Spacing Toronto's Jake Tobin Garrett takes a look, with abundant photos, of the way Toronto's Winchester Park in the neighbourhood of Cabbagetown combines both public and private space.
There is a lot of blending between the two, to the point where sometimes you have no idea whether the space you are using is public or private. (This has led to a few instances where a security guard materializes from somewhere to tell me no, you can’t lie down on that lovely stone bench and read your book, you bum.)
The several small parks that make up the block where Winchester Park is located in Toronto’s Cabbagetown neighbourhood (Ward 28) creates that same feeling of blended public and private spaces. It consists of four (I think) public parks set amidst several housing complexes that also have their own (private) spaces that are all connected by various internal walkways that are (I think) private.
One of the two small parkettes that make up Winchester Square Park (south of the bigger park) contains some raised bed gardens and is very clearly a public park. But the second space is a less defined green space that seems more like a private yard for the adjacent apartment building, whose towering blank face rises above the park, begging to have a mural painted on it. There’s even a small garden that borders the park with a green picket fence, but is (I think) a private garden of the building.
blogTO's Chris Bateman writes about the history behind St. James Town, a high-rise complex of social housing that has acquired a negative reputation for crime and poverty. It turns out that St. James Town was, and apparently is, actually a decided improvement on what was there before.
When it was first proposed in the 1960s, St. James Town was the biggest urban renewal project ever conceived in Toronto. By clearing a vast swath of crumbling Victorian properties in one of the city's poorest neighbourhoods, urban planners aimed to engineer the densest concentration of people in the country. The only people standing in the way were the owners of a handful of holdout homes who refused to budge.
Lucio Casaccio, a taylor, and Francis Berghofer, and 68-year-old grandmother, both fought to keep their homes against the St. James Town developer with varying levels of success. The remnants of their battles are still visible today, if you know where to look.
In the 1950s, many of the Victorian homes of north Cabbagetown were seriously grim. Many of the rental properties were owned by unscrupulous landlords and lacked even the most basic utilities.
One St. James Avenue mother told the city how she was forced to keep a light on above her two-month-old baby's crib to ward off rats and mice. Five families - 11 children and 10 adults - shared her building and its single bathroom. In a letter, she complained of roaches, faulty wiring, broken plumbing, and a lack of heat in winter. And she wasn't alone.
Inspections by health and building inspectors uncovered horrific conditions. Ceilings were collapsing, rotten floor boards created pits into filthy basements, and light fixtures hung off walls. "People shouldn't be living here," alderman June Marks told a tenant during a visit that was covered by the Toronto Star. The woman's pet cat had a freshly killed rat in its mouth. It waited, she said, by a hole in the wall for a new rodent to emerge every day.
Landlords were often to blame for the gross unsanitary conditions. Joseph Shori, the owner of some 24 properties in the area, said he rented one his St. James Town homes for $89 a month to a total of 23 tenants. He blamed people who were behind on rent for leaving the buildings in a not "ideal condition." (He would later threaten to cut off the heat, light and power to his properties when his tenants complained to the city's Board of Control.)
Chris Bateman's blogTO post "What's it like to live on a private street in Toronto?" takes a look at Toronto's Percy Street, a private street south of Cabbagetown, by the Don and not too far from the waterfront.
Bateman has some interesting notes about the history of the street and its denizens.
See also this 2009 post at the Toronto Realty Blog and a 2011 National Post article
Percy Street isn't like your street. This small stretch of Toronto road that runs south in a dog-legged kink from King Street to the Richmond Street ramp is one of the city's some 250 private streets and laneways. There's no gate, but the 35 residents here are just about as separate as it's possible to be in the city, and they like it like that.
"We call it the 'Republic of Percy,' it's kind of a joke," says Kali Hewitt-Blackie, co-owner of The Percy Bed & Breakfast at No. 6. "When you walk down the street it's like you're living in another land. It's not like Toronto, it's like something in England or someplace."
What really sets Percy apart is its lack of access to regular city services. There are no gates, barriers, or glaring warning signs, but snow, leaf, and garbage management are all arranged privately and paid for out of the resident's pockets. Even sewer maintenance costs are part of the experience shared by other private community residents like the home owners of Wychwood Park near St. Clair and Bathurst.
"We nominate people to do things," explains Hewitt-Blackie. We have a guy that's in charge of the bank account ... we have a little street signage committee, a street lighting committee, and we have one dealing with the rest of the things to do with Streetcar [the new condo that backs onto Percy.]"
Bateman has some interesting notes about the history of the street and its denizens.
See also this 2009 post at the Toronto Realty Blog and a 2011 National Post article
The CBC reports.
Police have identified the man that died following an overnight shooting in downtown Toronto as the brother of the victim in last summer's Eaton Centre shooting.
