If you’ve read this post here at the Hogtown Crier, you know that once the land for the city of Toronto was “purchased,” it was surveyed by one John Graves Simcoe in 1793. Soon after, he went about dividing the area north of the city limits into park lots, which were narrow, 100 acre lots […]Read more "Home on the Grange"
Hi faithful readers, in lieu of a longer form post this week I want to share with you a new segment here at the Crier. I call it a Yorkie, a bite sized intro to a topic or aspect of Toronto. Hopefully they serve to inspire you to check the subject out further, or perhaps […]Read more "Yorkie: Vexing Vexillology"
Alright, I’m going to go ahead and say it: I think in 2015 we take the high standard of fire safety for granted in Toronto. In fact, I would go as far as to argue we’ve done so for all the twenty teens. Maybe even the entirety of the 21st century! Yeah, we get annoyed […]Read more "Currie no favour"
Hey everyone, before your regularly scheduled broadcast I just wanted to say I really appreciate all the love I’ve been getting about this blog since I started it. I said at the outset that this was mostly for my own personal interest and that’s still true, but it means a lot to get affirmation about […]Read more "The Gibraltar Point Lighthouse"
On a podcast I was listening to recently, one of the hosts drew a parallel between the increasing marijuana legalization in the United States and the fading of the temperance movement some 70 years previous; in time, he claimed, we would look back on the fact that pot was illegal and socially frowned upon as […]Read more "The Last Dry County in the West"
There’s an amazing set of books online entitled “Robertson’s Landmarks of Toronto: a collection of historical sketches of the old town of York, from 1782 until 1837, and of Toronto from 1834 to 1893” written in 1894, and 5 subsequent volumes that include other “historical sketches” up until 1914. This guy John Ross Robertson was a […]Read more "First Seat in the Village"
In a post of mine a few weeks ago I alluded to a mayoral scandal that took place in Toronto in 1852. I held off as long as I could, but now it’s time for me to delve into that scandal. So grab some popcorn, turn on some Pink Panther tunes, and allow me to do […]Read more "The Ten Thousand Pound Job"