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An account of the War of 1812 that no school should allow its students to read

The following account of the War of 1812 is from the book, “The Villages Within,” nominated for the Toronto Heritage Awards. In a tongue-in-cheek manner, the book chronicles the history of Toronto from its founding by Governor Simcoe until the Confederation years. The book also provides detailed studies of the Kensington Market, Queen Street West, the St. Andrew’s Market, and the Kings-West District.

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On June 18, 1812, war with the United States commenced. Unlike today, York’s business community did not welcome a summer invasion of Americans charging across the border. After several victories on the battlefield, General Brock was killed at the Battle of Queenston Heights. The news of his death struck the fragile community of York like a thunderbolt. Many feared the war would be lost without his leadership.

In April of 1813, the American sailed across Lake Ontario and attacked York. When it was obvious that the struggle to secure the fort was doomed, the British lit a fuse to the powder magazine and swiftly retreated. When the powder detonated, it rained shrapnel for a radius of over a mile. Very little of Fort York survived. During the years ahead, debris from the explosion was found in the fields and embedded in the trees. It is possible that the older trees of the St. Andrew’s Playground of today were among them, as photographs taken around 1910 reveal that they were already mature tree at that time.

When the American invaders entered the town, they set fire to the parliament buildings and carried away the parliamentary symbol of authority, the “mace.” In addition, while in the building, they discovered the ceremonial wig of the Speaker of the House, and mistakenly thought it was a human scalp. When the troops returned home, they claimed that the British were “scalpers.”

Today, I glow with pride when I see the descendents of these “scalpers” outside the Air Canada Centre, particularly when the Leafs play against the Habs. I have even seen them around the opera house and Roy Thomson Hall. Some unkind souls say that Torontonians will scalp their grandmothers if the price is right. We do indeed honour our traditions.

In addition, today, some state that the infamous wig from the War of 1812 eventually surfaced on the head of Mel Lastman, who wore it honourably and ignored the surreptitious smiles, claiming it was a hair weave. I am certain they are wrong.

In 1934, in honour of the city’s centennial, the mace was returned to Toronto and today is on display at Fort York. No one knows the real location of the speaker’s wig.

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One of the best-remembered stories of the War of 1812 was the exploits of Laura Secord, who, contrary to rumours, was not Canada’s first chocolate maker. She “sallied forth” through the “enemy-infested woods” of the Niagara area. Have you ever noticed that in most heroic tales, the heroes “sally forth” in the “dead of night” and invariably choose “enemy infested environs”? Such wording is a prerequisite for these stories.

Be as it may, Laura’s deeds were impressive.

Late one evening, little Laura overheard a few American troops discussing plans to attack the British near the town of Beaver Dams on the following day. She knew that Lieutenant James Fitzgibbon was on a military stake out, so she sallied forth in the dead of night through the enemy-infested woods, employing a cow as a decoy. Thinking she was a mere farmer’s wife, the American sentries allowed her to pass through their lines. As a result, Laura was successful in warning Fitzgibbon of the impending attack.

In retelling the events of that portentous night, some misguided soul thought that Laura had confused a “stake-out” with a “steak-out,” and that was why she brought along the cow.

Due to her information, Fitzgibbon successfully captured 450 enemy infantrymen, 50 cavalrymen, 2 field guns, and a partridge in a pear tree. These figures are accurate, although the “partridge in a pear tree” is my own addition. It seemed to be a natural conclusion to the sentence. However, it’s true that he accomplished his victory by bluffing the enemy into surrendering by offering to prevent the Indians from attacking. The Americans were unaware that Fitzgibbon commanded just forty-eight soldiers and a band of only four hundred Indians. The enemy force had been superior in both numbers and artillery.

Fitzgibbon was highly praised for his quick-witted actions.

However, according to some rather dubious sources, because of his ability to bluff, in the years ahead nobody would play poker with him. Some say that to compensate for this sleight, they bestowed on him the official title of “York’s First Bluffer” and named the Scarborough Bluffs after him.

This is all historic bumf.

