By johnjgeddes on Skatehive
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. — Dr. Seuss Tailor Shop ca. 1910 Have you ever had something weird happen to you for which you have no explanation? I have. I remember when I was ten, my family lived in this house built in the late 1880’s—it was a Victorian row house with a dirt basement and a coal chute. I’d sit in that cellar and stare at the wide plank boards separating our unit from our neighbors and inhale the musty fragrance of the 1800’s—I think it must have gotten into my blood because to this day I’ve got a feel for that era. Maybe that helps explain what happened to me last week. My fiancé Elise owns an antique store on Avenue Road in Toronto. I go over there some days just to hang around and savor the ambience. I have this nostalgia about the past, particularly the Victorian era, and it’s been like that for as long as I can remember. “I bought a set of old Toronto photographs you might be interested in,” she told me, smiling at t