Yesterday morning I decided to walk to the cemetery. On my way there I stopped to take some photos of the old Ontario Christian Bookstore, which closed last year. The signage is still up, but will soon be removed I suspect. Next door to it is an Italian Restaurant, which when I was growing up was a Chinese restaurant called Chungkings. Their was a very bald, older Chinese gentleman who worked there, that we used to see walking back and forth to the Beer Store. He was as common a sight as the garbage man. Anyways, their are some daisies growing out front now, which are quite pretty.
Further along another store is preparing to open. Its a Dollarama which is a big, corporate Dollar Store. (Which sounds almost like two incongruous things.) Most every store in Streetsville, was something else when I was growing up. In the case of the Dollarama, the building was once home to the Post Office. The thing I remember most about it, is how the people who worked there, never seemed to smile. That and how they used to toss packages from 10 feet away into a big cart. Which for a small kid, seemed like an ideal job. Out front their is an ancient wooden bench that I swear the Patriarchs must have sat on once. (It will be interesting to see whether it survives the new owners.) I walked around to the old loading docks as well, and took a few photos for posterity.
When I reached Robinsons Pharmacy, I stopped to look over its sign. Yesterday, I mentioned that Streetsville Travel is one of the few businesses in town that existed when I was young. (And even from before I was young.) Robinsons Pharmacy is another. It is where many of the older residents go to have their prescriptions filled, in almost stubborn opposition to the newer drugstore at the Central Plaza. Once their was a beautiful, old fashion yellow sign that hung, where the red, white and blue one does now. But it was wrecked by vandals. Close by is an old building which used to be an antique store, that I use to love going in, but is now an optometrists, which I don’t care to go in. Next to it is an awful looking building with a massage therapist and acupuncturist office. In its basement is Wilson Martial Arts, that you access down a flight of stairs. Then lastly I photographed the old Robinson-Bray House which is to Streetsville history, what London Bridge is to Londons.
Thus ended Phase One of my walk to the Cemetery. Crossing Queen I went inside the coffee shop, and purchased a coffee, which I then carried with me to the old Lawn Bowling Center. (Now the Streetsville Business Association.) There I sat down and enjoyed the gardens they’ve built, and watched the occasional ant. Growing in one of the planters were some pretty pink Lupines. When I was done sitting, I crossed Queen Street again, and took a photo of some Clematis growing up the wall of the Presbyterian Church.
From there I walked down to the park, past the swings, which have all been padlocked together to prevent people from using, and contaminating with the virus. When I reached the River, I debated whether to cross the foot bridge, or to take the gravel path. I chose the path, which brought me out to Main Street. Along the way I encountered what I believe are called Bouncing Bets. A long stem wildflower, that I think of as a harbinger of summer. I crossed over the Main Street Bridge, and then turned right into the cemetery, where I removed my sandals and went barefoot. I believe going barefoot to be one of lifes least expensive pleasures, and one of the things that keeps me most connected to my childhood. But it is also the cause of people staring at me. I have decided though that I would rather go barefoot and be thought a lunatic, then to be shod and considered sane.
At the park the swings have all been padlocked to prevent people from using, and contaminating with virus.
After I was done checking on the flowers at my mother and Fathers gravesite, I started to walk home. I took the path nearest to the River, that brings you to a small bridge, that kids like to write stuff on. Like BE GAY. DO CRIMES, which seems preposterous to me, but I suppose may possess some deep meaning. I made my way along Main Street, stopping only to admire the Peonies out front of the house with the Clock. Then I was done. I know because I always have a done feeling, when I’m done.