Recently, a friend signed me up for a FB group mostly dedicated to posting remembrances of Ville St Laurent, part of Montreal where I lived for 8 years as a boy.
We then moved to Toronto in 1962 when I was still 14 (just a few days from turning 15), which makes me young, so I don't remember some things such as particular street names as much as those who lived there into adulthood (and perhaps are still there although it would seem to be precious few).
But memories were evoked, such as a photo of the #17 streetcar which [almost] went right by our door.
Montreal switched completely to buses sometime in the late fifties, but whether it was by bus or tram, we always had to change at Garland Terminal (below) to go anywhere. At least once a week, up until 1960 at least, we would change from #17 to either #65 or #48 to go to church on Sunday. It was a fair trek to church.
Another streetcar photo from fairly near our house. We would have been back a few blocks.
And then I saw this photo. It was taken in 1959, and at the time we were living in the apartment in the middle frame: the building behind the nearest pole. We were in the bottom left apartment (as you face the photo).
In the discussion that followed, my elementary school was mentioned, so I posted this photo of my grade 2 class from 1955 which is the year that the school opened.
I am second row, third from right making an odd face. I invited any others in the group to identify themselves. Two did.
One was Nelson, my best boyhood friend, just in front of me, seated in the first row. That was good to know because I wasn't sure from the picture, partly because Nelson and I didn't know each other yet.
The other person was right beside me to my right in the photo (nearer the teacher). Her name is Ruth, but I have no memory of her although I believe I can still identify a few other kids in the photo. It's a bit odd, I suppose that the three people to identify themselves happen to be cheek-by-jowl as it were in the photo.