Yesterday morning I had such an enjoyable time exploring on my bicycle, and taking photos. My goal was to reach the Barber Mansion, (which I had failed to visit a few days ago) and along the way to check in on a few other places. Firstly though, I stopped at the cemetery to water the flowers at my mother and fathers gravesite. When I was finished there I rode eastward towards Carolyn, and checked in with the abandoned house with the apple trees. Their were no signs of developers yet, but obviously it’s just a matter of time before they show up. In the meantime I will continue to visit, and show my appreciation for its history and spirit.
Firstly though, I stopped at the cemetery.
I continued east until I reached Creditview Road, then their was no more east, so I turned right. For some time I have been pondering whether the old Stefflers Residence was still lived in or not. They were a large family, and very Catholic. I went to school with some of the children, who all had beautiful freckles. I walked up to the house, intending to knock on the door, but noticed that their was no door handle. So I went inside and found the house indeed abandoned. It is one of the last of the old Creditview houses, and will no doubt be swallowed up. I took lots of photos, including the backyard with its huge tree. I imagined the family sitting out there in the evenings, and enjoying the summer side of life. What surprised me the most was that at the far end of the property was a small forest, that I assume stretches to the creek. It looked very inviting, but as I was hemmed in for time, and because of all the mosquitoes, decided it would have to wait for for another day to explore. Tomorrow, in fact.
I left there and continued south along Creditview Road, then turned right at Eglinton Avenue. The pathway was recently paved, so I peddaled hard down the hill, like a twelve year old. When I got to old Barbertown Road, I turned right again, as I wanted to see if the Pedestrian bridge which they were renovating last year was reopened. I was excited to find that not only was it reopened, but that they had done a wonderful job! Their were even places to sit and look out at the River, and you could walk beneath the old Barbertown Bridge, as well. Which I did. Hanging from it were ropes that kids use to jump out into the river with. It warmed my heart to know that simple pleasures still existed.
I was now nearing the Barbertown Mansion, but decided that I needed a little rest. So I found some shade from a tree, and ate the apples my sister bought for me. Close-by was a church that I attended many years ago. I reminisced about a petite woman from my Young Adults group, that I had a crush on. She was somewhat plain, but apparently I was even more so, because ultimately she rejected my advances. Which proved good for another six months of romantic set back.
At the corner of Barbertown Road and Mississauga Road I then stopped to look over the Barber Mansion. As I mentioned, a whole section of it had been knocked down, but the most important part of it was still standing. I took some photos, and felt relief that they intend to incorporate it into whatever it is that they are building. Not a perfect solution for a heritage house, but workable. I then turned towards home, but when I got there, I found that my sister had accidentally locked me out of my apartment. So I laid outside on the grass with Charo and waited for her to return.
I laid outside on the grass with Charo.