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Last night hubby and I were running a bit late and didn’t end up going out for dinner until past 9:30pm!  We headed downtown looking for a place that served Steak & Seafood.  I suggested the Keg Mansion because the food is good, there is a lot of history, the ambiance is wonderful and it’s said to be haunted!  My husband loved the idea too so we drove right over.  Parking for customers is free so that was great and we were seated right away, but not before I got some information from the hostess.  I asked her where the most activity was.  She answered casually stating that we would find some if we went up the staircase to the second floor by the bar.  I was like no I meant paranormal activity.  She responded so did I!  She told us that we could eat on the main floor and then go upstairs to see.  She went on to tell us that the 2nd floor lady’s bathroom is another spot and that sometimes woman have been locked in the stalls because that is where Mrs. Massey died.  She said to go up to the 3rd floor and take a peek too even though it is locked.  I was so excited and I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over!  The meal was very good and the room we were in was amazing with detailed wood work, stain glass windows, a fireplace encased with glazed colorful tiles.  Every inch of the room had such  hand craftsmanship that I couldn’t stop looking around.  The feeling I was getting was very strong energy and I felt very alive!  I wasn’t afraid at all and I kind of felt that the spirits there liked all the attention the Keg patrons were giving.  After our meal we were left to venture about the mansion!  It was so wild and such a trip.  I went to the ladies room and instructed my husband to save me if I wasn’t back in 5 minutes lol  Nothing happened, I didn’t see any ghosts at all, so I met him outside.  I was very drawn to this oval like vestibule that overlooked the main entrance.  I referenced Haunted Toronto by John Robert Columbo and found out that’s where one of Mrs. Massey’s maids had hung herself after finding Mrs. Massey dead.  Then after our look around the 2nd floor we headed up to the 3rd.  A couple of fellows were right behind us and talking about how the Keg Mansion is haunted.  I was right up front in center peeking in the locked glass door, it was dimly lit and I could make out a large painting and a couple other rooms.  My husband was right behind me shining his cell phone over my head to help me see better.  The two gentlemen asked if we saw anything… I responded nope.  Even still just being in such a grand and charming home like the Keg Mansion was enough for me.  Next time maybe I’ll bring my Ouija  and go up to the middle of the 2nd floor, by the window, and have a seat at the built in cushioned bench. lol  Anyways I rate the Keg Mansion 4.5 stars out of 5!  I will be back and if you see someone with a Ouija there you’ll know who it is :D

Haunted Keg Mansion In Downtown Toronto

Haunted Keg Mansion In Downtown Toronto

For more information on the Keg Mansion please pick up a copy of Haunted Toronto

or visit the links belowhttp://en.kegsteakhouse.com/locations/Ontario/Toronto/Mansion_Keghttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keg_Mansion

By KEN BROWN, SUN MEDIA

For California resident Ted English, yesterday’s 200th anniversary of Toronto’s oldest building meant even more for him because it involved the celebration of family.

The western end of Toronto Island is home to the 200-year-old Gibralter Point lighthouse, and English is a member of the Durnan family, which has a long history with the island and its lighthouse.

“It means an awful lot,” said English, 79, who organized a reunion of more than 50 of his Durnan relatives, some of whom he had never met, to coincide with the event.

Completed in 1808, it’s the oldest working lighthouse on the Great Lakes and the second oldest in Canada. (The Sambro lighthouse in Nova Scotia began operating in 1759.)

The third keeper of the Gibralter Point lighthouse was English’s great-great-grandfather James Durnan.

“It’s much more than a lighthouse,” said English, a former Toronto Island resident himself. “It’s a keystone of the whole family”

There is more than 170 years of Durnan history on the island, English said, and for some of his ancestors the lighthouse acts as a headstone.

“You walked over Durnans there,” he pointed out.

Yesterday’s celebration was co-hosted by Heritage Toronto and Toronto Parks, Forestry and Recreation.

Ceremonies began with a theatrical account of the lighthouse’s history by Shadowland Theatre. The crowd of a few hundred were then marched over to the landmark by fife and drum.

Behind limestone walls 2 metres thick rises an 80-step spiral staircase, and visitors were invited to climb to the top after the ceremonies.

