For one whole year of my childhood (that was in 1974) our family, my mom and dad and brother and I lived in a house. It was a simple 3 bedroom, 2 storey, A-framed home. No garage, no fancy fences. The corner house at Doris/Spring Garden Avenues. One of a row of detached homes built in the 1930's. The floors creaked in my room upstairs and I constantly hit my head on the outside corners of in my bedroom because of the slope of the ceiling. But I wouldn't trade any of the lumps I had because it was a great year. We had a dog that year too, but had to give it away when we moved back into an apartment. The entire backyard was huge, and here's a pic of what it once was, and what it is today.
The owners of the house had offered my parents an opportunity to buy the home, but changed their minds once their lawyer had urged them otherwise. Guess they saw the growth potential ;)
The owners of the house had offered my parents an opportunity to buy the home, but changed their minds once their lawyer had urged them otherwise. Guess they saw the growth potential ;)
Today Sheppard and Yonge is minutes from the North York Civic Centre, The Hummingbird Theatre and Mel Lastman square. Old theatres ("The Willow", I remember going there on Saturday nights with friends) are all torn down and gorgeous shops and boutiques have taken its place, but you know they never are gone from your memory and that is something that revenue can't take away.