0EnG5kSTB8tbt94j8EE3AHK8UvyVFKzvQDiW3UG4noRh-R_TcesKUhtaZbFBDgOlpVqqa6CJL6yblqQUEXqpsV_6Vu9SV0ctEHj2kg1O68BtYU2QjlecoBKKMM7rOZbGOZtyeesl9xU1mzAf3igjVjhcxlhlRXpV3KOdBu8MnjNH-u_nPg/s4608/20220501_201806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dwVS8Y1f0EnG5kSTB8tbt94j8EE3AHK8UvyVFKzvQDiW3UG4noRh-R_TcesKUhtaZbFBDgOlpVqqa6CJL6yblqQUEXqpsV_6Vu9SV0ctEHj2kg1O68BtYU2QjlecoBKKMM7rOZbGOZtyeesl9xU1mzAf3igjVjhcxlhlRXpV3KOdBu8MnjNH-u_nPg/s320/20220501_201806.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p> An offering of views that caught my eye - captured, but not ennobled, by a 5 year old Android phone on a mostly dull (weather, that is) Toronto weekend.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaf491wPobbbAsJeYcjckkH6RbtL0qOwkWlVuLm4Fe6O4woiHEPAXFBqEQVw_gPCRDztSqVv4uhWKz3RQGTUF2K_z0YrSFbPPqRShT3XNgfiOiwBXEA9hzLNnc90dy_-8VNelUGvNndNJM4Xe66C8pDcyv-IIeLibXtdXfQ86bds-rzlJPk-dtoByycA/s4608/20220502_121013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaf491wPobbbAsJeYcjckkH6RbtL0qOwkWlVuLm4Fe6O4woiHEPAXFBqEQVw_gPCRDztSqVv4uhWKz3RQGTUF2K_z0YrSFbPPqRShT3XNgfiOiwBXEA9hzLNnc90dy_-8VNelUGvNndNJM4Xe66C8pDcyv-IIeLibXtdXfQ86bds-rzlJPk-dtoByycA/s320/20220502_121013.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvw0WAy4UErmj6PHuTw5jrhliEnsACmy_OOHWPpRlvbO00TuY3LL7FcGoxxBW5pKgdzdGj6R6wiVVoXu7W6Fnw564QJ1wfU2hZc-XH-k1B_M081bakHWCnZ8s32Fs7W9UF31btDyxdjLGvFAlZXHYCVyqZXZRcORiqm0vaSEm3Np7OfzQ6oGI1Clcg/s4608/20220501_202129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvw0WAy4UErmj6PHuTw5jrhliEnsACmy_OOHWPpRlvbO00TuY3LL7FcGoxxBW5pKgdzdGj6R6wiVVoXu7W6Fnw564QJ1wfU2hZc-XH-k1B_M081bakHWCnZ8s32Fs7W9UF31btDyxdjLGvFAlZXHYCVyqZXZRcORiqm0vaSEm3Np7OfzQ6oGI1Clcg/s320/20220501_202129.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mJcQ_A8UGQi8hdWGLLLSZ6ysGO3R2UANED-Z6p12Vsjm9wG-vlig9sUJPq_7kZuFGkyQxrlMwPh-dE2ds38vXGL9_IhTTnYd4eGb55bCk2SKdShaBvjjORTAWW26fvjjBKDsQZGhU9veQfWkmQULPhrncTfrwboi2EiGq_l2q5GV9fB6RAnINwbEOQ/s4608/20220502_114103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="2147" data-original-width="4608" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mJcQ_A8UGQi8hdWGLLLSZ6ysGO3R2UANED-Z6p12Vsjm9wG-vlig9sUJPq_7kZuFGkyQxrlMwPh-dE2ds38vXGL9_IhTTnYd4eGb55bCk2SKdShaBvjjORTAWW26fvjjBKDsQZGhU9veQfWkmQULPhrncTfrwboi2EiGq_l2q5GV9fB6RAnINwbEOQ/s320/20220502_114103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I've written before about the visual treat that a large city is for me - easy when my vantage point is a quiet spot, my schedule contains only peaceful enjoyments. The mix of styles, materials, ages of buildings creates a rich texture, a tapestry, which I love. I didn't bother to caption these - if you know Toronto even as well as I, you will recognize these buildings and perhaps take a moment to enjoy the patchwork with me.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdG0bYo1sLxA20Y2GDxQHB2YGUEXRKMzojWoe6iNzBPBWCBI68oX9Svc6UcuJJF8eMo4TRl9tJPYYUXtK0bQQNN0-rnB4-NOT_65MARwYfxukstU8Bd5HP0G6LUXFb12qdXr5wtiR8PAEHt3HL3peQWr2YEIC6DsU18bxqab-n_gYZtW5ljoSMZP47Eg/s4462/20220502_124847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2359" data-original-width="4462" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdG0bYo1sLxA20Y2GDxQHB2YGUEXRKMzojWoe6iNzBPBWCBI68oX9Svc6UcuJJF8eMo4TRl9tJPYYUXtK0bQQNN0-rnB4-NOT_65MARwYfxukstU8Bd5HP0G6LUXFb12qdXr5wtiR8PAEHt3HL3peQWr2YEIC6DsU18bxqab-n_gYZtW5ljoSMZP47Eg/s320/20220502_124847.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgchI3CVYpub6xr-ZG43qZuzszFy_0IjIC3j4lqRT4cEHPvsu-13l9NYmG9E2x_u0H9bBpUPSsbqfHSX3QhAeOG6urZBsI-Wdg2NiiZJE9OJOqfNpqLH6BvgqFmnYP1H_lEF6oI617C26T8uwJ2RmeflUjufdw_DCZyqe5NgzHL6oBk0bQyUh_iabGFg/s4014/20220502_114409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="4014" data-original-width="2592" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgchI3CVYpub6xr-ZG43qZuzszFy_0IjIC3j4lqRT4cEHPvsu-13l9NYmG9E2x_u0H9bBpUPSsbqfHSX3QhAeOG6urZBsI-Wdg2NiiZJE9OJOqfNpqLH6BvgqFmnYP1H_lEF6oI617C26T8uwJ2RmeflUjufdw_DCZyqe5NgzHL6oBk0bQyUh_iabGFg/s320/20220502_114409.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaG2nDrfBi_uJLe9rNNpqvUoyThjnDB4upo6VDFo69AMXVsfvig39-v4bu74P0tRf0tiqsob56Q_f0WKSdUhLlNYMA6gS3v5mQO3UeviBU83s4bu5TsLQV3ENDMYpQ9sGWdk43MMgu9zORDkKXoSsFn_B9ZkZmfTWWCI5F05fBDDO35DCcHeRxM9lug/s4608/20220430_141114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaG2nDrfBi_uJLe9rNNpqvUoyThjnDB4upo6VDFo69AMXVsfvig39-v4bu74P0tRf0tiqsob56Q_f0WKSdUhLlNYMA6gS3v5mQO3UeviBU83s4bu5TsLQV3ENDMYpQ9sGWdk43MMgu9zORDkKXoSsFn_B9ZkZmfTWWCI5F05fBDDO35DCcHeRxM9lug/s320/20220430_141114.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWwyeO1LAoeExFD27sB4Vp7VxAy4aviiAlnLedr8AUzUat62xg5XqCkCoIhZ5oXyNPvVRL0i9L6cG5-XIzXcqg7u-kU5rHYT-3hfBuAzgTzRaPGrtg_-NvFnytW9ZbkL4bdRzDkIPviYJ3xzK3hV5d28_lq9tq31rR3Uc2TmH7ci7MVEdOPE2hcyeHg/s2335/flatiron%20adjusted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2335" data-original-width="2118" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWwyeO1LAoeExFD27sB4Vp7VxAy4aviiAlnLedr8AUzUat62xg5XqCkCoIhZ5oXyNPvVRL0i9L6cG5-XIzXcqg7u-kU5rHYT-3hfBuAzgTzRaPGrtg_-NvFnytW9ZbkL4bdRzDkIPviYJ3xzK3hV5d28_lq9tq31rR3Uc2TmH7ci7MVEdOPE2hcyeHg/s320/flatiron%20adjusted.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This view of the instantly recognizable 1891 Gooderham Building ( <a href="https://www.historicplaces.ca/en/rep-reg/place-lieu.aspx?id=8311">histor</a>y ) was taken from an Old Town walkabout in 2017, in the fullness of spring. Like the St. Lawrence Market it keeps its head above water in the maelstrom of a burgeoning modern city in the original 10 blocks of historic York, here in <a href="https://oldtowntoronto.ca/about/" style="text-align: center;">Old Town Toronto</a>.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-53803635658208210132022-05-16T13:04:00.004-04:002022-05-16T13:06:58.652-04:00Sanctuary<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjyWxXwjeCj9obyAPGH1vTTdXNkeMcAbxwEJvORpi61Ce_3VvflJ_G2lvc7PcjdrFQX6c7EtABO7JAe6595Z5wsh5QGpI1vW534MGIeUs73MyOV_wphFDDtvWW48iktmaZPiW4C2SZCBxjh-l-vwrQgd8U4lLXdq-gVR2UbFQGonsmtAtt41YqfRaFg/s4608/20220502_110635.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjyWxXwjeCj9obyAPGH1vTTdXNkeMcAbxwEJvORpi61Ce_3VvflJ_G2lvc7PcjdrFQX6c7EtABO7JAe6595Z5wsh5QGpI1vW534MGIeUs73MyOV_wphFDDtvWW48iktmaZPiW4C2SZCBxjh-l-vwrQgd8U4lLXdq-gVR2UbFQGonsmtAtt41YqfRaFg/s320/20220502_110635.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div>As anticipated, my first visit to Toronto since the death of my dearest travelling companion, and two years in hiding during the tempest of Covid, was an emotional journey. But a great one, doing what I love most in this great city - walking. (Well there was that afternoon at the AGO, and La Traviata at the light-filled Four Seasons Centre.) From my delightful bolthole at the friendly and efficient Hilton DoubleTree, 'my' Toronto was at my feet. The opera? A short ten minute walk off-street - and that's counting reading ubiqitous plaques. <p></p><p>The texture of Toronto - walls of towers oppressive yet appealing, their variety of design and material creating a rich tapestry which never fails to delight me. And occasionally, leaved between all that glass and masonry, there will be something on a smaller scale, of earthier materials, quieter somehow, emitting a different energy, surely an invitation to time travel. Something from 1850, say, or thereabouts. Seeing the city before its many trees burst into leaf, bleak on this grey day, focussed attention on these little islands in all the city haste, and wonderfully, revealed secret places usually hidden in treetops.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVF3tF4kFKyYd5v1bDiPajgQBEKr-So4jq9EIzB6hD3ZYb5iLjkPaRQ0KCFP0KZdGlNjjbYOiiTRpy0bMGZxKOemp_xLalcjkOs8ElOL2RJUeJJZUmdMVrsD4xzMFcLbMB98GrUoL0sDYctySs3Flj-KmiAOLxd3rV80_EKwFLhLy2KTUPq5I28VUgg/s4608/20220502_110016.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="2592" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVF3tF4kFKyYd5v1bDiPajgQBEKr-So4jq9EIzB6hD3ZYb5iLjkPaRQ0KCFP0KZdGlNjjbYOiiTRpy0bMGZxKOemp_xLalcjkOs8ElOL2RJUeJJZUmdMVrsD4xzMFcLbMB98GrUoL0sDYctySs3Flj-KmiAOLxd3rV80_EKwFLhLy2KTUPq5I28VUgg/s320/20220502_110016.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>This day, this walk, enabled me a new view of a favourite place. I found it in another life, fleeing the overload of yet another download of new stuff from the Ministry in the overwrought Mowat Block on Bay Street, then escaping the intensity of a fast-walk along Bay Street. Trinity Square. <div><br /></div><div>Since then, I have been drawn many times to this square. It's a portal to another age, evoking the power of the ancient labyrinth. It makes an homage to past building and natural history - Taddle, one of Toronto's buried creeks, arches recalling an early Eaton's structure. I found a 1908 photo of men hand-digging the foundation for the Eaton's warehouse, hard by the side of the church.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many photos exist of a later incursion, when the entire church complex of three early buildings was saved from extinction during the ambitious 1977 insertion of the Eaton's Centre, built around and not <i>over</i> the square, thanks to passionate opposition by heritage groups.<br /><p>Despite all this city, and history, peace of a sort reigns here. This 1847 church, built on what was once farm fields and swampland has been a radical church from the beginning. The church appears to have been endowed by an Englishwoman who was shocked at the inequity of pew rentals - costs which prohibited those without means, access to church services. Ironically, the church continues its ministry to the inner city poor, cheek by jowl with that icon of posh shopping, the Eaton Centre. I keep getting the image of the poor huddled outside the castle, the moneychangers in the temple.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvv89pyqD_Jls39GvGHZansL9WpXccWLXaCi-Wj8T3x2-miifVptR17Yt4RYe74lcrvI426iD6g79HNnDc5Ec7ZCejqfCtl4k6_didb42TU-PKqyq0PAmhtTE2wa35OMgdtJtORDkjfRpDmJfcRazZjBvE1LtdsVdonTzBovHNTzIXbEHWhVXd9uoWQ/s4608/20220502_110129.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvv89pyqD_Jls39GvGHZansL9WpXccWLXaCi-Wj8T3x2-miifVptR17Yt4RYe74lcrvI426iD6g79HNnDc5Ec7ZCejqfCtl4k6_didb42TU-PKqyq0PAmhtTE2wa35OMgdtJtORDkjfRpDmJfcRazZjBvE1LtdsVdonTzBovHNTzIXbEHWhVXd9uoWQ/s320/20220502_110129.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">marble mosaic, broken in rage that the homeless die<br />amidst all this wealth</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Holy Trinity's <a href="https://holytrinity.to/justice-work/">social justice</a> mission is expressed more eloquently than I can do on their home page.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9RpL_6pgqTe0lHPwXPuwYFT4ZhpxmqF7R5C5PdhsR0WjzCFzQ1FHitvE2BKVkGFb6-M-VOdiOfFnUVSXVrqnXL9gkWigvh0L2XdOaTEtmJak8qQaNwn9BrMhUhp8MAP_fcYF1wU--khQtal-JjV136AUkrhcXG_ljFoqazfpkvBOO2iSxL-Fm23pdQ/s4608/20220502_110211.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="2592" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9RpL_6pgqTe0lHPwXPuwYFT4ZhpxmqF7R5C5PdhsR0WjzCFzQ1FHitvE2BKVkGFb6-M-VOdiOfFnUVSXVrqnXL9gkWigvh0L2XdOaTEtmJak8qQaNwn9BrMhUhp8MAP_fcYF1wU--khQtal-JjV136AUkrhcXG_ljFoqazfpkvBOO2iSxL-Fm23pdQ/s320/20220502_110211.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Here are two comprehensive accounts of the rich history of Holy Trinity - the incomparable <a href="https://tayloronhistory.com/2018/02/02/church-of-the-holy-trinity-toronto-history/">Taylor on History</a>, and that of <a href="https://www.blogto.com/city/2021/06/surprisingly-radical-history-church-built-toronto-eaton-centre-around/">Blog TO</a>, which has taken over the archive of Doug Taylor's lifetime of work, and publishes his accounts from time to time. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-20755365511774731922021-11-21T16:45:00.002-05:002021-11-21T16:45:40.559-05:00Fair Day on Faraday<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9K1QWQHjMyxpixUEw9O0OpHnSNTyPQ9sMZh1w07p_Fb5Ah6EbPC_DjVRzgB8D3haqVWrnFUc1f5o4Mxn3wlzNCvqTNlFPfNcj02QirlyYDm8pvSKKNVNRD26HKre-x1uH9-YrlOL6_tvj/s2048/Monck+Road+%25284%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9K1QWQHjMyxpixUEw9O0OpHnSNTyPQ9sMZh1w07p_Fb5Ah6EbPC_DjVRzgB8D3haqVWrnFUc1f5o4Mxn3wlzNCvqTNlFPfNcj02QirlyYDm8pvSKKNVNRD26HKre-x1uH9-YrlOL6_tvj/s320/Monck+Road+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monck Road</td></tr></tbody></table>I'm forever on about the stories old houses can tell. This past fall, based in a comfortable rental on Baptiste Lake north of Bancroft, I was reminded once again that old <i>roads</i> also have the power to take us back in time. No matter how widened and well-surfaced they are - true of most of the back-roads I explored, although the blind hills and corners cancel out any feelings of security - the impenetrable forest bordering them recalls the experience of new European arrivals determined to make a stand, and a better life for their descendants.<p></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuAmIHjUhJdXFI_TJPINtkXipGx881uwzcHpOC1lr8z3xV3PgDTLZONEFvKGDSXEL_zv0l-M920l7MLGIh6SEWX7s3UtmOUT4eRrXqp0s7CcdC19MplHR8mkwdLizQQ_s-Ob7f8vd1rSK/s2048/Kelly+and+Chris+Grant+Airbnb+%252833%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuAmIHjUhJdXFI_TJPINtkXipGx881uwzcHpOC1lr8z3xV3PgDTLZONEFvKGDSXEL_zv0l-M920l7MLGIh6SEWX7s3UtmOUT4eRrXqp0s7CcdC19MplHR8mkwdLizQQ_s-Ob7f8vd1rSK/s320/Kelly+and+Chris+Grant+Airbnb+%252833%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baptiste Lake </td></tr></tbody></table> I have written about the area on several occasions. <div> Should you be in any way interested, you might search the blog for Old Hastings Road. Here's a <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2016/11/old-road-trip.html">starting point</a>.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xPuxQ1Eu8ziNg1UCM7q1dXnED5pqsbForsKiDkueTbmLZlIZVqwrFcB2D_MGnd0QQDZ_nL4h0z_7gvI1_WsCeElPVb_rp9NKVIuxlueoygQA4n1xk_1r8VJIq9XYLpfMKmJv3p90wWTf/s2048/Kelly+and+Chris+Grant+Airbnb+%252835%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xPuxQ1Eu8ziNg1UCM7q1dXnED5pqsbForsKiDkueTbmLZlIZVqwrFcB2D_MGnd0QQDZ_nL4h0z_7gvI1_WsCeElPVb_rp9NKVIuxlueoygQA4n1xk_1r8VJIq9XYLpfMKmJv3p90wWTf/s320/Kelly+and+Chris+Grant+Airbnb+%252835%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The week in the Hastings Highlands included daily back-roads drives and regular hikes. I finally visited all the communities on all the roads we'd had to postpone visiting, on our regular commutes between Belleville and North Bay, prior to our own settling here on the Front years ago. Evocative names, and roads, and heaps of history. Today rural hideaways and cottages of all sizes replace the settlers' hand-hewn homes and hopeful barns of the mid-1800s.</div><div><p>What links all these roads and experiences and the history of the area together for me is an exceptional book. I've read <i>Your Loving Anna, </i>by Anna Leveridge half dozen times, and given away copies. Should you want to spend several hours in the shoes (and hopeful heart) of English settlers transplanted into the bush near Coe Hill in the early 1880s, this is the book for you. The book consists mostly of letters written by Anna Leveridge from her shack in the forest, to her mother at home in England. Despite the struggles and privations of her life, it is a hopeful and joyful read. Can you say, character?</p><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUm8iqCGIkTSyIkvo17dE118EdVJ8AaOE6IXEMO3pWAmMKs0CnfurBWtuLnwkrAMc0L6pu3nLPtEG-H1d9meIM4ou3RkQ8SI2jL7Q2vUf1w6Jx3JOzj71rp9YlAvy9CLHI9v4IcXLfO38/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252813%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUm8iqCGIkTSyIkvo17dE118EdVJ8AaOE6IXEMO3pWAmMKs0CnfurBWtuLnwkrAMc0L6pu3nLPtEG-H1d9meIM4ou3RkQ8SI2jL7Q2vUf1w6Jx3JOzj71rp9YlAvy9CLHI9v4IcXLfO38/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252813%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lower Faraday School<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">On my final day, my return trip to the city (one might think I was delaying the inevitable, and one might be correct) I travelled several northern settlement history rabbit-holes - Lower Faraday Road, the Ridge Road, and the Old Hastings Road (the section between McGeachie Lake Road and Ormsby (where I stopped for a chat with Lillian at the Old Hastings Mercantile... and a bit of restorative retail therapy.