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The Old Parkdale Hospital

This house still stands at the S/E corner of Cowan and Melbourne.

It was a hospital around 1910 or so..


The Parkdalian

A re-post from another website called

The Parkdalian:

The Floral Suburb

Saturday was a good day, as I had a local history goldmine open up for me. I’ll spare you the details, but this gem was one of the first things I came across. I copied this from a handwritten transcription, so there may be errors. I’ll let the piece speak for itself, shall I?

Toronto Daily Mail, May 19, 1879

Parkdale’s Progress: A Busy Day in the “Floral Suburb”
A tree-planting bee – a procession, music and speeches

Saturday was a gala day in Parkdale. For the information of the people of Canada who are not versed in topography, and who do not know the situation of Parkdale, it may be said that it is a village of very aristocratic pretensions, suburban to Toronto, on the western side. It writes the number of its population in four figures, rejoices in railway communication east, west and north, and steamboat communication on the south, calls all its streets avenues, and points proudly to the fact that land in that delightful locality has increased, within the past few years, from $75 to $800 and $1,000 an acre.

Parkdale, though young, lives for herself. Toronto sought, on diverse occasions, with entreaties and threats to become possessed of her, but she turned coldly from the blandishments of her too experienced lover, whose perfidy is proverbial, and, gathering her spotless skirts closer about her, drew further away from the proposed new housekeeping arrangements which would involve higher water rates, higher gas rates and an uncomfortable burden of taxes.

Adopting the maxim that “A virtuous mind in a fair body is like a fine picture in a good light,” she became austere, proud and chaste. Ostracized the saloon keepers, frowned on negro minstrels, erected several churches, established a pound, built a school house, decorated her dead walls with placards of church meetings, tea-parties, temperance socials, sacred concerts and theological lectures, and became pious in good style. There is no lock-up, one not being required in such a moral community, and the only constable is employed to arrest dogs having no homes or visible means of support, vagabond geese or ducks, wayward cows or truant hogs that presume to desert their lairs in the unhallowed city and invade the sacred precincts of the village.

Parkdalians are proud of their village, and they have reason to be so. Prettily situated on the high land of the lake shore, a fine view of lake and island may be had, and on clear days the far-away blue hills of Niagara are plainly discernible. The principal avenues run down to the water, and in many of them, young as the place is, are charming residences, as stylish, as handsome, and as substantial as any in the city. The selectmen of the village in Council assembled decided to adopt the frontage tax system for local improvement purposes, and the streets, or rather avenues, are to be boulevarded and block paved. A company has offered to establish gas works and supply gas for street lighting and domestic purposes at $1.50 per thousand feet, which is $1 cheaper than in the city. A breakwater is being constructed on the lake shore front of the village to prevent the washing away of the banks, and a wharf is to be constructed for steamboats to stop at. A suburban train service has been established, four trains a day being run over the Northern and Great Western railways between the city and Parkdale and Mimico.

Some time ago, a village improvement society, having for its objective the beautifying of the village by the planting of trees and flowers, was formed, and on Saturday the first tree-planting bee was held. Work commenced early in the morning, and continued until two o’clock, when a procession of villagers took place through the principal avenues. By permission of Major Grey (Reeve of Parkdale), and the officers of the Toronto Field Battery, the band of the Battery was present, under the leadership of Mr. B. F> Cheesbro. When the procession arrived at the school house, the band played the 100th psalm, the audience singing, after which prayer was said by the Rev. J. F. Ockley, of the Parkdale Methodist Church. At the conclusion of the prayer, Madame Stuttaford planted the first tree in the school yard. A strong force of villagers, under the direction of Mr. J. M. Wingfield, Mr. J. Davis and Mr. William Fahey, then set to work “with vigour”, as the programme said, and during the afternoon planted about six hundred trees. At half-past four the band gave a concert in the grounds of the late Rev. George Maynard. Speeches were made by Major Grey, Mayor Beaty, Mr. N. Dickey, Mr. W. T. Mackenzie and others, in the course of which Parkdale was alluded to as the “floral suburb”. After an exciting day, the villagers sought their homes and rest about seven o’clock.