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Following the war with the United States, on September 29, 1815, Lieutenant-Governor Gore returned to York and resumed his role as governor. He was a wise governor, wise enough not to hang around the colony during a dangerous war.

Book is available on Amazon.com. It may also be ordered in any Chapters/Indigo store or ordered from their web site.

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Posted by on December 30, 2011 in Toronto

 

Begin the new year with novels that feature Toronto

In the three novels listed below, the city of Toronto plays as prominent part as that of the colourful characters and the imaginative plots. Readers who are familiar with the city will recognize the scenes. As the tales unfold, it is possible for readers to visualize the places where the action occurs, the addition of photos from the Toronto Archives adding to the reality of the fictional tales. 

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“Arse Over Teakettle,” Book One of the Toronto Trilogy – Awarded “Editor’s Choice”

A heart-Warming Story of Coming-of-Age during the 1940s in Toronto 

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn found adventure on the banks of the mighty Mississippi. Tom Hudson and his friend Shorty discovered it in the secluded laneways and avenues of a deceptively quiet Toronto neighbourhood.

“Arse Over Teakettle” is an intriguing tale of Tom Hudson’s boyhood in Toronto during the 1940s. He and his mischievous friend, Shorty, encounter eccentric characters such as Grumpy, an unconventional older man in the neighbourhood, and their fierce neighbour, Mrs. Leyer. Their confrontations with the Kramer gang are sometimes painful and at other times hilarious. As Tom and his friends become sexually aware, amusing situations develop. Shorty constantly pushes Tom to explore beyond the secure boundaries of childhood, into the world of the “big boys.”

An intimate and heartfelt tale of family life in Toronto, “Arse over Teakettle” is set during the decade when the city is transforming from a parochial city into a cosmopolitan urban centre. In Tom’s neighbourhood, difficulties arise as he confronts ethnic and religious prejudice, which wounds his boyhood friends.

“Arse Over  Teakettle” is available through Amazon.com, Chapters/Indigo book stores.

The 524-page book contains over 70 photographs of Toronto during the 1940s and early-1950s.

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Book also available as an eBook

“The Reluctant Virgin” Book Two of the Toronto Trilogy – Awarded Editor’s Choice

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The The Reluctant Virgin” is a chilling murder/mystery of a serial killer who chooses victims from the streets and ravines of Toronto during the 1950s. Those who know the city, will be familiar with the crime scenes. The two detectives assigned to the case are baffled, and at first fail to realize that the murders are connected to a single killer. The bodies of the victims have been drained of blood, but the methods are cleverly disguised to mislead the police.

The book is a classic “who-done-it,” as the killer continues to create havoc in a city that is unaccustomed to such brutal crimes occurring within its boundaries.

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“There Never Was a Better Time”- Awarded Editor’s Choice Award

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The novel is an entertaining and informative story of an immigrant family during one of the most thrilling times in the history of Toronto.

A Toronto historian chronicles family’s life in 1920s Toronto – “Hogtown” – as it was known in the early days – where people gravitated  to “live high off the hog. “A humorous and intimate story of family life in bustling Toronto during the 1920s, as experienced by two young immigrants and their brothers, parents, and rascal of a grandfather. Jack and Ernie Taylor immigrate to Canada in 1921, and three years later their parents, John and Mary Taylor, along with their brothers and grandfather, Job, move to the city. It is one of the most dynamic decades in the history of Toronto. The brothers mature and thrive, despite the different temperaments involved, thanks in part to the strength of Mary’s discipline. She provides structure for her sons, yet they still enjoy the diverse frivolities of the time. Share in their daily life during the “Roaring Twenties.”

