Poor Lindenlea, the magical neighbourhood in which I grew up. It has been overtaken by the bourgeoisie and ruined. Gustave Flaubert and Madame Bovary would have a field day wandering along Rock, Rideau Terrace, Rockcliffe Way, Middleton Drive, Lambton and Elmdale Avenues and meeting all the people who have destroyed it with their bourgeoisie-ness.
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| Lindenlea. |
I grew up there in the fifties and sixties. The first planned neighbourhood in Canada, it has no peer to this day. My parents bought 8 Lindenlea Road for $6K, before they moved up in the world and bought 24 Rockcliffe Way down the block for $18K. Now? Those abodes are worth hundreds of thousands.
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| Where I grew up in the fifties and sixties, 8 Lindenlea Road. Seems to small now and whoever did that to those steps and walk should be killed. |
I see some residents strolling around on facebook making ludicrous videos of Lindenlea et environs. Beechwood Avenue? Back then it consisted of Art's Smoke Shop, the Kingsview Groceteria, Jolicoeur Hardware, a barber shop, the Linden Theatre and Fenton's Bakery -- the latter two now the New Edinburgh Pub.
What I remember about Art's Smoke Shop was the proprietor, Art, a small, mean man who sold everything from smokes to candy and school supplies. Every day before school started up in September, my Father would run us down to Art's to buy all our school supplies. We also bought all birthday presents there -- before birthday parties became contests of who could one-up the pretentious gift bag ritual.
Kingsview Groceteria was run by a Jewish couple, whose daughter was a good friend. Jolicoeur's was run by three haggard brothers, never without a cigarette dangling out of each mouth and a dangerous ash threatening to drop on the merchandise at any second. If Jolicoeur's didn't have it, it didn't exist.
My Father frequented the old-fashioned barber shop. As for the Linden Theatre? We were not allowed to go there because my Mother was convinced we would get ringworm! Fenton's? A delight with all sorts of goodies.
Now, Beechwood has been ruined with silliness and gentrification of craft shops and other notional levity and nonsense. As for New Edinburgh, it was then a dump and anyone who lived on Crichton or Stanley was very lower class. Now? It's a status neighbourhood.
There was also an outdoor city pool on the northwest corner of Beechwood and Crichton. No clue what happened to that lovely place, to which I used to bike regularly for a dip.
On the northwest corner of Springfield and Rideau Terrace, there was a completely fenced in and mysterious orphanage. Walking to Crichton Street Public, I would watch the orphans being marched down Springfield to the school at the corner at Beechwood by the nuns who ran the place. Now, it is all expensive condos, the orphanage long gone.
My aunt and uncle lived across from Craig's Florist on Rideau Terrace. No clue why that closed? The caretaker lived above the sheds and his wife used to be a regular babysitter; she did all the ironing.
As I trip down memory lane, I mourn the loss of one of the greatest neighbourhoods in the country. We will never see its equal.