We enjoyed a delicious Thanksgiving dinner in Uxbridge with Eric and Viv, John and Megan and Luke and Stephanie. After dinner, Luke and I sat down and jammed for a while. Tuffy P caught a bit of Cold Frosty Morning on video, so here it… Read More
My parents…
I’ve been posting some old family photos lately. Earlier this week I was looking through an old album and a few pictures caught my attention, so I scanned them and thought I’d share them here. I recall this spot well. I must have been in… Read More
My father was a working man. That’s how I remember him at least. He had a business he built from the ground up, called Alumacraft. They made aluminum windows in the era of the storm window. I remember the long hours he and my mom… Read More
I came across this old photo looking through some albums we have tucked away in a cupboard. That’s me there. Curiously, I remember this like it was yesterday. I mean I remember a short period of time in which I was on this beach and… Read More
I grew up in a family that fished and fished a lot. It seemed my father and my brother were always either heading to some spot or another or else talking about it. Getting ready for opening day was a ritual in our home, serious… Read More
I was named after my father’s older brother Eugene, who usually went by Gene. My dad was born in 1917 and Gene was born in 1913. Gene was born in Toronto (I believe my dad was born in Montreal), but my father’s side of the… Read More
Sheila Gregory, who many 27th Street visitors know as the fantastic Tuffy P, has a blog. Initially it was a place she could send people who wanted to look at images of her paintings. Recently though, she has started a series of photo posts she… Read More
As I was growing up in the 1960s (I was born in 1960), my parents ran a small business making aluminum windows in the Junction near Dundas and Runnymede in Toronto. It was called Alumacraft. By that time business was pretty good and both my… Read More
My grandparents on my father’s side lived in Chicago before moving up to Canada. My father often told me stories of how my grandfather was a musician who played violin in what he called “pit bands” in Chicago. I don’t know anything about his background… Read More
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