I must not be the only person who has associations of life events with a subway station, am I? It is afterall a place you meet up with people, start journeys & end them.
My association with Bathurst Station extends all the way to University. Commuting from Etobicoke (& then Mississauga) Bathurst’s blue & white decor signaled that I was finally downtown!
The small streets, the brownstone buildings, people going about their day, the noise of streetcars – the energy of city life was evident as soon as I stepped out of the entrance.
I know someone people hate downtown Toronto. They hate the noise, the traffic, the crowds of people. Not me. That’s the part I love. People live their lives on the street in a city. They meet friends, they meet lovers, they cry, they argue, they laugh, they make love. And if stand still, you get to witness a moment in a strangers life.
The second post in my Memories of Toronto’s Honest Ed’s series in honour of the last days of the bargain store’s life. You can read Memories of Honest Ed’s here.
Mirvish Village, is a collection of bars & shops in old Victorian houses along Markham Street. It is a neighbourhood that defined Toronto for me & seemed to be the perfect meeting places of artists, musicians, intellectuals & dreamers.
Now that I am looking back, I realize that Mirvish Village represented an idealized dream of the intellectual artists life that I always wanted to pursue, but was too sacred to. Instead I went the corporate route & now that I am ready to embark upon the path of a modern artists, the community of my youthful fantasies is about to be torn down.
There is irony in this somewhere. Or it is a sign. Regardless, I will feel the loss of Markham Street.
This is the first post in my Memories of Toronto’s Honest Ed’s series in honour of the last days of the bargain store’s life which will close on December 31, 2016.
The first time I saw Honest Ed’s we had just moved to Toronto. I was 16 & excited about my future life in “the city.” I loved the loudness of the building. The flashing lights, the red, yellow & orange colour scheme. It was a beacon at the intersection of Bathurst & Bloor, & I really wanted to live near it.
The first time I went to Honest Ed’s was in University. My friend & I wanted to see what the bargain store offered.
Coming from the suburbs where everything was shiny & new, Honest Ed’s less than new & shiny interior seemed different to us. But, the deals were too good to pass up & in time I grew to love the less-than-perfect look of Honest Ed’s.