Toronto murder/mystery captures essence of the city during the 1950s.

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Quiet residential street in the 1950s     Toronto’s Yonge Street in 1951

City of Toronto Archives                                   City of Toronto Archives

Fonds 1257, Series 1057, It. 7643                    Fonds 574, It. 49757

In every decade, deeds are committed in dark places that are unknown to those that tread life’s well-lit paths. This was true as the 1950s dawned in Toronto. The city’s residents viewed their insular world as relatively staid and secure, even though they knew that crime existed, and that it was a part of daily life. However, no one suspected that a serial killer was soon to roam the quiet residential avenues and forested river valleys of Toronto. Crimes of this scope did not happen in “Toronto the Good.”

Torontonians thought of their city as a place that embraced and maintained traditional values, even though they were mindful of the shifting morals and new attitudes that were creeping into their neighbourhoods since the war years. Despite this, they remained blissfully unaware that the changes would sweep away the last vestiges of the city’s innocence, and that by the end of the decade, Toronto would be a vastly different city.

As the narrative of the murder/mystery begins, Tom Hudson realizes that his own life is drastically changing. In former years, he had attended elementary school, played baseball, and learned about the sexual secrets of the “big boys,” on a street such as the one in the picture. In the laneways behind the houses, he had also discovered many of life’s other lessons. In the local store, Tom had overheard adults discuss important events of the day, and it was where he learned to be wary of the vicious local gossip, the formidable Mrs. Martha Klacker.

Then, on the Labour Day weekend in 1951, as he is about to begin high school, a brutal murder occurs. In the days ahead, the murder intrudes into his formerly secure life. For Tom, nothing will ever again be the same. In every decade, there are deeds committed in dark places that are unknown to those that tread life’s well-lit paths. The “dark places” are about to enter Tom’s world.

Reluc. Virgin

The information above is from the second book of the Toronto Trilogy, “The Reluctant Virgin.” The novel is a murder/mystery that occurs in Toronto during the 1950s. A serial killer is on the loose in the laneways and ravines of the city. Tom Hudson and his friends are drawn into the mystery as the murder victim was one of the teachers who taught at their high school.

The book deals with many of the social issues of the decade, and relates the history of the period, while telling a chilling murder/mystery. The book contains many archival photographs of Toronto.

https://tayloronhistory.com/2012/01/21/the-toronto-trilogy-recreates-the-citys-past-while-providing-intriguing-stories/

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  1. I recall as a young girl under age 8 in the 1950’s Toronto, news about a Toronto ‘Strangler’ being on the loose in the city. My sister and I went out Halloween night unescorted and were a little fearful due to hearing about this killer. I also recall being in line at Simpson’s store at Christmas… I was waiting to sit on Santa’s knee when I heard a girl screaming. Everyone was watching this little girl around my age (again, in the 1950’s) scream while a large man was pulling her towards a door (not an exit) that had no window, a single door that appeared to be internal? She screamed and I will never forget her face or her words or her struggle to free herself. She cried out; ‘HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME!” I recall the large, marble pillars located near the exit doors and how she tried desperately to hang onto one of them… they were too big around for her to grip onto anything and she eventually dragged by this man, through that door I described. No one did anything. I saw only children and parents watching on, as I did — I’m not sure where my parents were at that moment, but when they returned to me, I tried to tell them that this little girl needed help. They didn’t seem to take me seriously and it was seemingly forgotten. I’ve done some searches in more recent years, to find any reference to this incident, but nothing has shown up, specifically about her.

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