Have you ever wondered what it was like to ride on an old Yonge Streetcar, sail across Toronto harbour on a side-paddle ferry such as on a side-paddle ferry the Bluebell, Primrose, or Trillium. Perhaps attend the CNE when it was the greatest late-summer event in Toronto? Ever wanted to attend a baseball game at Hanlan’s Point Stadium, sail aboard the steamer Cayuga to Port Dalhousie, attend a Remembrance Day ceremony at Toronto’s old City Hall, when the wounds of the First World War remained vivid, observe the 60th anniversary celebrations of the Confederation of Canada, experience the Canadian National Exhibition when it was the world’s biggest and grandest annual fair, share in the laughter of a vaudeville show at the Pantages or Shea’s Hippodrome Theatres, visit Sunnyside which was Toronto’s playground by Lake Ontario, or shop at the St. Lawrence Market in the days when produce was sold from carts and wagons inside the market buildings.

“Toronto the Good” was evolving into a dynamic, sinful metropolis, adored by many and feared by others. The Taylors witnessed the cultural identity and infrastructure of their adopted city becoming firmly established during a time of rapid urban expansion.

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Posted by on December 29, 2011 in Toronto

 

Newly published murder mystery includes events of Hurricane Hazel, the storm that devastated Toronto

The murder/mystery “The Reluctant Virgin” is a tale of a fictional serial killer in Toronto during the 1950s. It is a chilling tale, as the blood is drained from the victims by the demented killer. The two detectives assigned to the case, as well as the teenagers who are involved in the plot, endure the turmoil created by Hurricane Hazel, which hit the city in October of 1954. The events of the disaster are woven into the story in such a way that they become a part of the plot. The reader is exposed to a realistic account of the hurricane, as seen through the eyes if the fictional characters.

From “The Reluctant Virgin”   

The morning after Hurricane Hazel hit Toronto, the skies remained cloudy. The winds had abated, and an eerie calm engulfed the rain-soaked city. In the Hudson home, the oatmeal was bubbling on the stove and the coffee was perking when Tom’s mother turned on the radio. As she placed the cereal bowls on the table, the aftermath of the previous night’s storm came across the airwaves.

The announcer said, “As many as thirty people might be dead, and the search for bodies continues. It is impossible to estimate the extent of the property losses, but authorities are estimating that it will be in the millions.

“Fifteen military groups and eight army reserves, totalling over eight hundred men, are being called in to assist the city. The streets of Toronto are littered with debris and hundreds of homes have been flooded. Some remain under water. The city requests that residents remain off the streets to allow crews to clean up the debris.

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The flooded Humber River as seen on the morning after Hurricane Hazel swept through Toronto.

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“Throughout today and tomorrow, the bridges on the west side of Toronto will remain closed. The east end of the city has not been as severely hit, as the clash between the remnants of Hurricane Haze and the cold air from the west, collided to the northwest of the city, over Brampton, where the two storm systems spilled their massive water contents. The Humber Valley acted like a funnel, channelling the water southward through the city.

“Toronto has never suffered such devastation from a storm. It was unprepared for the fury of the onslaught of Hurricane Hazel.”

The aftermath of the storm:

Eighty-one people lost their lives, most of them in Toronto. On Raymore Drive alone, thirty-six had perished. In all, the damages totalled a hundred and thirty-five million dollars, which would be over a billion in today’s dollars. Many people lost everything, and were never reimbursed by their insurance companies, due to a technicality in their policies. They were covered for “damages from wind, rain, and hail,” but not for “high water overflow.”

Many families never recovered from the financial loss.

Raymore Drive, the Eglinton Flats, and the floodplains of the Humber Valley were to become of part of the Metropolitan Toronto Conservation Authority. Never again would they allow homes to be constructed on land that was in danger of being flooded. Millions of dollars, as well as clothing and food supplies were donated by residents of Toronto to assist those who had suffered losses.

Hurricane Hazel was a storm that was never to be equalled.

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Posted by on December 28, 2011 in Toronto

 

The era of driving cars in the downtown areas of large urban areas is drawing to a close

Much to the chagrin of many drivers, the days of private automobiles in the downtown areas of large cities is ending. Though it will take time, and much political turmoil, it will eventually become necessary to ban automobiles from the downtown streets of major cities. Only emergency vehicles, delivery trucks, taxis, and public transportation will be allowed to drive on the inner-city avenues.

