- 2nd Edition of our Canadian Bestseller Now Available!
- Don’t Know Much About History?
- Snail Mail in Sandwich, Ontario
- A cool place named Oxley. Yeah, O-x-l-e-y.
- Summer in the City: Mid-20th Century
- Lost Children of Windsor
- The Canadian Club Girl: 1897
- Run Like a Girl
- Shovel It: Winter 1930s
- It’s the REAL McCoy!
- Al Roach
- black and white
- black history
- Canadian Club
- company town
- Detroit River
- Dirty Thirties
- Ford City
- Great Depression
- Hiram Walker
- History Babe
- Ouellette Avenue
- Roaring Twenties
- Walker Road
- Walkerville Publishing
Monthly Archives: May 2011
I’ve been saving this charming photo for a while. I received it from my constant source of old local photos, Charlie Fox, several years ago. He wrote: “I found another old photo you might like. The three people are Alfred Mapes, … Continue reading
Why All The Fuss? I was curious. British history is given short shrift in our schools so I had to wonder why we celebrated Queen Victoria every May. Not that I’m complaining or anything but what on earth did she … Continue reading
It’s kind of fun checking my blog’s stats to see how people find it. Now, before you think I don’t get out much, I have to say in my defence that that is simply not the case. I do get … Continue reading
Front of the House: The Magnificent Capitol Theatre 1948 Opened in 1920 as Loew’s Windsor Theatre, the Capitol Theatre in downtown Windsor has had many ups and downs. Just out of bankruptcy on Jan. 31st, it is now owned and operated … Continue reading
Another great story from “Was I Ever Lucky”, a memoir I am editing for long-time Windsorite, Barbara Kersey (née MacDonald). When my father, mother, little brother and I first came to Windsor from Nova Scotia in the mid-1920s, we lived … Continue reading
I lost my mother 13 years ago. We weren’t particularly close (long story) but I loved her and I now appreciate everything she endured and achieved, including having come of age during the Great Depression. Her family was well to … Continue reading
On a warm summer’s day, somewhere in Olde Walkerville, a woman brings a chair outside to shell her peas, or snap her beans, or perhaps take down the wash. Sitting regally, she observes the camera and the person taking her … Continue reading