Playing on Sundays in Walkerville
am one who can say they were born in Walkerville.
I was born in 1928. When I was three months old my house was moved.
Hiram Walkers needed the land it sat on in order to build
a new rack warehouse. Our house, which was located at 1 Argyle opposite
The Hut (Legion Branch 12) was moved to the southeast
corner of St. Luke at Richmond towards Ford City. We moved to 178
Monmouth (now 976 Monmouth), which my dad purchased for $1200 in
the late 1940s after the Walkerville Land and Building Co. made
the Monmouth row houses available for sale.
of my memories of growing up in Walkerville include the Percheron
horses that would clear the sidewalks of snow. I also remember that
on Sundays we were not allowed to play. The police would go around
and if they caught any kids playing baseball, they would take your
bat and ball away and then you had to walk over to the station on
Monday to pick it up.
crucifixion [Walkervilles amalgamation with Windsor]
in 1935, former Walkerville Mayor Bennet, who I think lived on Chilver,
would not accept mail if it said Windsor. He would give it right
back to the postman.
(Billy) Meek, South Windsor
According to William Meek, the house at 1 Argyle was moved to s.e.
corner of St. Luke at Richmond. We think the house on n.e. corner
looks more like Argyle cottages.
Follow the Bouncing Ball
saw your Bob-Lo piece in a Walkerville Times issue (Feb 2002) I
picked up at the Windsor Art Museum. I was surprised to learn that
the St. Claire was built in Toledo. Id thought that the Bob-Lo
boats were made in the Wyandotte boatyards.
Whenever I find souvenirs or street light pole flags relating to
the amusement park I usually take them to Shawn San who runs Pure
Detroit, the store of all things Detroit. This shop
has all sorts of neat stuff including a billboard-sized porcelain
sign of the Vernors Ginger Ale troll mascot.
In 1976, I even acquired a 16-mm print of the Faygo Red Pop TV promo
spot featuring one of the Bob-Lo boats and a follow the bouncing
Tim Caldwell, Michigan
Bride of Frankenstein at Tivoli
since I have enclosed my cheque for a subscription to the Walkerville
Times, I think youre doing a great job. Each edition brings
back so many memories of my life in Walkerville and Windsor.
I had forgotten that I had indeed spent my first years on the 200
block of Gladstone Avenue, where my parents, who had arrived from
Scotland sometime earlier, shared a basement apartment in a house
with another couple. It was the time of the Great Depression and
everyone was employed whenever and wherever they could, and the
sharing of limited resources was important.
Im told that one day I managed to wander away from the house
and was picked up by the Walkerville Police somewhere along Wyandotte
Street (since I was so young at the time, I cant imagine it
being much further than the Tivoli Theatre) and was taken to the
station while they located one of my parents. I had an uncle who
had a part-time job at the Tivoli and I can remember sitting on
the balcony watching my first movie The Bride of Frankenstein.
I dont remember much of the film except for the brides
hair. My mother found employment as a maid in South Walkerville,
and as a child I can remember the occasional visit to Willistead
Park and climbing up what I imagined was the biggest hill ever (perhaps
it was a lot larger in those days).
Part of my job with the Windsor Chamber of Commerce was to provide
certain services to the Essex County Tourist Association. One of
these services required me to work with Dr. Neil F. Morrison in
coordinating 15-minute historical broadcasts over CKLW Radio, on
Saturday evenings during the summer months. The scripts were primarily
educational with a view to encouraging listeners to visit Windsor
and Essex County. A wide range of persons interested in the history
of the region, from our own area, as well as Michigan, participated
in writing scripts and doing the broadcasts. I had about 60 or 70
scripts in my possession when I left Windsor in 1963. Unfortunately,
they disappeared from my parents home in later years (my mothers
compulsion to clear everything out of her house every so often).
Mac Dunbar, Guelph
Ed. Interesting coincidence! Just the
day before receipt of your letter, Phil Chauvin walked in with a
copy of Radio Sketches 1945-1962 Essex County Historical Association.
We are hoping to run some fascinating vignettes in future issues.
J.C. Moons aka The Metropole
recently discovered the Walkerville Times website, and I must say,
it is excellent and I have learned a lot. I was wondering if you
could give me to the best of your knowledge, or at least point me
in the right direction to help me find, the history of 911 Walker
Road. (The south-west corner of Walker and Niagara). Currently it
is J.C. Moons. I hear there was a big fire there last week.
Ed. At this point, we dont know
a great deal about this building other than the name of a couple
of its previous incarnations, ie., Californias, and The Metropole.
Apparently, it was once known as Farmers Rest
because farmers would stop there on their way in to Hiram Walkers
with grain, etc. The original part of the building (if it is still
there) would be over 130 years old. The fire was confined to one
end of the building.
Anyone Seen Cecil?
brother, sisters and I (Patti, Mike and Sue students at WCI
in the 70s and 80s), were chatting the other day and we remembered
an older fellow who was always at the various WCI sporting events.
I believe he walked with a limp and his name may have been Cecil.
We remembered that we used to see him at the football, hockey and
basketball games, but I dont think we ever knew the story
behind him. If anybody has any information, it would help the four
Scandal Needed Addressing
you Elaine Weeks for your very insightful editorial regarding the
MFP scandal in the Feb. issue of The Walkerville Times. Your journalistic
efforts proved very effective in putting Windsors current
financial problems into a historical perspective. While local business
publications seem to pander only to those who advertise in their
periodicals, The Walkerville Times (which is mostly a neighbourhood
magazine), still finds the time to tackle the tough issues personally
affecting the taxpayers of Windsor. Keep up the good work!
Cavell and Peabody Connection
picking up my copy of your great paper, I realized Id missed
the October 2001 issue, containing an article about my school, Edith
So I picked it up at your office. (Thanks for the great service.)
I never lived in Walkerville, but it played a large part in my growing
up Willistead Library for one. My parents came to this area
in 1918-19. They had an apartment on Riverside Drive near Gladstone,
within walking distance of Ford Power Plant where my dad worked.
My mother had taught school in the north but had to update her certificate
for city teaching. Instead she went to work in the Peabody building
sewing overalls for Peabody Overall Co.
My parents bought three lots on Jefferson, south of Ottawa St. (now
Wyandotte) at Ontario, and built the first house on Jefferson at
153. My mother did substitute teaching at Edith Cavell after I started
school in 1929 as we were within a block of the school, and Mr.
Kelly, the principal could call on her at short notice. Keep up
the good work.
Marianne (Smith) Mayberry, Windsor
Ed. Subscribe and you wont miss
a copy of The Times!
R.J. Cyr & Bob-Lo Connection
read David Newmans article with great interest as I have many
fond memories of the island.
By way of correction, however, the Log Flume was installed in 1972
followed by the Thunder Bolt roller coaster in 1974. The roller
coaster was an innovative design for the time and one of the first
all-steel rides in North America. It was designed and fabricated
in Japan and when the amusement park closed, it was unbolted and
shipped to Mexico.
Both rides were installed by R. J. Cyr Co. of Windsor. The rides
were initially tested using sand bags, but when it came time to
be the first human riders, Lorenzo (Red) Browning, owner of the
island and my dad, Ray (R.J) Cyr took the front seats. After they
had deemed it safe they consented to give my sister
and I the second seats.
Thanks for a blast from the past that is eternally etched and will
never be forgotten.
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