Ray Skema, 53, was in the first group to make the ascent, and he said as a Torontonian it felt great to be up there.

“This is like the best time ever just to be in this historic building,” Skema said. “It was cool to be here for the anniversary and be part of the first 10 people to tour it.”

The building is said to be haunted by the ghost of John Paul Rademuller, the lighthouse’s first keeper.

City Councillor Pam McConnell said the Rademuller haunting is a great story for kids, but the building means a great deal to the city.

“It isn’t just a children’s story,” she said, adding it’s great to bring Toronto’s stories to people in a simple way. “It really is about the beginnings of our city of Toronto.”

Heritage Toronto unveiled two commemorative plaques at the base of the lighthouse.

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For the actual article and video clip, please see the link below:
http://www.torontosun.com/News/TorontoAndGTA/2008/07/06/6078306-sun.html

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Mystery of the shoe in the wall

Jun 22, 2008 04:30 AM


FEATURE WRITER

Mystery of the shoe in the wall

The child’s canvas shoe, entombed for decades, has the grey, dead look of a flattened mouse. Holes in the toe and the heel are roughly stitched with red thread, and a scrap of dark cotton has been poorly sewn to the rubber sole.

I’m loath to touch this object, which my husband found within the plaster walls of the small house in Etobicoke we’re rebuilding, and long to throw it away. Yet there is mystery to it. Who did it belong to? Why was it hidden? Was it lost or put there purposely? If the latter, for what reason?

We’d found other discards in the course of construction. Whisky bottles from Gooderham & Worts fell out of the eaves. Vanilla extract bottles, mustard tins and an OXO mug were retrieved from beneath the floorboards.

Most often we found what we took to be remnants of workers’ lunches – milk bottles, the remains of a pork chop, magazines (we presume they were used to wrap food) including Canadian Motorist, Live Stories (sentimental tales for women readers) and a cowboy adventure periodical called Ace-High Magazine. They are all from June 1925 – we can imagine a family 83 years ago doing what we are doing this summer, building a house.

But there was something poignant and haunting about this shabby running shoe – its poverty, of course, but also the fact that a child, perhaps a 6-year-old, had worn the life out of it.

A visiting friend with some knowledge of folklore believed the shoe had a function. She was familiar with the centuries-old English superstition of secreting shoes during house construction for good luck. They have a name: “concealed” or “concealment shoes.”

A call to Elizabeth Semmelhack, curator of Toronto’s Bata Shoe Museum, provides details. She gets inquiries from homeowners who have found shoes while renovating 19th- and early-20th-century houses. (In Britain, the practice is so common there’s a registry of concealed shoes.) The Bata, the world’s largest shoe museum, has one concealed shoe – a desiccated man’s work shoe – in its collection of 13,000.

Strangely, when she talks about the most common concealed shoe, it seems she’s describing the very one we found. “Typically, it’s a child shoe and it’s well-worn, extremely well-worn,” she says. “Who had the money to put a brand new pair of shoes in a wall? Often, it’s a single shoe, put in to keep away bad luck, though it’s morphed into a symbol of good luck.”

The metal aglets – sleeves on the tips of the laces – are a clue that our shoe dates from the Twenties or Thirties. Eventually, looking at a photo of it, Semmelhack can’t say definitively that the shoe is of that vintage or is indeed a concealed shoe, but it seems likely.

The shabby patch job is another hint. “It looks like the repair had nothing to do with making the shoe more wearable,” she says. “That makes it more likely it was repaired to function in an apotropaic role in the wall rather for the child to wear it again.” “Apotropaic,” she explains, is the term for an object used as a talisman to ward off evil, like a charm bracelet. By stitching the shoe, it became more of a vessel to contain bad spirits.

When she renovated her Danforth-area house, Semmelhack concealed a pair of her husband’s shoes with a note explaining why his Kenneth Coles were in the walls.

Most often concealed shoes are placed in chimneys or over doors and windows – “areas of the house considered susceptible, or weak, where something could come into the property,” says Josephine Hickin, shoe heritage development officer at the Northampton Museum and Art Gallery in England.

