June 2016 - Toronto ON
Taken at the AGO Art Gallery of Ontario this weekend.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
June City Daily Photo - Shadow and Highlight
Linking at City Daily Photo where the theme is Shadow and Highlight.
June 2016 - Toronto ON
Taken at the AGO Art Gallery of Ontario this weekend.
June 2016 - Toronto ON
Taken at the AGO Art Gallery of Ontario this weekend.
Monday, May 30, 2016
Montgomery Inn
May 2016 - Toronto ON
We went to visit the Montgomery Inn as part of Doors Open. I had never heard of this museum until the Doors Open lineup. And I had turned the corner before it for years going to work!!
The museum is located at Islington and Dundas W. From the photo the address is Islington Ontario.
The Village of Islington was originally called “Mimico” after Mimico Creek which ran through the village at today’s Islington Avenue. While proximity to Mimico Creek was one factor in attracting settlers to the area, of much greater importance was the opening of Dundas Street, a road designed to connect York (now Toronto) with all of southwestern Ontario. It was cut through the forest by Lt. Gov. John Graves Simcoe’s Queen’s Rangers in 1793.
Islington Village quickly became the hub of a road network that consisted of Dundas Street, Islington Avenue (put through from Dundas Street north to Albion Road in 1844,) the Etobicoke and Mono Sixth Line Plank Road (a toll road incorporated in 1846 that ran from Dundas Street, along today’s Burnhamthorpe Crescent and Burnhamthorpe Road, northwest to Mono Township,) and Montgomery Road (built by Thomas Montgomery as a shortcut for his customers to use on their way to and from grist mills on the Humber River at Bloor Street.) The conjunction of these roads made Islington an ideal service centre for the surrounding farming community and for travellers – a place to locate stores, services, taverns, a post office, churches and schools.
THE MONTGOMERY'S
Thomas Montgomery (1790-1877) was born in County Fermanagh in Northern Ireland. Family tradition holds that he came to Canada when he was about 25 years old and spent his early years working in the salt trade and as a surveyor. In 1829 Thomas married another Irish immigrant, Margaret Dawson (1808-1855).
Long before the Inn was restored, a neighbour named Evelyn Gradon spotted the original Montgomery’s Inn sign discarded outside the building and said to her husband, “We should take that home!” It was lucky they did! Later, during the restoration, the Gradons returned the sign to the Inn, where it is now on display.
On the sign, below the word Inn, is a small picture of a farmer with a plough drawn by a team of horses. On the reverse side is a larger painting of a plough. The Tavern Licence issued in 1848 confirms Montgomery’s use of this symbol and gave him permission “to keep the House known by the sign of the Plough.”
THEIR INN
Montgomery’s Inn was built about 1830 for Thomas and Margaret Montgomery. As the business prospered, a new bar room, ballroom, and a second kitchen were added in 1838 (the east and south wings). The Inn served as a meeting place for the local community and also provided food and shelter to travellers.
The kitchen
The dining room where guests could have a formal meal.
I would call this the Scullery.
THEIR TIMES
The years 1847-1859 marked the heyday of the Inn. This was a momentous time for the Irish, with the highest ever immigration from Ireland to Canada, due to the potato famine and typhus epidemic. Many thousands died en route to Canada, and in the summer of 1847 nearly 1000 Irish immigrants died in Toronto itself.
The office or library
THEIR HOUSEHOLD
The Montgomerys had seven children, but only two sons, William (1830-1920) and Robert (1837-1864) survived to adulthood. The household also included various servants, farm labourers, and billeted workers from local businesses. The family employed Irish famine refugees and emancipated American slaves.
The bar is still in operation today.
The last Thursday of every month is Thirsty Thursday tavern night at the Inn. Enjoy live traditional music with a glass of beer, wine, or a Thomas Montgomery speciality by firelight in our restored 1847 barroom.
Admission: Pay What You Can, cash bar, $5 for a bowl of stew with fresh-baked bread.
THEIR FARM
The Montgomery land extended from Bloor Street north to Dundas Street West, and from Kipling Avenue in the West to Royal York Road in the east. The 400-acre property served as a farm, which provided food for the family and customers and for sale. It was farmed by the family, and later by tenants until the 1940s.
The bedrooms upstairs. You could book a private room or sleep in a room with several beds. If money was tight and you just needed a place to sleep before heading "downtown" on market day then you could share a bed with one or two others.
A bootjack
A private commode in the family bedroom.
Who knows what this is for???
THEIR LEGACY
Montgomery’s Inn operated for about 25 years, until the mid 1850s, closing shortly after Margaret died. Today, thanks to the foresight of local citizens and to ongoing government support, the Inn remains a tangible link with the early days of Etobicoke and a significant heritage resource for visitors from near and far.
The family sitting room although I doubt they ever had time to just sit and relax. I am sure Margaret would be busy darning.
Song-ography
Song-ography is hosted by You'll Shoot Your Eye Out, a fantastic photographer and funny lady.
May 2016 - Toronto ON
This radio station has billboards around town incorporating song lyrics into their name BOOM. I'll try to get a few more photos of other songs.
And since this will give you an earworm, I've included the words for you to sing along!
Crocodile Rock
I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
Burning up to the Crocodile Rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past
We really thought the Crocodile Rock would last
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
Burning up to the Crocodile Rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past
We really thought the Crocodile Rock would last
Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Monday Mural
I'm linking up at Monday Mural hosted by Oakland Daily Photo.
May 2016 - Toronto ON
Doors Open this year included the Ontario College of Art and Design, OCAD.
Now a Toronto architectural landmark, the iconic Sharp Centre for Design opened in 2004 as part of a major $42.5-million campus redevelopment. The award-winning, black and white “tabletop” structure stands above OCAD University’s main campus building on 12 multi-coloured steel legs. The centre is named after benefactors Rosalie and Isadore Sharp, and is home to OCAD U’s Faculty of Design, with facilities for the Faculties of Art and Liberal Studies. It was designed by acclaimed British architect Will Alsop in partnership with Toronto-based Robbie/Young + Wright Architects Inc., along with structural engineers from Carruthers & Wallace Ltd. and MCW Consultants Ltd. In 2013, architecture critic Christopher Hume named the Sharp Centre one of the “five most influential buildings” in Toronto. 
We were told by one of the guides to walk down from the 4th floor as there was graffiti in the stair wells.
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