Yesterday morning I went for a walk. I left the cats indoors because workmen were expected to come by to remove the old concrete sidewalk. I made my way along Church Street then stopped at Main, to take photos of the the old Cenotaph. In the time I have lived in Streetsville, I have seen it renovated at least twice. The second time was far better then the first time. Now it sits prettily at one end of the Town Square, with a clock at the other end.
Now it sits prettily at one end of the Town Square.
With a clock at the other end.
Afterwards, I crossed over to Queen Street. When I reached El Mariachi, I stopped again to take more photos. Though I have never eaten in the restaurant, I like its bright orange exterior. The curved lamps are a leftover from some ancient time. Next door to it is Streetsville Travel, that has continued to exist after nearly every other business from 50 years ago has ceased to. Not only has it proven to be an entrepreneurial stalwart, but the building itself, though small, is quite old.
Next door to it is Streetsville Travel.
I had heard that the Salvation Army Thrift Store had opened again. So I went there. But it was closed. A gentleman who was standing nearby told me that it would open at 10 am though. So I crossed over to the coffee shop, and bought a coffee, which I then brought back with me to the Thrift Store. I then sat outside on a step, and waited. Then I got up and took a photo of the alleyway. Then sat down again. Finally the store opened. I found a statue of Jesus, holding his robe up at the corner, which seemed peculiar looking, but not peculiar enough to buy. Instead I bought an old LIFE magazine and a pair of shorts.
When I was finally satisfied with my visit to the Thrift Store, I then walked along Mill Street in the direction of the cemetery. (I needed to check on the flowers at my mother and fathers gravesite). Along the way I discovered a pipe sticking out of the ground next to an old building. It said FUEL OIL on its cap, and was padlocked. I pondered what it was used for. Either it was to load oil into a tank for heating, or for the mechanics garage that was there when I was growing up.
Once I was done at the cemetery, I walked back again, though I decided to take a stroll through the park first, before heading home. The stream was nearly completely dry, and so was easy to get across. I stopped to take photos of some old Locust Trees that are among the very last of the ones in the park, that I grew up with. Their are six of them in a circle. A seventh one was cut down years ago, which I suppose was not very lucky.
Once I was done at the cemetery, I walked back again.
From the park I headed back along Church Street towards home. When I reached the old Russell Langmaid Public School I took a photo of a blue heart that someone had spray painted on top of a wall. It reminded me that even when a heart is blue, it is still a pretty thing.