This was a big year for The Toronto Dreams Project. I published more posts on this blog in 2014 than in any other year since I launched this thing back in 2010. And for the first time, I got to leave to dreams about the history of Toronto not just in Toronto itself but all over the place. Thanks to the supporters of my Indiegogo crowd-funding campaign, I took the Dreams Project on the road to visit Toronto-related historical sites in England and Wales. Plus, I made treks to Quebec City and Niagara Falls. I launched twelve new dreams this year, continued to write my column over at Spacing, and added new, musically-themed sticky plaques to Toronto's grungy bar bathroom walls.
Now, with just a few days left before 2015, I figured I would be completely self-indulgent and look back at some of my favourite posts from the last twelve months, giving you the chance to catch any of the best stuff you might have missed. I've picked a dozen of my favourite stories, covering everything from Fraggles to vikings to The Beatles to baseball to the apocalypse... Some of them are among the most popular posts I wrote this year; some are just personal favourites.So here we go:
Toronto was founded in a troubled time. It was the summer of 1793 when
the first British soldiers showed up to clear the forest and make way
for our brand new town. Just ten years earlier, some of those same men
had been fighting in the American Revolution. Their commander, John
Graves Simcoe, was a hero of that bloody war; no stranger to danger and
death. In fact, he seems lucky to have survived the Revolution at all.
He was wounded three times — once very seriously. At one point, he was
captured and spent six months in an American prison. But by the end of
the Revolution, he had earned a reputation as one of the bright and
rising stars of the British military. He did so well that when the
British created a brand new province in what's now southern Ontario — a
home for Loyalists driven out of the United States by the rebels — they
chose Simcoe to run it: the first Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada... [continue reading this post from January 6, 2014]
It all started in 1981 at the Hyde Park Hotel in London, England. Jim
Henson was there with some of his writers and puppeteers. For the last
five extraordinary years, The Muppet Show had been filmed in a
nearby studio, but now it was coming to an end. Henson wanted to
brainstorm ideas for a new children's television series. This one was
going be even more ambitious. Years later, one of the puppeteers
remembered the moment it all began: "Jim walked into the room and said,
‘I want to do a show that will change the world and end war.'" That's how Fraggle Rock started... [continue reading this post from February 13, 2014]
At first, no one believed it was really happening. It sounded too good
to be true. The Toronto Rock 'N' Rock Revival Show was going to be a
massive, thirteen-hour spectacle in tribute to old-timey jukebox rock
& roll. The line-up was going to feature some of the greatest rock
stars that had ever lived: a mix, mostly, of old greats from the 1950s
and up-and-coming young stars. Little Richard. Chuck Berry. Alice
Cooper. Jerry Lee Lewis. Bo Diddley. Chicago. The Doors. Gene Vincent.
Junior Walker & The All-Stars. But tickets for the festival hadn't
been selling well at all. People in 1969 weren't really all that
interested in rock & roll from the '50s. They were into psychedelic
rock now; Woodstock had happened less than a month earlier. So it seemed
pretty convenient when the rumour started: that John Lennon was going
to show up with Yoko Ono, Eric Clapton and The Plastic Ono Band in tow... [continue reading this post from March 3, 2014]
When you ask Google who the greatest second baseman of all-time was, a
few names pop up. Rogers Hornsby is a popular pick, a star for the St.
Louis Cardinals back in the 1920s and '30s. Some people say it was the
Dodgers' Jackie Robinson or the Reds' Joe Morgan or the great Eddie
Collins who played for the A's and White Sox. Roberto Alomar's name
comes up, too — the Blue Jays Hall of Famer is easily one of the best
ever. But he's not the greatest second baseman to ever wear a Toronto
uniform. That honour goes to the man who played second base for the
Toronto Maple Leafs in 1917... [continue reading this post from April 1, 2014]
He was, in a lot ways, something of a Canadian stereotype. He was born
in a shack on the Prairies during the winter of 1927. He grew up working
on his parents' farm, ploughing fields and tending cows. When he was
older, he worked as a lumberjack in the towering forests of Québec and
on the shores of Lake Superior. As a construction worker, he put curbs
on the streets of Edmonton and built grain elevators in Thunder Bay. As a
waiter, he served the rich and famous at the Royal York Hotel in
Toronto. And as a painter... Well, as a painter, he became one of the
most successful artists in Canadian history, using scenes from his past
to capture the spirit of the nation on canvasses that sell for hundreds
of thousands of dollars. His work hangs on the walls of some of the most
important art galleries in the world — and in kitchens all across our
country. His paintings are praised as being quintessentially Canadian.
Books of his work have titles like A Prairie Boy's Summer, Lumberjack, The Last of the Arctic and O Toronto. He's been hailed as "Canada's Norman Rockwell."
