More East Humber flooding photos...

Photos by Barry Wallace

Doris Patton Park ~ Martin Street ~ King City

King Creek Farms - Mill Road

King-Vaughan town-line bridge over East Humber

East Humber River at King-Vaughan town-line

Flooded East Humber ~ above and below

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Barry Wallace

East Humber overflows with January rain...

Photos by Barry Wallace

Former Stan Roots farm at Eversley

King City Trails ~ Keele Street

East Humber River - Jane Street - Kinghorn

Kingsbridge Centre - Jane Street

Weston Road 

at

 Laskay

Laskay

Entrance to Humber Trails ~ Mill Road

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Barry Wallace

The next big King City lottery house...

 Photos by Barry Wallace

Elmers Lane - south of Villanova College

The Princess Margaret Home Lottery has announced the launch of its 2020 home lottery which will award a 'showhome' at 101 Elmers Lane in the north end of King City.   The 'showhome', at almost 10,000 sq. ft., is valued at $5,200,000, and will be open to start viewing on February 15.   Oh, and the grand prize includes a $1,125,000 Kawartha Lakes cottage.

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Barry Wallace

Historic King City landmark to be razed...

 Photos by Barry Wallace

DISCIPLE CHURCH ~ 1871

The one-time King City Disciple Church, on Keele Street North in King City, has been shuttered and appears to be close to demolition.   The lower photo above shows a surveyor working on the property that is proposed to be a multi-unit housing development.

   

Following is how Elizabeth McClure Gillham describes the old church in her 1975 historical compendium of King Township.

"Disciple Church.  According to the map of the village of King, 1878, the Disciple Church was located on Fourth Street (now Keele Street), north of King Sideroad.    It appears to have been built in 1871, on lot 7, west half, concession 3, then the property of Gabriel Wells, and it is recorded that a meeting regarding the building of a school (now the Presbyterian Church) across the road was held in the church.   According to an article written by the late Alice A. Ferguson, Wells built the church, but no record of the service held there was available.   Some time later is was moved about 30 rods south, and in 1975 was the attractive home of Mr. and Mrs. Laurence Scott."   The Scott family occupied the structure for several decades.

Another wee bit of King's history is to become a shadowy memory.   So be it.

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Barry Wallace

An old family photograph from the late 1800s...

My wife Linda, who passed away in November of last year was related to the Wells families of King and Vaughan Townships, of the late 1800s.   I've been reviewing the family history I wrote several years ago and came across this old photo of two of Linda's ancient uncles.   The two gentlemen had lived in King but became pioneering farmers in Manitoba around 1880.   Although it never made it into the family history, I was always fond of this photo because I thought the horse was a splendid looking creature and the two fellows in the buggy looked like resolute and dedicated sod-busters.   I believe the photo is about 130 years old.

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Barry Wallace   

Sunday trail-walking near Seneca Lake...

Photos by Barry Wallace

Footprints easily tracked

Natural presences evolve

 The Nature Cabin





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Barry Wallace

Sunday morning at The Roost Cafe...

Why I read the

NEW YORK 

TIMES

...from the 
Metropolitan Diary
feature

'As a graduate student living in Morningside Heights in the 1970s, I had a position doing field work that required me to travel by train every Wednesday to Fairfield County, Conn., and back from Grand Central Terminal.

The train I usually returned on arrived at Grand Central around 11.30 p.m.   I would dash to Madison Avenue and, with luck, grab a northbound M4 bus to take me to Broadway and 122nd Street.

Over the course of the year, the bus I usually caught had the same driver.   We struck up long-winded conversations every week while never introducing ourselves to each other.   I dreaded missing that bus because the next one would not come for quite a while.

One night, my train was late, and I was sure that I would not make my usual bus.   Nonetheless, I dashed from the terminal.

As I approached the bus stop, I spotted the M4 parked, as if off-duty.   Picking up speed, I heard the engine rev and saw the door open.

"You're late," the driver said as I climbed aboard.'

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Barry Wallace