Women Explorers in Ontario

            I know of at least one other list of women urban (rural, industrial, drains, etc.) explorers in Ontario. I keep finding yet another here and there. I wanted to keep track of them myself and putting together a post seems like a good plan. I can update it as I find someone new to add.

If you are a woman into urban exploration let me know. I will add your link!

The Independent Order of Odd Fellows, in Ontario

            I've seen signs of the Oddfellows, at least twice, in Ontario.

The Independent Order of Odd Fellows

Perhaps one needs to be a member of the altruistic and friendly society known as the Independent Order of Odd Fellows to know for sure when the club first started, but the first written record of the order comes in 1812, however, and it references George IV.

Even before he was named Prince Regent of the United Kingdom, George IV, had been a member of the Freemasons, but as the story goes, when he wanted a relative of his to be admitted to the society without having to to endure the lengthy initiation process, the request was emphatically denied. George IV left the order, declaring he would establish a rival club, according to a history of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows published by the Philadelphia Evening Telegraph in 1867. The official website of the order, however, traces the clubs origins all the way back to 1066.

Regardless of how it first started, it’s fair to say the king got his wish. The Independent Order of Odd Fellows is still around today, and the club counted British prime ministers Winston Churchill and Stanley Baldwin among its ranks. The Odd Fellows, as they call themselves, are grounded in the ideals of friendship, love and truth. There are real skeletons in the order’s lodges; they are used during initiation to remind its members of their mortality, the Washington Post reported in 2001.

Source – Smithsonian – Eight Secret Societies You Might Not Know

A Book About Ontario Cemeteries and Graveyards

            I found a book with photographs and history of Ontario cemeteries and graveyards. There must be some difference between the two, I will look it up later. The book is by <a href="http://mckendry.net/">Jennifer McKendry</a>. She is a history enthusiast in Kingston, Ontario. On her site she has written about antiques, architecture, old houses, and researching historic properties.

In Praise of Older Houses – Jennifer McKendry (1971)

Don’t buy that old house — not if it has any historical or architectural merit. Let it die gracefully amidst the shady maples and crowding lilacs. That is, unless you are that rare species of owner whose restoration would be harmonious with the aims of the original builder.

But too often is an early 19th-century house bought by “city” people, in search of the proverbial “old stone house”, unhappily destined to become a bastard composition of half old, half new; half country, half city. Out come the old small-paned windows, and on go the aluminum storms. Picture windows reign triumphant (right). Off comes the old cast or wrought iron hardware, and on go the new “rustic” artsy-craftsy hinges, which take up half the door.

In rooms where delicate mantel mouldings complemented the painted walls and trim, now raw new pine covers up all traces of the glowing rose colors, blue-grey trims, and gay foliage of the old wallpaper. In our enthusiasm for those “pioneer” days, we have forgotten that most of our existing old houses are post 1812 War, in a day when bare wood panelling had been out of style for 60 years or more. Where split lath and plaster had discreetly covered up the rafter and joist construction of the ceiling, we expose it and call it “open beam”. A Regency gentleman, haunting his 1830 home in 1971, might quickly yearn for the grave again.

Tired of modern mass-produced high-rises and prefabs, we long for an old lived-in home. Yet the first thing we do upon achieving our dream is to plane smooth all those wear marks on the house. We sand down all the floors, and remove the bumps and signs of human habitation, until we get the surface of “straight from the factory” pine boards.

Forgetting that spinning wheels were relegated to the upper hail or attic, we sit it out on the front lawn, only to complement the wagon wheel fence, a feature which our ancestors never dreamed of.

I don’t mean to suggest I am advocating 19th-century living at least, not totally. The benefits from central heat over fireplaces and woodstoves can be attested to by anyone who has sat in front of a raging fire, and roasted his front, while freezing his back. Not to mention the questionable value in those early morning nature excursions to the privy in our Canadian winters. But one should consider the best type of heating system for an old house. At least with electric heat, you are not tempted to add those awful brick exterior chimneys to get rid of the fumes from a furnace. The bathroom can be discreetly located in a less important room, such as a storeroom or small bedroom.

In rooms which once glowed with the soft flickering light of candles, fire places or oil lamps, we unmercifully illuminate with fluorescent or over head light. Electric table lamps can be much more pleasant to eat by or to converse by, due to their softer lighting effect.

If you do have the privilege and pleasure of redoing an old house, go slowly. Initial enthusiasm can destroy all signs of unusual features of the house, such as the original floor lay out, bake-ovens stenciled walls, and so on. Try to assimilate the aspirations of the original owner. Was his mood predominantly folk-builder tradition, neoclassic, Regency or Victorian? How was this expressed in his building?