But William Kurelek had a dark side, too. So dark, in fact, that by the end of his life, he was convinced the world was about end in a blaze of Biblical fury. It's one the reasons his biographer, Patricia Morley, calls Kurelek's life "one of the strangest stories ever told... [continue reading this post from April 17, 2014]
But William Kurelek had a dark side, too. So dark, in fact, that by the end of his life, he was convinced the world was about end in a blaze of Biblical fury. It's one the reasons his biographer, Patricia Morley, calls Kurelek's life "one of the strangest stories ever told... [continue reading this post from April 17, 2014]
The Vikings, of course, aren't exactly the first people who leap to mind
when you think of Toronto's heritage. After all, we're a city founded
by the British in territory previously claimed by the French on the
ancestral lands of the First Nations. And while many people from
Scandinavia have called Toronto home, immigration from the northern
reaches of Europe has generally been dwarfed by immigration from other
parts of the world.
But if you know where to look, the linguistic traces of a distant Viking past are all around you. You can find them in the names of our streets, our neighbourhoods, our libraries, our schools... In words we use every day. And for the most part, that's thanks to events that happened more than a thousand years ago many thousands of kilometers away. When the Vikings invaded the British Isles... [continue reading this post from July 5, 2014]
But if you know where to look, the linguistic traces of a distant Viking past are all around you. You can find them in the names of our streets, our neighbourhoods, our libraries, our schools... In words we use every day. And for the most part, that's thanks to events that happened more than a thousand years ago many thousands of kilometers away. When the Vikings invaded the British Isles... [continue reading this post from July 5, 2014]
These are the Blackdown Hills. They're one of England's official "Areas
of Outstanding Natural Beauty," all rolling green hillsides and yellow
fields and ancient trees lining roads so old they've worn deep groves
into the ground. It's a land of magic and of myth: of pixies and
fairies, of warrior ghosts and witchcraft, of Druids and Romans, of
poachers and smugglers, of Iron Age hill forts, Bronze Age burial mounds
and Stone Age earthworks. And this is where the founders of Toronto
fell in love.
The story of the Simcoes starts with a man named Samuel Graves. He was an Admiral in the British navy; he spent much of the 1700s fighting. He was the Captain of a ship during the Seven Years' War and he was the head of the whole North American fleet during the early days of the American Revolution. That bit didn't go very well: he was ordered to control the entire east coast of the United States with only a couple dozen ships. Those orders have gone down in history as one of the most impossible tasks ever asked of a naval officer. Graves was doomed to fail. Eventually, he was replaced and he headed home to his country estate, where he'd live out the rest of his days in relative peace and quiet... [continue reading this post from July 28, 2014]
The story of the Simcoes starts with a man named Samuel Graves. He was an Admiral in the British navy; he spent much of the 1700s fighting. He was the Captain of a ship during the Seven Years' War and he was the head of the whole North American fleet during the early days of the American Revolution. That bit didn't go very well: he was ordered to control the entire east coast of the United States with only a couple dozen ships. Those orders have gone down in history as one of the most impossible tasks ever asked of a naval officer. Graves was doomed to fail. Eventually, he was replaced and he headed home to his country estate, where he'd live out the rest of his days in relative peace and quiet... [continue reading this post from July 28, 2014]
It was 1920. Mary Pickford was the most famous woman in the world.
She'd been born in Toronto in the late 1800s: on University Avenue —
where Sick Kids is now — and made her stage debut as a young girl at the
prestigious Princess Theatre on King Street. Her early days here
launched a career that took her all the way to Broadway and then to
Hollywood where she became one the greatest silent film stars of
all-time. She was at the height of her career in those early days of
cinema when the movies were redefining what it meant to be famous. Her
golden curls became a global icon. One columnist went so far as to call her "the most famous woman who has ever lived".
Now, Pickford had fallen in love with another one of the most famous movie stars ever: Douglas Fairbanks Jr. They were married in a small, private ceremony outside Los Angeles. Their honeymoon would take them to England and to Europe. And it would be unlike anything the world had ever seen... [continue reading this post from August 29, 2014]
Now, Pickford had fallen in love with another one of the most famous movie stars ever: Douglas Fairbanks Jr. They were married in a small, private ceremony outside Los Angeles. Their honeymoon would take them to England and to Europe. And it would be unlike anything the world had ever seen... [continue reading this post from August 29, 2014]
It was 1832. William Lyon Mackenzie was fed up. He'd spent the last
decade fighting for democratic reform in Upper Canada. He'd founded a
pro-democracy newspaper. Written passionate editorials. Led protests.
