I’ve got a big birthday coming up. The exact number doesn’t matter, but trust me, it’s big. Put it this way: In the 1950s I was a child, but now… I’m not. So I’m getting contemplative. Here is a wistful vignette of a bustling and burgeoning city, a warm and welcoming place – my Montreal – and how it changed.
1950s
Snowdon Memories
[Originally written for inclusion in Memories of Snowdon in the 50’s – a 2006 paperback by Bill Conrod.]
11 Happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s… and 7 Unhappy Ones
A little trip down Memory Lane… both good and bad.
11 Happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s
School Daze 1950
Ever since I’d taught my next-door neighbour to read – we were both four years old – I was obsessed with the idea of going to school. If my big brother could go, why couldn’t I?
Bubby’s Carpet
In which – yet again – I get close to my “inner child.” I just can’t seem to leave her alone. Maybe she’s not ready to be left. 😉
Billy and Me
Memories of a summer at Plage Laval, near Montreal.
The Making of a Nicotine Addict, 1956
Montreal murals in days of old, advertising cigarettes… they used to be everywhere. This was but one factor contributing to the belief (for me and too many others) that it was perfectly okay to smoke. Here’s what else helped to lead me down the tobacco-strewn path.
Belmont Park
The Scrambler
Kiddieland
Roller Coaster
Belmont Park Entrance
This is a little slice of nostalgia about my first visit to an amusement park. (It was published in our daily newspaper in its special section commemorating the 350th anniversary of the founding of Montreal.)
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Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 