The Brampton Mall, from Fishing to Tobogganing – the Stories Are Here
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© Copyright 2009 Brampton Library Acknowledgements Through Our Eyes – History, Community, and Diversity is a project designed to document Brampton’s local history through the eyes of the people who have lived it and are living it still. In this booklet, seniors share their memories of growing up in Brampton, or moving here from near or far away. They talk about the changes they have seen over the years, and of the highlights that stand out most in their recollections. From floods to flowers, Dick Smith’s pond to the Brampton Mall, from fishing to tobogganing – the stories are here. Brampton Library would like to thank all of the authors who submitted their stories for inclusion in this book, as well as all of the seniors who told their stories on camera in the Through Our Eyes video interviews, which are available through Brampton Library as well as being viewable online (for more information see www.bramptonlibrary.ca). Special thanks go to Brampton Library staff members Pam Martin and Elizabeth Patterson, and to the volunteer project committee for their contributions: Swetha Christabel, Everton Dixon, Tristan Irvine, Francine Labelle, Vera Macdonald, Saniya Tariq and Madonna Vas Rodrigues. This project was made possible by the financial support of the Government of Canada’s New Horizons for Seniors Program. Sincerely, Chanda Gilpin and Sarala Uttangi Information Services Coordinators Brampton Library Table of Contents Stepping Stones . .1 South from Timmins . .1 Remembering My Childhood . .4 Brampton Business and Industry . .6 Volunteers Make the City . .8 Winter Wonders . .11 The Dale Estate . .13 The Rose Theatre . .15 1940s Brampton . .16 McHugh Public School . .18 Three Generations in Bramalea . .20 The Brampton Cardinals . .21 Bramalea: Satellite City . .23 Brampton Citizens’ Band . .25 Early Memories of Brampton . .27 Brampton Clown Band . .30 The Heritage Theatre . .31 Carabram: A Horticultural Perspective . .32 Home Again . .36 The Home Front . .38 The Vivian Family Businesses . .41 Peel Memorial Hospital . .42 Down Memory Lane . .44 To Our Nurses . .46 Gage Park . .48 The Brampton Mall . .48 Brampton on Parade . .51 How Do You Say “Bramalea”? . .53 Calvert-Dale Connections . .55 Sources / Further Reading . .59 Stepping Stones Ken Cuthbert There is a saying that you are not a real Bramptonian until you know where the Brampton “stepping stones” were located. So let me tell you that before the river diversion channel was built, the Etobicoke Creek flowed under the Church Street bridge to the foundation banking of the C.N.R. railway, running parallel to the tracks. Big stones (the “stepping stones”) were placed in the creek for people to get to Queen Street. E. without going all the way around Main Street. So now you know the story and you are a real Bramptonian! South from Timmins Irene Black (Based on a Brampton Library interview) We moved to Brampton from Timmins in 1952. My husband, Lloyd, worked for Armbro—they built everything. We came to Brampton because the company moved. My husband was a sales clerk, I guess you’d call it. He did a lot of things. 1 People didn’t have titles so much in those days. I always said I’d never live in southern Ontario; Gravenhurst would be my cut-off point. But here I am! It was hard to find anywhere to live when we first moved to Brampton. People rented out their upstairs rooms—made them into apartments. Anything they could rent out to make a little extra money. The first place we lived in Brampton was in one of these upstairs apartments. When the Etobicoke Creek flooded Brampton, I remember great floods of water rushing down the streets. We looked down on it from our upstairs. Eventually we moved to 36 Rosedale. It was a lovely little home. I felt great. We couldn’t find a place for so long and then to finally get our own home—well, my goodness! The neighbourhood was fine. But I worked and didn’t have time to mix. I didn’t have time to go with the ladies for their morning coffee. It wasn’t that I wasn’t friendly, I just worked. You can’t do both very well. Women who worked weren’t the usual then. I tried to work as many nights as I could so someone was home, at least in body, to look after our daughter. I had been with the Victorian Order of Nurses (VON) in Timmins and worked for VON in Brampton. They sent us out wherever we were