A little trip down Memory Lane… both good and bad.
11 Happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s
(in no special order)
- Big brother Dan “riding” me on his bike (I sat on the crossbar in front of him – not too comfy) to see the fireworks on Victoria Day at night, in Trenholme Park. Thrilling!
- Brother Dan again, taking me with him when he went “collecting” for his Montreal Star paper route in the vicinity of Marcil, Terrebonne and Oxford Avenues.
- Occasional lunch with Mom at the Maryland Tea Room, across from my parents’ store, Monkland Dry Goods. My fave was omelet and fries with a chocolate sundae for dessert, no nuts. “Jerry” the waiter got to know my choice as it never varied.
- Snacks from “Tom’s” – the store next to my parents’ store: Black Beautys (chocolate cakes loaded with transfats, I’m sure!), Mello Rolls (Lowney’s ice cream) and Mackintosh caramel bars. It’s a wonder my teeth didn’t fall out.
- Riding my bike all over NDG. Total freedom at 10 years old! (Look Ma, no helmet!)
- Learning to swim (sort of) at the NDG YMCA, at age 8. I made it across the width of the pool (20 feet) but that’s as far as I could manage. (I flunked Beginners’ B. Sigh.)
- Roller-skating (with key)! Everywhere! See #5!
- Halloween – no houses were considered unsafe. This was before razor blades in apples!
- Lilacs I used to steal for my Mom, from various back yards, every May.
- Ballet Class on Saturday mornings. Loved the pretty costumes and dainty pink ballet shoes.
- Movies at the Monkland Theatre where my dad knew the manager (so I could get into kid-friendly shows even though I was nowhere near the mandated age 16).
7 Not-so-happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s
(in no special order)
- Not being allowed into my friend’s house to see their Xmas tree, because (as I was told) I was Jewish.
- Being teased for having a sandwich made with ‘yellow bread’ (challah) at lunchtime at school. (Most of the kids weren’t Jewish and only had white bread, apparently.)
- Ballet Class on Saturday mornings. I never knew what the hell I was doing. 😀
- Almost drowning at Plage Laval one summer, due mainly to my father’s obliviousness.
- My cousin ripping up my paper dolls, and his mother excusing him: “He’s only playing!”
- Developing a stutter during grade 4 because a teacher took a dislike to me for some reason and was nasty to me all year.
- My grade 5 teacher shaking me (for talking during a fire drill while we were lined up outside) so hard I thought my head would fall off.