Police say they received a call reporting gunfire just after 11:30 p.m. Thursday at a seniors apartment at 55 Bleecker St., in the area of Carlton and Jarvis streets.
When police arrived, they found Nisan Nirmalendran, 21, suffering from gunshot wounds.
He was taken to St. Michael's hospital and pronounced dead. Police have not yet made any arrests.
Police confirmed that Nirmalendran was the brother of Nixon Nirmalendran, the 22-year-old who died on June 11, 2012 after being shot in the food court of Toronto’s Eaton Centre on June 2, 2012.
Det. Sgt. Terry Brown spoke at a news conference Friday, saying that there was “nothing to suggest that the two instances are related at all.”
The Toronto Star's Rosie DiManno has a typically emotive, but thorough article describing the life of a recent murder victim. A refugee from Eritrea, Nighisti Semret was walking home from her work as a hotel cleaner to her rented room in Toronto's Cabbagetown neighbourhood about 7 o'clock yesterday morning when she was fatally stabbed by a passerby, apparently at random.
Proud and stoic, a private woman, Nighisti Semret didn’t want people knowing where and how she lived.
Now, sadly, everybody knows where and how she died.
A makeshift flower memorial — forlorn urban ritual for violent loss in modern times — marks the spot where the 55-year-old refugee from Eritrea was brutally slain early Tuesday, a gloomy, wet morning.
The attack was frenzied and seemingly random, Semret’s assailant shadowing her footsteps, striking suddenly from behind, repeatedly plunging the knife. Dropped it, picked it up again, fended off a couple of Good Samaritan wranglers who tried to seize him, and fled.
Semret never saw any of it coming, likely didn’t even hear menace approaching as she walked homeward, umbrella lifted over her head. She’d just finished her overnight shift as a cleaning supervisor at the Delta Chelsea Hotel. No doubt she was tired and anxious to get out of the wet, back to her cramped 12-by-12 bolt-hole at a city-run women’s rooming house on Winchester St., with its shared kitchen and bath down the hall. Home and safety were just 100 metres away.
[. . .]
Yet it was a better life than the one Semret had known in Eritrea, and vastly improved from the homeless, friendless existence of two and a half years ago, when she first arrived in Toronto.
Last Saturday evening, I snapped this picture looking south down Cabbagetown's Metcalfe Street at Winchester, east of Parliament Street. I was standing kitty-corner to the Winchester Street Theatre, also photographed by me that evening.


The Winchester Street Theatre, located on 80 Winchester Street off of Parliament Street in the green, Victorian house-dense downtown neighbourhood of Cabbagetown, is home to the acclaimed Toronto Dance Theatre but is also a space open to rental for other performing groups. Saturday, I saw the debut performance of a friend's play in the central space of this converted church.


Those of you who've read me may know that I tend to be exasperated by ethnic myths. This, you'll not be surprised to know, is particularly true where the ethnicity concerned is one that I could conceivably lay claim to (#ohmybelovedhomeland). Thanks why I'm thankful that Facebook's Tom linked to Richard Jensen's 2002 paper from the Journal of Social History which takes apart the myth that "No Irish Need Apply" signs in the United States were regularly used to keep young Irish and Irish-American men from finding work. What signs, Jensen asks?
I like this summary of the paper's import:
Anti-Irish racism certainly did exist--I blogged this Sunday just past about how some Victorians believed in the "negrescence" of the Irish and other Celts--but it's also important to actually use, you know, facts when you're talking about history. Unless you're not talking about objective reality, but that's a separate matter.
And if you're curious, Irish Canadians seem to have undergone similar experiences of alienation, particularly in the urban areas where they settled following the island's social and economic breakdown, where they became one of the first distinctive, feared, urban underclasses.
Toronto's neighbourhood of Cabbagetown, named after the vegetable the Irish-Canadians labourers grew in their yards to supplement their diets, was one of these districts.
The fact that Irish vividly "remember" NINA signs is a curious historical puzzle. There are no contemporary or retrospective accounts of a specific sign at a specific location. No particular business enterprise is named as a culprit. No historian, archivist, or museum curator has ever located one; no photograph or drawing exists. No other ethnic group complained about being singled out by comparable signs. Only Irish Catholics have reported seeing the sign in America—no Protestant, no Jew, no non-Irish Catholic has reported seeing one. This is especially strange since signs were primarily directed toward these others: the signs said that employment was available here and invited Yankees, French-Canadians, Italians and any other non-Irish to come inside and apply. The business literature, both published and unpublished, never mentions NINA or any policy remotely like it. The newspapers and magazines are silent. The courts are silent. There is no record of an angry youth tossing a brick through the window that held such a sign. Have we not discovered all of the signs of an urban legend?