Population densities are increasing every year as more tall condominiums are built. The streets will not be able to handle the increase. Pollution from auto exhausts will be another factor in forcing the ban of auto. The transition will be painful, but many European cities have already moved to limit cars in their downtown areas. It is only a matter of time before the total exclusion of private automobile use in inner cities is complete.

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Posted by on December 28, 2011 in Toronto

 

A humorous account of Toronto’s past that is bound to offend historians

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The passage below is from “The Villages Within,” nominated for the Toronto Heritage Awards.

Simcoe sailed from Niagara-on-the-Lake and arrived at the Toronto Carrying Place in the early hours of July 30, 1793. He moored the HMS Mississauga at the mouth of the Humber River and awaited daylight to venture ashore. When he stepped on deck at day’s first light, the scenery that greeted him contained nothing but trees—trees—and more trees.

It was a virgin landscape.

Today, some critics feel that this was the last time anyone employed the word

“virgin” to refer to anything in Toronto. Considering the city’s propensity toward the prim and proper, this is a very strange accusation.

On this sunny day in August 1793, to say that Simcoe was “up the stump” would have been an understatement. The royal suite at the King Eddie was obviously not available, and so he was forced to pitch his canvas tents beside the lake.

To make matters worse, the tents were second hand, Simcoe having purchased them at an auction in London. At one time, they had been owned by Captain James Cook of “South Pacific” fame. Contrary to common belief, James Cook had nothing to do with the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical of that name. He merely explored the Pacific Ocean for the British government and discovered the Sandwich Islands.

It is a pernicious rumour that Cook later authored the “Sandwich Section” of the Michelin Guide, and named the “two-faced open sandwiches” in honour of British politicians. Though he may have considered them five-star men, he knew that were crusty and their edicts were difficult to swallow.

In the encampment beside the lake, we doubt that Mrs. Simcoe teased her husband about his choice of pre-owned tents. However, we cannot help but wonder if behind the governor’s back, the troops were quietly crooning the words of the song “Second-Hand Rose.”

If Simcoe ever became aware of such disrespectful behaviour, he would have firmly put a stop to it, fearing that the men might eventually begin referring to him as “Rosie.” It is fun to speculate what might have happened if he had received such a humorous nickname. Would he have received offers to perform on the stages of gay nightclubs or “women’s only” strip-joints? Such entreaties would hardly have been dignified proposals to suggest to a representative of the Crown. Fortunately, the point was moot, as the settlement lacked even a tavern, never mind a nightclub.

Within a day or two of their arrival, Mrs. Simcoe toured the small settlement huddled along the shoreline. The first evening, she undoubtedly discovered that the candles in the windows of the few log cabins at Toronto hardly qualified it as a place of “bright lights.” In addition, today, we know that some of the colonial officials were not exactly bright lights either. It wasn’t just the floorboards of the homes in Toronto that were “plank-thick.

The above passage from “The Villages Within,” was nominated for the Toronto heritage Awards. It is a tongue-in-cheek account of the history of Toronto. The book also provides in-depth studies of Queen Street West, the Kensington Market, and the historic buildings in the King/Spadina area.

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Posted by on December 27, 2011 in Toronto

 

Need a break from health oriented, feel-good stories – read a chilling murder mystery set in 1950s Toronto

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A recent article in the Life Section of the “The Globe and Mail” advised, “Take a break from crime thrillers: read one of the top 5 compelling health and medicine tales of 2011.”

I shudder to think of the horrors of such books. Books about health invariably preach ideas that I already embrace, or attempt to push me to observe healthy habits that I have no desire to practise. Give me a crime thriller any day. The activities of the villains I am not expected to copy. The sheer escapism of a crime thriller is good for my health, as they allow me to ignore life’s daily problems, which seem insignificant compared to coping with a serial killer. 