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Incidentally, I met Lillian years ago while I was writing for </span><i style="text-align: left;">Country Roads</i><span style="text-align: left;"> magazine; editor Nancy Hopkins had asked me for an article on General Stores. The issue came out in 2012 Sadly, Nancy died earlier this year, and the magazine is no longer. A sad loss, both of a great magazine and of a much-loved champion of Hastings County.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNql3wm0tfjHHYi_FyuwrBr_hh64eSK7u2UYbia8cryXABvM0aeyxsd4XmRS34DNFON_G87A1XDqsmXwNyOX-wT_OsJHO6lYVkpT8oKfSMzXmXL4jOD_5_XzAPC82qoRRbhCROJtCoVyK8/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252814%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNql3wm0tfjHHYi_FyuwrBr_hh64eSK7u2UYbia8cryXABvM0aeyxsd4XmRS34DNFON_G87A1XDqsmXwNyOX-wT_OsJHO6lYVkpT8oKfSMzXmXL4jOD_5_XzAPC82qoRRbhCROJtCoVyK8/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252814%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwUvGEkEv5sw_9xhu7RqLqCKgoVdilQT6ZtNY7WUMfNk9wvqLejFzQ5PLac_1L3kXmKwbpwnA3ExZZWpnb0a5ZUOJSUqPIi5xqP2vXA-OpGmzAlf4UH2Ku75N5n0P7nCqjUtF9iOo2bya/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252815%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwUvGEkEv5sw_9xhu7RqLqCKgoVdilQT6ZtNY7WUMfNk9wvqLejFzQ5PLac_1L3kXmKwbpwnA3ExZZWpnb0a5ZUOJSUqPIi5xqP2vXA-OpGmzAlf4UH2Ku75N5n0P7nCqjUtF9iOo2bya/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252815%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lower Faraday Road, deep forest</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrbaAXLj3v19t4Rt9iFnpC-UTNxf4nQAqD2GlAp59YOzgNicm52TybWSCf_Ke0nzDrbvsjlAqNKtprdo2d1ouyiEj-EiEkEPAqQvkdSuqj9j5GVuvIgIGOl9f9QOopZNgwMAgciYL0Ohi/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%25282%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="2048" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrbaAXLj3v19t4Rt9iFnpC-UTNxf4nQAqD2GlAp59YOzgNicm52TybWSCf_Ke0nzDrbvsjlAqNKtprdo2d1ouyiEj-EiEkEPAqQvkdSuqj9j5GVuvIgIGOl9f9QOopZNgwMAgciYL0Ohi/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lower Faraday Methodist Church</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrbaAXLj3v19t4Rt9iFnpC-UTNxf4nQAqD2GlAp59YOzgNicm52TybWSCf_Ke0nzDrbvsjlAqNKtprdo2d1ouyiEj-EiEkEPAqQvkdSuqj9j5GVuvIgIGOl9f9QOopZNgwMAgciYL0Ohi/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%25282%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div>On the road again, I came upon the Lower Faraday School. At some optimistic time in the more recent past it was converted to community use, but is again abandoned. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the intersection of White Church Road and Lower Faraday, I came upon this humble white frame church. I read somewhere that it had been used as a community library in more recent time. Imagine the hopes and efforts of the fledgling community, building this simple structure to house their deep faith in God and the future.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AilKUVtxbyZiV5CnU0uVNweJObb65UvYaqngr_jasx_QEVg3GjHeEYGllNMaoTfZbufYCUWGlS_0YT0_K1qWeQvec9FpftAbUoRuBkxtBEqKaIRLFAP0AvLH7hmpqhaGrsYsx2U2Po0y/s2048/The+Gut+%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AilKUVtxbyZiV5CnU0uVNweJObb65UvYaqngr_jasx_QEVg3GjHeEYGllNMaoTfZbufYCUWGlS_0YT0_K1qWeQvec9FpftAbUoRuBkxtBEqKaIRLFAP0AvLH7hmpqhaGrsYsx2U2Po0y/s320/The+Gut+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">now would you call this historic beauty The Gut?</td></tr></tbody></table>Towards the end of my drive I travelled <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.803133,-77.786647,14z,0t">The Ridge</a>, a surprising little area of prosperous farms and an active church, south of Coe Hill. I'd like to show you the route I took, but the intrepid Streetview camera people decided not to take <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.852566,-77.870871,252.49h,-2.22p,1z,sxlFOL8DvcKOgfsET7B_hw">this road</a>, which, incidentally got me to The Gut, a much more scenic spot than the name would suggest, and onward by a bit of crossroads sleuthing, to The Ridge and beyond. <div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLPe01vjWmaG7q_jYzKIyY7KHtQE5ZHSnVL-xNW9yNvGMov-NIZFaDYvmSdkSBpKyGUNgBFFjzj32CpObzeJBMevsGGMCyefnSdHBut3CwIEIp7fl0ihL-AK_7p9vVn4uK3zqXdRyUt6_/s2048/McGeachie+Conservation+Area+-+with+Dave+Golem%252C+Oct.+17%252C+2012+053.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLPe01vjWmaG7q_jYzKIyY7KHtQE5ZHSnVL-xNW9yNvGMov-NIZFaDYvmSdkSBpKyGUNgBFFjzj32CpObzeJBMevsGGMCyefnSdHBut3CwIEIp7fl0ihL-AK_7p9vVn4uK3zqXdRyUt6_/s320/McGeachie+Conservation+Area+-+with+Dave+Golem%252C+Oct.+17%252C+2012+053.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>I love just motoring on, uninterrupted by map consultations, until I discover for myself how roads connect and assemble my own mental map - ah, this is a familiar place just off Highway 62! So, since I'd come upon them, I walked the trails at the McGeatchie Conservation area on Steenburg Lake. I first visited in 2012 with Dave Golem, local councillor and McGeatchie CA enthusiast, on another assignment for <i>Country Roads.</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWfqJQKWz7ehdh5gigHgKv3vi79lwPsybrO7zrzzKtyIDl2xzHkZWq7xGYnIlF79UsM-Sm285gPWZ3gN3L80WEb664XGll6CySLPnmCxuhzA83Y9K83npB8j-Lx7OjLCHLSJkSua-uJlJ/s2048/McGeachie+Conservation+Area+-+with+Dave+Golem%252C+Oct.+17%252C+2012+011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWfqJQKWz7ehdh5gigHgKv3vi79lwPsybrO7zrzzKtyIDl2xzHkZWq7xGYnIlF79UsM-Sm285gPWZ3gN3L80WEb664XGll6CySLPnmCxuhzA83Y9K83npB8j-Lx7OjLCHLSJkSua-uJlJ/s320/McGeachie+Conservation+Area+-+with+Dave+Golem%252C+Oct.+17%252C+2012+011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBEaWisk2xX4KfJ2VbHXJbWL-8rWC8k8SAYciNHTDK-r40tg4uWHY0eF5rf68RGAnKrLyzl0b480NQp7DaViifS8RpG_7vffS4tA8o1bsroplEb4E3cpN5AUYKTmo824x50tIksH_kDrX/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252816%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBEaWisk2xX4KfJ2VbHXJbWL-8rWC8k8SAYciNHTDK-r40tg4uWHY0eF5rf68RGAnKrLyzl0b480NQp7DaViifS8RpG_7vffS4tA8o1bsroplEb4E3cpN5AUYKTmo824x50tIksH_kDrX/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252816%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And all dreams end in cemeteries. The Lower Faraday pioneer cemetery dated 1893, was restored by St. Michael's Anglican church of Coe Hill and others, and rededicated in 1980.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx6ex9V87aVdomCjApPgr825Gv59J-nsvZFDO8uazZWGdhtlhc3CxEwGX8QrdaLJe1gRb12nBdkasaKzp7TnIVs9y4It2DXb8idf-bsim6pxixAk97MG7Xw2Nkg2qx6GVpHqYgxhMkqW0/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252817%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx6ex9V87aVdomCjApPgr825Gv59J-nsvZFDO8uazZWGdhtlhc3CxEwGX8QrdaLJe1gRb12nBdkasaKzp7TnIVs9y4It2DXb8idf-bsim6pxixAk97MG7Xw2Nkg2qx6GVpHqYgxhMkqW0/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252817%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZL9b0Ktkrt__N8z2sHaEpmQh1vtisGRG8AxGU_5gmGbgvPxhBFW6YKuDwZT0cpBVCMA1BfUr4Fl75PspYLVKYJjfNVtAdi1BSeWCS1IKsBZS96upUMv5VpYf3zcDKWns54Wsxmg0VDMz/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252819%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZL9b0Ktkrt__N8z2sHaEpmQh1vtisGRG8AxGU_5gmGbgvPxhBFW6YKuDwZT0cpBVCMA1BfUr4Fl75PspYLVKYJjfNVtAdi1BSeWCS1IKsBZS96upUMv5VpYf3zcDKWns54Wsxmg0VDMz/s320/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252819%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I fear that these road memories may be out of chronological north to south order. But should you wish to retrace my route, I can recommend another fine book, which I learned about on this trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before I left on my Baptiste Lake sojourn, I contacted area poet Kathy Figueroa, whom I met in my Al Purdy A-frame Association volunteer days; Kathy read at the first <a href="http://purdysearch.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-heart-warming-moment-for-literature.html">Purdy Picnic</a> back in 2014.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeeK441eceUAclUJSzPG9rn-VnMfnqMQSRq73ZA8bIT7xBn0nLkG67CqP5xxvY0xrRAIrXd-EVbbnAcSSOxq1pibZZzorvvhBr28_NkGi2nap7QHJBmLyyxjdpBD09cK8j1oMoTpz27L95/s2048/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252822%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeeK441eceUAclUJSzPG9rn-VnMfnqMQSRq73ZA8bIT7xBn0nLkG67CqP5xxvY0xrRAIrXd-EVbbnAcSSOxq1pibZZzorvvhBr28_NkGi2nap7QHJBmLyyxjdpBD09cK8j1oMoTpz27L95/w320-h180/Lower+Faraday+Road+%252822%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div> I suspected she might know if there were a book about the area, a sort of back roads driving tour resource. And Kathy did. She recommended <i>Touring the Past</i> by Bob Lyons. Published by KirbyBooks, a fine local publisher of area history, and written by a well-known <i>Bancroft Times</i> columnist and author with an eye for history, the book made for delightful reading, and proved a great guiidbook. I recommend it! I picked up my copy at Bancroft's deservedly famous<a href="http://ashlies.ca/"> Ashlie's Books</a>.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>So, now you have all you need for your trek to the near North. Since Baptiste Lake has already called a time or two, we may run into each other (ahem) on one of the back roads of North Hastings County next summer.</div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-57011985635586940152021-11-21T14:20:00.000-05:002021-11-21T14:20:05.032-05:00Land o' Goshen<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuH-ltVnaVa4N8LaQLAegwM3QchRqAjINoWQK608ZvUwTZXQq4uH5-6aOoqdE1uU2a5t7pBokZoYIuKkpNcv8R_nhhcrcRmHu9kGudzdrMOYwCuMwHaM196AnqES466zPspLmUEnSLWqr/s2048/Mission+%25289%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1726" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuH-ltVnaVa4N8LaQLAegwM3QchRqAjINoWQK608ZvUwTZXQq4uH5-6aOoqdE1uU2a5t7pBokZoYIuKkpNcv8R_nhhcrcRmHu9kGudzdrMOYwCuMwHaM196AnqES466zPspLmUEnSLWqr/s320/Mission+%25289%2529.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1905 Goshen Evangelical Lutheran Church</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;"> "Land o' Goshen!" Look it up. An old-fashioned expression, a "mild exclamation of surprise, alarm, dismay, annoyance or exasperation." The kind of thing you'd expect to hear Mayberry's Aunt Bea say. It derives somehow from the biblican Land of Goshen, the region in Egypt inhabited by the Israelites until the Exodus. And Goshen is the original name of this church in a fascinating "lost village" in the Abbotsford area of B.C. </p><p style="text-align: left;">So says <a href="https://onthisspot.ca/cities/abbotsford/matsqui">On this Spot</a>, a wonderfully researched site devoted to this tiny old village, since absorbed by sprawling Abbotsford. The village of Matsqui.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Layers on layers of B.C. history pass unnoticed, as one drives the flat river bottom land en route to other pleasures. Like the charming and historic - and restored - village of <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2019/04/an-appetite-for-history.html">Clayburn</a> with which friends Meg and Tom delighted us on our visit to them and their province, nearly five years ago. How can it be? </p><p style="text-align: left;">This post was a draft in my new series from early this year, when the Covid travel famine forced me to mine for virtual road trip material in journeys from another time, with my travelling companion who made his own last voyage not long before. So. This makes me happy. And sad. To remember his infinite patience with photo junkets filled with "oh, can we drive down there!" "Oh, will you follow me in the car?...I just want to walk through that lane..." Whatever will I do without my getaway car driver?</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4kBVGZLi4t4KlRjEfoDgiSBIrkum9-c5gTSWyOqbbXLCuQCQaLWJ-b9B5XVQGEva_ie8ftxtQrMHQUomCcBETnFDVogbqbxLGl-I8IbKP4-7k6Q-d8YN642XkxSmseTlZ20P7GxBu-IK/s2048/Fraser+River+dyke+%252810%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4kBVGZLi4t4KlRjEfoDgiSBIrkum9-c5gTSWyOqbbXLCuQCQaLWJ-b9B5XVQGEva_ie8ftxtQrMHQUomCcBETnFDVogbqbxLGl-I8IbKP4-7k6Q-d8YN642XkxSmseTlZ20P7GxBu-IK/w200-h150/Fraser+River+dyke+%252810%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the mighty Fraser</td></tr></tbody></table>The visit with Tom and Meg was special in so many ways - and notable for walks. Walks along the dyke holding back the mighty Fraser, visits to a Chilliwack heronry. Walks along a mossy ferny cedar-scented neighbourhood stream. Walks among towering azaleas at a hillside monastery.<p style="text-align: left;">Stay with me, as I remember how to write again.</p><p>This is a post about a place people drive through daily without noticing, a place of spreading subdivisions and shrinking village presence. The village of Matsqui has been absorbed in the municipal sense by the sprawling city of Abbotsford - absorbed and disappeared.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp8JVWdBJThsmv2EmsIb0PjVEzXCW_NtYBXQvxUkOwn1rDIySdscxYbc5iNXPuzWEhzz69JSppTE167cN8i1_hjuwWFoWNVvdPo-ToAbmfH-_IdUoWt5nRGz0Jkb0iFpxpj81iDe8Npjn/s2048/Mission+%25284%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1494" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp8JVWdBJThsmv2EmsIb0PjVEzXCW_NtYBXQvxUkOwn1rDIySdscxYbc5iNXPuzWEhzz69JSppTE167cN8i1_hjuwWFoWNVvdPo-ToAbmfH-_IdUoWt5nRGz0Jkb0iFpxpj81iDe8Npjn/s320/Mission+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1914 Matsqui Hotel</td></tr></tbody></table>It's difficult to get a feel for life in today's Matsqui, much less the thriving little community of 120 years ago. A walk through town helps. A visit to a great website with then and now photos and good commentary aids and abets. Matsqui seemed a familiar name from my Vancouver days, but U couldn't place it until a bit of searching revealed Matsqui....ah, that Matsqui. The one with the Federal medium-security prison; I once drove a neighbour there to visit her husband, in another life.<br /><p></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9Ykpa_hmQ_aQpgL5Hq3tcBHOriqDtdeQgQYV48lWuO9726li7EbAbiDF2gd_FKc9SCdPk_omX0CkN97Okx4rXPtkQGuvYqxaRhdxhcJAm0IgOff05WuypklJdsFLK81Lks1X0lMlshvx/s2048/Mission+%252810%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9Ykpa_hmQ_aQpgL5Hq3tcBHOriqDtdeQgQYV48lWuO9726li7EbAbiDF2gd_FKc9SCdPk_omX0CkN97Okx4rXPtkQGuvYqxaRhdxhcJAm0IgOff05WuypklJdsFLK81Lks1X0lMlshvx/s320/Mission+%252810%2529.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">once the commercial centre of town</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then, as until recently, I had no knowledge of the traditional keepers of this area. The Sto:lo people who lived lightly on the land and river in the valley were forced out by European settlers in the mid-1800s, in that way we colonizers had. Their ancestral lake and wetland territory with its abundant cedar and salmon economy was drained for agriculture, and their free and proud life disappeared. In a tragic irony, Sumas Lake is now reclaiming the territory this month. Important to read the entire story at the website I have provided links to; it's not pretty but one we must learn.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgp6w9SQso9DKYtJICG8OBR6UPjYNXr7aRI-FjqN7O4GUwXm3ivff0g41v245Cvk-sYaEev8QuT7-hFHRwAoPfvsMj7nw7osmYw3tcZWboVZJNC7TOBvU9K4QUj8aGPepYNxN2SP64MR4/s2048/Mission+%25287%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgp6w9SQso9DKYtJICG8OBR6UPjYNXr7aRI-FjqN7O4GUwXm3ivff0g41v245Cvk-sYaEev8QuT7-hFHRwAoPfvsMj7nw7osmYw3tcZWboVZJNC7TOBvU9K4QUj8aGPepYNxN2SP64MR4/s320/Mission+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>The Norwegians played a role in the colonization of the area. The <a href="https://onthisspot.ca/cities/abbotsford/matsqui">On This Spot</a> site tells their story in detail. But for an abridged version: it's the same story of hope and struggle told by immigrants everywhere. Hundreds of thousands of Scandanavians caught 'Canada fever' in the 1890s to 1900. They left their harsh lot at home and started over again in the Canadian west. Their roots took hold in the fertile Fraser Valley, and many of their descendants live there still.</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegDtUeN9RwQXgQOvrDdXbReUk2IF0x1Ou0FMH6E-4Fl75GbDjldtWD2MXeCFCnpUU_Z0oPZ2-J-xK4mLDYom4zWfqpo6fQ90I1lfzXNgJlo-AhO8bpTcMneeshmAcRuV0IICgW5Vcfrs8/s2048/Mission+%25285%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegDtUeN9RwQXgQOvrDdXbReUk2IF0x1Ou0FMH6E-4Fl75GbDjldtWD2MXeCFCnpUU_Z0oPZ2-J-xK4mLDYom4zWfqpo6fQ90I1lfzXNgJlo-AhO8bpTcMneeshmAcRuV0IICgW5Vcfrs8/s320/Mission+%25285%2529.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">typical Matsqui clapboard</td></tr></tbody></table>I'll leave you with a few views of wet-wool cloud, rain-nurtured ever-green grass and moss upholstering the old walls of the village. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DrDFSCNkpUJbaJm8eNktlBpshMSCcD3ttPYp7V_i413k6BvnR_4_8PRCe1A0EGW7q2-3UPbHuYLAj3PQoI-GfurDchVqLRrezWbvK6Ih82MgS7JOu4K0jnCP845gndoxASXFPF6yMU8B/s2048/Mission+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1513" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DrDFSCNkpUJbaJm8eNktlBpshMSCcD3ttPYp7V_i413k6BvnR_4_8PRCe1A0EGW7q2-3UPbHuYLAj3PQoI-GfurDchVqLRrezWbvK6Ih82MgS7JOu4K0jnCP845gndoxASXFPF6yMU8B/s320/Mission+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">in 1915, the Patterson Blacksmith Shop</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On this <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@49.107295,-122.293964,201.29h,-11.28p,0z,UVUfdfn06M4JW45dN75gBA">wander</a> down St. Olaf Street, named after the patron saint of Norway, you'll see many of the places I've shown you, captured by the bigger technology of the Streetview folks. </div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLy-PUUmHn2cEOTXE7ZTM3ArQaeiSFyG3FHi6Vlv86pbgc8APM735kXXXhpkImai8Na7tD6A584mmxEbUT9td9vEKNAH3lpnOia7h8lDzylPPaPRKixhLULyE4Vw3asRgdUzDh0vTwtlg-/s2048/Mission+%25282%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLy-PUUmHn2cEOTXE7ZTM3ArQaeiSFyG3FHi6Vlv86pbgc8APM735kXXXhpkImai8Na7tD6A584mmxEbUT9td9vEKNAH3lpnOia7h8lDzylPPaPRKixhLULyE4Vw3asRgdUzDh0vTwtlg-/s320/Mission+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">former Post Office</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgku2hPKngu0g39EIOyjlf-DkTMPqdBDAw-70l1Ab6kPP9a1dXoMVeOuN3QESDuaATRM5rLSl6YIpImGnjstWSHftsSGrkC9i7Bgm8gd5UnRIe_GDT34q6GlzkySZ-Y9ALq06j0aLj0hHP/s2048/Mission+%25281%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1467" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgku2hPKngu0g39EIOyjlf-DkTMPqdBDAw-70l1Ab6kPP9a1dXoMVeOuN3QESDuaATRM5rLSl6YIpImGnjstWSHftsSGrkC9i7Bgm8gd5UnRIe_GDT34q6GlzkySZ-Y9ALq06j0aLj0hHP/s320/Mission+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>So...this post which has sat waiting since February asks to be written, Now that our hearts and minds turn to the flooded farms of the Fraser Valley, I revisit these photos and those carefree days when my love and I travelled the area with Abbotsford friends Tom and Meg.</p><p> Hearts are breaking everywhere there.</p></div></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-66675737227504305682021-10-31T12:23:00.000-04:002021-10-31T12:23:15.783-04:00Ferncliff<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcYZr3hPr19bi8vBklhaz_1QGQDtiSzX3v_WIy5tnuoaLbvoKQtvMrW12rjHS3m7hQGr5e-9l2BNRjgFnl8S5EOJsMuLsvdZgfoxEDP9UwwpOVxOMTNqUSX3sDbuK0GI2-wJc6T4hxfK5/s2048/Gananoque+2021+%252876%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcYZr3hPr19bi8vBklhaz_1QGQDtiSzX3v_WIy5tnuoaLbvoKQtvMrW12rjHS3m7hQGr5e-9l2BNRjgFnl8S5EOJsMuLsvdZgfoxEDP9UwwpOVxOMTNqUSX3sDbuK0GI2-wJc6T4hxfK5/s320/Gananoque+2021+%252876%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I spent a few days in Gananoque this month. The village was a favourite of ours, and I resolved some months ago to find a spot to stay and spend our 42nd wedding anniversary doing the things that pleased us: lunch and a beverage at the Stonewater pub, a wander through some old neighbourhoods admiring the architecture, a visit to the 1000 Islands Historical Museum to enjoy their fine indigenous culture exhibit, and the social history of Thousand Islands summers in the days of the 'big houses.' There we would marvel at the astonishing ship models built by William Morrison, a venerable gentlman of our acquaintance (3 to 4 thousand hours each ship!) And of course, there's the river and the islands - by urban footpath, bayside hikes, by tourboat with visiting English family (years ago), and from one of the many town benches - watching the river run. <p></p><p>A line from that Loggins and Messina tune, slightly out of context, describes the interplay of river and loss: "And it goes on and on, watching the river run, further and further from things that we've done, leaving them one by one." Sorry, I make no apology for this footnote. This blog is about architectural history through my eyes, and this is the mote therein.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholBoAt-O-gwwgwBGmgj2mqMnCyjT7kjOSKdQ3-nukifXJn7etvsaVBYPB0I1aaV0il0CEk9XisjLfWopAdQknlArCM9Ak9Sia5Kix1YnvGWbHEOR44A9gv94A27KRpOP4_OkX_Giq3SJL/s2048/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25284%2529.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholBoAt-O-gwwgwBGmgj2mqMnCyjT7kjOSKdQ3-nukifXJn7etvsaVBYPB0I1aaV0il0CEk9XisjLfWopAdQknlArCM9Ak9Sia5Kix1YnvGWbHEOR44A9gv94A27KRpOP4_OkX_Giq3SJL/s320/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Nevertheless, this post is about Ferncliff. Another 'thing' that is no longer with us. Or is it? The chap at the museum says it's here, the Heritage Designation report says it is, but all I found was a sagging house sign, and the street number painted on a concrete block (viewed in <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.325806,-76.171659,142.58h,-9.55p,1z,NwXT8MWd29ctX5BHRjGG6g">Streetview</a> should you be the least bit interested.) No sign of the " unique example of vernacular interpretation of chalet deigns found in alpine Europe."</p><p>But until I actually see the place, I won't bore you with the details. They're ready to hand, here in the <a href="https://www.gananoque.ca/sites/gananoque.ca/files/2017-079-Heritage%20Designation-Ferncliff-401%20King%20Street%20West-17Oct2017.pdf">Designation Report</a>. But what does give me tingles, is that it is "a rare surviving example of an early 19th century rural property." For someone who loves natural surroundings and heritage builings, does this not have all the ingredients for a 'happy place?'</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ErRTOg0taDrZWc9y2ZdF2k7pTH3is8L6Zv_gMOHZjqtervsybitU0IQGRbsprVl2taEAaY4s0v80F8yxARVCZW-12Dqu8my_C6tIezzvBXaKGBTHOsY1EgbbuHTRY2hmnw_OvzGOzrgG/s2048/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25282%2529.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ErRTOg0taDrZWc9y2ZdF2k7pTH3is8L6Zv_gMOHZjqtervsybitU0IQGRbsprVl2taEAaY4s0v80F8yxARVCZW-12Dqu8my_C6tIezzvBXaKGBTHOsY1EgbbuHTRY2hmnw_OvzGOzrgG/s320/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25282%2529.jpg" width="180" /></a></div> I eventually came to the conclusion that access to the property where it sat/sits is just up someone's driveway (dare I be so bold?) I suppose at some time it became hidden behind newer infill aling King Street (highway 2). The original 1850s property would have been larger. Still today the property round about is wonderfully wild - a steep wooded city ravine tilting downwards to the river forms the eastern extremity. Fingers crossed that no cantilivered modern architectural model ends up perched in the oak canopy. At the southern extremity sits a lovely wooded park overlooking the river. <p></p><p></p>There's more to Ferncliff than this elusive house, however. The story came to me in this park, on a neighbourhood walk close to my 'stay' on a lovely wooded residents-only road. Drawn as always to stands of tall trees (they often shelter old houses) I 'discovered' Agnes Maule Machar <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.323134,-76.172269,128.09h,2.83p,1z,vqq8SMOnmeIQyNIuiPfUQA">park</a> - the Streetview folks beat the plaque to the location, at that time it was called Bluff Park. I learned that it took rather a long time to change the name; town council decided in 1937 to name the park after her.<div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKic9ugM-X45TChSeq26KUtXw3-aKQp5HOgNVu_vr97xsmF2aukwZdHagFprGi1IsHeM5xSIQCEL4ZhbmzDvmpP2TO_7FDln0mdfn9wTQ6rtmhz901qBFcQ0hxY8Q2AeLAR5Yy897ASoiG/s2048/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKic9ugM-X45TChSeq26KUtXw3-aKQp5HOgNVu_vr97xsmF2aukwZdHagFprGi1IsHeM5xSIQCEL4ZhbmzDvmpP2TO_7FDln0mdfn9wTQ6rtmhz901qBFcQ0hxY8Q2AeLAR5Yy897ASoiG/s320/Gananoque+cont%2527d++%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cliffedge houses beside the park</td></tr></tbody></table>The NHS plaque tells Agnes' story - a research rabbit-hole down which this Alice fell. I'd tell you learn more about this lady powerhouse c19 social reformer but this <a href="https://www.queensu.ca/academia/forsdyke/Machar01.htm">biography</a> does a better job.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQdyh8HFHFq9WZjmE4hqRKRHzbOkptsrc-ecMqv61je-iSs1SYDyGLAuE3IffUJ56gy7wv5bjWa_605rCg2hh0z3hnhsnfd2xNg6tNDFVpaObzKFsB-1gA0nkDdHkcmZFq5673gXwmOdS/s2048/Gananoque+2021+%252878%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQdyh8HFHFq9WZjmE4hqRKRHzbOkptsrc-ecMqv61je-iSs1SYDyGLAuE3IffUJ56gy7wv5bjWa_605rCg2hh0z3hnhsnfd2xNg6tNDFVpaObzKFsB-1gA0nkDdHkcmZFq5673gXwmOdS/s320/Gananoque+2021+%252878%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBFZB_pbbrzPkrvbCcpygiQpAJtTmjzHLTPTylukKesfPDvcJp5FmhBhcxoRmWYjwUuha-TLR68SAE5U4UYBS5TOXOdEAHRpvvssXzdhFzJfVoSXguy4lSKit7haQesFjGrcgvAjg7Num/s2048/Gananoque+2021+%252881%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1151" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBFZB_pbbrzPkrvbCcpygiQpAJtTmjzHLTPTylukKesfPDvcJp5FmhBhcxoRmWYjwUuha-TLR68SAE5U4UYBS5TOXOdEAHRpvvssXzdhFzJfVoSXguy4lSKit7haQesFjGrcgvAjg7Num/s320/Gananoque+2021+%252881%2529.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a rebuilt stone wall - cliff edge</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, mystery solved. I didn't find Ferncliff, not because it was gone, but because it took some sleuthing. Next time I'm in town - it'll be me trudging up that "narrow gravelled driveway" through the "climax forest" to visit Ferncliff.</div><div><br /></div>The things we find when we park the car, and put those walking shoes on.</div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-89518600179261576872021-09-05T16:29:00.002-04:002021-09-05T17:19:30.722-04:00Brewers unlocks<p> Last month I spent a lovely week in my own company at a tiny house north of Kingston, and the inevitable visits to locks on the historic Rideau Canal ensued.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7X4mJOAaV4qZnIbBawoA4Rzo_W8xnp1Vm3y-o4wQ4SEGcA7fFqlH_0NSrH3xZHVNJCfGq9c4dBNp1XeRzeR70FdKXjUZXIDS_ApLdD5bnFlB1lEMQeE4zi9OBh2XCTBfWaWJ1IEbvaVSk/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252811%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1151" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7X4mJOAaV4qZnIbBawoA4Rzo_W8xnp1Vm3y-o4wQ4SEGcA7fFqlH_0NSrH3xZHVNJCfGq9c4dBNp1XeRzeR70FdKXjUZXIDS_ApLdD5bnFlB1lEMQeE4zi9OBh2XCTBfWaWJ1IEbvaVSk/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252811%2529.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>My love affair with canals and locks is longstanding (and a passion I shared with my dearest travelling companion.) Hint: should you be so inclined, this blog is searchable.</p><p><br /></p><p>It was no surprise, except to me, that I ended up at Lower Brewer's lock during the first afternoon outing of my August solo holiday. I came upon the lock station from Highway 15. It took a moment to realize just where I was. And how good it felt. How many memories reside there. I spent the afternoon there, in the lush tropical heat, solemn white cedars, purple loosestrife and a heron painted in to make the scene perfection, ospreys mewling overhead. I felt deliciously out of touch with the sunbronzed posh boat people ascending and descending. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzs4S46xt70sbH-nSn56KPshMbW87Xs0oM2LX5T02A5nEPe2NZOTs6by2kyua71XBj7JePndom-ed1yU5Gl6Eg9rp8u6SUKMqtKj-20CgujhYP7sWQ9tKEHjn3Z1aDuoQkfbSUrdrCvcB/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252820%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzs4S46xt70sbH-nSn56KPshMbW87Xs0oM2LX5T02A5nEPe2NZOTs6by2kyua71XBj7JePndom-ed1yU5Gl6Eg9rp8u6SUKMqtKj-20CgujhYP7sWQ9tKEHjn3Z1aDuoQkfbSUrdrCvcB/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252820%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Blog visitors responded strongly to my photo of a humble lockstation building at this lock back in <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2017/01/a-thought-for-new-year.html">2017</a>. Den and I 'discovered' this place, arriving from the west, on a cross-country winter drive. The setting was absolutely pristine, silent - and nearly inaccessible due to a heavy ice coating laid over every surface. Such a different day, in every way.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebNFzENIOiXxzZ5XuXmH9oRyGTIjMTXfrpg6zwOOgH4CABJN6OlG86r7tlKZDYVTd5IKojpQLDkXXEKwwq55hpUPBOs1ZKmSiC4RzH2WmoYTtPXFmPVZ0lu40rfUK1U0zwtKPAHYeRVyW/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%25288%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebNFzENIOiXxzZ5XuXmH9oRyGTIjMTXfrpg6zwOOgH4CABJN6OlG86r7tlKZDYVTd5IKojpQLDkXXEKwwq55hpUPBOs1ZKmSiC4RzH2WmoYTtPXFmPVZ0lu40rfUK1U0zwtKPAHYeRVyW/s320/Lower+Brewers++%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>First. The bridge was closed. Den was known for doing what I called "engineering studies" of heritage technology, and passing on his prodigious knowledge. This timber king post swing bridge (replica) was a case in point. So much is closed to me now, why NOT the bridge? Ironic.</p><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o4TUyNwkIsZ1QGldY9c-u5lIF4JOQN_jJHT3FQtji-AP6We9jRvpeVGypDwxivUIdY_sy50SdMXLKCQtjRmujIWSxpN0ZFHTSuGHF2Ao8yhXj5gGffuxh20wbPH8R8j4Oxu0Uhb4tFiQ/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252823%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o4TUyNwkIsZ1QGldY9c-u5lIF4JOQN_jJHT3FQtji-AP6We9jRvpeVGypDwxivUIdY_sy50SdMXLKCQtjRmujIWSxpN0ZFHTSuGHF2Ao8yhXj5gGffuxh20wbPH8R8j4Oxu0Uhb4tFiQ/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252823%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Ah, but there is much to be examined here, even without engineering expertise. A few buildings in close proximity to each other connect technology from vastly different eras. The defensible lock-keeper's house, built during the heart-breakingly difficult years of canal construction in 1826-1832. A mill, built maybe mid to late 1800s, based on settlement history, repurposed finally as a gallery. And a hydro powerhouse (guessing 1940s due to the decoration, and steel framed windows) harnessing the river channel. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHD8dGOXKxF7eqv9j8s4CbOoeVh_WcX8vlyqfua53egwH3WmsH0oFXZvRln7AMlLC5i_zBIKrMiRqIbkp36L3nZ9v1JhS5LXMXPlw8Muey5LWqtYAR4C7ZaZevcxWdRRdbqD0wuSzgjB4f/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252821%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHD8dGOXKxF7eqv9j8s4CbOoeVh_WcX8vlyqfua53egwH3WmsH0oFXZvRln7AMlLC5i_zBIKrMiRqIbkp36L3nZ9v1JhS5LXMXPlw8Muey5LWqtYAR4C7ZaZevcxWdRRdbqD0wuSzgjB4f/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252821%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_llkZe4-m2ezJDiKyciufDCMrs3x9BXBktTDdZNF2peA8FMhr4MAQGF6IrAn74_zcP4NPQQszYilo1cNFIGJHoIWXWKe7cbzS3HOm-5RDi3l919GJzf-KO1gT47iqOAFt5lLjlCO826j/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252827%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_llkZe4-m2ezJDiKyciufDCMrs3x9BXBktTDdZNF2peA8FMhr4MAQGF6IrAn74_zcP4NPQQszYilo1cNFIGJHoIWXWKe7cbzS3HOm-5RDi3l919GJzf-KO1gT47iqOAFt5lLjlCO826j/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252827%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEfUBQ8SOAn6i6Vdmrki42WhWknDjplw-v1YO3aPKhNXWyWKRj2TCiSIX2OACWdD_Ey0tHOJz3c1zEkVzGnunP8qDYgGkKV1IIxgrbDJCtXeZ22TpVlfJ3B0kqX0Nm_Lt4LUXntwsCZhn/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252828%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEfUBQ8SOAn6i6Vdmrki42WhWknDjplw-v1YO3aPKhNXWyWKRj2TCiSIX2OACWdD_Ey0tHOJz3c1zEkVzGnunP8qDYgGkKV1IIxgrbDJCtXeZ22TpVlfJ3B0kqX0Nm_Lt4LUXntwsCZhn/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252828%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLypMlrq6a5RFf5exwhi_DCCUW2bm657FXmeQeWXK697zWinqqeEBRYUf29lcAsC4lCjMj24maK-5DGPLxp5FXD6VllGjj73kMo7tQd-A5Vhs-d_4P_-w7z3JM3x8VOTDoPUIEbO7PAWtt/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252830%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLypMlrq6a5RFf5exwhi_DCCUW2bm657FXmeQeWXK697zWinqqeEBRYUf29lcAsC4lCjMj24maK-5DGPLxp5FXD6VllGjj73kMo7tQd-A5Vhs-d_4P_-w7z3JM3x8VOTDoPUIEbO7PAWtt/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252830%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">At the time I wrote of the little white building: "a little icon to return to in what promises to be that kind of year." I'm not sure what kind of year 2017 was, but there's no doubt that 2020 and 2021 have been "that sort of year" for me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p>This place was full of you, Denny, and our ice-castle visit from so long ago.