be historically correct, Shore Acres was located at 1981 Sandwich
St. West (now Riverside Drive) between Bridge and Rankin. It had
the same address as the present-day Ernest Atkinson Park (where
the swimming pool is located).
Source: Windsor Phone books & city directories
of the hotels era.
I know you like a neat and clean ship.
Bill Marentette, Windsor
you Bill Marentette for putting the pieces together! I was totally
confused about the location of the Shore Acres where
my Dad played trumpet. This enclosed clipping from the late 1920s
had described it as Mile West of the Windsor Ferry In Sandwich,
Ontario. We tried to guess where it once stood but never figured
it out. We assumed it was closere to the river. Now, finally, I
have that answer.
Promo for Shore Acres Hotel from
the late 1920s
My Dad, Fred Crowly (1902-1999), and these other five buddies of
his bachelor days, played music all around Essex and Kent County.
His friend (Chef) Angelo Russo, another of six named performers,
was well known in the area for his excellent Italian cooking as
well as his musical talents.
were very proud of their musical abilities. They were booked at
this top-notched hotel. Now I can see what a beautiful place it
was. Getting this news in the February issue of your paper makes
my day. How my dad loved to tell stories of those early jobs in
I never miss an issue of your paper. Keep up the good work and keep
the Letters section growing. It is so informative.
Carol M. (Cowley) Nosella, Windsor
Glad to know that we had a part in solving your family mystery.
found the article on the Walkerville Substation very interesting.
[Issue 21, Feb. 2002] (No, I don't want to buy it, although it might
make a good location for the Science Centre.) Right at the end of
the story it says that Walkerville was supplied with 60 Hz (cycles
per second) alternating current before 1914. Now most or all of
Ontario was supplied with 25 Hz power until the 1950s, when the
whole province was converted to the North American standard of 60
Hz. If Walkerville was on 60 Hz earlier, it must have been converted
My own outstanding memories of the 25 Hz era were modifying low
priced American TV sets that were imported by Windsor residents
who then found that they would not work on 25 Hz. Since the required
25 Hz transformers were much larger, and often would not fit inside
the set, the result was usually a large external power supply, setting
on the floor and connected by means of a long cable.
Charlie Fox, Walkerville
According to the J. Clark Keith article from 1957 used in preparing
the Substation story, the Walkerville substation provided 60-cycle
light and power prior to 1914. Then again, Walkerville was always
ahead of its time.
a great find!
grew up on Chilver Road and went to Walkerville Collegiate as did
my father. We both had many of the same teachers, including Mr.
Swanson. My aunt trained as a nurse at Grace Hospital. I am also
a genealogist and so find many of the background stories of interest.
Keep up the good work.
Barbara (Reid) Margerm, North Vancouver
A Long Walk Back in Time
was quite a surprise to receive a few back issues of the Walkerville
Times from a friend. I was surprised to see my class picture of
1927 sent in by Walter Jackson. I have that picture in a frame.
I went to King Edward School then on to Walkerville Technical School
[later Lowe Tech] which was quite a walk as I was born at 7 Sandwich
St. E. (now 1569 Riverside Dr). I remember being in Miss Scarletts
choir singing Land of Hope and Glory, sometimes conducted
by Mr. Baird.
My husband Ralph was born in Windsor and went to Assumption Street
school and then Patterson. We were married 62 years ago in Chalmers
United Church [on Windermere now a private residence] . Rev.
MacIntosh was the minister.
Betty Bartlett, Hamilton
You Will Hear the Angels Singing
1935, when I was ten years old, my mother made me join the boys
choir at St. Marys Anglican Church in Walkerville. At that
time I thought I had done something wrong and was being punished
for it. But I eventually realized that she knew something about
me that I didnt. It is a talent common to most mothers.
At that time the St. Marys Boys Choir was one of the finest
in Western Ontario. It was directed by Mr. Edward Greenhalf, a really
fine old gentleman who kept us in line with verbal discipline and
lots of practice.
It didnt take long for me to find out that under the white
surplice, the starched Eton collars and black silk ties, were just
ordinary boys who happened to be able to sing. In those days I lived
on Hall Ave., south of Ottawa Street, and on Sunday mornings I could
be seen pedalling my bike up Lincoln Road, in all kinds of weather,
with my surplice pinned to a coat hanger, streaming out behind me.
In 1937, the choir got a new director and organist, Mr. Syd Tarleton.
