This clip was sent in by Wendy
Hi Martin: I
was speaking with my sister this morning and telling her about your website.
She was 12 years old when we left Petrolia and had attended the Maude Street
school from grade 1 to half way through 6. She has a picture of the
class in front of the school and I see you have probably similar picture
posted. Anyway, she said she will go through any pictures that she
may have and will be happy to send them your way. They will be away
for a couple of months but I will keep on top of it for you.
Anyway, she says we lived across the street from the Linda Vista Inn
which was owned by the Hartwell's. They had three daughters: Gabrielle,
Michelle, and my little friend Stephanie (I named my first child Stephanie
because from my age of 3 I liked the name) and a son, name we can't remember.
Mr. Hartwell apparently was an artist who painted Victorian style historical
paintings, and my sister remembers many of his paintings hanging in the Inn.
One of my sister's friends, Peggy Carter (whom I was trying to locate
for my sister) apparently lived in the nursing home behind the Linda Vista
Inn. The nursing home was run by Peggy's sister a nurse
(last name Thompson).
I seem to remember a funeral home a few doors down from where we lived
on the corner. My sister says she took tap dancing lessons in the funeral
home and was always scared to go there.
The house that we lived in was owned by Orma and Ken Ferg and they
lived downstairs and we lived upstairs. My dad also ran a small radio
repair shop from up there.
I do remember that we used to go and play in what was the ice house.
My memories very vague as I was only 4 at most, but my sister says they used
to go and jump from the rafters into the straw below.
Such fun having the memory jogged by your website. As a child
you never appreciate or even care about the history of your surroundings
and often by the time we get interested there is nobody left to ask.
Will get the newspaper off this week, unfortunately there is no picture
of me but I was a perfect post war candidate as I had curly hair and chubby
cheeks, the 'Gerber' baby. My mother always said that she was sorry
she had entered me as she felt bad for the other mothers who thought there
own babies were the most beautiful.