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVsowWowH9Sp1Ardo37830-P5lUQBH_l9ZamUAwW_2PCljFJyiATj8MnKIPWNT39upiCArSEzV4aau43KPOogNCR9FFugyBRp8DKhldLfJBhz4W_Fps0WTDiktsMwE_1zz7gT3Qc_GFQL/s2048/Lower+Brewers++%252815%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVsowWowH9Sp1Ardo37830-P5lUQBH_l9ZamUAwW_2PCljFJyiATj8MnKIPWNT39upiCArSEzV4aau43KPOogNCR9FFugyBRp8DKhldLfJBhz4W_Fps0WTDiktsMwE_1zz7gT3Qc_GFQL/s320/Lower+Brewers++%252815%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-16727197840229187322021-07-03T18:57:00.005-04:002021-07-04T07:47:49.910-04:00Post - Parham<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsDd86W3uRALZLX5XBOTLZonCdGcRx3AdnrgCHJgxITrTNoHFjurtxupKlkB6j3Ypd79LhJtxyM6smiDSa_iqz2rObJ8W-zFK52DqjoVZeVmHO8iOlVwbqxaRNk0r27f5javidJoJihPA/s2048/Parham+%25287%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsDd86W3uRALZLX5XBOTLZonCdGcRx3AdnrgCHJgxITrTNoHFjurtxupKlkB6j3Ypd79LhJtxyM6smiDSa_iqz2rObJ8W-zFK52DqjoVZeVmHO8iOlVwbqxaRNk0r27f5javidJoJihPA/s320/Parham+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Well, it's been a while, folks.<p></p><p>And you may not know that, even now. Just this moment, I logged onto this blog for the first time in a very long time, to learn that Feedburner is going away. Feedburner was the magic that notified you of the arrival of another post on this blog. Clearly, I have not kept them busy enough of late, and they have become discouraged. Perhaps you, too, have given up looking for new old news. </p><p>Well, I'm back. Feedburner, not so much. The name slays me - I remember our father, ever the practical farmer, calling pleasure horses hayburners. Feedburner conjures up an old nag with one of those feedbags over its nose. </p><p>Which is all I have to say about all of that.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmmwemnUQllaMCQbVEwqIPQIwMtOWieBX-25Q48qSX_szaeXtfmlTnNZFf0Devc1hlzY2_Xs28SvnokIYw0p-mZw98MOE5Tm44XhaRtlAU5Mhl_S1GR4h7bcLUmTG9qGcyHuEqFv849ax/s2048/Parham+%25288%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmmwemnUQllaMCQbVEwqIPQIwMtOWieBX-25Q48qSX_szaeXtfmlTnNZFf0Devc1hlzY2_Xs28SvnokIYw0p-mZw98MOE5Tm44XhaRtlAU5Mhl_S1GR4h7bcLUmTG9qGcyHuEqFv849ax/s320/Parham+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Parham is quite another matter. This horrible 'time' we have endured together for the past 16 months has created its share of tension and mental anguish, leading to some tragic stories which have not received much attention. Nor have the people impacted by the tragedies, so intent have we been on the need to distance and stay well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8zG7suqie1aS1ka0W5uf1tpxKu7zhyZkra_i-F7HC4nkNnX7-2eoRAbxwqKVQQvbywjBMayB7qknVPo5bEc0Wudfb-w7PpopdJtxHnY0fahXlq2owis2bow3fZrifOO5ygvhrl2AE9yW/s2048/Parham+%25281%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8zG7suqie1aS1ka0W5uf1tpxKu7zhyZkra_i-F7HC4nkNnX7-2eoRAbxwqKVQQvbywjBMayB7qknVPo5bEc0Wudfb-w7PpopdJtxHnY0fahXlq2owis2bow3fZrifOO5ygvhrl2AE9yW/s320/Parham+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>I was looking for Parham stories and came across, not for the first time, the outstanding local online paper the <a href="https://www.frontenacnews.ca/editorials/item/14885-parham-fire-one-year-later">Frontenac News</a>. If you follow this link you will arrive at an account of the saddest event to hit Parham, perhaps ever. I won't retell the senseless and violent episode that changed Parham's pretty historic streetscape, and many if not all of the inhabitants of the village, forever. I'll just say that the photos of the 1887 St. James Anglican church that I took on my visit 7 years ago represent a view that you will no longer enjoy as you drive through the village. The red brick manse and the church were destroyed by fire in June 2020. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqohF78OnfAV4I4gEaWvETOfdhNhj5ZPKoZ_aIqeNH71smmVa9mb3KEN0bg8S-kjcLriadtVEWK3z-YIATIwuPck88w9Hi24EpGh6UR93qBpMtVagz0E6c3M3bpg_tRMUolg5UUfy_pjL/s2048/Parham+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqohF78OnfAV4I4gEaWvETOfdhNhj5ZPKoZ_aIqeNH71smmVa9mb3KEN0bg8S-kjcLriadtVEWK3z-YIATIwuPck88w9Hi24EpGh6UR93qBpMtVagz0E6c3M3bpg_tRMUolg5UUfy_pjL/s320/Parham+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Nor will you enjoy this view captured by </span><a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.656411,-76.714748,295.92h,-0.98p,1z,P9n3VJveIFPSHmhV8b5uTg" style="text-align: left;">Streetview</a><span style="text-align: left;">, and not yet changed. Hope they don't revisit. At least the locals will have that. The event broke so many hearts. There's even a fine </span><a href="https://www.frontenacnews.ca/central-frontenac-news/item/14874-parham-song-and-video-recall-last-year-s-fire" style="text-align: left;">song</a><span style="text-align: left;"> written by Greg Tilson of the Kingston-based group </span><a href="https://thegertrudes.com/" style="text-align: left;">The Gertrudes</a><span style="text-align: left;">, performed by the group and supported by guest artists like Georgette Frye and members of the Kingston Symphony, among others. The well-produced video can be found at this last link I've posted. A fine project to lift dashed spirits.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-1DpLG2L0jUYnQaQM2JUMRovzeZPZTrIr83JbFYZbDI8PxwomcAuL1kBlNG0tKh89DyefLkuBce1R55-xmwacFT2P1EmHl6ZQCiEtO_NyirbXI0GJIRW-i9D5q64BSd_fh8nlST0cGDd/s2048/Parham+%25283%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-1DpLG2L0jUYnQaQM2JUMRovzeZPZTrIr83JbFYZbDI8PxwomcAuL1kBlNG0tKh89DyefLkuBce1R55-xmwacFT2P1EmHl6ZQCiEtO_NyirbXI0GJIRW-i9D5q64BSd_fh8nlST0cGDd/s320/Parham+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLo8w_tjk2WEMKvAj5qdRYzaePrtlH_d3h1JzARd5BI-bT042JF6w6ad4zFbzXaU5VIONqjRFaYP4vyktApTh-FQXc648xkws6JbaQVSq6uiRLLtR6Oe9AWotMXTDsWz0yGNr5CqkjZmd/s2048/Parham+%25284%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLo8w_tjk2WEMKvAj5qdRYzaePrtlH_d3h1JzARd5BI-bT042JF6w6ad4zFbzXaU5VIONqjRFaYP4vyktApTh-FQXc648xkws6JbaQVSq6uiRLLtR6Oe9AWotMXTDsWz0yGNr5CqkjZmd/s320/Parham+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>So, I will share with readers who might come across this post, these photos. Parham has a special association for me. I once stayed at the red and white house, summer retreat of a family whose scion I was dating. This was years and years before I found the true love of my life, and my travelling companion for 44 years, whom I lost last December.</p><p>So, July 2021. I'm on the road again. Don't wait for Feedburner to tell you I've enjoyed another village with interesting architectural history. You'll wait a long time.</p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-84122689761172016472021-02-22T12:39:00.001-05:002021-02-22T12:41:03.615-05:00Brutal!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9-jekRlla_r-02RNCFPRYN4prd5iHX87CxyT1RpIKMDwvw5TqRBYpzW3bT6YVws8IuyZklxfXk-NY175irHoV2St826ecfZZajRjoIsXzLChrp7aAxwg5GCQlc7u45uwb3lsre8LR3h-/s4864/IMG_8619.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="4864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9-jekRlla_r-02RNCFPRYN4prd5iHX87CxyT1RpIKMDwvw5TqRBYpzW3bT6YVws8IuyZklxfXk-NY175irHoV2St826ecfZZajRjoIsXzLChrp7aAxwg5GCQlc7u45uwb3lsre8LR3h-/s320/IMG_8619.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Yesterday morning ArchDaily, one of my architecture news feeds, featured a look at <a href="https://www.archdaily.com/957105/brutalist-belgrade-through-the-eyes-of-alexey-kozhenkov?utm_medium=email&utm_source=ArchDaily%20List&kth=1,246,699">Brutalist Belgrade</a>, seen through the lens of Alexey Kozhenkov. Nothing warm and fuzzy about these strictly functional neighbourhood blocks of undressed concrete. Very 'Eastern Bloc'. <p></p><p>I am rather fond of Brutalist architecture. To develop your own affection, you might visit Shannon Kyles' website OntarioArchitecture. Here's a <a href="http://ontarioarchitecture.com/Brutalist.htm">link</a> to her chapter on Brutalism. The key concepts are emphasis on form and texture, windowless expanses of concrete bearing the forthright marks of the wooden forms from which it emerged after curing.</p><p>Brutalism is a child of the 60s, although it emerged in the 1950s during post-war reconstructiom projects in UK. People either love it or hate it. There's that association with utilitarian, low-cost, socialist ideas, which explains its staying power in the former Soviet union. As Shannon notes, it's also popular with universities.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAIYprBppMuj9XJK9srrRZyD4lnWtk9di5EVXq__qnGdewV4St0tp5TLDYafPKOrhwwo_JDcuLCYu1-YVPIgislMcyIAKNWMXxKmdOCBPci7mp0DC5Braz196aziPwnkTZsEimgbXCDrR/s4864/IMG_8620.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="4864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAIYprBppMuj9XJK9srrRZyD4lnWtk9di5EVXq__qnGdewV4St0tp5TLDYafPKOrhwwo_JDcuLCYu1-YVPIgislMcyIAKNWMXxKmdOCBPci7mp0DC5Braz196aziPwnkTZsEimgbXCDrR/s320/IMG_8620.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I have a soft spot in my heart for the old National Arts Centre in Ottawa, that "fortress for culture" which raised eyebrows in 1969 when its raw concrete form and texture was being revealed from behind the wooden forms. I recall the outdoor terraces, pebble-surfaced asymmetrical shelves topped with planters, cafes sheltering under the heavy concrete eyebrows. The canal-side main entrance was hidden, a low-ceilinged space reminiscent of a back entrance refuse bin location. Once inside the visitor could get further lost in low-ceilinged hallways and mazes of rough concrete open stairways. Could stir "I'm not worthy" feelings among culture seekers, it was that imposing. Ah, but the performance spaces were wonders. And despite its dourness, I loved it all.<p></p><p>When LOML and I were last in Ottawa, on a cycling trip from a campsite well outside of town, I snapped a couple of photos of the remaining Brutalist presence. But much of what I knew and loved was gone. In a highly celebrated $110 million dollar project, the exterior and interior spaces have been transformed by glass, gold-toned aluminum and pale wood. A glass tower, its surfaces embedded with LEDs for video projections (ermmm) has been added. What the world needs is more flickering screens, writ large.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKMw7-5X4_iktMb1kee_De8nH2NOH8wnpIZnjI4RFW9Gmkyqliq0QxBLGKhCCXZVoeuPQc8YyX8qogzI88Ej_JXsp05_nlEC2BvKcQkGVvMEOf0CdPbWz8c4V5Cnb48-Zb0cKMYXC4otn/s2048/IMG_8625.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKMw7-5X4_iktMb1kee_De8nH2NOH8wnpIZnjI4RFW9Gmkyqliq0QxBLGKhCCXZVoeuPQc8YyX8qogzI88Ej_JXsp05_nlEC2BvKcQkGVvMEOf0CdPbWz8c4V5Cnb48-Zb0cKMYXC4otn/s320/IMG_8625.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Another favourite architecture online news source, DeZeen, describes the transformation, inside and out, with lush photos. You'll want to have a <a href="https://www.dezeen.com/2018/01/26/diamond-schmitt-architects-brutalist-national-arts-centre-renovation-expansion-ottawa/">look</a>.</p><p>The new design opens up views of Parliament Hill and invites light in; it seems more inclusive, bright and inviting, more a gathering place. Less a ticket-holders only sort of spot.</p><p>A 2017 article in <a href="http://www.capitalmodern.ca/news/brutalist-truth-national-arts-centre/">Capital Modern</a> echoes my resistance to yet another glass building refurb: "..the same imperatives are shaping every type of public building...Make it open and informal. Make it bright. Add cafes. What if, 50 years from now, every public building is a glass pavilion...What if cloistered, dramatic public spaces are again in vogue?" I intend to heed the invitation to explore in person, as soon as I may. Fifty years on, not so likely.</p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-51346489967654681832021-02-17T18:26:00.004-05:002021-02-17T20:40:17.349-05:00My Canadian Cousin<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqn0hJ9jymIjQeSX8uVWK5MvhdpgDvTFs6M9Yo4eCkf38vFuDFQoerMNrhgFQWlDBqIH8MOSPMPKGKj4Fr0HuD1DJ9y_2osM1Fl6O_fdgMRnuz7YblpVTKtwMe2d9XErmGxWgH7doZ1FaK/s2048/IMG_3262+%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqn0hJ9jymIjQeSX8uVWK5MvhdpgDvTFs6M9Yo4eCkf38vFuDFQoerMNrhgFQWlDBqIH8MOSPMPKGKj4Fr0HuD1DJ9y_2osM1Fl6O_fdgMRnuz7YblpVTKtwMe2d9XErmGxWgH7doZ1FaK/s320/IMG_3262+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today I began sorting through photo files from our travels of the past few years. Part of the motivation is the frustrated travel urge, the pandemic having severed a life-giving connection with the outer world. So we'll just have to be satisfied, for a bit longer, with looking back and looking forward. The other, deeper reason for the research is the need to be in touch with places that call back to mind great fun, adventure, discovery and love, a response to the loss in December, of my dear travelling companion of 44 years.</div><p></p><p>This post takes me back to the historic canal village of Shardlow, Derbyshire. </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqokmfSWUIMkjZJKp2CkS8lL6-Z68h6OMVhXxHVOx2iiih8ncsp7Ksfbx3gwn9SXyKnujBwV6HYGuyzoy4_-BLK3-mlsj6XIDOKOA8ka0xXqSbYn1oUjeY9NWJ196_dstukjij35jMzHZ/s2048/20190410_095808.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqokmfSWUIMkjZJKp2CkS8lL6-Z68h6OMVhXxHVOx2iiih8ncsp7Ksfbx3gwn9SXyKnujBwV6HYGuyzoy4_-BLK3-mlsj6XIDOKOA8ka0xXqSbYn1oUjeY9NWJ196_dstukjij35jMzHZ/s320/20190410_095808.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">view from our bedroom window</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p></blockquote><p> We stayed here at the beginning of our travels in England and Ireland in the spring of 2019. Shardlow is a fascinating place, an inland port central to the nation's commerce since the time of the Domesday book. Given my passion for canals (if you're so inclined, search the blog for canal posts) it was inevitable that I fell in love with Shardlow and its history. Given that we stayed in the village over a week with dear cousin Elaine, inveterate traveller, walker and student of the wider world, we had the opportunity to wander the towpaths of this ancient canal town, and to get to know its distinguished architecture first-hand.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xz9vh8XERm2S0cFm5zHdhmcHJcbfbXXV5ISr4HH-CHsH5vgmX-l2qSBF5OpSxZwcp_DhOomN_K7CskMWEfutT9kALVX1jZGWoq_3CLwJvKr1SVebUrJboKa1FJSBns1k-ocG0czReHKX/s2048/IMG_3263+%25281%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xz9vh8XERm2S0cFm5zHdhmcHJcbfbXXV5ISr4HH-CHsH5vgmX-l2qSBF5OpSxZwcp_DhOomN_K7CskMWEfutT9kALVX1jZGWoq_3CLwJvKr1SVebUrJboKa1FJSBns1k-ocG0czReHKX/s320/IMG_3263+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c6F-Cwq-2xb5r-eHWbQLMZV0rE04UQUJx2WHGxC1GQvh0Yi-hVdrPNfptoT02opMkvXIInaB0chvVsWiRK4wbufHpcaDuHWKcl0ak3uWDRVcK3pJylVXan-COmL5IZa93OEf0nDE7rPW/s2048/IMG_3240.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c6F-Cwq-2xb5r-eHWbQLMZV0rE04UQUJx2WHGxC1GQvh0Yi-hVdrPNfptoT02opMkvXIInaB0chvVsWiRK4wbufHpcaDuHWKcl0ak3uWDRVcK3pJylVXan-COmL5IZa93OEf0nDE7rPW/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9nt-JhnkDBL7BInz_qayS6ZYgBE3bR9fr95qlQ03LCxk6kBR9zmTgzGjbrb5oZYiRp0-7FVPmrLobEwxDnp7YV91VxxndaNQLF3DSYg_vheOFz1gwQo4OJizzeE1nNZVHUhVk1_Wz3rg/s2048/IMG_3229.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9nt-JhnkDBL7BInz_qayS6ZYgBE3bR9fr95qlQ03LCxk6kBR9zmTgzGjbrb5oZYiRp0-7FVPmrLobEwxDnp7YV91VxxndaNQLF3DSYg_vheOFz1gwQo4OJizzeE1nNZVHUhVk1_Wz3rg/s320/IMG_3229.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>As one might expect in historic Britain, Shardlow history is well-documented. A walking tour map is posted on the breezy bridge, with details on many of the converted warehouses and grand houses that make the village unique. In 1770, the Trent and Mersey Canal was completed; Shardlow was the point where goods were transferred between carriers on the Trent River, to the narrow boats moving things about on the midlands canal network. The picturesque narrow boats, both restored antiques and newly manufactured, are a delight. The canal shipping era created great wealth and lovely homes.</p><p>A canal-side home caught my eye, <a href="https://britishlistedbuildings.co.uk/101280887-broughton-house-shardlow-and-great-wilne#.YC3EQ2hKiM8">Broughton House</a>. Broughton House was built around 1790, by the scion of one of the well-off masters of canal commerce. It's situated on the old London Road (doesn't that conjur up the dashing arrival of coaches and fours?) and had some interesting history. Here's your chance to travel the London road via <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@52.867921,-1.342645,333.32h,-1.12p,1z">Streetview</a>. Once you've had a good look at Broughton House, stay for a wander. It's a fascinating village. I'll share some other house stories sometime soon.