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Spent many hours at Allencourt lanes with Doug Millar and caddying at Maple Downs, used to walk there and back every day nine holes $1.25 plus tip.
I remember when i first arrived in Canada 1967,my cousins took me to the Steer Inn.To this day it is still one of the best burgers i have had.The onion rings were amazing and the fries were excellent especially when topped with the sauce they usually used for the burgers.Sadly they closed a short while ago,not sure exactly when.Also recently had a discussion(disagreement) as to the name of the pizza place not far from the Richmond Inn on the same side.I thought it was called Village Pizza owned by Sniders or Snyders,not sure of the spelling,does anyone remember?Before our parents arrived from England,my sister and her friend and i lived in an apartment above the Pant-In,a small clothing store at the corner of Yonge Steet and Richmond Street,and i would spend hours playing my records and looking down at Yonge Street.Love this site hope it stays for a while..
We used to ride our horses down through Rutherford, Bathurst, May ave, Weldrick, including the walking trail between to 16th ave. We even housed them in garages turned into stalls. and Ponies were in back yards. A lightning strike in the late 70′s took out a friends barn on the corner of Yonge and Major Mac. Luckily no horses were in it at the time.
I lived at Elmwood and Yonge St with my buddy Barry and we happened to be standing out front the day that barn was hit by lightning, we saw it get hit and it burned down in minutes, just blew our minds
I lived @50 baif boulevard in Richmond Hill from the early 70′s to 1991 in an apartment building.. Our unit of the building on the 5th floor had an awesome view of yonge street and Weldrick road.. I loved (as a kid) standing on our balcony or just watching out my bedroom window everyday watching Richmond hill grow and develop… The best view I had was before the east side of yonge between weldrick and Baif boulevard developed and took away the view of David Dunlop’s observatory towering over the trees…
I used to live near that motel. I walked passed that motel day in and day out for 9 years going from the bus terminal to my house.
Started going to that Harveys in Richmond Hill in 1960 . Best open flamed burgers in the world. And the dill pickles , oh my ,were they the best.We used to buy a cup of pickle slices for a dime ! Basically spent every Friday and Saturday evening , (mid sixties) , cruising Harveys , Steer Inn and the Richmond Inn pub.
Sadly, I have to say my fondness for Harvey’s is diminishing…maybe I’m getting old, but the fries are only so-so these days, A&W has better onion rings, and the burgers are increasingly fatty-tasting and not well-done.
That is so hilarious, when I went to visit home, my sister took me to the exact dim sum restaurant, where the above picture taken. Meeting my nephew of 1 1/2 yrs for the fist time, he was just in a fabulous mood and enjoying the food
I finished my schooling at Duncan McMillan High in 1968. Having no money and an appetite for some adventure I trekked of the Big city of Halifax to seek my future. Being a country boy in the big city was no more fun then than it is today or yesterday past. I worked at several menial jobs for very little money until February 1969. That was when I happened to accompany a friend to the Armed Forces Recruiting Centre.
I had no intention of joining up myself but he needed some morel support. While waiting for him to be processed, a sly recruiter suggested I take the exams just to pass the time. Being naive, I went along. I guess I did very well because he rushed back and offered me any Trade in any Service affiliation I should choose. Thanks but no thanks, right. Right !
However he knew how to push the right buttons, during our conversations I had revealed that I had a wish to further my education but could not afford it. The Armed Forces would provide me with that opportunity as well as feed me, clothe me, permit me to travel and then in addition to all that pay me a handsome and secure wage. Well let me tell you , I was sold. At this point I was not what you may call worldly experienced and did not truly appreciate the strength of family ties. I was over 18 and could make my own decisions.
The only problem now being how to inform my family. On that second week of February 1969 I trundled home to Lochaber Mines to exuberantly relate my enrollment tale. I considered what I had achieved as an exciting and promising development towards my secure future. However, my family on the other hand was sure I had sold my soul to the Devil. To say they were happy would be a giant understatement. Their opinion was I was jumping from the frying pan into the fire and my life would be over before it had really begun. To late, what was done was done and I had the responsibility to fulfil my contract.
Twenty-seven years of military life with only a week or two each year to visit and relish any remaining friends and family. That is my one regret.
As I reflect now after some 28 years, I look at where I've been, what I've seen, the adventures I've had and the goals I've accomplished and I muse with mixed emotions. Be sure, I would never trade my life, I have a wonderful wife, a lovely daughter and a delightful son. We have had the opportunity to live in Europe, West Germany and enjoy the many treasures it has to offer. I have travelled to England, France, Denmark, Austria, Switzerland, Israel, Syria, and Lebanon and seen their many wonders. I have travelled and been employed across this beautiful country of ours. I have had a rewarding and fulfilling military career and have retired young at the highest attainable level for an enlisted soldier, Chief Warrant Officer.
I have enjoyed this life, but I still sometimes wonder what it may have been like if I had not take the road less travelled. Where would I be or more importantly what would I be if I had stayed the course and remained in the Sheet Harbour area as had many of the kids I went to school with. For sure things would be different, this life has taught me lessons other people very seldom encounter. It has made me the person I am and overall I like that person.
My one great regret is losing contact with people I grew up with. I have purchased a home in Malay Falls and am moving back home as soon as I can sell my house here in Ottawa. Hopefully I will be able to re-establish contact with some of those who are still in the area. A small taste of Nova Scotia is what keeps us going until we can get there for good.