The recently published book “The Reluctant Virgin,” is as far fetched as possible from my own life, as I was never reluctant.  The novel is a tale of a demented serial killer that stalks the streets and byways of Toronto during the staid old days of the 1950s. It begs a reader to slip between its pages and leave the world of reality behind. However, as the crimes scenes and locales that the murderer haunts will be familiar to anyone who knows Toronto well, the story will appear to be more realistic than one might wish. Adding to the horror is the fact that the blood is missing from the bodies of the victims.

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Posted by on December 27, 2011 in Toronto

 

Toronto murder/mystery not for the faint-hearted

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The recently published murder/mystery “The Reluctant Virgin” is a chilling story of serial killer who chooses victims from the streets and ravines of Toronto during the 1950s. Those who know the city, will be familiar with the crime scenes. The two detectives assigned to the case are baffled, and at first fail to realize that the murders are connected to a single killer. The bodies of the victims have been drained of blood, but the methods are cleverly disguised to mislead the police.

The book is a classic “who-done-it,” as the killer continues to create havoc in a city that is unaccustomed to such brutal crimes occurring within its boundaries.

To purchase the book: http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/Products/SKU-000188306/The-Reluctant-Virgin.aspx

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Posted by on December 26, 2011 in Toronto

 

Recently published murder mystery contains an amusing story of dining at Toronto’s Savarin Tavern in the 1950s

DSCN5698 The Savarin Tavern on the west side of Bay Street, a short distance south of Queen Street, was one of the favourite places to dine in Toronto during the 1950s. The murder mystery “The Reluctant Virgin” provides many details about living in the city during that decade, including restaurants, theatres, and sports’ venues. The locations of the murder scenes are also graphically described, allowing readers who are familiar with Toronto to visualize the places where the killer murdered the victim’s.

The passage from the book that appears below occurs when Detective Jim Peersen takes his girlfriend, Samantha, a woman who works in the sex trade, for dinner at the Savarin.  

From “The Reluctant Virgin”

On the evening of Wednesday, 23 December, at the Savarin Tavern, Jim and Samantha stood in the line-up on the stairs leading to the second-floor restaurant. It was crowded, and hungry customers were squeezing to the right to allow those departing the restaurant to descend the stairs to the street below. Everyone in the line, including Peersen, had dinner reservations, but the wait was lengthy as it was two days before Christmas and the town was hopping. Group parties were occupying many tables.

At the top of the stairs, the maitre d’ checked the names on the restaurant’s reservation list and then escorted the customers to their tables as they became available. An impatient elderly woman, wearing a full-length mink coat, stormed up the stairs, her embarrassed husband in tow. She informed the maitre d’ that she had a reservation, and haughtily pounded her fist on the lectern holding the reservation book.

The maitre d’ smiled patiently and replied, “Madam, everyone in line has a reservation. Please wait your turn. I will call your name when your table is ready. Kindly return to the bottom of the stairs.”

“But I have a ‘special’ reservation.”

“Everyone in line has a ‘special’ reservation. Please return to the bottom of the stairs.”

“My good man, I have a gold-plated blue-ribbon invitation from the mayor, who is my personal friend.”

Exasperated, the maitre d’ replied firmly, “Lady, I don’t care if you have a gold-plated arse and blue-ribbon tits, and the reservation was made by God almighty, go to the bottom of the stairs.”

The hoots from those who were patiently waiting in line drowned out the woman’s indignant reply. The woman and her poodle-like husband retreated down the stairs. She was defeated, but unbowed. She felt as if she were upholding the dignity of the woman of status throughout the city. The heights of the Rosedale had been assaulted.

“The mayor will hear about this,” she threatened aloud, as she stormed out of the restaurant.

Samantha smiled at Jim, who was unaware of the reason for her amusement. In Paris, she thought, mention a title or an important connection, and you gained immediate access to any restaurant. God, I love this city.

After they were inside and seated, they went to the buffet table, helped themselves to a generous portion of lobster, and settled down to enjoy the meal and each other’s company. As a treat, Peersen had pre-ordered a bottle of 1952 Dom Perignon. The tiny bubbles rose effervescently in their chilled glasses. When Jim had had phoned for the reservation, he had requested that their glasses be placed in the freezer. It was a romantic touch, and Samantha noticed it.