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGCe-g0Cw3XMuJkm9GQ7gT275Im5L1aBHwaqpPufosVUW3n9ClJXn5cyI6mgDxJJFB_VPtsbEGe1Z7ll1FvBdGpN_qS4Dq6_Oe0skDJMoZwVTahaYctLTtrbHV6ZeId90NwiDr14k7IqB/s2048/IMG_3256.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1470" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGCe-g0Cw3XMuJkm9GQ7gT275Im5L1aBHwaqpPufosVUW3n9ClJXn5cyI6mgDxJJFB_VPtsbEGe1Z7ll1FvBdGpN_qS4Dq6_Oe0skDJMoZwVTahaYctLTtrbHV6ZeId90NwiDr14k7IqB/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The Broughton House's three-bay facade is, not surprisingly, of fine ashlar, the back is in red brick. Stone window surrounds, a stone band course at basement level. Hipped slate roof, ashlar side-wall chimneys. Steps lead up from the gate and stone wall (itself with heritage status) to what one source calls 'a Tusan porch.' This <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWwyOVc4uXY">video</a> shot at a rather breathless pace by a rather breathless realtor, gives a glimpse of high ceilings with plaster cornices, fireplaces, reeded wood detailing, and a wonderful staircase.<div><br /><div>V<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYKkmG38BlI">ideo 2</a> offers a slightly more adoring look.<div><p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhOvatTgXhjIVJJZYGsVPNE8_I0ws8bvauoMkdV114_HPZYkXVqpT18gFysz1YgeVUi1wYjzrVa1SM1pRJmG8qSSCR5QWl6BIMBKp0F9E5LplpsWb9vME1qenExpi5AaM_6bLBV__0n4e/s2048/IMG_3257.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1345" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhOvatTgXhjIVJJZYGsVPNE8_I0ws8bvauoMkdV114_HPZYkXVqpT18gFysz1YgeVUi1wYjzrVa1SM1pRJmG8qSSCR5QWl6BIMBKp0F9E5LplpsWb9vME1qenExpi5AaM_6bLBV__0n4e/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Wt1E7mIkWAYNODwlLAvxkHUilNn3TLoJXdMolj_hFQsXaD4LXkuMNAzGelko32xChASIBEa7TFfgj5rOeG7E69QbvcPxVL_15MPdcPf_AJ8TGPoMqnW7uLSCetxayrlxRa92ugLiEdV/s2048/IMG_3259.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1515" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Wt1E7mIkWAYNODwlLAvxkHUilNn3TLoJXdMolj_hFQsXaD4LXkuMNAzGelko32xChASIBEa7TFfgj5rOeG7E69QbvcPxVL_15MPdcPf_AJ8TGPoMqnW7uLSCetxayrlxRa92ugLiEdV/s320/IMG_3259.JPG" /></a></div>Even the wall has history. It's a Grade II listed element, built in the early 1800s of brick with stucco, stone copings. The original iron gate with lantern arch above completes the perfection.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-JgJ63y4AdlBhH3ye_ndEctX3gPsg5tymuPl4pFRdrFSi9wpEkVfSoz3vR9aYccJD0vgJMM6tllCXbYN4zGWw8h50AFIl3PkgBf-9fb8ch7qtwEFYgdAsK-QBzunardvNwtXWplqaZ-d/s2048/IMG_3261.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1792" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-JgJ63y4AdlBhH3ye_ndEctX3gPsg5tymuPl4pFRdrFSi9wpEkVfSoz3vR9aYccJD0vgJMM6tllCXbYN4zGWw8h50AFIl3PkgBf-9fb8ch7qtwEFYgdAsK-QBzunardvNwtXWplqaZ-d/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><p>Broughton House recalled a particular favourite in Niagara on the Lake here at home. The similarity resonated as we had spent a delightful time at NOL the previous year, when cousin Elaine visited with us. Each home boasts upright Georgian symmetry, although the materials are different, and elliptical Neoclassical elements. But the detail that caught my eye was the blind arches around the windows. Why, why? But it's stayed with me, so might as well share it. A challenge to the bricklayer's or stonemason's skills, I would think.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlRwQHTnlGA4D23AB9S05I5-O88m9fHEE3D-s6wM0iJHJAa6x6_LRWR7iQrUSrLEq8ZUjRC8sUyYO1s7xGukv-2c7QxRYsY-MH28fxU6cF0ZlB-4IQGMyc8dAtliQDixeXRu8WjpjcR-Y/s2048/Niagara-on-the-Lake+-+Front%2526Queen+Streets+-+June13%252C+2010+019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlRwQHTnlGA4D23AB9S05I5-O88m9fHEE3D-s6wM0iJHJAa6x6_LRWR7iQrUSrLEq8ZUjRC8sUyYO1s7xGukv-2c7QxRYsY-MH28fxU6cF0ZlB-4IQGMyc8dAtliQDixeXRu8WjpjcR-Y/s320/Niagara-on-the-Lake+-+Front%2526Queen+Streets+-+June13%252C+2010+019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInSSMRee_KK-YHhZQvWXX91x6qvaZvFQ9MMjIdgg4qihyuWG05RN3cCyyJdKzpIh8Ddn1IBUSK0LjooRf09V_llz3DBKiUZ7mXPWR-JU9QBRz8taUJuqw4t6hMeimRPEmlJ6BuMDWX-5O/s2048/Niagara-on-the-Lake+-+Front%2526Queen+Streets+-+June13%252C+2010+020.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1680" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInSSMRee_KK-YHhZQvWXX91x6qvaZvFQ9MMjIdgg4qihyuWG05RN3cCyyJdKzpIh8Ddn1IBUSK0LjooRf09V_llz3DBKiUZ7mXPWR-JU9QBRz8taUJuqw4t6hMeimRPEmlJ6BuMDWX-5O/s320/Niagara-on-the-Lake+-+Front%2526Queen+Streets+-+June13%252C+2010+020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I just relived my first meeting with the 1820s MacDougal-Harrison house in NOL (and you can too, <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2010/07/converts-make-best-catholics.html">here</a>.) Isn't the facade a thing of orderly beauty?</div></div></div></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-36871767485051341562020-10-08T16:28:00.002-04:002020-10-08T19:12:33.594-04:00Suddenly Last Summerhill<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduyCuTi_xpr9X1QaLFU2VpJFKzPG_dfsqcfgnG4ppUbiFg_cOf3Ft9LIB_NkeAvgF0VD6obOEbCi2CTDHBZgwTs0HN40SfXJda4oVyta2pxxJoXOjZxU-lLomRNaGGTnD5wUDsJ7kuZS7/s2048/IMG_5675.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduyCuTi_xpr9X1QaLFU2VpJFKzPG_dfsqcfgnG4ppUbiFg_cOf3Ft9LIB_NkeAvgF0VD6obOEbCi2CTDHBZgwTs0HN40SfXJda4oVyta2pxxJoXOjZxU-lLomRNaGGTnD5wUDsJ7kuZS7/s320/IMG_5675.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I've visited this lovely spot in Kingston many times, and wrote about it here 6 years ago. Some of the photos I borrowed for that post have disappeared, as it turns out, so it's time to retell the story. But I did a pretty good job on that post, so I encourage you to have a <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2014/11/summerhill-winterhill.html">look</a>.<div><br /></div><div>This is Summerhill, the oldest building on the Queen's University campus, a graceful Neoclassical villa built as home for George Okill Stuart, Anglican Arch-deacon, in 1839. Remarkably old. Changed over time, but in recent years, much restored and nicely maintained. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXF1bWuYqvjMu-iPIE3owertr0JTBLiAiNIMSyNu22TveTsOmG9ZbTZIVQedmYviqb1pcD9AauZkko3glVbNnIV6_jlpJxMz7WA9LyOJJRMI9EvEveP8EPylcDId20-4tG-gQpdGPl094/s2048/IMG_5677.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXF1bWuYqvjMu-iPIE3owertr0JTBLiAiNIMSyNu22TveTsOmG9ZbTZIVQedmYviqb1pcD9AauZkko3glVbNnIV6_jlpJxMz7WA9LyOJJRMI9EvEveP8EPylcDId20-4tG-gQpdGPl094/s320/IMG_5677.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The image at right is from an interpretive panel installed since my last visit. Summerhill's pure Palladian form, (here's one <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2014/11/theme-and-variations.html">now</a>) a central block with flanking pavilions and linking colonnaded porches, is evident in this 1858 drawing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7WPcZOPB29115X8gaWfA2u0VrxDr_TeL-t9iPh15f-o33V95n5zRcRf0fz5kEqIVJvQBHifkVGc6J8oguiaQy1sdDeuImrLtkLvOvjUIsxtoF2FHSdB1tV9eWrELEQTd7X2LhoZPCSI4/s2048/IMG_5679.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7WPcZOPB29115X8gaWfA2u0VrxDr_TeL-t9iPh15f-o33V95n5zRcRf0fz5kEqIVJvQBHifkVGc6J8oguiaQy1sdDeuImrLtkLvOvjUIsxtoF2FHSdB1tV9eWrELEQTd7X2LhoZPCSI4/s320/IMG_5679.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Folks must have felt fortunate indeed when in 1854, the home was acquired by the still new and struggling Queen's College, established in 1848 by Royal Charter issued by Queen Victoria. Queen's was the work of the Presbyterians of Upper Canada, desirous of a College for the education of Presbyterian ministers.<div><br /></div><div> The College had begun in a wood frame house on the edge of town, with 2 profs and 13 students. Despite the classy new digs, the college continued to struggle financially, and suffered growing pains as it strove to establish identity and direction.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTyLHEzpc3isxFLroCzlraJCgtJ5VUFVd9bxh8In1p7l7P0LXH4kOZGxaDBA46Enf3VA3J1JFWko4pfun4RA2FPzy1Y2U9KLuk988SDQpnGPQ5MHS9Rdy2o58GtH43f9IKnXYaXmsjhWw/s2048/IMG_5683.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTyLHEzpc3isxFLroCzlraJCgtJ5VUFVd9bxh8In1p7l7P0LXH4kOZGxaDBA46Enf3VA3J1JFWko4pfun4RA2FPzy1Y2U9KLuk988SDQpnGPQ5MHS9Rdy2o58GtH43f9IKnXYaXmsjhWw/s320/IMG_5683.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>The interpretive panels go on to explain the challenges, and principals who made a difference. I won't. For me, the visit was about taking in the beauty of the place and the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do drop by yourself, and swot up.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGYcWvrmPQrtHnNMb6haiYhxHsZE_nZFobhZMtr58Hl-m2KYDa0yca5jiXyB1xsBCsylOSLwseVcxuQ5rjeKY8QKFDl6cZxz6x0KM6F6yZiIv5UelhvABWjTDQDdxubKPL9iDaSUbecZp/s2048/IMG_5682.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGYcWvrmPQrtHnNMb6haiYhxHsZE_nZFobhZMtr58Hl-m2KYDa0yca5jiXyB1xsBCsylOSLwseVcxuQ5rjeKY8QKFDl6cZxz6x0KM6F6yZiIv5UelhvABWjTDQDdxubKPL9iDaSUbecZp/s320/IMG_5682.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10qKi95LMMrYe4JOVYgK7bBYhn93c5xq39c0eAFI7ALNl4N5BftmbHqtDd0F2pNLaSqUwcmCQpEzkPI98YnFVq59lcgffmZMKrVedf04rqfToaUOI3MmV897DG4AHrEYEhyphenhyphenSk4VJbddSX/s2048/IMG_5685.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10qKi95LMMrYe4JOVYgK7bBYhn93c5xq39c0eAFI7ALNl4N5BftmbHqtDd0F2pNLaSqUwcmCQpEzkPI98YnFVq59lcgffmZMKrVedf04rqfToaUOI3MmV897DG4AHrEYEhyphenhyphenSk4VJbddSX/s320/IMG_5685.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, can you spot the changes? I'm just going to let you do the thinking, and revisit my warm early fall day euphoria now. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9xga3f9803Q8IQakLL0Wc-M6lvduGXAFFKf8oJnjOzXb2B13SMSXeSZedxSIkxZCIEAuEtzgZwW9_nsSGuDn4WZIhiKuIZ3pnJHjB2RoM-SHT_ngfJqcIk9UQj1QJJqU0tOXyomQfwe0/s2048/IMG_5687.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1113" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9xga3f9803Q8IQakLL0Wc-M6lvduGXAFFKf8oJnjOzXb2B13SMSXeSZedxSIkxZCIEAuEtzgZwW9_nsSGuDn4WZIhiKuIZ3pnJHjB2RoM-SHT_ngfJqcIk9UQj1QJJqU0tOXyomQfwe0/s320/IMG_5687.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfr1wMoUXmxZ7jP9YDERlLvo9JpgfQHExAeRP7sl-ndCjZ_kiiKAx5pNnf4ndU6o1jGDyidkjLiSETjRw9SlqCFtta6FFh9ajKSOsjQOF-brbUXUUpbKR3Uw_bUZ_jIib0TWXvpiruOUR/s2048/IMG_5688.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfr1wMoUXmxZ7jP9YDERlLvo9JpgfQHExAeRP7sl-ndCjZ_kiiKAx5pNnf4ndU6o1jGDyidkjLiSETjRw9SlqCFtta6FFh9ajKSOsjQOF-brbUXUUpbKR3Uw_bUZ_jIib0TWXvpiruOUR/s320/IMG_5688.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-66996073163946182812020-10-06T18:07:00.003-04:002020-10-06T18:51:37.320-04:00Where's Waldron?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgw4LJ9D8Ut2FDGwYTfXHTgMHse9rY4WTRRChUeD7y-l1vgddfKq_vVxeEK6muhMHST8V8fxzZr87gYLjaOodDDLYJjMMPBcrIc9JCxQ8qGePWX44QZZjJ4PpQ2b6rzLUaq1kNK0mXJ6P/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252810%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1282" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgw4LJ9D8Ut2FDGwYTfXHTgMHse9rY4WTRRChUeD7y-l1vgddfKq_vVxeEK6muhMHST8V8fxzZr87gYLjaOodDDLYJjMMPBcrIc9JCxQ8qGePWX44QZZjJ4PpQ2b6rzLUaq1kNK0mXJ6P/s320/Waldron+tower+%252810%2529.JPG" /></a></div>Well, thank goodness for Dr. Jennifer McKendry. I've mentioned Kingston's well-known and much-published architectural historian in a number of posts over my love affair with her city. <div><br /></div><div>Today, I appreciate her even more, as she is THE ONLY source I could locate which references a most unique and wonderful structure in that city, the Waldron Tower. Built in 1968, this building, originally a student nurses' residence, and now a co-ed residence for Queen's students, is easily underestimated, amid the Collegiate Gothic buildings of the campus, the early incomparable Summerhill, and the homes of the well to do along King Street. </div><div><br /></div><div> There are student videos posted on the Queens residence services site, showing off the utilitarian concrete interiors, and the windows - as soon as I had drawn his attention to the building, my design engineer husband noticed that the design provides each of them with a view of Lake Ontario, just across the street.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLZqzWz_hPSOoSrODggjRm-9xpgL2mvH0ffip55rVPN5-_mzWzL0uelmu1GtEvhyphenhyphenAASZfyFV5Qec0OZkkc8bNR_xPX4cDoCnSA6o0h97o6xrP98kFLDOvCYx8pGusfnAYS9FvUiTYBMJH/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252819%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLZqzWz_hPSOoSrODggjRm-9xpgL2mvH0ffip55rVPN5-_mzWzL0uelmu1GtEvhyphenhyphenAASZfyFV5Qec0OZkkc8bNR_xPX4cDoCnSA6o0h97o6xrP98kFLDOvCYx8pGusfnAYS9FvUiTYBMJH/s320/Waldron+tower+%252819%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQs-hI9-wQBP4-rnvuATNo4hcKymGs914okkp0D0olDybpGRKlMQ4lM1tfCsXFwD5Qtmi-xlNbQ2TyxBBY2gV8ipOiOnDw5-J1HS2QrQmadRcGShnlZlOTSaihak293OI1omBNcKaTo5VD/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252818%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQs-hI9-wQBP4-rnvuATNo4hcKymGs914okkp0D0olDybpGRKlMQ4lM1tfCsXFwD5Qtmi-xlNbQ2TyxBBY2gV8ipOiOnDw5-J1HS2QrQmadRcGShnlZlOTSaihak293OI1omBNcKaTo5VD/s320/Waldron+tower+%252818%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The marriage of the stepped brick tower with the textured stone and curving concrete elements of the one-storey wing - likely the student common area at one time? - is appealing. I couldn't stop looking and shooting.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq72GTRr7QpNS2JjDxkSiej03abRhkdhGW-kn7y0bRhCGqkwVJCIdKEcNaNXitDHOYVUzGtVzqMxcHjmmRe0q5fuvsgff1bNz77n0uoa3wGmItdNSRcrLOpioIwYWlJvge-Qe99ahQDE14/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252817%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq72GTRr7QpNS2JjDxkSiej03abRhkdhGW-kn7y0bRhCGqkwVJCIdKEcNaNXitDHOYVUzGtVzqMxcHjmmRe0q5fuvsgff1bNz77n0uoa3wGmItdNSRcrLOpioIwYWlJvge-Qe99ahQDE14/s320/Waldron+tower+%252817%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Curving, smooth, undecorated surfaces of the reverse arch portico contrast with the rough stone walling. The rotunda is supported by an external skeleton of concrete spines, separating long narrow windows. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9sf-5W-WZnOoTJitncKbOuPtVH2wDJJNO6DqVL8kBSGdBjijo2MUgQ-w6awWev_rgzEccPDWg4ZuuDdYHo7wlLWFs2MnOzPVkpvdMRqGmufIjHt3ShPNf2608jTcEChiFUKrQFBlvyaE/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252815%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1151" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9sf-5W-WZnOoTJitncKbOuPtVH2wDJJNO6DqVL8kBSGdBjijo2MUgQ-w6awWev_rgzEccPDWg4ZuuDdYHo7wlLWFs2MnOzPVkpvdMRqGmufIjHt3ShPNf2608jTcEChiFUKrQFBlvyaE/s320/Waldron+tower+%252815%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3qXN2M4462vtMmQfKPmoKadzEwWYF57zKXttjHkhz6trHcfrYAzvyYhcW_u-7QaeH559Igl-FoIkcDJa4peC6K9cEwd68i-aPVqry-9ITmteSUcAFZS796ycHWSjfIvrUa81HZMZwz4K/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252813%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3qXN2M4462vtMmQfKPmoKadzEwWYF57zKXttjHkhz6trHcfrYAzvyYhcW_u-7QaeH559Igl-FoIkcDJa4peC6K9cEwd68i-aPVqry-9ITmteSUcAFZS796ycHWSjfIvrUa81HZMZwz4K/s320/Waldron+tower+%252813%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It's a bland beige brick tower at first glance, but with such caprice, embracing all that was iconoclastic in the International Style, everywhere one looks. McKendry includes a brief but laudatory comment: "the city building that most successfully shows the potential for beauty in the International Style." She mentions the curved lines and broken cornice. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2Pw5R0wGdazvxUnazZcWH7s61O_rV-1eAW4yTak_dnu7fWPWDzS4sg5ZySQZtKwPJFEf_GqY77xFktxpyWh6_-RX_e6WR7Rib4U3Ai_jJobbe_nqMoW3BKnr6SNGdQgZpcCEGIWF53-0/s2048/Waldron+tower+%25288%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2Pw5R0wGdazvxUnazZcWH7s61O_rV-1eAW4yTak_dnu7fWPWDzS4sg5ZySQZtKwPJFEf_GqY77xFktxpyWh6_-RX_e6WR7Rib4U3Ai_jJobbe_nqMoW3BKnr6SNGdQgZpcCEGIWF53-0/s320/Waldron+tower+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgefkeOVU4RGzHc6t-7zAFqqSrBLhzB8W-Vs7PUW41RmxHEllGbBwuhbDNxiHbV2dq792rFq6Le7P-a1n3ymu5_KnHGGYG-4krm9NgqYJNSRsIcmXq8oyOsKl0LZXS5lHjO2W8PsX4cLB/s2048/Waldron+tower+%25287%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgefkeOVU4RGzHc6t-7zAFqqSrBLhzB8W-Vs7PUW41RmxHEllGbBwuhbDNxiHbV2dq792rFq6Le7P-a1n3ymu5_KnHGGYG-4krm9NgqYJNSRsIcmXq8oyOsKl0LZXS5lHjO2W8PsX4cLB/s320/Waldron+tower+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMOVkJenPlpXAmsEUeGWMmdxhYC2q_QIti2MEGwA3HvgcpBLwWUYmhYnO6XzEbbVss7HNQHJIMXM2V1EDC4h1MvLX7-GsSDBzMnTmKTNNG39q6odUqL04SEa9xr_2GmcTCbf58MHOlCPs/s2048/Waldron+tower+%25286%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMOVkJenPlpXAmsEUeGWMmdxhYC2q_QIti2MEGwA3HvgcpBLwWUYmhYnO6XzEbbVss7HNQHJIMXM2V1EDC4h1MvLX7-GsSDBzMnTmKTNNG39q6odUqL04SEa9xr_2GmcTCbf58MHOlCPs/s320/Waldron+tower+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>More and more curves in concrete.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ikWPo3WZ_xXdO84-d7pLznQVqTzyoe91Fe-tvmLw5mJAJMfEjBSPIM7PAFMaYaRGqHRD7V5RjsksSlT4JCxbYpI2GVheA2xEkb624WRQs6QN4ArW-aYInLi4YQfSJ4ApBF0OOMgt2PX2/s2048/Waldron+tower+%25284%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ikWPo3WZ_xXdO84-d7pLznQVqTzyoe91Fe-tvmLw5mJAJMfEjBSPIM7PAFMaYaRGqHRD7V5RjsksSlT4JCxbYpI2GVheA2xEkb624WRQs6QN4ArW-aYInLi4YQfSJ4ApBF0OOMgt2PX2/s320/Waldron+tower+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Look up, look way up. McKendry suggests this very tall building looks light because of the broken cornice and curved lines.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpekolDFs3QgQEY0_K108RuM291wOk9LkRQVU5JEbgAkUxnPod3tHH7DHS37MZZcTs06gDk5w4dozREx0w474H_WgmvRW6z1Wu2g4bsMKwM63pGX6DpJIAps07yW71mpn7V9yMwXXOBOwp/s2048/Waldron+tower+%25282%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1151" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpekolDFs3QgQEY0_K108RuM291wOk9LkRQVU5JEbgAkUxnPod3tHH7DHS37MZZcTs06gDk5w4dozREx0w474H_WgmvRW6z1Wu2g4bsMKwM63pGX6DpJIAps07yW71mpn7V9yMwXXOBOwp/s320/Waldron+tower+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Incidentally, the book where I finally found some architectural mention of Waldron Tower is <i>Modern Architecture in Kingston - A survey of 20th century buildings</i>, self-published, 2014, by Jennifer McKendry.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMapvDmqlMpWNpeTOBCPY5LeGKeoaI8hq_4Dfn_Z-4D_lv2jITozD9CmCTPX_CHE4UGIdo49dl1tog3MmiyEEeRoJbFrW9QzOvaTcA7yvhTz3b-WO8aI9s6V53_ZJQXQEE7s3AuKYAnKSw/s2048/Waldron++%25285%2529.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMapvDmqlMpWNpeTOBCPY5LeGKeoaI8hq_4Dfn_Z-4D_lv2jITozD9CmCTPX_CHE4UGIdo49dl1tog3MmiyEEeRoJbFrW9QzOvaTcA7yvhTz3b-WO8aI9s6V53_ZJQXQEE7s3AuKYAnKSw/s320/Waldron++%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Notice the tiny square porthole like windows on the slightly concave end wall?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_MZKErWyNVA65UF5i8zZsAkwqbGpkYWVVW6Jx3K5K73pItrv8dlDxfPwcmWnPdzSnu0MALwTGX6eFZPg3vpIeZaByBdIXEjQVjDn4ahpoGRzc7GbAzq4opuqBZsG-7dhivo3AbZffjwA/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252820%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1122" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_MZKErWyNVA65UF5i8zZsAkwqbGpkYWVVW6Jx3K5K73pItrv8dlDxfPwcmWnPdzSnu0MALwTGX6eFZPg3vpIeZaByBdIXEjQVjDn4ahpoGRzc7GbAzq4opuqBZsG-7dhivo3AbZffjwA/s320/Waldron+tower+%252820%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sorry if this post trails out a bit. As undisciplined as I was while taking photos, I have been even more profligate at sharing them. And as I have complained before, "new" Blogger does not allow portrait oriented photos to be moved into a comfy side by side arrangement. And that's an improvement how?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfC9mgBhh9up4UJLbJnKuwPAL7yimRxqMDZXxQdA4YlC_TqKXXBOotPa-pbtQtYzYxRYY1Uv7khuvsovzY7T1t6A_VWiznSu6_96cU8rfy6347Z785zLCWAwUJSuAru75h-CO0c6gCUZi/s2048/Waldron+tower+%252814%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1151" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfC9mgBhh9up4UJLbJnKuwPAL7yimRxqMDZXxQdA4YlC_TqKXXBOotPa-pbtQtYzYxRYY1Uv7khuvsovzY7T1t6A_VWiznSu6_96cU8rfy6347Z785zLCWAwUJSuAru75h-CO0c6gCUZi/s320/Waldron+tower+%252814%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The datestone - 1968. I had to sneak up what looked like a private drive, behind the wonderful Katherine Bermingham Macklem house which now houses a hospital department, to find it. Unmistakeable. The whole building a celebration of what I knew to be its era.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In closing. A Streetview <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.222744,-76.490933,355.58h,-1.59p,1z">link</a>, if you fancy a wander yourself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-73742913649623377882020-10-06T15:38:00.001-04:002022-05-23T18:19:54.912-04:00Or is it just me...?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOg_B6mPpms-qJWV2Qx76DVrzSIZj2WcDnsD0_U3zyU1nJDRKvH4Zcp7D6cVC8wIbLcifclggLMw7YakmLTKRwi_54UzoZrB9IAj5zsrCkaG0DsyFmBlVfTpuB1zj0gmw1tJPJRb9gCvc/s2048/King+Street+Lauren+Harris+house+%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOg_B6mPpms-qJWV2Qx76DVrzSIZj2WcDnsD0_U3zyU1nJDRKvH4Zcp7D6cVC8wIbLcifclggLMw7YakmLTKRwi_54UzoZrB9IAj5zsrCkaG0DsyFmBlVfTpuB1zj0gmw1tJPJRb9gCvc/w532-h316/King+Street+Lauren+Harris+house+%25283%2529.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">During my dear husband's final autumn in 2020, we spent many hours in Kingston while he received attention at the fine hospital. I spent hours amidst the city's changing foliage, wandering Kingston streets within a half-hour or so of KGH. One reason is the biological imperative. As non-patients were forbidden access to the comforts of the hospital, due to the exigencies of the pandemic, one was forced to seek relief either at the top of City Park, or the extreme west end of Breakwater Park, a heart-healthy 20 to 25 minutes away. There was an evil genius at work. Upon arriving at one biffy, signs often directed the sufferer to the other, maintenance being promised. Nevertheless, there was always plenty to see (a needed distraction) on the quest. And this house along King Street never fails to delight me. I tried several times one day to capture the classical calm, the brilliant foliage, and the shadow, all of which put me in mind of one of Lauren Harris' early Toronto houses. Sadly, trees on either side prevented me getting what I wanted (the theme of the walk.) Streetview did a rather <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.222141,-76.502104,280.83h,3.68p,2z" target="_blank">better job</a>, actually, from the intersection, safer in a vehicle than on foot. But really, is not the genius in the light? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQpIVIlrG3NLEhT8Xw13jb3AaxhhOXhoA5SxRGJ_TLUjOYNFGXRyqmtYKOPhcjwpIEvwVjNU_Y8BJ1OKU9e9ZzEa-l_VoGwOqhAtSV_JEN0xMP280O-h6Yw2B3FJ4kDKgg9jhZr6bDSAF/s640/Lawren+Harris+house+5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="640" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQpIVIlrG3NLEhT8Xw13jb3AaxhhOXhoA5SxRGJ_TLUjOYNFGXRyqmtYKOPhcjwpIEvwVjNU_Y8BJ1OKU9e9ZzEa-l_VoGwOqhAtSV_JEN0xMP280O-h6Yw2B3FJ4kDKgg9jhZr6bDSAF/w200-h166/Lawren+Harris+house+5.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I may, a couple of Harris houses to make the point. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiP14yi0b_gW5c29_2FK0vLTJtoUevqDKBEoHDWSAzcsO5-Sw54Pw1pv84SuTFzNpxJiI-Uk-CFdqy1hyphenhyphenKZmCOscaAb2WaW-LZyMaKmq1XzjGttM1x30OfJqXr9wavKxMi9BkJeJt6ZlDK/s250/Lawren+Harris+house+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="250" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiP14yi0b_gW5c29_2FK0vLTJtoUevqDKBEoHDWSAzcsO5-Sw54Pw1pv84SuTFzNpxJiI-Uk-CFdqy1hyphenhyphenKZmCOscaAb2WaW-LZyMaKmq1XzjGttM1x30OfJqXr9wavKxMi9BkJeJt6ZlDK/w200-h162/Lawren+Harris+house+2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF8pRVM21EVlS5uxoFxlq9rFGvd5oc-VnhYSmB_isnfKQfVFJV4T7zmCLFHCHy1AJmdm5crPPEocxqaruAGkKH7JA6v5ID5w98spfwzCa6inj9drn3xV8PfFPzRlTDvvWZCRfAzCXoIdQ/s225/Lawren+Harris+house+1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF8pRVM21EVlS5uxoFxlq9rFGvd5oc-VnhYSmB_isnfKQfVFJV4T7zmCLFHCHy1AJmdm5crPPEocxqaruAGkKH7JA6v5ID5w98spfwzCa6inj9drn3xV8PfFPzRlTDvvWZCRfAzCXoIdQ/w200-h200/Lawren+Harris+house+1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-32653313515891036312020-09-02T11:14:00.005-04:002020-09-03T10:11:58.910-04:00When Plywood was King<div class="separator"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFT12Mco9YpyWp4nx3GkU7SJWJ-NiwxB4NXtJvgsix9Ri2ud8o0h5lg2ssYi_2UDw2bAKhwk_qDzIgkndlgYubcTfZLzXyi2vwoQtK2OLvudypE4s0MUwEz7twj4ZT6Lzn7fbk36x2_eJ/s440/Bridge+Street+demolition+-+Eric.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="440" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFT12Mco9YpyWp4nx3GkU7SJWJ-NiwxB4NXtJvgsix9Ri2ud8o0h5lg2ssYi_2UDw2bAKhwk_qDzIgkndlgYubcTfZLzXyi2vwoQtK2OLvudypE4s0MUwEz7twj4ZT6Lzn7fbk36x2_eJ/w391-h255/Bridge+Street+demolition+-+Eric.JPG" title="credit: Eric Pierce" width="391" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo credit: Eric Pierce</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <div> One day this summer, my brother happened by the site of the new Port Picton development which is beginning to transform the landscape above Picton Bay, along busy Bridge Street. Turns out, he captured a moment that had immense significance for us, and none at all for the developers or the heavy equipment operators. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTPYdE048IFnox71nc5gdSyAyJ1Zy8-GNRaVRxG-a_DKb3bLpKPLWY-tI_XQya0beLXWWghgo_PjwXbeiSLbqYeevqp_VHTanT88yIBVDak3HmFNH9d3ACPi4MQwvsfW_5CwIBkRZcoR3/s2048/Bridge+Street+demo+-+Eric.2.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTPYdE048IFnox71nc5gdSyAyJ1Zy8-GNRaVRxG-a_DKb3bLpKPLWY-tI_XQya0beLXWWghgo_PjwXbeiSLbqYeevqp_VHTanT88yIBVDak3HmFNH9d3ACPi4MQwvsfW_5CwIBkRZcoR3/w328-h246/Bridge+Street+demo+-+Eric.2.jpg" width="328" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo credit: Eric Pierce</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Within minutes, this ordinary family home, which housed our parents for a couple of happy decades in the 1980s and early 90s, and could have provided (affordable?) housing for others, was rubble. Nothing salvaged. Time is money. Turns out this simple raised (well, built into the slope, with the coveted 'walkout basement') bungalow is one of several along Bridge Street which ended up 'behind the fence' and demolished as part of the 'vision' for this part of town.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQblENblbsydxPqaYZJZnrKCIhnb_t430u8oNvV9sBAeLUFdn0joHUB4jBZOKtKpx62LijPZBhS5-OZI0pxc011OnsSON68sS4xJQktujBAThdDqWtW-AO5CUAxfEBV-KC4JHHmtZJFkk/s2048/Bridge+Street+demo+-+Eric.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQblENblbsydxPqaYZJZnrKCIhnb_t430u8oNvV9sBAeLUFdn0joHUB4jBZOKtKpx62LijPZBhS5-OZI0pxc011OnsSON68sS4xJQktujBAThdDqWtW-AO5CUAxfEBV-KC4JHHmtZJFkk/w328-h246/Bridge+Street+demo+-+Eric.jpg" width="328" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo credit: Eric Pierce</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I compared the aerial view of the property in this 1919 Picton Gazette <a href="http://www.pictongazette.ca/2019/01/16/major-development-planned-for-picton-harbour/">article</a> with its tabletop miniature <a href="https://portpicton.ca/condos/">concept</a> of Monopoly houses created by the architects and I see a few other casualties. Trees. Promises of parks and walkways must compensate. The stately Claramount, lawyer Edward Young's 1903 Colonial Revival mansion ( Ancestral Roofs post <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2019/03/diy.html">DIY</a>) is being refashioned as a spa clubhouse. The fate of lovely red brick Taylor home sheltered among well-aged trees is unclear. It has been <a href="http://wellingtontimes.ca/port-picton-2/">moved</a> as has the little gatehouse beside the Claramount. The stone wall has been removed, to be rebuilt later? I have my hopes pinned on local developer Cleave, who is reported to respect historic buildings.</p><p>Here's a Streetview <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@44.01167,-77.130688,349.15h,1.07p,1z">link</a> dated May 2018. I hope it helps you remember the street as it was, for a while yet.</p><p>I had a look at the Port Picton <a href="https://portpicton.ca/condos/">prospectus</a>. "Stylish living...benchmark for luxury living." European style kitchens, engineered hardwood floors, porcelain, ceramic, quartz, pot lights, bright white walls and expanses of glass in the file photos. Promises for "luxury in a natural environment", a confidence that the vast assortment of wildlife will remain in the area, and the birds that call the ancient trees home will be unruffled. Feeling a sense of loss, somehow. This is a new lifestyle and design aesthetic. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz0iuYJnsrtzWkpIzE4XRof64eRQR3YOmH9wWxwRD9HGR-lFM0gKpTAI3yl5POc1XRyVXHppV6f_Pw3ctv5usJyBdGkKXOWA-0l0IPw0kjGZsH56VsjXpUUrDb4KrUfrJYhFc5sqiZcnL/s1024/Bridge+Street+Picton2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1008" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz0iuYJnsrtzWkpIzE4XRof64eRQR3YOmH9wWxwRD9HGR-lFM0gKpTAI3yl5POc1XRyVXHppV6f_Pw3ctv5usJyBdGkKXOWA-0l0IPw0kjGZsH56VsjXpUUrDb4KrUfrJYhFc5sqiZcnL/w322-h328/Bridge+Street+Picton2.jpg" width="322" /></a></div>I like to think back to that plain unfashionable bungalow. Wood panelling, patterned indoor outdoor carpet, hand-built plywood kitchen cupboards. Sears curtains, ivy printed wallpaper, harvest gold appliances, floral print sofas from a local store, piles of books and tchotchkes, hand-quilted treasures, family photos, furniture from the grandparents and beyond. Trees planted and pruned by dad, a neighbouring lot lovingly maintained.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw52JbU38YTWixA8B0_2TKuhrGVt4OoP7ysg-mebSZBZjBwf2IHFeEdhxL0q7uRQoQkc3hOmrxW2IEFqdqXxSO5KWIl3LmhoXl5YMcQsHoPySrVH0lnQaosLerfLSSYImBNt3m41uKXn3h/s1017/Bridge+Street+Picton3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="1017" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw52JbU38YTWixA8B0_2TKuhrGVt4OoP7ysg-mebSZBZjBwf2IHFeEdhxL0q7uRQoQkc3hOmrxW2IEFqdqXxSO5KWIl3LmhoXl5YMcQsHoPySrVH0lnQaosLerfLSSYImBNt3m41uKXn3h/w328-h327/Bridge+Street+Picton3.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05F_-o0rGWFFc1BykfZ9uX3EfdRgfO4OJeGOilUbAMynHPkD2o28PRubtmBdJHf3WxG9a2_heluBcpi_NN0gRWCtCWkUUFF1_bESUMjh0Ie7X0ckx7WwaPSqBMYZgLMNMi383c6fiYhAU/s1171/Bridge+Street+Picton8.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="1168" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05F_-o0rGWFFc1BykfZ9uX3EfdRgfO4OJeGOilUbAMynHPkD2o28PRubtmBdJHf3WxG9a2_heluBcpi_NN0gRWCtCWkUUFF1_bESUMjh0Ie7X0ckx7WwaPSqBMYZgLMNMi383c6fiYhAU/w326-h328/Bridge+Street+Picton8.jpg" width="326" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"> A handbuilt deck where Dad held dominion over the barbeque. I remember visits to that house from B.C., and shortly later, from our first home back in Ontario. Big and small Picton events - the <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2013/01/love-and-loss-villeneuve-castle.html">Villeneuve castle</a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/6132898085410789426/8555051769152818829"> </a>explosion happened within view of the picture window. A visit from a dear mum from England. </span><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxWZkmOOTBNKSIWye8N-H2FI_VJdV9cVkoEFTYglnBUonBkhabFm9ifRYPfiFUo6q7eGoepkYieViCnuO8Myjcsb08U4HzEtvYHv_wlgzidBaIRhe932KNYZeAQjJgQV0xPgpbtpuQl4Z/s1344/Bridge+Street+Picton5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1344" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxWZkmOOTBNKSIWye8N-H2FI_VJdV9cVkoEFTYglnBUonBkhabFm9ifRYPfiFUo6q7eGoepkYieViCnuO8Myjcsb08U4HzEtvYHv_wlgzidBaIRhe932KNYZeAQjJgQV0xPgpbtpuQl4Z/w328-h254/Bridge+Street+Picton5.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0ofED4hG9hc9r7p4y4zKczAF1E734gF6RZ-W0n-5w3jHLgn3UwFNSLj9fvhkJQktKvaO8sONeEsJl99pSf6ILkCcB_0baPWy3cyYZkX0lLnmuAFvqfamJUwx_WmlU0AIZWr09MZ9RlMb/s1744/Bridge+Street+Picton6.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="1248" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0ofED4hG9hc9r7p4y4zKczAF1E734gF6RZ-W0n-5w3jHLgn3UwFNSLj9fvhkJQktKvaO8sONeEsJl99pSf6ILkCcB_0baPWy3cyYZkX0lLnmuAFvqfamJUwx_WmlU0AIZWr09MZ9RlMb/w234-h328/Bridge+Street+Picton6.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><p> Warm welcomes always, and lots and lots of celebratory dinners. Christmas fare stored in the attached garage, a custom pocket door to the cold room Mom's biggest convenience. Dad always working on a project or other in the basement. So many warm family memories. I look forward to sharing this with my brother, and hearing his recollections too.