Toronto in the 1970’s.

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Yonge and Bloor 1974.

toronto empire  inside.

The interior of the Empire Diner. I used to frequent this place quite a bit.It was very close to the Morningstar clothing store on Yonge.

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The Empire Diner.

Toronto hanging out on Yonge
Hanging out on Yonge Street 1970.

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Master John 1974.

toronto miss sweden
Miss Sweden. I remember her as a fixture on Yonge Street when I was a kid.

toronto popcorn
Remember these guys? Long, long gone.

Toronto st charles
St Charles Tavern. I used to frequent Stages on the second floor.
Loved the gay bars back in the day.

Toronto the gasworks
The Gasworks. I was only ever there once.

toronto uptown
The Uptown…and behind it on Balmudo was The Backstage.

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1970.

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1974.

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Yonge and Dundas 1972.

toronto yonge hitchhiking
Hitch hiking. Would you even dream of doing that now?

Toronto yonge mall
Yonge Street Mall. They really ought to start doing that again.

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Yonge Street.

Toronto  Daffodil
The Daffodil used to be a tea reading room.

This article is very accurate.

Rob Ford

Click to enlarge and read the whole article from Mississauga Life.

I have long had the theory that today’s downtown Toronto Hipsters are actually suburban transplants who are living the urban lifestyle they imagined in their heads while living in small town Ontario, or while being driven around suburban strip malls as children.

When I was a kid living in Parkdale, every immigrant family’s dream was to buy a house in the suburbs and have a nice big backyard, with a garden, and parking, and good schools, and nice, sane neighbours.

I watched my friends one after the other leave downtown for Rexdale, Mississauga, Woodbridge, Markham, Ajax and so on.

This article by Chris Carriere is so on the money, it hurts.

Because while trying so hard to be extraordinary, they’re really just unextraordinary.

Those of us who grew up downtown, don’t have the intense hatred for the 905, and there are fewer and fewer people I meet these days who actually grew up in the core.

The downtown cores’ hate on for the 905 is really just self-hate.

Thanks Chris, for validating me.

🙂