For Jim, the conversation rolled more easily than with any woman he had ever met. They had arrived at a truce during the previous weeks. She did not mention her work, and he tried not discuss police business. There was one thing that he wanted to ask her—why she still worked at her chosen profession, when she clearly did not need the money. Respecting her privacy, he had refrained from inquiring.

As the champagne relaxed him, without realizing it, he broke his own rule and inadvertently began talking about the Stritch case. Unfortunately, this was not the first time, and she already knew many of the details concerning the investigation. He told her that they had spent the previous few weeks talking with the teacher’s ex-students. She listened attentively and smiled as Peersen apologized for discussing his job.

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Posted by on December 24, 2011 in Toronto

 

Chilling account of a brutal New Year’s murder in Toronto in a recently published murder mystery

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  The passage below is from the novel “The Reluctant Virgin,” a tale of a serial killer in Toronto. The details of the city that the author provides creates a degree of realism that is rarely achieved in murder mysteries. Because the killer strikes in so many diverse locations throughout the city, readers who are familiar with Toronto, can easily envisage the murderer stalking the streets of their own neighbourhood.

When the bodies of the victims are found, the police discover that their blood has been drained in some sort of weird and unexplained ritual. The reader is swept along as the murders occur, the clues to the identity of the killer in plain sight yet strangely obscure.

  From the “Reluctant Virgin”  

New Year’s Eve was approaching, and the stalker was restless. Nothing had appeared in the newspapers about the “Valley Vampire” for a few weeks now. Though publicity increased the stalker’s sense of self-importance, it also necessitated that greater caution be exercised.

The stalker had again visited the house on Raymore Drive during the second week of December, but rather than create a sense of fulfillment, it had increased the desire for another kill.

On Saturday 29 December, the stalker set forth into the night.

Alighting from the Bloor Streetcar at Broadview Avenue and walking eastward along the Danforth, the stalker carried a backpack. Finding an unfamiliar tavern, the stalker entered. In its beverage room, the pungent odour of cigarettes, stale beer, and a hint of sweat assaulted the senses. The noise level in the room indicated that the patrons were well on their way to inebriation, and far too busy to notice anything beyond the clutter of LCBO-approved draft beer glasses on the tables. Despite this, as a precaution, the stalker pulled the wool cap lower over the head, obscuring the upper portion of the face.

Within a few moments, the stalker had found a victim. She was sitting in a secluded corner of the room, the cigarette smoke and dim lighting isolating her from the other patrons of the tavern.

The woman was not young, perhaps in her mid-forties, slightly on the plump side, with invitingly large breasts. Most of the patrons were young, and to them a middle-aged woman was invisible. She is not unattractive, the stalker thought. Her face is pleasant. But her most attractive feature is her ruddy complexion. She has an abundance of rich red blood.

The stalker approached her. The woman, whose name was Susan Holden, smiled. Her eyes betrayed that she would not find conversation with the stranger objectionable. The stalker was not certain if it were a result of the desire for money, loneliness, or mere curiosity. The stalker smiled and motioned toward the empty chair at her table, asking permission to join her. A nod and a greedy smile indicated that she was agreeable. . . . .

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Posted by on December 23, 2011 in Toronto

 

A humorous account of Toronto kicking up its heels to bring in the New Year in 1945

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The following passage is from the recently published novel, “Arse Over Teakettle” (Book One of the Toronto Trilogy), a heart-warming story about a family struggling with the horrors of the Second World War in Toronto. It is an imaginative tale of a boy learning about life and exploring his sexuality in a decade when, despite the moral upheavals of the war years, society attempted to maintain traditional values. One of the most humorous parts of the book is when the fictional character, seven-year old Tom Hudson, learns sexual information from the older boys, while he is in the back laneway.

In 1945, the year the war ended, New Year’s Eve was a particularly poignant moment as it was the first “peace time” celebration of the event in six long years. A few of the names, places and events mentioned in this passage might produce a few smiles for those who remember Toronto’s past.  

