To stave off the inevitable depression that comes around on this day, I took the day off and headed downtown with my camera, hoping to see... something. I don't really know what. I ended up going over some of the old places, some of which I should have avoided like poison.
I wound up stomping around the old U of T area. Not my alma mater, but I spent a fair amount of time in the area during my post graduate work, as their libraries were superior to the ones at my university. When you see the old buildings, you can tell that most of the old colleges were founded by pastors, parsons and bishops, as the buildings often look like old churches.
Another sign of the times, photographed through the door:
More colleges with chapels.
Entrance to Trinity. I like the sad and happy faces that flank the door. I didn't take pictures of the inside, except for the chapel, as I did not want to risk disturbing any classes, or drawing attention to the fact that I really didn't belong there. But everything inside screams quality and money. This is where the more genteel Torontonians of yore sent their sons to be educated
The rear of the chapel. In the upper shadows one can make out the main organ and the choir loft. Impressive for such a small space. As I said: money.
Throughout the U of T are many buildings that look like they were once chapels, but are so no more. For instance, the two below, one of which is now a bookstore.
It looks like the bell tower of a church, but that is only half right. It is a bell tower- it houses a carillon- but it was raised as a memorial to the students and alumni of the University who died in the wars.
These are the names of the ones who died in the first.
An inscription nearby tries to give meaning and glory to those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
I suspect these words were not written by a veteran, or, at least not a front line veteran. No one who had seen the slaughter on the Western Front thought it a glorious thing to die so. Most of the men who went there came back and never spoke of what they saw. There is another inscription opposite this one, which was written by a veteran: John McRae.
It's Flanders Fields, if you can't read it. It's images are calmer and more subdued: sleep and dreams of peace, duty, the passing of the torch, and a fear of betrayal. Sadly, the man of the First World War were betrayed, not by those who took their place, but by those who sat in command over them With their blood the young men gave the world a chance to be made anew, but instead, the old men decided to make the old world all over again. The result was another war, fought by the sons of the men who made it home. Their names are under the tower itself.
Some on the right.
As far as I know, the carillon in the tower is now silent.
I went on to check out one more chapel: The one at Knox college,
In some ways, it is similar to the Trinity chapel, but the windows were either yellow to begin with, or have gone yellow, and the result is that the chapel is rather dark and dingy inside.
Like the Trinity chapel, it has a chapel within the chapel, but it was so dark the photo did not turn out at all. It also has a large organ. I suppose the Presbyterians had money, too.
One thing those of you who don't live here should know about Toronto: this stupid building follows you where ever you go.
So does war. This was just down the road on University Avenue.
Here is a statue of St Michael over one of the entrances to St Michael's Hospital. It think it is interesting to compare it to the new statue placed over the entrance to the Cathedral.