I purchased enough coffee to fill my travel mug, just to the left, traveling east, after the bridge in Iron Bridge. The lovely woman working the pumps and making the coffee at 7:00 in the morning, was a beautiful, generous and kind person. I got fixed up with a charger for my phone for a mere 4.99. She was excited to chat and to help me set up my google trip on my phone, something I hadn’t done before. FINALLY, my son-in-law will appreciate, I understand what it is to use my data when I’m without Wifi…not because of anything she said, but because I’ve been on a sudden and glorious learning curve with technology, because I’ve had to be. This makes me smile. I headed toward Sudbury…my birth place, pretty darned excited about the day’s drive.
I decided to travel via Orillia and then on to Lindsay, a place where I have family roots. I wanted to spend some time in the town of Lindsay. Typically, I hang around the Riverside Cemetery, loving up my ancestors. On this trip, I wanted to see places that were important to my Gramma and Grampa Moors.
First-things-first, I pulled over to the first chip place I saw and ordered a huge helping of truly heavenly poutine! I sat and chatted with a number of folks and certainly noticed that this was a very busy day out on the roads. Cottage dwellers were heading home after their long weekend. The trip south, in the direction of Toronto, was going to be crazy-ville!
In Lindsay, I headed down Main Street, with the intention of finding the restaurant where my grand parents enjoyed their first date. My grandfather shared this event, in detail, in his memoirs. The date happened after a hockey game. I’ve communicated with Nick, who is the current owner, but because it was a long weekend Sunday, of course, the restaurant wasn’t open.
I believe my grandparent’s first date was shared in what appears to be your restaurant on Kent. This would have been in the 1920s. In my grandfather’s journal, he refers to the place as ‘The Greeks’ on Kent in Lindsay. Apparently they had ice cream and there was a player piano set up where everyone stood around ‘yowling’ and singing and having a great time. I would love it if you might scan/send me your oldest photograph possible of your location…and also, tell me if you have any link at all to the original family??? My families coming out of the area include Elliotts/Burrows and Moors/ Haddows from Hamilton. Would love to read your history somewhere.
Hi Kathleen, how lovely to hear from you! the original owners were the Bakogeorge family and then in the 1940’s the Tozios family took over the Olympia right up until 1980 when our family bought it. I love your story and would love to hear more. I am on holidays until the end of the month and when I return will be able to send you more pictures on file from that era.
Here it is…the Olympia, both front and back…also, a plaster detail that remains in the entrance area.
From there, Max and I wandered and enjoyed a lovely walk around town. I think that the downtown area of Lindsay is likely the most invigorated ‘downtown’ area that I’ve seen in a long time. A real attraction are the facades and the architectural elements, very ornamental and unique detailing!
A stop at a fast food place for coffee, and Max and I were off…our final leg of the journey and a bit of a variation on past trips because I headed for the Newcastle exit to the 401 and it worked without a hitch. The 401 was wall to wall traffic, so this did create some anxiety. It rained until I reached my Belleville exit, not surprising, given Dad’s description of this year’s drought.
Oh my gosh! It was soooo wonderful to get a hug from my Dad…a meal…some wine. It is a fantastic thing to do such a long road trip and to find yourself with someone you love at the very end of it. Grateful!