The more I dig into the history of the Boyle Street and the city in general the more fascinated I become.
Came across this lovely blog today:
Some great old adverts here … snippets of things I remember my father speaking about, or that I remember. Now Lost.
The Pantages Theatre.
And here too, how much remains the same – the price of oil in the paper, being just one thing.
We lose so much when we lose our built history; this sort of erasure disconnects us from place, from experiencing our lives within the longer, larger context of the city’s history. It becomes easier to shirk responsibility for one’s part in making the city what it is – because we have less and less to connect us to it. The new doesn’t speak to longevity, to roots, to commitment (if it falls apart, we just build another one).
I am reminded of these things over an over, as the weeks go by and people continue to come by Boyle Street Plaza and share their stories and memories of the York Hotel, the neighbourhood, the city.
We had a lovely visit with Doug this past Wednesday night – he remembered so much about the hotels and other buildings in the area, the early days of radio and TV in the city, buildings and places all gone or changed or erased in one way or another. It was good to hear those stories, to hear memory of place come to life.
I hope what we are doing here with York:Moments contributes in some small measure to preserving those voices and stories, as so many of the buildings that held this neighbourhood’s history have met – and continue to meet – the wrecking ball.
All images in the post above found at Vintage Edmonton.