New Year’s Eve in Toronto in 1945. 

When New Year’ Eve arrived in 1945, people were anxious to celebrate, especially after the privations and gloom of the war years. Most of the tickets for the nightclubs, restaurants, and bars had disappeared well in advance. The Savarin Tavern, on the west side of Bay Street, south of Queen Street West, had been sold out for the New Year’s Eve dinner for weeks. The Royal York Hotel’s bash featured “Mart Kenny and his Orchestra,” with Norma Locke as soloist. Supper began at 10 p.m., followed by dancing, with champagne served at midnight. The cost was six dollars per person. At the Palais Royale was Bert Niosi’s Orchestra.

On the “Eve of Eves,” as guests arrived, they noticed that on the dance floors, military uniforms were in a minority, as trailing formal gowns adorned with corsages, and dinner jackets or tails predominated. Everyone ignored the odour of mothballs. The most popular song was “Chickery Chick,” but the tune “Little Brown Jug” was also a favourite, as well as the most common container hidden beneath the tables.

Attending a movie theatre was a modest alternative to the expensive dance clubs and dinner venues. Movie studios released some of their most important films during the Christmas season, anticipating the extra attendance. During the festive week, Walt Disney’s “Fantasia” was at the Elgin. At the Tivoli, at Adelaide and Victoria Streets, and at the Eglinton Theatre was Cecil B. DeMilles’, “Crusades,” starring Loretta Young and Henry Wilcox. At the Imperial was Disney’s cartoon feature, “Pinocchio,” containing the hit song, “When You Wish Upon a Star.” Loew’s Uptown featured Lana Turner, Ginger Rogers, Walter Pidgeon, and Van Johnson in “Weekend at the Waldorf.”

It was Lana Turner who said, “A successful man is a man who earns more money than his wife is capable of spending. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.”

On this New Year’ Eve, in our home, during the hours leading up to midnight, the adults quietly chatted and joked, the music from the radio playing in the background. The song “Sentimental Journey”—Gonna take a Sentimental Journey, Gonna set my heart at ease.—was one of the year’s biggest hits, and the wartime song “Bell Bottom Trousers,” remained popular. My brother and I played the card games that we had received for Christmas. Shortly after the hour of ten, my brother and I climbed the stairs to bed.

By eleven o’clock, the streets of Toronto were empty, as the severity of the cold forced the populace to remain indoors. Wind whistled through the empty avenues above and below the Davenport Hill, and across the solitudes of the great Toronto valleys. However, inside the downtown clubs and restaurants the revelries were increasing in volume as the final hour of the old year ticked away.

At the Royal York, a cute young blonde wandered among the tables holding a bottle of Worcestershire Sauce, slurring her words as she inquired, “Anyone want a snort?”

An elderly gentleman whispered to a male friend, “I’d appreciate a “snort” with her any day.”

They both grinned like schoolboys.

When the magic moment arrived, a scantily clad “Miss “1946” arrived in the ballroom. Shouts and cheers exploded, as the tensions of the war years receded from memory. They chorused the words “Happy New Year” with greater sincerity than previous years.

In our house, the midnight hour was again subdued, unlike the downtown scene or even the local beverage room, the Oakwood Hotel. When the adults brought in the New Year, my brother and I were fast asleep. Tell and Charlie were with my parents, and they all indulged in a sip of the sinful juice. As mentioned, my mother did not consider port or sherry to be alcoholic, even though it contained more alcohol than either beer or wine. I suppose she rationalized this by thinking that at least they were not consuming “hard” liquor. Many maiden aunts throughout the years had engaged in similar reasoning, declaring that they never drank spirits, but did occasionally enjoy a tipple of sherry.

Wise old ladies!

Soon after midnight, downtown, the most common phrase was, “Is this taxi taken?”

The following morning, the most common phrase throughout the city was, “Has anyone seen the Aspirin bottle?”

A link to information on the book “Arse Over Teakettle”:https://tayloronhistory.wordpress.com/arse-over-teakettle/

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Posted by on December 23, 2011 in Toronto