The NINA slogan seems to have originated in England, probably after the 1798 Irish rebellion. Throughout the 19th and 20th centuries it was used by English to indicate their distrust of the Irish, both Catholic and Protestant. For example the Anglican bishop of London used the phrase to say he did not want any Irish Anglican ministers in his diocese. By the 1820s it was a cliché in upper and upper middle class London that some fussy housewives refused to hire Irish and had even posted NINA signs in their windows. It is possible that handwritten NINA signs regarding maids did appear in a few American windows, though no one ever reported one. We DO have actual newspaper want ads for women workers that specifies Irish are not wanted; they will be discussed below. In the entire file of the New York Times from 1851 to 1923, there are two NINA ads for men, one of which is for a teenager. Computer searches of classified help wanted ads in the daily editions of other online newspapers before 1923 such as the Booklyn Eagle, the Washington Post and the Chicago Tribune show that NINA ads for men were extremely rare--fewer than two per decade. The complete absence of evidence suggests that probably zero such signs were seen at commercial establishments, shops, factories, stores, hotels, railroads, union halls, hiring halls, personnel offices, labor recruiters etc. anywhere in America, at any time. NINA signs and newspaper ads for apartments to let did exist in England and Northern Ireland, but historians have not discovered reports of any in the United States, Canada or Australia. The myth focuses on public NINA signs which deliberately marginalized and humiliated Irish male job applicants. The overwhelming evidence is that such signs never existed.
Irish Americans all have heard about them—and remember elderly relatives insisting they existed. The myth had "legs": people still believe it, even scholars. The late Tip O'Neill remembered the signs from his youth in Boston in 1920s; Senator Ted Kennedy reported the most recent sighting, telling the Senate during a civil rights debate that he saw them when growing up. Historically, physical NINA signs could have flourished only in intensely anti-Catholic or anti-Irish eras, especially the 1830—1870 period. Thus reports of sightings in the 1920s or 1930s suggest the myth had become so deeply rooted in Irish-American folk mythology that it was impervious to evidence. Perhaps the Irish had constructed an Evil Other out of stereotypes of outsiders—a demon that could frighten children like the young Ted Kennedy and adults as well. The challenge for the historian is to explain the origins and especially the durability of the myth. Did the demon exist outside the Irish imagination—and if not how did it get there? [T]he myth originated and will explore its long-lasting value to the Irish community as a protective device. It was an enhancement of political solidarity against a hostile Other; and a way to insulate a preindustrial non-individualistic group-oriented work culture from the individualism rampant in American culture.
I like this summary of the paper's import:
In History and Memory, Geoffery Cubitt talks of “distorted memories,” memories that assimilate memory detail from one experience into the context of another, often imbued with additional meaning.[2] Such is the case with NINA signs. As Jensen notes, Irish-America harbors deep beliefs in their victimization in the United States, including job discrimination, stemming from the trials of the Irish Potato Famine. In the United States, the Irish needed to foster a new ethnic community and identity, one that did not place the villains of their story as the distant and overseas British. That villain became Americans holding access to jobs. The NINA sign embodies that transference, a distorted memory with deep symbolic meaning that overshadows the historical record.
Anti-Irish racism certainly did exist--I blogged this Sunday just past about how some Victorians believed in the "negrescence" of the Irish and other Celts--but it's also important to actually use, you know, facts when you're talking about history. Unless you're not talking about objective reality, but that's a separate matter.
And if you're curious, Irish Canadians seem to have undergone similar experiences of alienation, particularly in the urban areas where they settled following the island's social and economic breakdown, where they became one of the first distinctive, feared, urban underclasses.
Canadian cities and larger towns quickly developed Irish sections or wards. The Anglo-Protestant majority measured the Irish contribution economically and the Irish deficiencies socially, religiously and racially. On the one hand, many of the Irish created a labour force ready and able to fill the seasonal employment demands of a newly expanded canal system, lumber industry and burgeoning railway network; on the other hand, because of their low income, their Catholicism, the seasonal separation from their families and differences in their way of life, they were a conspicuous minority group. They filled working-class neighbourhoods and inflated majority fears of social evils previously dismissed as peculiar to the US.
For some years the Irish supplied the base of a working-class labour force necessary for the slow advance of communication, commerce and industry, but they remained an adjunct to, rather than a central component of, mainstream North American economic and social life - the basis of which was commerce and agricultural activity. Policy tied population increase to land settlement. Gradual commercial and industrial development usually serviced the agricultural sector, and, because many Irish were not farmers, Irish labourers were seen as rootless.
Toronto's neighbourhood of Cabbagetown, named after the vegetable the Irish-Canadians labourers grew in their yards to supplement their diets, was one of these districts.