Organized committees. He'd even run for office and been elected to the
provincial Assembly, where he gained a reputation as one of the most
radical champions of the Reform cause. This was before he became the
first Mayor of Toronto — and long before before his failed revolution —
but he was already one of the most polarizing figures in the province.
Still, no matter how famous he got, he was blocked at every turn.
Upper Canada was still pretty new back then. The province that would one day become Ontario was only a few decades old. It had been founded in the late 1700s as a safe haven for refugees from the American Revolution. During that bloody war, they'd seen for themselves the horrors committed in the name of democracy. And it was followed closely by the terror of the French Revolution. So, many of the early settlers in Upper Canada had a deep distrust of democratic ideas — what the first Lieutenant Governor, John Graves Simcoe, once called "the tyranny of democracy..." [continue reading this post from September 30, 2014]
Upper Canada was still pretty new back then. The province that would one day become Ontario was only a few decades old. It had been founded in the late 1700s as a safe haven for refugees from the American Revolution. During that bloody war, they'd seen for themselves the horrors committed in the name of democracy. And it was followed closely by the terror of the French Revolution. So, many of the early settlers in Upper Canada had a deep distrust of democratic ideas — what the first Lieutenant Governor, John Graves Simcoe, once called "the tyranny of democracy..." [continue reading this post from September 30, 2014]
There’s a small town on the very western edge of England, not far
from the River Severn, which marks the border with Wales. It’s called
Thornbury. It’s a lovely place; the High Street is lined with flowers,
filled with shoppers, and draped in bunting and flags. There’s a lot of
history, too. Thornbury is where they found one of the biggest hoards of Roman coins ever discovered in Britain. There’s a church from the 1100s. And right next door to that is the 500 year-old Thornbury Castle, where King Henry VIII once stayed with Anne Boleyn after beheading the original owner for treason.
But Thornbury also has a connection to the history of Toronto. It’s the town where John Rolph was born. And for a few brief days during the winter of 1837, it looked like John Rolph might end up being the very first Canadian President... [continue reading this post from October 28, 2014]
But Thornbury also has a connection to the history of Toronto. It’s the town where John Rolph was born. And for a few brief days during the winter of 1837, it looked like John Rolph might end up being the very first Canadian President... [continue reading this post from October 28, 2014]
One dark night in the summer of 1918, the HMHS Llandovery Castle
was steaming through the waters of the North Atlantic. She was far off
the southern tip of Ireland, nearly two hundred kilometers from the
nearest land. It was a calm night, with a light breeze and a clear sky.
The ship had been built in Glasgow and was named after a castle in
Wales, but now she was a Canadian vessel. Since the world had been
plunged into the bloodiest war it had ever seen, the steamship had been
turned into a floating hospital. She was returning from Halifax, where
she had just dropped off hundreds of wounded Canadian soldiers. On board
were the ship's crew and her medical personnel — including fourteen
nurses. They were just a few of more than two thousand Canadian women
who volunteered to serve overseas as "Nursing Sisters," healing wounds
and saving lives and comforting those who couldn't be saved. As the ship
sliced through the water, big red crosses shone out from either side of
the hull, bright beacons in the dark. The trip was almost over. Soon,
they'd be in Liverpool.
But then, without warning, the calm of the night was shattered by a terrible explosion... [continue reading this post from November 11, 2014]
But then, without warning, the calm of the night was shattered by a terrible explosion... [continue reading this post from November 11, 2014]
The first sign of the apocalypse came on a Saturday night in the early
autumn of 1950. It was a little after 9 o'clock. That's when a star was
seen streaking across the sky above Toronto; some said it was as big as
the moon. It was gone in an instant; it broke apart into three pieces
and disappeared over the lake. Most people didn't even notice. But the
meteor was just the beginning. The real show started the next day, when
the sun turned blue.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in Toronto — which is what all Sunday afternoons were like in Toronto back then. The stores were closed. People went to church. They hung out at home and spent time with their families. It was the first day after Daylight Saving Time, too, so people were enjoying the extra hour of rest. And since they were already expecting it to get dark early, some of them didn't even notice how early it really was. It was only the middle of the afternoon when a gloom fell over the city, like an eery, early dusk. Something had gone wrong with the sky... [continue reading this post from December 8, 2014]
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in Toronto — which is what all Sunday afternoons were like in Toronto back then. The stores were closed. People went to church. They hung out at home and spent time with their families. It was the first day after Daylight Saving Time, too, so people were enjoying the extra hour of rest. And since they were already expecting it to get dark early, some of them didn't even notice how early it really was. It was only the middle of the afternoon when a gloom fell over the city, like an eery, early dusk. Something had gone wrong with the sky... [continue reading this post from December 8, 2014]
