Canada's History - - CONTENTS - Sub­mit­ted by Taimi Henderson of Sel­wyn, On­tario.

Wash­ing day on Toronto’s Cen­tre Is­land.

This pic­ture shows how we did our wash­ing dur­ing the war years. My friend Alma Mor­row and I were seventeen in 1942, when we first moved to Cen­tre Is­land in Toronto’s har­bour for the sum­mer. After tak­ing the ferry from the is­land, we walked up to our jobs in the Ea­ton’s depart­ment store’s gen­eral of­fice.

This pho­to­graph was prob­a­bly made in 1944. I’m putting the sheets through the wringer, and a friend who stayed with us for a while (her name is Sally, but I’ve for­got­ten her sur­name) is catch­ing the sheets so that we can hang them.

Our flat con­sisted of two rooms. One was a sun­room that was both a liv­ing room and the bed­room; the other small room was our kitchen and din­ing area. We had a two-burner por­ta­ble stove and orange crates for shelves, and we made cur­tains to “pretty” them.

We were very proud to be in­de­pen­dent and oc­ca­sion­ally in­vited our par­ents for meals. Other guests in­cluded air­men from Lit­tle Nor­way, the train­ing camp for ex­iled Nor­we­gian forces on Han­lan’s Point. My daugh­ter was shocked when I told her about this, but it was a very in­no­cent time. Yes, we in­vited men we didn’t know back to our rooms, but if they tried to get fresh they were asked to leave. We had no prob­lems, and the own­ers of the house were our “par­ents” for the du­ra­tion.

We loved liv­ing there and would bi­cy­cle to and from the ferry. On ar­riv­ing home, we would put sup­per on the stove, turn it low, rush out for a fast swim in the cold lake, sun­bathe, and then go in for sup­per.

Some evenings, if sleep eluded us, we would bi­cy­cle around Ward’s Is­land in our py­ja­mas. On week­ends, we walked on the board­walk or down the main drag, feel­ing some­what su­pe­rior to the “tourists” who came for the day.

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