His two sons, Terry and Syd, were in the choir. Terry and another
boy, Nick Jordan, were the prime soloists. Not only were they good,
but to muster up the courage to sing alone in front of a large congregation
at that young age was not for me. In those days we got paid a monthly
stipend that could reach $2.50. I had inherited a paper route from
my older brother, delivering the Detroit Free Press six mornings
a week to 30 customers. The 90 cents a week from papers plus $2.50
from the choir made me one of the wealthier boys in the neighbourhood.
Christmas was a very special occasion at St. Marys. The Boys
Choir would go to Willistead Manor and sing carols. We would stand
on the big stairway and the audience sat in the foyer. There was
always a fire in the large fireplace, and with a multitude of decorations
you couldnt help but get into the spirit of the season.
Another memory was a lawn party there were tents set up on
the church lawn. I recall most clearly a game set up like that old
English song Rollabowl-a-ball a penny a pitch. Later
the choir would sing The Bells of St. Marys, naturally.
St. Marys is a unique church. It is as if some giant hand
went to a small corner of England and scooped up the local church,
complete with grounds and graveyard. To those people who admire
the outside, you should try to see the inside. The woodcarvings
are magnificent, and with the sun streaming through the stained
glass windows, it is a sight you will long remember.
Finally, to those of you who have heard the sounds of a well-trained
boys choir, store that occasion in your personal memory bank, for
when you depart this earthly abode and enter into heaven, you will
hear the angels singing, and they will sound just like the boys
Roy Nagorson (Norgy), Kingsville
Chilver Mayflower Connection
read an article that you wrote about the Chilver Family in the Walkerville
Times. I wonder if you could clarify some of the information. When
you state that some of its roots stretch all the way to Plymouth
Rock in 1620 when a ancestor of the wife of its namesake, Charles
Lewis Chilver, crossed the Atlantic..., what is the name of
the adventurous family that eventually settled in Philadelphia?
I am researching John Casper Fulmer who I think was connected to
the Chilver family. I have not been able to find any information
on the Fulmers in Pennsylvania. There is mention, Im not sure
of the title, in The Encyclopedia of Canada, stating that John Casper
Fulmers ancestry came across on the Mayflower. This article
in your newspaper could probably be a clue.
I appreciate your time in giving me any more information or resources
that I might research.
Judith Taylor (from an e.mail)
From our research, we know that the Fulmer family came to Plymouth
on the Mayflower and was either Dutch or German. A descendant, Almina
Fulmer, daughter of Captain Francis Casper Fulmer, (whose grandfather
was John Casper Fulmer) married Charles Chilver.
Can I Have a Piece of Pie?
lived in a brick house in the 6-700 block of Windermere, next door
to the white house my grandfather built. The neighbour next door
Mrs. Featherstone. Her two grandsons lived with her: Milton and
Billy. In my mind, I can still hear Billy calling out to his Grandma,
Can I have a piece of pie? She made great pies. Billy
was a bit on the pudgy side as a result. The boys loved to tease
me and were often my playmates during those years.
Above sticker was found in the Cunningham
Sheet Metal Ltd. office at 1478 Kildare. These stickers and other
protest paraphernalia were created in reaction to the City of Windsors
efforts to amalgamate the town of Walkerville. Despite the towns
protests and a No vote to this take over, Walkerville
was amalgamated with Windsor in 1935.
One day, they dared me to lift a huge watermelon that had been laying
on the shed floor. I promptly dropped it and it smashed into a million
pieces. I ran home and waited for Grandma to come home and discover
the mess. Nothing came of it, however, as I recall. My parents probably
replaced the watermelon.
Ice skating was a favourite thing to do after school. Parents would
flood their yards for us to skate on.
Even the U.S. Consul in Windsor at the time, was one of the parents
who did this. We spent many hours skating on the rink he prepared
for us in the backyard of his home.
Im still in touch with his daughter Martha Vance Baker, who
lives in Oakland, California. Mrs. Vance (her mother) was also good
to Marthas group of friends, which included me. She was the
most glamorous mother I knew, wearing long velvet gowns at the end
of the day. She was a very beautiful woman.
My friend Wilma Prediham Peercelly and I would often skate on a
Saturday afternoon at the Windsor Arena. For a quarter in those
days of the Depression, we could get into the arena, skate all afternoon
and buy a hotdog. I finally got the white figure skates for Christmas
that I had begged my parents for.
The uniforms for teenage girls in those days included
a suede jacket, a tartan skirt, knit socks and saddle shoes. My
mothers friends would chastise her for allowing me to have
bare knees in the winter. This annoyed me to no end.
Coming home after school and skating made me cold but happy. Those
were fun times, growing up in Walkerville during the thirties.
Patricia Stevens Scholy, Windsor
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