Home ~ 863 Kildare Rd.
Mac Peterson has
lived in her stately Kildare home for forty-one years. The stone
lions that guard the front door were purchased years ago in London,
England during a trip taken with her husband, the late Dr. Con Peterson.
Peterson's were the fourth purchasers of the spacious home.
Mac and her doberman Thor have no intention of leaving the house
that holds so many memories for her. In May, she shared some of
her early recollections of Walkerville.
"In the 30's and
40's life revolved around Willistead," recalls Mac. "In the winter,
there was always lots of snow and it was always cold enough for
the tennis court in the park to be flooded for ice skating.
In the warm months
you would play tennis and other games. I grew up at 1065 Chilver
in the house my grandfather, Frank Moore, built in 1922.
My mother could
keep an eye on me playing in the park from the front porch. I would
usually ignore her calls to get me home so one day, she resorted
to using a police whistle. I was so embarrassed!
We also loved
roller skating around the neighbourhood. We usually avoided the
streets around St. Mary's Church because of the cobblestones!"
"I went to King
Edward and then Walkerville. We knew spring had come when
the Walkerville band started up! During the war, all the male teachers
The female teachers
stayed behind - they did a great job! They were very firm and had
good control over the students. The students were very patriotic
and the halls were jammed with all the metal collected during
the metal drives.
pipes - you had to weave your way through it all! When the war was
over, some of the male teachers returned. They were so military-like!
They treated the students like little soldiers.
One teacher held
a male student out a third floor window by his armpits because he
wasn't paying attention. His parents never knew. Parents were content
to let the teachers do the disciplining and the reprimanding of
the students. The only time parents came to the school was to talk
street car from Walkerville to Windsor had either raffia or straw
seats. They were woven and they made your legs prickle. During the
war, most people walked, rode their bikes or took the streetcars
to get around as cars were scarce. Even the principal of Walkerville
rode his bike to work! I'll never forget the sight of all the men
with their black lunch boxes walking in a steady stream to the factories
and the lines of men with their empty lunch boxes walking the other
A retired nurse,
Mac enjoys meeting with friends and spending time with her daughter
Alexandra, and her three grandsons.