She adds that shoes are one of the few personal items that retain the shape and, according to some beliefs, carry the spirit of the owner. The concealed shoe is connected with the animist notion that the shoe is “protected by the spirit of the owner. And children are believed to have a stronger spirits than adults.”

Traditionally, shoes have been symbols of authority also linked to fertility – remember the old tradition of tying old shoes to the car bumper of newlyweds – and good luck.

The study of concealed shoes began in 1957 when June Swann, keeper of the boot and shoe collection at the Northampton Museum, and a fellow curator each received a half-dozen shoes for identification. Most had been hidden near chimneys. Swann could find no literature on shoes concealed in houses. She wrote in a 1996 article in Costume Society Journal about how her curiosity was piqued especially by the discovery of a pair of child’s boots in the thatched roof of a cottage in Northamptonshire. “I had this vision of a tiny child on the thatched roof,” Swann, now 79 and retired, told the Star, “and I wondered, `What kind of family does this?’ … Not being superstitious, it took me a long while to convince myself that all my finds were (put there deliberately).”

Since then, the Northampton Museum has become a repository of concealed shoes. It has a collection of 246 of them and a database recording some 1,700 hidden shoes found around the world. Some are from Ontario – including a pair of brown boots, from 1830 to 1845, discovered in a house in Palgrave, and six ankle boots, dating from 1870, from a house in Kincardine.

Most of the shoes in the index are from Britain, but concealed shoes have been reported in Germany, France, Australia and the eastern U.S., especially the New England states. While a few date from the 15th century, the practice appears to have grown more common after that, peaking in the 19th century and then falling away after the 1930s.

Almost all are thoroughly worn, most beyond repair, and suggest working-class owners; nearly half are children’s shoes. Some have been found with knives or other sharp objects, chicken bones or cat bones and may be linked to some kind of ritual sacrifice. (We also found a pair of skate blades in our walls.)

Swann notes in another article that the study of concealed shoes is incomplete, in part because of the “reticence of the finders of footwear, which is usually in a disgusting condition,” and because tradesmen working on old houses will discard shoes, not knowing their significance.

We know, from searching property records, a farmer named William Golding owned our Etobicoke house in the early 1920s. But by 1925 it belonged to Thomas Bruce, whose name appears on the magazine labels. and who was a stock keeper and salesman for Hyslop Brothers, a bicycle manufacturer at Victoria and Shuter Sts. Golding may have left the house unfinished – some dwellings in the area were built as cottages – and Bruce may have put in the plaster walls.

Following the Northampton Museum’s recommendation, we will likely return the shoe to the walls, not out of superstition, but in the spirit of continuity. And we will adopt a new perspective on the shoe as suggested by Elizabeth Semmelhack, who says, “Think of it as a symbol of a new beginning for those people. They have a child and want to keep bad luck at bay.

“The shoe is devoted to hope in the future.”

Friday The 13th, My Survival Story!

This past Friday I experienced quite the series of unusual events.  I am not a very superstitious person and I personally look forward to those special Fridays.  I always enjoy a good scary movies or to delve further into the paranormal… I really appreciate the supernatural on those days.  Well, I usually do all of those things anyways, but even more so on the 13th.  On this particular Friday the 13th my husband and I were driving west on the 401 when it really started to rain, monsoon like, and my husband mentioned what day it was.  As soon as he did an 18 wheeler nearly side swiped us.  If he didn’t slam on the breaks we would have been toast.  I do admit I screamed like a little girl!  My heart nearly jumped out of my throat.  First the crazy rainstorm and then the near death experience. OMG what was going to happen next!!!???  Well then we had to stop for gas so when hubby was pumping the octain our car started to roll.  I was a bit shaky from the prior incident that I was a bit delayed in popping the emergency break on.  My husband said I wanted to watch a horror movie, however, I did not want it in 4D lol!  I wonder if people who believe that Friday the 13th is negative actually amplify it’s detrimental effects.  It’s as though my husband was tuning in the bad vibes to actually cause almost harmful things to occure.  Thank the Lord I was there to cancel the negative energy!  We were very lucky to walk away without a scratch.    

       

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