The Bonsecours church on Common street has never been mentioned as an important local landmark other than in the song Suzanne by Leonard Cohen. One possible reason: it has been drabified and left relatively colourless in recent years after once being a flashy dolled up eyecatcher as seen in the postcard at left.
You've got to admire the hopefulness of this image of Wellington in the Point, an area that has been beleagured by increasing poverty for some time, particularly after the closing over several big factories. If you think of the city as being built outward from Old Montreal, you've got your working class slums of Griffintown, supplanted by better-constructed homes in the Point, which in turn were then replaced by somewhat-better (and booze free) houses in Verdun and so on, as these areas were all once upon a time part of urban sprawl.
I can vaguely recall a mid-70s CB radio craze, the evolution of the ham radio. Not sure what the fun of these devices was, other than to avoid watching the two-channel TV with the wife and kids in the living room after dinner. Apparently they printed cards to extend their glory.
Not sure what this Montreal image was, but it's pretty hot.
Leon Baldwin was a sorta radio/TV guy originally from Quebec City. His mom Betty was apparently some kinda notable too, a painter, I think.
His address 1433 Towers is that little street we used to call Calcutta north but it seems like a suitable building for some kinda fishnet-sniffin' pervert like this guy seems to have been. And we mean that as a compliment, of course.
A few years ago somebody suggested that having Nelson's column as one of the city's main landmarks is inappropriate and said that we should replace Nelson with 1837 rebel Wolfred Nelson, who bears the same name. Wolfred, sadly, was quite hideous, so that was one strike against him. But we could make everybody happy by finding another Montreal Nelson for the stand and I nominate former Expo Nelson Santovenia
Apparently there were wooden fences all around the little rivers in Westmount Park once upon a time.
You've got to admire the hopefulness of this image of Wellington in the Point, an area that has been beleagured by increasing poverty for some time, particularly after the closing over several big factories. If you think of the city as being built outward from Old Montreal, you've got your working class slums of Griffintown, supplanted by better-constructed homes in the Point, which in turn were then replaced by somewhat-better (and booze free) houses in Verdun and so on, as these areas were all once upon a time part of urban sprawl.
I can vaguely recall a mid-70s CB radio craze, the evolution of the ham radio. Not sure what the fun of these devices was, other than to avoid watching the two-channel TV with the wife and kids in the living room after dinner. Apparently they printed cards to extend their glory.
Not sure what this Montreal image was, but it's pretty hot.
Leon Baldwin was a sorta radio/TV guy originally from Quebec City. His mom Betty was apparently some kinda notable too, a painter, I think.
His address 1433 Towers is that little street we used to call Calcutta north but it seems like a suitable building for some kinda fishnet-sniffin' pervert like this guy seems to have been. And we mean that as a compliment, of course.
A few years ago somebody suggested that having Nelson's column as one of the city's main landmarks is inappropriate and said that we should replace Nelson with 1837 rebel Wolfred Nelson, who bears the same name. Wolfred, sadly, was quite hideous, so that was one strike against him. But we could make everybody happy by finding another Montreal Nelson for the stand and I nominate former Expo Nelson Santovenia
Apparently there were wooden fences all around the little rivers in Westmount Park once upon a time.
This service station sat on St. Catherine just east of Towers in the 1920s.
I love this graphic from the St. Baptiste Society in the '50s. They went from having fun to being pissed off over the generations.
And here's another cool postcard back from when Montreal was marketing itself on its attraction to cats.