</p><p><br /></p><p>I wish the newcomers at Port Picton well. I hope their lives are filled with warmth and love, in the shiny new world they're creating for themselves.</p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-18901459280623097802020-08-31T15:18:00.001-04:002020-09-01T08:47:45.167-04:00To the Manor - born and died<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjtk8H30V8WQtTVG_i0-1Z40jo-iUhYy-Wzg0p-zhtoUFyDc0FTfk73T86cWc2UlQLaDXl26GLa7OxNIXcHoA6um1oIKlb-liFEdbdZxIXKfRRXN9OiOK8fO45nABx1uWZg-JtIJ9_rRy/s2048/IMG_1795.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjtk8H30V8WQtTVG_i0-1Z40jo-iUhYy-Wzg0p-zhtoUFyDc0FTfk73T86cWc2UlQLaDXl26GLa7OxNIXcHoA6um1oIKlb-liFEdbdZxIXKfRRXN9OiOK8fO45nABx1uWZg-JtIJ9_rRy/w410-h307/IMG_1795.JPG" width="410" /></a></div><br /> I am indulging in demolition porn this afternoon, researching for a post. I'm studying images of the ruins of a home once dear to our family, lost to the Port Picton development. <p></p><p>As I Googled through articles about demolitions, I came across <a href="https://www.countylive.ca/former-picton-manor-site-to-become-housing-for-families/">this one</a> on County Live, an account of the razing of the old Picton hospital, which reformed as Picton Manor, a nursing home in its later years, stood vacant for several more, and has now given way to a new development. </p><p>Down this rabbit hole for a while. I was born here, recall having my tonsils out here, spending time with on-duty mom when she returned to nursing at the care home, and visiting Georgia, a dear family friend, when she made Picton Manor her final home. </p><p>Must drop by the old 'hood one day, to see if there is progress on promised housing. The town is certainly hopping with building projects - doubt I'll recognize it in 10 years.</p><p>I wrote about Picton Manor a few years ago. I'll let the post <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2016/10/life-cycles.html">Life Cycles</a> speak for itself. Enough to say, I was born in this old hospital turned Manor, and something in me died when it was lost. I'll go pay my respects to its ruins in the newspaper account.</p>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-89815636278636084642020-08-31T10:30:00.021-04:002020-08-31T18:45:35.736-04:00Where's Wolford? <div class="separator"> Not too long ago, we actually went somewhere. The recent dearth of AR posts attests to a long pandemic self-isolation, when even a solo drive in the country felt like civil disobedience.</div><div class="separator"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirv3BbtFP-gc9ikZsn6dO53WXTGRmPZlkTzyaZEHnryDbshGtob-YyuW5KAcE9BQnwnJs67T7YR9eSq3Gsvph2QT3nh1B9hORldlRO4OzEwXfxDnKp7d-_UOiloAuzNfo83oqxdpmVHcYm/s2048/Jasper%252C+Rideau+Locks%252C+Merrickville+%252814%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1586" data-original-width="2048" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirv3BbtFP-gc9ikZsn6dO53WXTGRmPZlkTzyaZEHnryDbshGtob-YyuW5KAcE9BQnwnJs67T7YR9eSq3Gsvph2QT3nh1B9hORldlRO4OzEwXfxDnKp7d-_UOiloAuzNfo83oqxdpmVHcYm/w328-h254/Jasper%252C+Rideau+Locks%252C+Merrickville+%252814%2529.JPG" width="328" /></a></div>We spent a delightful week at a secluded cottage on the Rideau River and although we passed three of the days immobile like cats in the sun watching the river run, we did go on a couple of visits to favourite sites on the UNESCO World Heritage Site Rideau locks system, and to others we hadn't met yet. A quick shufty online mentioned a church of historical interest, Wolford Chapel. And wasn't Wolford Chapel just down the road, a nearby dot on the map? We began scouting around for an historic stone church, further dignified by a bright blue Ontario Heritage plaque. <div><br /></div><div>Wolford Chapel is associated with Sir John Graves Simcoe, the first Lieutenant-Governor of Upper Canada, 1791 - 1796, back when we needed imported vice-regal authority to manage our fledgling country on behalf of the British Crown.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2QtaPIxbFdX9fQ5MsS337L3umR80icGHfezT-hQK3MM4QlwcvR2vCvap16XFcYEuA-1xqzrRO7Pdd6eRU3WyoLxw0DVx24pQPCbIlwTwAgwD0DhZnvqo3G19g15QkeKkzhNS3FrgvZcC/s2048/Jasper%252C+Rideau+Locks%252C+Merrickville+%252816%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2QtaPIxbFdX9fQ5MsS337L3umR80icGHfezT-hQK3MM4QlwcvR2vCvap16XFcYEuA-1xqzrRO7Pdd6eRU3WyoLxw0DVx24pQPCbIlwTwAgwD0DhZnvqo3G19g15QkeKkzhNS3FrgvZcC/w328-h246/Jasper%252C+Rideau+Locks%252C+Merrickville+%252816%2529.JPG" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div>We found this tidy Carpenter Gothic at the corner, and did a quick recce. No plaque. No suggestion that there might have been an earlier stone church clad in wood siding, after an ill-advised improving decision at some point. No confidence that the great Simcoe would have been buried in this bucolic farming country.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ah - no similarity at all, actually. A quick return online, and the truth emerged. The photo at this <a href="https://www.heritagetrust.on.ca/en/properties/wolford-chapel">link</a> explains everything. Ah, well, it does raise a few additional questions, but we'll come to that. Wolford Chapel is on what remains of the Simcoe estate in Honiton, Devon, England. The chapel was built of local limestone and roofed with slate, in 1802, at Simcoe's behest. Sadly, Simcoe died (and was buried here) upon his return to England after his Upper Canada service, before heading off for similar responsibilities in India.</div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYDqhZXG_V5XQsR00MN4UEijYo5dXPBlxwOd21ujqzOGycp6BEHapgMYIh4adWyHB7LOlSTaZvEXpMEoDudPB6V4bvAYj5VrK4KRNoI3j3pWyAVBt1BUle8dZ993tSXO6KMsS_j8stedH/s1024/Wolford+Chapel+-+Wikipedia.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYDqhZXG_V5XQsR00MN4UEijYo5dXPBlxwOd21ujqzOGycp6BEHapgMYIh4adWyHB7LOlSTaZvEXpMEoDudPB6V4bvAYj5VrK4KRNoI3j3pWyAVBt1BUle8dZ993tSXO6KMsS_j8stedH/w328-h219/Wolford+Chapel+-+Wikipedia.jpg" width="328" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the real Wolford Chapel (Wikipedia. Credit: Stev</span>e <span style="font-size: x-small;">Kieretsu)</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>The church remained with the estate during its eventual subdivision and selling-off. The most recent owner, Sir Geoffrey Harmsworth, likely not wanting to be lumbered with its maintenance, had a brainwave. In 1966, 160 years after Simcoe's death, Harmsworth donated the chapel to Canada - the Sir John Graves Simcoe Memorial Foundation, actually. So Premier John Robarts received the deed on behalf of the people of Ontario, and in 1982 the Ontario Heritage Trust acquired the property. Dedicated English volunteers maintain the chapel on behalf of the province. Don't anyone tell Doug Ford.</div><div><br /></div><div>Research for this post has rekindled my interest in Elizabeth Posthuma Simcoe, who not surprisingly is also buried at the chapel in Devon, along with many of her many children. She enjoyed her stay in Upper Canada with hubby. Admittedly, it was likely not a life of many hardships, as was life for many of her contemporaries, newly arrived in the bush. But she distinguished herself with an enthusiasm for life - as a diarist, artist, traveller and centre of a brilliant social life. Her delicate watercolours and sketches, with that soft English complexion, create a fascinating look at early Toronto (it was Sir John, after all, who selected the location for York and the fledgling government.) One of Elizabeth's watercolours depicts her home, Castle Frank.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy6zvFVO3_6imToj_9YDWsvZbsuR1CiIzJgKKa0se_RKLwWB3cK1_Qa0mqEOJ_0Y0TNQAm56QVaCSlazoStYu3VjZUQertEtKNl6TzWrcj8VWB54eoIIA-Lor9lbW3dtrjDpwYSLDaYxY/s640/Castlefrank-1796-Archives-of-Ontario-Elizabeth+Graves+Simcoe.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="640" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimy6zvFVO3_6imToj_9YDWsvZbsuR1CiIzJgKKa0se_RKLwWB3cK1_Qa0mqEOJ_0Y0TNQAm56QVaCSlazoStYu3VjZUQertEtKNl6TzWrcj8VWB54eoIIA-Lor9lbW3dtrjDpwYSLDaYxY/w328-h314/Castlefrank-1796-Archives-of-Ontario-Elizabeth+Graves+Simcoe.jpg" width="328" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Castle Frank with fluffy Constable trees - Elizabeth Simcoe<br />Archives of Ontario</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever wondered about the Castle at Castle Frank Road, Toronto? Or are you like me, who on the rare occasions I've been driving east on Bloor, positioning myself for the needle's eye that marks the descent to the Don Valley Parkway, preoccupied with "I'm going to die" thoughts? Perhaps, if you've ever stood around waiting for the train at the Castle Frank subway station (no castle that) you might have pondered the name. </div><div><br /></div><div>Turns out, there is a <a href="http://torontoplaques.com/Pages/Elizabeth_Posthuma_Simcoe.html">plaque</a> on the surprisingly leafy grounds of Rosedale Heights School of the Arts (risen phoenix-like from the former Castle Frank High School) at <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@43.67393,-79.36781,218.57h,-10.61p,1z">711 Bloor St. East</a>. The OHT plaque commemorates Elizabeth Posthuma (so named by lugubrious relatives to honour the recent death of both parents) Simcoe, diarist and artist, who so enjoyed the freedoms of Upper Canada. And the plaque marks the approximate location of the couple's home in the wilderness, poised at the top of the bluff overlooking the Don River.</div>Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-44926449998698171262020-04-11T14:53:00.002-04:002020-04-11T14:53:57.387-04:00Pier Influence<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Brighton UK holiday, March 2019. Needs must, and the trudge to the pier happened. I've always been fascinated by the Victorian pleasure piers - nothing in my childhood remotely like them. Blackpool and others occasionally slunk into adult conversation, like slightly sinister characters in British novels. Later, Skegness Pier in Lincolnshire peopled reminiscences from my dear one's British childhood.<br />
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Pleasure piers boomed during Victoria's reign, as people's horizons widened due to increasing prosperity and mobility. I talked about the new leisure phenomenon in this Australia-based <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2020/01/queenscliff-is-so-bracing.html">post</a> - though our horizons aren't quite so wide this time.<br />
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According to this 5-Minute History <a href="https://fiveminutehistory.com/18-victorian-seaside-pleasure-piers/">site</a>, wonderful for the vintage photographs, painful for the appalling advertising, the pier idea started small. Over time, with the promise of shillings to be made, the sea-reaching structures, originally landing stages for tour boats, grew into "complex entertainment venues with ornate pavilions, delicate ironwork and exotic lighting."<br />
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Looking at these images, I am astonished at the lengths the builders went to - and at the tenacity of the structures constructed far out into the ocean, as if daring the sea to do its worst. And sometimes it did. In 1896 a raging storm destroyed the work in progress, almost ending the pier before it began.<br />
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By 1850 there were a dozen piers throughout the country, the age's great thing, cast iron, providing reliable footings, although the wood frame confections built atop them were less viable, many succumbing to fire. By 1900, over 80 pleasure piers lured the masses to the seaside. Some retained their jetty jauntiness, others were outfitted with theatres, bars and restaurants, domed pavilions splendidly adorned.<br />
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And that's when hagstones entered the conversation. Our family collects 'lucky rocks'. Might you know about them? Our mother started the tradition of looking for these smooth beach rocks pierced by tiny holes, Lake Ontario's limestone shingle being an especially good hunting ground. In some circles, they're called hagstones, with Druidic connections. I have maybe a dozen 'lucky rocks' in bowls and baskets, any container that will hold luck. Included is a bright orange lucky stone Den found on Brighton Beach.<br />
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But here's quick <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sb-F71kgcB4">overview</a> - although the length is astonishing, and its age impressive, there's not much magic here, IMHO.<br />
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Now these photos don't contain any magic, either, taken as they were on a chilly March day. Then again, they wouldn't have any appeal to me in the pale sunshine of a July English day.<br />
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Brighton Palace Pier is the darling of day-trippers still today, though shorn of any trappings of high culture it might once have had, its theatre and reading rooms demolished, an amusement dome replacing them.<br />
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"Our war-bride aunt" as we are prone to calling her, recently recalled going dancing at Brighton Pier with our uncle, from her home/his army training camp in Surrey.<br />
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Not a dancing day. For me, the appeal lay in searching out vestiges of the historic pier, anachronistic bits of cast iron, timeless planking, the endless sea. This Arthur Lloyd <a href="http://www.arthurlloyd.co.uk/Brighton/MusicHallAtThePalacePierBrighton.htm">gallery</a> of ephemera and post cards helps.<br />
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The pier's own website manages to include a bit of <a href="http://www.brightonpier.co.uk/history-of-the-pier">history</a> along with exciting news about rides and attractions ("wristbands here, save 25%,") food and drink, and an Instagram gallery.<br />
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Incidentally, even the academics are having a <a href="http://arts.brighton.ac.uk/projects/the-peoples-pier">look</a> at the pier phenom, though whether this project survived past 2016 is something I haven't pursued, in favour of travelling further back in time.<br />
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Brighton Palace Pier is the third pier built in the city. The Royal Suspension Chain Pier preceded it, built in 1823 and destroyed by a storm in 1896. It looked like an Egyptian inspired suspension bridge reaching out into the sea, from what I can tell from this Brighton History Museum <a href="https://www.brightontoymuseum.co.uk/index/Category:Chain_Pier">site</a>. The Brighton Palace Pier was its replacement (things got messy, but we won't go into that here.)<br />
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I am strangely moved by the story of the West Pier, visible as a tiny skeleton on the horizon at the left of this photo. It was opened in 1866, just offshore from <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2020/04/back-to-square-one.html">Regency Square</a> (in fact residents of the square objected to its construction, destined as it was to bring the daytrippers and who knows what sort of people to their shores. Down-market, darling.)<br />
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The West Pier and the extinct Chain Pier were contemporaries. A concert hall was added on the West Pier in 1916; an astonishing 2 million visitors enjoyed the pier between 1918 and 1919.<br />
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Things have gone badly for the West Pier. In the first decade of 2000, major sections collapsed, two fires 'happened', and "structured demolition", whatever that is, took place in 2010, according to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Pier">Wikipedia</a>. The skeletal dome visible in this <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@50.821548,-0.150862,196.65h,-8.16p,1z">Streetview</a>, er, view was what we saw last spring. (Incidentally, if you turn 180 degrees from that capture, you get a fine view of the Regency Square.)<br />