[LINK] "Igor Kenk wants his bikes back"
Apr. 8th, 2010 09:21 pmI blogged back in the summer of 2008 about Igor Kenk, the owner of a used bike shop in Toronto who was arrested then in connection to his central role in the theft of some three thousand bikes, secreted in a dozen different locations across Toronto. He's since been convicted, sentenced to sixteen months in jail, while those of his bikes that haven't been returned to their owners are being given to children in poor communities across Ontario. To me, what Jennifer Yang distributed in a writes in the Toronto Star suggests that Kenk's bike theft was less a case fo desiring to profit personally from crime and more a case of spectacular hoarding.
Igor Kenk misses his bikes.
In an unexpected turn of events, the convicted bike-nabber showed up at the Cabbagetown Youth Centre on Monday where nearly 2,000 bikes seized from his property in 2008 were being donated to inner-city youth.
Volunteers were hauling some 1,830 bicycles and parts into the basement for temporary storage when a man in a baby blue track suit showed up and began asking how he could purchase some of the bikes.
The man then offered to help rebuild some of the bicycles before leaving his phone number and a name: Igor.
“My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe it,” said Mary, a centre volunteer who declined to give her last name. “It almost seems like he was visiting his children or something and had a restraining order (against him).”
Kenk claims to have stumbled upon the community event, only realizing later that the bikes being donated originated from his stash.
A peevish Kenk told the Star he still considers the bikes his property and called it “completely and utterly irresponsible” to have them “thrown in the garbage.”
“This is like (taking) Ferrari or Lamborghini cars, throwing them as scrap,” Kenk said.
He added, “Of course they’re my bikes. Think of them as my puppies ...”
“I would love to buy some of my property back.”
[. . .]
Kenk complained he was strong-armed into forfeiting the bikes to the province. Under the Civil Remedies Act, the attorney general can ask a civil court to freeze, take possession of, or forfeit property that is deemed to result from unlawful activity.
Before being forfeited to the province, the bikes were held by the Toronto police’s property and evidence unit — a task that was “logistically challenging to say the least,” according to manager Brenda Radix. Police say as many as 900 of Kenk’s bikes have since been returned to their rightful owners.
Cabbagetown's St. James' Cemetery, the oldest active cemetery in Canada, is associated with the Anglican Diocese of Toronto and can be quite photogenic. This is the first night photo I've seen of it.
[BLOG] Some Friday links
Mar. 26th, 2010 01:51 pm- 80 Beats reports that an island disputed by India and Bangladesh over maritime rights has sunk back into the Bay of Bengal, and that a rain of blazing hot helium falls on Jupiter.
- Bad Astronomy's Phil Plait writes about new telescopic studies of the Jupiter's Great Red Spot, its vast hurricane, and its insights into its implications for atmospheres generally.
- At Beyond the Beyond, Bruce Sterling lists the urban megaregions of the future, like the dense corridor linking Sao Paulo with Rio, or Mumbai with Delhi.
- Geocurrents reports on the massive untapped agricultural potential of Ethiopia and southern Sudan.
- At Language Hat, due if bemused consideration is given to the fact that a growing number of enthusiasts is trying to establish Na'vi, the language of the Pandorans of Avatar as a full-fledged language with its own speech community.
- Lawyers, Guns and Money's SEK makes the compelling argument that Glenn Beck's populist rage bears a great deal of similarity to the anger of punk rockers.
- Palun wonders why Estonians are so politically quiet despite the harsh recession, concluding that, in part, they do not have any options.
- Gideon Rachman argues that Britain's self-exclusion from the Eurozone has left it isolated at a time when the bloc is hanging together.
- Slap Upside the Head writes about the surprising news that, without any obvious justification, perhaps up to 15% of medical studies arbitrarily exclude gay subjects in trials.
- Spacing Toronto's Marcus Bowman writes about the Netherlands' Randstad, the densely-built complex of cities around Amsterdam, and finds interesting points in its greenbelt policies and in the different specializations (business, government, education, and so on) of its component communities. Ryan Bolton, meanwhile, examines the persistence of mom-and-pop shops and the intrusion of chain businesses, competing in the slowly gentrifying Toronto neighbourhood of Cabbagetown.
- Sublime Oblivion makes the point that Paul Goble, writer and poster at Window on Eurasia, has made some bizarrely outlandish claims in the past. Me, I link to his posts only when they feel good. More happily, there is another great large news roundup at his blog.
- Understanding Society has a comprehensive examination of the writings of James Scott, who writes about how the peoples of highland Southeast Asia have forged their identities through a comprehensive rejection of state power and its intrusions.
- Window on Eurasia notes that, surprise, ethnic Russians in the Russian Federation mostly identify with Orthodoxy while mostly remaining non-Christian in the same way as many on the same pattern as other traditionally Christian populations in Europe and North America.