Rural Parkdale

At one time, Parkdale was quite rural and made up of small farms and market gardens.


The simple watercolour below would seem to be west of Roncesvalles, looking along Wright ave. towards Roncesvalles. The back of the church as evidence. This could be the property of John Davison indicated on the map above.



“Miss WH. May.; Inscribed on backing of former frame: corner of Roncesvalles & Wright Ave-/ 1900. N. W & N East. Mr Bushe [?] $[obliterated] / house later moved to Wright Ave 1st house Corn. / Emanuel Church N. W. corner before fire.”



This version of the church burnt in 1927 and was the rebuilt.

Parkdale Garden Party


Mr. Atkinson was the Deputy Reeve of Parkdale and lived on a large property at the South east corner of Queen and Jameson.

Lost Sorauren


More Lost Parkdale

Before the Gardiner Expressway was built, Jameson was a quiet tree lined street with some of the grandest houses in Parkdale. All but two were demolished to build the corridor of apartment buildings that now dominate the street.

Below, looking south from Queen.


Two of the victims…


Remember When…

Milk came in jugs?


Remember When…

Drinking Black Label was cool?


It still is.

Remember When…

You could fly to London in style in 3 1/2 hours?


Remember When…

You could drive on the 401…


The Bus Station

A nice shot of the interior of the bus station on Bay.


Lost Queen Street West

A selection of photos of Queen West before it was hip. Used book stores, Open Kitchen Grills and a whole lot of stuff long gone….



Very Optimistic!


Lost Roncesvalles


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Creepy But Fun…

Lost Parkdale, S.S. Kresge’s



The Kresge’s on Roncesvalles, just north of Fern remained in business until 1994.

I was in there a couple of times and don’t remember if there was a lunch counter.  It’s now a bank, but the Art Deco Vitrolite is still somewhat intact behind the new sign.

My neighbour, Terry T. who has lived in Parkdale most of his life says the lunch counter was indeed there until the end.


A typical lunch counter. This one’s form the Kresge’s in the Junction that closed about the same time. No kale and quinoa salad on the menu here.



Bike Show Today!

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Coming Soon!

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Anatomy of a House

My old house in Parkdale was in need of a serious face lift. Despite having spent considerable time and money 18 years ago, the porch and facade had deteriorated to the point of embarrassment.


The decorative medallions had rotted and given the squirrels and birds a chance to get in..

It was a wildlife condo with no maintenance fees.

The first step was the porch and columns which had also rotted.


My friend Dan, a carpenter came over to help. We jacked up one side and pulled the column. My original intention was to replace the wooden bases and clean/patch the columns. However, once removed I found the base was infested with carpenter ants and the column itself in need of considerable work.


I called Roman Columns in Mimico and he had brand new fibreglass replacements in stock for $275.00 each!


Dan and I replaced both of them in about 3 hours (I painted them the night before).

Next we stripped the deck  off the porch and made any repairs to the base.



Next up was the medallions and trim up top.

A different Dan came over and we set up the scaffold.


I removed the rotted inserts and years of debris that the animals had left behind including a mummified squirrel…


I originally thought we could cut new pieces by hand out of marine grade plywood but it was obvious that this was beyond both of our capabilities.

A quick call to John K. (a film carpenter with a CNC machine) solved this problem.

His company in Mimico, Motion Designs.

He came to the house, picked up the plywood and returned the next day with new panels,

designed by John, cut by the computer.



These were primed/painted and installed the next day.

A heavy duty wire screen (painted black) was attached to the back of each piece. I had previously used a lighter gauge screen door mesh which wasn’t as strong.

ALWAYS use a harness when working on a scaffold!


And there you have it, as good as new.

There’s still painting details to finish up.

Below is what the house looked like in 1998.


P.S. A mixture of Borax, sugar, honey and boiling water has proved a good deterrent to the ants.

P.P.S. I buried the mummified squirrel.



One last detail was to trim out the column bases.