While we are willing to invest thousands of dollars in an old house, as we are impressed by the rising value of all things antique, we are not willing to invest the time in doing proper research on the period of the house, or to invest the money in hiring a sympathetic restoration designer to advise us.

Therefore, do not invade the countryside with your sheets of knotty pine to rape and plunder, but rather let those once proud country seats die inviolate.

What is an Abandoned Barn Versus Inactive?

            I looked at the photos of barns in this post. To me, most of them are inactive, not actually abandoned. They are still maintained, enough to not be falling down, don't look salvaged for barn boards, etc. So, they didn't really seem abandoned or derelict. Probably someone else would consider any barn not actively used to be abandoned. I guess it is all perspective. Are you someone using a barn or someone photographing it, looking at it for history, art, or industry/ agriculture or architecture?

I have not (so far) found a link to the photographer, John H. Busch or his fellow explorer, Mary Lynn Busch. There are good points in the post about exploring, history and photographing old places in Ontario. I’ve copied and pasted parts of the post, not in order so I can keep topics, like photographing the barns together.

Tips for Photographing Abandoned Barns

It’s interesting how you can photograph the same subject several times in one day and capture a different result each time, depending on the location of the sun, cloud cover, and location of the point of view. I learned through experience that my best colour photos are taken on cloudy days, but it is hard to exclude sunny-day shadows for good contrast.

I have shot and compiled a selection of these abandoned barns. For various reasons, it’s sometimes difficult to get the proper perspective while photographing these structures. Some are set far back from the road; there is often the presence of trees and foliage; and sometimes the time of day isn’t ideal. I believe some of my best photos of these barns were taken during the winter months, due to the absence of foliage, but ironically some of the best colours were during the summer months. Most of the barns are plain and unpainted, but a few are painted “barn red” while the odd one is white or green.

The Beginning of the End

The barns with missing boards or ones that have had part of their metal roofs blown off are the ones I refer to as doomed. Once this process begins, the barn will collapse relatively quickly. A year or two of rain on the dry hardwood beams, coupled with an entry for the wind to blow through, often speeds up the process. Gravity always seems to win in the end.

Another factor that contributes to the disappearance of these old barns is economics, including property taxes. Once the landowner realizes that the barn, which is often completely empty, is costing extra money in tax assessment, an excavator is brought in and the barn is dismantled quickly, often leaving the original farmhouse as the only building on the property.

To this day, terms such as “top plate, girt, corner post, brace, bent, mortise and tenon” still come to mind whenever I see different barns.

Source: Abandoned Barns of Southwestern Ontario | Our Canada

Are There Psychogeography Enthusiasts in Ontario?

            "There is a class of walkers who share a certain camaraderie. We are not drunks, tramps, hookers, cops, priests, party-goers or night-shift workers; we are merely outsiders. On the rare occasions when we meet we acknowledge one another with a tiny tilt of the head, or a quick nod; but each of us carries his or her own solitude. We are invisible and cannot be touched." - Sean Stewart

A quote for explorers and those who enjoy psychogeographical explorations.

I started Ontario Psychogeography on Blogger but I haven’t found a lot to post there.

Have You Ever Been in a Hotel Which Caught on Fire?

            The <a href="https://oban.com/">Oban Inn</a> is still operating as a spa and hotel/ resort. But, you won't see the old building. It was destroyed in a fire, as reported below.

I was staying at a hotel (not this one) which caught on fire. We had just fallen asleep and I don’t remember how late it was. We woke up because there was a lot of traffic in the hallways and I could hear people knocking on the doors. Firemen were telling people to get out. When I opened our door we were all ready packed up and mostly dressed.

It was pretty chaotic outside, fire trucks with a lot of lights in the dark. It was even raining which makes everything look so much brighter and darker. We could see smoke but not much fire. They said it was the restaurant attached to the hotel which had caught fire.

We waited around for awhile. The hotel manager talked to us, and mostly everyone I think. He said we would have our money refunded, but, though we tried several times, it never was. Still, no one died, including us. There was a print in our hotel room which I had noticed and really liked. I wish I had thought to grab that on our way out. Not that it was worth a lot, I just liked it and it would have been something to go along with the whole story.

It took us a lot of driving to find another hotel, in another town. We had no luck in the near by hotels. We ended up staying in Ottawa and asked if we could have a little extra time to sleep in. But, as it turned out, we were up fairly early.

