Eaton Place

 

When I was growing up, I lived in a child’s dreamland on a little street called Eaton Place. The neighbourhood was built after World War ll in the early 1950s and was home to low income, hard working families. Most of the Dads were war veterans and most of the Moms stayed at home and raised the children. There were hundreds of kids in our neighbourhood.

Moms & kids of Eaton Place

Moms & kids on Eaton Place

All the backyards were unfenced in those days so we had one huge yard to play in – tag, kick-the-can, football, or baseball in the summer and sledding, ice skating, or building snow forts in the winter. My Dad built us a brick patio to dance on when we brought our record player outside on the back porch during the summertime.

Dancing on the backyard patio

Dancing on the backyard patio

In the winter, Dad made a skating rink on the empty lot beside our house and Mom would take the garden hose and water the hill out back for sledding after she flooded the rink. The whole neighbourhood would come over to our place after school and on weekends to skate or slide all winter long!

Winter fun

Winter fun

After our gravel road was paved in the late 1950s, we skipped with our skipping ropes, playing ‘double-dutch’ while singing songs. We were NEVER indoors unless we were eating or getting ready for bed or watching Hockey Night in Canada.
I remember back in the day, that the ‘ice man’ would come around selling ice for people’s iceboxes (pre-refrigerators). There was the ‘milkman’ who left full quart bottles of fresh milk right on your front porch and exchanged the empty bottles – there was never any concern that the milk would go bad because there was always someone home to bring it in the house. The ‘bread man’ came to the door every day with a heavy wire basket full of goodies and bread – our Mom simply had to pick whatever she wanted. Every Saturday morning, I would go with my Dad to the Loblaws grocery store and sit on the 10 cent horse ride dreaming I was on a real horse.
We like to play in the nearby ‘field’ which was an undeveloped area of bushes, trees, grass, and hills which afforded tons of fun and imagination. When I was a bit older, I was allowed to go to ‘the creek’ which was a small river, the Red Hill Creek, with high banks that cut through the edge of the neighbourhood. I remember tobogganing down a steep hill there once and hurt my ankle when I crashed into a tree so my sister Faye had to pull me all the way home on the sled. I was always trying to climb trees too big to reach the bottom branches. The biggest ‘dare’ of all was to walk along ‘the cliff’ – I did once and I was scared to death.

Eaton Place girls

Eaton Place girls – baseball game out back

My sister and I went back to the ol’ hood a few years ago – all the yards are fenced now and the homes are owned outright. The ‘field’ is now occupied by houses and the ‘creek’ has a highway running through it.
We made lifelong friends on that street. Those close ties cannot be broken by time. And the memories will last forever.

 

 

 

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Diane Downey
    Feb 01, 2015 @ 13:38:25

    Loved this piece, Linda! My memories are similar! ps. I cut my ‘bum’ sliding down that hill at the creek on a piece of cardboard one winter and still have the big scar to prove it! The very best of times and I too, still have the friends from friendships made from the old neighbourhood. ❤

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  2. Maureen sincllair
    Feb 01, 2015 @ 14:14:49

    Great memories when we used to visit , Good times with our cousins forsure. Thanks for sharing .

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  3. Bet
    Feb 01, 2015 @ 14:21:48

    Our childhood was absolutely the best ever!!… We had such loving parents… who always welcomed our friends… and relatives into our home… We were so lucky to grow up in this neighbourhood… And speaking of life-long friends from Eaton Place – I am STILL in contact with Sharon Chrysler and we have been friends our entire lifetime!! Our children are friends…

    Linda – I too remember being brought home on the tobaggan because we were sledding at Red Hill Creek and my feet got frost-bitten!! Faye always took care of us and lugged me all the way home that day!!

    Eaton Place was very special… and I’m so glad that we had the opportunity to be brought up there… Our childhood was a beautiful, peaceful and loving one..

    Thanks Mum and Dad,,, and thanks Linda for bringing me back to this happy time…I LOVE all the pictures!!… It’s just like I remembered….

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  4. Kristi
    Feb 06, 2015 @ 14:28:26

    What a beautiful beautiful childhood!! I Loved reading this post Linda…and wish all my grandchildren could be so blessed! What a wonderful time to grow up….what a wonderful life!

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  6. SUSAN CHRYSLER SARNELLI
    Apr 18, 2017 @ 14:05:40

    IT WAS THE BEST EVER I HAVE TO AGREE ESPECIALLY THE BASEBALL DIAMOND OUT BACK WHERE WE PLAYED BALL
    BEST MEMMORIES EVER

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