needed. I walked from my house on Rosedale to Peel Memorial. I had a good workout! I walked like the wind. There was a drugstore in the last block and I remember one time this little kid jumped out of the doorway 2 in front of me. I would have just mowed him down, I was moving so quickly, so I just picked him up and set him aside. I must have scared the living daylights out of him! I remember home births. At that time many of the babies were born at home instead of in hospital because women didn’t want to go to a strange place. One morning I went out with my black bag and forgot to bring a razor. Then I thought, “The husband will have a razor.” He had an electric razor! Shaving isn’t part of preparation any more; they stopped doing that a long time ago. Brampton was quite small back then, a little place it seems, but typically southern Ontario. It was completely different from Timmins, which was a mining town. It was like day and night. People are the same everywhere, though. What they do makes the difference. The Four Corners intersection was all there was to Brampton. Saturday mornings we would have a sidewalk meeting to catch up with friends. That was the big outing. I shopped in downtown Brampton. There was a good A&P then. I would take my daughter’s wagon and do my grocery shopping. And every summer, before we drove to my parents’ cottage near Huntsville, I would borrow a shopping bag of books for the whole summer from the library on Queen Street. I had them read in no time. I loved the library—it was a great place to go. 3 We used to drive by Peel Manor and I’d say, “Now there’s a place I’ll never live.” Well, here I am. I said that about southern Ontario, too. I have to stop predicting! Remembering My Childhood Lorraine (Lewis) Baker My neighbourhood was so different then, in those wonderful childhood years. One of the most memorable places was Dick Smith’s pond. Such a beautiful natural setting. It was at the end of Centre Street South, just past Peel Memorial hospital, over the tracks. There is a park there now. Many animals and birds resided there: rabbits, muskrats, turtles. We used to swim there in the summer and skate in the winter. We could look out the kitchen window and see the cows on the opposite shore coming for a drink. Also in the winter, we used to slide down the hill on flattened- out cardboard boxes. In my dad’s time, they used to cut ice off the pond. I recall him telling me about a team of runaway horses, heading wildly down Wellington Street, right into the pond. Wagon and all was lost. How very sad! 4 I spent a lot of time down in the flats (or 40 acres) with my dog Lassie. My friends and I used to build forts in the pine trees where John Beck Crescent is situated today. There used to be a huge beech tree there and my dad and many of his friends carved their initials in it. In the springtime the entire area was covered with mayflowers and other wildflowers. I recall one time finding a nest of baby bunnies. So sweet! Down the lane at the end of the street lived the D’Angelos. They had a small farm there with a cow and a gaggle of geese who were really mean and chased me all the time. They also had a pig named Linda who was just like a dog. She would follow Mr. D’Angelo up and down the path between the house and barn. Oh yes—I almost forgot about the little flock of sheep who were in the field. Along Queen Street East there is a section of the street that was referred to as “the jog.” It is the area of Queen and Centre Streets. Further west towards downtown on Queen Street was Aziz’s Woolen Mill. The lane running beside it led to Rosalea park. To get to the park one had to cross over the “stepping stones” in the Etobicoke Creek. They were directly under the railway bridge which stands there today. We would go to Rosalea park to swim in “the tank” (the swimming pool). Looking back now, I guess it was tiny, but then there weren’t many kids back then—certainly not like today! Another place that I recall well was the Moore family’s hill. It 5 was on Mary Street and Peel Avenue, right where Mary Street ended. Today, houses stand where the Moore family’s garden was, and that was our sledding hill. Jean Moore was the cashier at the Capitol Theatre, which became the Heritage Theatre. Back then there was a little road continuing from Mary Street where a house once stood. If you went down this road there was a path that led to the flats and there were many icebergs there in the springtime.