This historic property not only has its fair share of ghost tales but also experienced a catastrophic event that some blame on paranormal activity. The property was built as a single-family home for a wealthy captain in 1824 and passed to his son upon his death. The son went on to turn the large home into a bread and breakfast in 1895 and for nearly 100 years it was one of the most popular hotels in the area. On a fateful Christmas Eve in 1992 that all changed. With 12 of the 16 guestrooms filled and nearly 200 people eating a Christmas feast in the dining room a fire broke out on the third floor. Everyone was safely escorted out of the building but due to the wind and severe cold, the property couldn’t be saved. Firefighters tried unsuccessfully to extinguish the flames but they quickly spread throughout the property as hundreds of guests watched as the hotel burned down.

The owner at the time quickly rebuilt the property in the same fashion and it operates as a hotel to this day. For that reason, it’s believed that the same ghosts that haunted the last property have decided to stick around as they are comfortable in their familiar surroundings. Guests of the hotel have complained about loud footsteps coming from the second floor believed to be the captain that originally built the place. The ghost of an old woman has been spotted on the property since the 1930s, aimlessly walking the halls. For this reason, the inn has become a regular stop on ghost walks within Niagara-on-the-Lake.

A Haunted Tunnel in Ontario?

            I haven't seen this tunnel myself and I'm skeptical about anything being haunted. Still, having a history like this isn't going to leave a place unmarked, or unremarked upon. Any old train tunnel is going to be dark and too many are unused these days. Not all of them have children crushed by rocks and trains colliding into each other. Probably most of them have injuries (maybe even deaths) in the area during their original construction. Either way, exploring a dark, unused tunnel, is going to feel a little creepy. Bring a flashlight and something to scare away animals.

This is from a post which was on TripSavvy. The link is broken and the post isn’t on the site now.

The Blue Ghost Tunnel has garnered a cult following due to its terrifying reputation making it one of the most haunted places to visit around Niagara Falls. Built in 1876, the railroad was designed to connect Thorold to Merritton but it was only used for a little over 35 years. Hundreds of men poured their blood, sweat, and tears into the construction of the tunnel and in the process, there were a number of deathly accidents.

Just a year before the construction wrapped up a 14-year-old boy was crushed to death by a boulder. In 1903, two trains collided resulting in the death of both conductors. In total, 107 men died during the construction of both the tunnel and canal in the area.

It’s said that the tunnel isn’t haunted by just one ghost but that a host of paranormal activity takes place there. The tunnel got its name from the regular spotting of a blue mist in photographs taken by thrill seekers. It’s also said that a ghost dog patrols the entrance to the tunnel. If you’re looking for a thrill this Halloween season, it’s only a short drive to the next attraction.

Alan L. Brown and Ontario Plaques are Gone

            What happened to Alan L. Brown who ran the websites for OntarioPlaques and TorontoPlaques? http://www.ontarioplaques.com/ and http://torontoplaques.com/

He has disappeared and the sites are gone. He had other sites, intended for school children mainly, and the two sites about historical plaques in Ontario. (First Ontario and then another site to focus on Toronto). But all gone now. I hope someone kept an archive of his site and all his photographs and documentation about his research and exploring.

A post about Alan, from the Toronto Star (2012) – Hobbyist’s websites document historical plaques all over Toronto and Ontario

For the past eight years, Brown, 66, has photographed all the plaques he knows about that have been erected by municipal, provincial and federal governments over several decades. Then he posts the photos on his websites, torontoplaques.com and ontarioplaques.com, along with transcriptions of the text, “context pictures” to show surroundings, maps and links to related subjects.

The 884 plaques he’s ferreted out in Toronto — the majority are downtown — and 1,483 across the rest of the province are usually installed on walls, roadsides, in front of buildings or in parks.

“The point of a plaque is for the public to read it,” he says. And that leads to “one of my gripes. Some are in places that are hard to get to, like a gravel road somewhere or in the middle of a field.”

Overgrown weeds and bushes sometimes obscure them, he says. “They sort of erect them and forget about them.”

But he put himself on plaque patrol, alerting either Heritage Toronto, Ontario Heritage Trust or Parks Canada to errors in inscriptions, illegibility on weather-worn markers and the occasional theft by someone who perhaps mistook their aluminum construction for copper.

Plaque-hunting around the province during road trips several years ago tested sleuthing skills and sharp eyes.

“I had lists but there were always errors,” recalls Brown, who pitted wits against his travelling companion brother in a game of who-can-spot-it-first. “We’d go to a place and couldn’t find it so we’d go into the local library and they’d say, ‘Oh, our town moved it two years ago.’”