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And were you to visit Brighton today, you could take a 'flight' on British Airways i360, a revolving viewing tower offering splendid views, and champagne; check out this <a href="https://britishairwaysi360.com/">promotional video</a>. Ironically, the tower didn't figure in any of our holiday photos, how can something so tall fall below one's radar? Not our kind of thing. Sadly, at the very end of the endlessly repeating loop, you can see the rusting frame of West Pier, once upon a time, the next big thing.Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-73170019761310852322020-04-03T15:22:00.001-04:002020-04-03T15:22:54.746-04:00Back to Square One<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmD0Cn30ZM5lJ_2K9yZohwclNCCEL7swHSMssadJgTOji_KiqzJao3cwvW2ATjy8hsHfrtjszEhze20pgX6LcQi2kX6-uvApNfaJ9wrUfdJzENHgAFdobtTa3tOVBTyo9WecB_q9QQQFd/s1600/IMG_4018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmD0Cn30ZM5lJ_2K9yZohwclNCCEL7swHSMssadJgTOji_KiqzJao3cwvW2ATjy8hsHfrtjszEhze20pgX6LcQi2kX6-uvApNfaJ9wrUfdJzENHgAFdobtTa3tOVBTyo9WecB_q9QQQFd/s320/IMG_4018.JPG" width="320" /></a>It's true. This blog and I spend an inordinate amount of time in Brighton, Ontario. I did try, back in <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-kingdom-for-horse.html">December</a>, to balance things out with a bit of time in the UK's Brighton, commenting on the ridiculously posh (former) horse stables at Brighton Pavilion. But things got away from me (there's a horse allusion somewhere, just can't harness it) and we charged on to Derbyshire, and Sydney, Australia.<br />
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So here's another wander through that other Brighton, from our visit last spring. Our AirBnB stay was a 40 minute walk from Brighton Pier, so each exploration further afield in the breezy damp was a bit of a forced march. But there was this Regency destination.<br />
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Appropriately, our longest march took us to the site of an army camp erected on a former grassy field during the time of George III. That military presence prompted a breathless response from flirtatious Lydia Bennett (<i>Pride and Prejudice.</i>) "Brighton comprises every possibility of earthly happiness"...with its streets "covered with officers" and "all the glory of the camp." (no, dear reader, I did not scour the pages of Austen, this was readily available on a history panel in the somewhat neglected gardens, removed and reinstated in recent years for the installation of an underground parking garage.)<br />
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And it was not military history, or Jane Austen which brought us to this place, it was my dogged determination to see Regency Square, although the very name exudes Austen heroines and their tiny excitements.<br />
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Regency Square was a speculative residential development of 69 terraced houses built between 1818 and 1832, three sides open to the sea and the now-tragic West Pier on the fourth, a once-private fenced garden in the centre. The Square was prestige, the elite gathered.<br />
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Here's an opportunity to cruise the square courtesy of <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@50.823152,-0.150254,180.09h,4.39p,1z">Streetview</a>. One thing you'll notice (and a thing that shocked me, as I had forgotten) is how the busy traffic, street and underground parking, and proliferation of tradesmen's vehicles detracted from the once-serene setting of 200 years ago.<br />
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So I think you might appreciate how difficult it was to get these photos! Thank you.<br />
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The Square is one of the best examples of Regency architecture in Brighton, according to one source. Who's to argue? Traditional town terrace-house style, most of the facade clad in cream-painted stucco, with a few bits of cream brick.<br />
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Other Regency elements: bow fronts, Classical detailing on entrance porches, tripartite bow windows (the better to see the sea), curved cast iron balconies and verandah style canopies, stucco channeled to simulate stone, cornices and parapets, slate roofs, wonderful chimney stacks.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">The architects were the father-son team of Amon and Amon Henry Wilds, who created much of the Regency character of Brighton.</span><br />
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The Regency Colonnade (passageway, in our language) leaks traffic out the northeast corner of the Square (a U, technically) , which the Regency Tavern has occupied since 1870.<br />
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Put yourself in our <a href="https://www.instantstreetview.com/@50.822973,-0.149147,111.97h,6.72p,1z">place</a>, "Shepherd Neame, Britain's Oldest Brewer" on tap. "Sunday roast, award-winning pies."<br />
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The neighbouring Russell Square was lovely too, but lacked a single sightline to encourage me to take away a photo.<br />
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There's <a href="https://www.mybrightonandhove.org.uk/topics/topicstree/books/local_history_resources-9">a book</a>, and I must tell you I've been tempted. Anything to get me back here. This <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nAEtNn_nG8">interviewer</a> (I'm thinking he won the elocution prize at school, and never got over it) speaks with the author of the book. I think it's a charming interview that gives insights into the people who love this place.<br />
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<a href="http://www.regencysociety-jamesgray.com/">This</a> may have to do, in lieu of a return trip. Going through the site would take almost as long. It's the James Grey collection on the <a href="https://regencysociety.org/">Regency Society</a> website, and contains about 7500 photos of Brighton and area. Lots to see and do.<br />
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But the last word on the subject of Regency Square goes to Wi<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regency_Square,_Brighton">kipedia</a>. Not one of your "this is a stub" or "disambiguation required" sort of entries. I think I used up my entire annual donation to Jimmy Wales' project, just reading this account. It's clearly the work of a student of the Square, a detailed description of each and every section of the complex.<br />
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Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-30236046983052051232020-03-21T16:48:00.002-04:002020-03-22T17:24:31.050-04:00Cobblestone Contretemps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nAWaINtNcbxAcciIG1W-hr0H9LOwSN3kGya6VEFrIAuRuKq-INkvGWQDBDPVcGhstrKzCGL7ZDHnqPLXMQyV9A89yVFf7pNLOWezgsU9_EYBHcf-Y-Ax96YarEs4Y7gLNbgtUZY3dWe8/s1600/Cobblestones+and+old+Trent+Road+-+Nov.2-2010+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nAWaINtNcbxAcciIG1W-hr0H9LOwSN3kGya6VEFrIAuRuKq-INkvGWQDBDPVcGhstrKzCGL7ZDHnqPLXMQyV9A89yVFf7pNLOWezgsU9_EYBHcf-Y-Ax96YarEs4Y7gLNbgtUZY3dWe8/s320/Cobblestones+and+old+Trent+Road+-+Nov.2-2010+001.jpg" width="320" /></a>It needs to be said, and a worthy project in New York State, the Cobblestone Info Base, is finally about to clear up the confusion.<br />
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The assertion: "with the exception of one or two, all cobblestone buildings known to exist in Canada are located in the vicinity of Paris, Ontario", which has long irritated me, pops up occasionally in print. For now, at least, it appears on page endearingly titled Ontario Province Structures at <a href="http://cobblestonemuseum.org/">Cobblestonemuseum.org</a>.<br />
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There is more to Ontario's cobblestone heritage , than Paris. Of course, we'll always have <a href="http://images.ourontario.ca/brant/3103942/data?q=cobblestone&submit=Go&fct=1&grd=4399&rows=20&sort=dateSort+asc">Paris</a>.<br />
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But we'll also have Airport Parkway and Roblin Road and Harrington Road, and a goodly number of other Hastings County spots.<br />
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Oddly, the next link down the museum's page connects the reader to a number of photos of Belleville area homes, all cobblestoned neat as you please, and a few properly identified.<br />
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It's curious, but it is reflective of a situation in the process of being rectified.<br />
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Hastings County is home to around a dozen cobblestone structures, thank you very much, and we are proud of the fact. Take that, Paris. </div>
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I've written about this before, many times, in <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2015/05/cobblestone-encounter.html">2015</a>, and back in <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-fist-sized-rock.html">2012</a> and a few other places - the blog is searchable, so if you're a cobblestone fan, feel free to leave the group at this point.<br />
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I've even resorted to print media, producing a piece for Nancy and John Hopkins' fine Hastings County magazine Country Roads: <a href="https://issuu.com/tikit/docs/cr11-04">Classic Rock</a>. Great name, isn't it? Can't take the credit, drat.</div>
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But thanks to a scholarly enterprise by the folks at <a href="http://www.cobblestonemuseum.org/">The Cobblestone Museum</a>, all this is about to be righted.<br />
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I received an email on this blog from Gregory Lawrence, based in New York state, who has devoted some 1500 hours of pro-bono work to identify and index almost ten thousand photos of cobblestone structures across the USA and Canada. Recently he's been working through a 1980s collection of 2250 photos willed to the archives of the Landmark Society of Western NY by the late Martin and Sheila Wolfish of Toronto (and I thought I was a cobblestone nut.) Some of their photos are of Hastings County structures.<br />
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Gregory reached out (love the way blogging connects the like-minded) to ask if I might recognize any of his orphans, and I am delighted to say that all but one was very familiar.<br />
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So, what remains is to identify by address and GPS coordinates, of the few cobblestones among this collection which remain unknown to the Cobblestone Info Base project. For now.<br />
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Recognize any or all of these? You may be scratching your head right now, knowing you've seen one of these rare and unique cobblestone homes in your travels around Belleville, and trying to place it.<br />
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I'm purposely leaving them unnamed at this point, to underscore the importance, the scale, (and the frustration) of the work Greg is doing.<br />
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Here's the official description of the project, all partners correctly credited:<br />
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"The Cobblestone Info Base is a repository for all known and found information on cobblestone structures in New York State, being created pro-bono on behalf of the Cobblestone Society and Museum, Gaines, NY and the Landmark Society of Western NY by Gregory Lawrence. Some structures in other states and Canada are also included as they become known to us. The Cobblestone Info Base is now in official release status and is beginning testing through the Museum's website as a virtual library. To date about 800 cobblestone structures with about 5000 images are included, each structure having a unique web page. The core of the Info Base contains all of the content of "The Cobblestone Buildings in New York State, a Survey by Robert A. Roudabush 1976-1980" and the "Cobblestone Buildings of North American" a blog by Richard Palmer of Syracuse, NY."<br />
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Cool, yes? Proud to be a small part of this. A huge project built on small round stones.Ancestral Roofshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16755249835071665091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6132898085410789426.post-4903009511370810812020-03-19T12:23:00.002-04:002020-03-19T12:23:48.896-04:00Neo-Napanee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We've been watching the former Gibbard offices and factory in the years since its closure. While accepting the inevitability of decline, we've been sustained by the promise of a renewal, a reinvention, a repurposing of the historic place. A few Sundays ago, we had a good look at the Gibbard future.<br />
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Nothing exudes confidence more than an "over 80% sold" announcement papered over the concept billboard of a new vision for an old, unused industrial building. Especially one with the great history, and deep foundations of the former Gibbard factory in Napanee.<br />
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We've visited from <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2015/09/we-used-to-make-things-in-this-country.html">time</a> to <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/2013/04/gibbard-then-and-now.html">time</a>, always mindful that a new use must be found for the venerable furniture factory whose time came, back in 2008. This <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GT6LJkke6Uo">video tribute</a> honours Gibbard's proud history.<br />
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An ascerbic viewer comment on the video summed up the feelings of many: "now the building is being gutted like a fish." But I am hopeful that something fine will endure.<br />
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Here's a <a href="http://jermalism.blogspot.com/2012/06/abandonment-issues-gibbard-furniture.html">tour</a> provided by some urban explorers. Although I don't identify with their approach, they did capture some fascinating photos of the interior of some of the buildings, prior to demolition.<br />
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On our last visit we had a wander for ourselves - strictly on public property. I must admit, it was difficult to see the piles of old brick (for sale incidentally, proceeds to the local hospital), twisted rebar and chunks of broken stone. And the huge hole and raw land that once was Gibbard industry.<br />
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But it was fascinating to peer down through layers of limestone, pondering the concrete floor that had been laid to support the heavy building and its heavy equipment. The energy put into creating this huge complex is being released.<br />
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Several iconic bits remain. The tall brick tower, its cast iron door propped up in another location - to be reunited one day?<br />
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So what rises in its place? This is the <a href="https://gibbarddistrict.ca/">website</a> of the Gibbard District, which communicates the residential/community space vision very enthusiastically - given that it was created to sell us part of it. A very urban concept will be forming up in the shell of the former factory.<br />
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East end Napanee will have to hustle to catch up to the bold styling, it's a bit of a wasteland. But the rest of the town is very appealing, with a great waterfront pub, fashion shops drawing in the Montreal to Toronto crowd, and lots of heritage architecture. And the wonderful Springside Park Trail. Here's a <a href="http://ancestralroofs.blogspot.com/search?q=starlet+napanee">sample</a>.<br />
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Here are some links to media accounts and reflections on the project, a Kingston <a href="https://www.thewhig.com/2018/04/19/napanee-project-in-the-old-gibbard-furniture-company-mindful-of-past-and-future/wcm/a3dc13ae-4c47-e9b4-320b-6abddba44c17">Whig article</a>, a worthy <a href="http://e-history.lennox-addington.on.ca/virtual_exhibits/5_towns_and_industry/gibbards.html">e-History project</a>, and an entrepreneurial approach to the old-growth <a href="https://www.napaneetoday.ca/2019/12/16/39219/">wood</a> from the demolished factory.<br />
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