Showing posts with label Halifax. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halifax. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2019

If These Walls Could Speak

I live in a city that has a lot of history. Most cities do, I suppose, but ours is one that isn't that old, so it is easily traced. I've started spending time in the public archives, reading about times gone by, looking at photos of what used to be and what still remains.

How often I walk by places and wonder about their stories. Perhaps because my father built homes, I have a particular affinity for buildings. One of my favourites in Halifax is The Waverley, which is now a boutique Inn. I wrote a story which was published in the Chronicle Herald but in case those stories eventually go away, I thought I'd put it here as well.










THE HALIFAX WAVERLEY

If the walls of the Waverley Inn could talk, they would tell stories of grand parties,
interesting characters, ladies of leisure, ladies of the evening and even a ghost story or two.




In the city’s south end, The Waverley Inn stands as a beacon to a time long gone.
The bright yellow building is recognizable to many Haligonians as a landmark on
Barrington Street and its history is just as colourful.

When Halifax began, Barrington Street, from Spring Garden Road to Inglis,
was called Pleasant Street. It was on this street in 1865 that construction of a grand house
commenced. By 1867 Edward W. Chipman and his socialite wife Mahala moved into one of the
most expensive and extravagant homes in the city. From the very beginning, it was considered
a lavish place to hold social gatherings and Mahala hosted dances and parties for local society
which included British officers stationed in the garrison.

When Chipman’s dry-goods business began to fail, the house was lost to the Sheriff and sold
at auction to a local real estate investor, who flipped the property to two sisters,
Sarah and Jane Romans. It was the Romans Sisters who turned the property into the
Waverley Hotel, building an addition on to the back to accommodate more guests, making
The Waverley one of Halifax’s finest residential inns. During that time, it boasted some well-known guests including Irish poet Oscar Wilde, who has a room named after him, Anna Leonowens, the inspiration for the movie and musical “The King and I” and well known showman P.T. Barnum of the Barnum and Bailey Circus.

artist rendition of the Waverley in the late 1800's


After the Romans sisters retired in 1905 the building changed hands a couple of times and in
1944, during the Second World War, it was purchased by the Blue Triangle Women's League.
The Women’s League was a charitable organization that stemmed from the YWCA. One of their
functions was to look after war brides immigrating through Pier 21 and many of these women
stayed at the Waverley before moving on to their homes across the country.
Members of the Women's Royal Canadian Naval Service (WRCNS or "Wrens") were also housed there.

Calvin Blades is the manager of the Waverley and has worked there for the past 25 years.
He has met some of these women, who have returned for reunions. They remember their time
at the hotel fondly.

“They tell of a much different time back then. For instance, when they wanted to have gentlemen
callers, it had to be supervised visits in the sitting room. They certainly didn’t go out alone, or
entertain in their rooms.”

Blades was hired by owner Abe Leventhal who had purchased the Inn in 1950’s. By this time,
The Waverley, and the neighbourhood was in a decline. In fact, for a while, the area from
Spring Garden Road to Inglis Street was Halifax’s red-light district, so it’s no surprise that
The Waverley saw its share of illicit action, with some of Madam Ada McCallum’s girls sitting in
the lobby.

When Leventhal and his business partner first purchased the property, it was as a redevelopment
project. The initial thought was to tear down the building and put up a motel complex but luckily
they didn’t act on that idea right away. Later, those plans changed when Leventhal and his wife
Elaine, were visiting her family in Massachusetts. They noticed the trend throughout
New England was to renovate old Victorian homes into inns and B&Bs and they saw the potential in the Waverley. It wasn’t until the early 80’s that this plan was put into action.
Elaine Leventhal wanted to restore the inn to an upscale property, and that meant the clientele
had to change and the ladies of the evening were no longer welcome.

Mrs. Leventhal’s taste was more on the lavish side, so the decor became quite opulent with
plush burgundy carpeting and dusty rose embossed wallpaper. Most of the Victorian antiques
were acquired at this time.

Although he has been there for 25 years, Blades said he originally had no intention of staying
that long. But the Leventhals made it “a fun place to work with a kind of family atmosphere” and
the returning guests became friends as they came back several times a year, over the years.
Other long-time staff stayed for the same reason. Calvin remembers the Leventhal's going to
dinner in the evenings and popping in afterward to drop off a meal or dessert to him as he worked the front desk.

In the 1990’s, Abe Leventhal entered into an agreement with the provincial government to allow
refugees to stay in the hotel. Drita Marshall, who fled her home in Albania, was one of those
guests. She credits Mr. Leventhal not just for providing her with a temporary home, but a job as
well. She remains on staff today.

There are other “returning guests” that become a topic of conversation at the Waverley, those
of the ghostly variety. The Waverley has been the subject of several television “ghost hunter”
type shows. Staff and guests alike claim to have seen the same apparition of a Victorian era
woman in a long dress. She has been spotted in the hallways and sometimes sitting at the foot
of a bed. No one seems to know who she was in life, but in death, all reports say there is positive feeling, nothing malevolent, so the Waverley ghosts is a friendly and agreeable guest.

Upon the death of Abe Leventhal three years ago, the fate of the Waverley was in question. As a location of prime real estate, there was much interest and an offer was accepted. Known for building condominiums, Nassim Ghosn had every intention of tearing down The Waverley and putting up a modern building. But once again, the Waverley’s charm saved it from the wrecking ball. When Ghosn walked through the place, learned its history and heard stories from the staff, he decided that the Waverley had to stay The Waverely. And once again, the inn is in the hands of a family.


Major plans are underway for renovations, with a new, modern building behind and the original
building to remain. The Ghosn’s hope to open up the main level as a cafe or restaurant while
keeping the Victorian feel in the original guest rooms upstairs.

For over 150 years the Waverley Inn has weathered many storms, literally and figuratively
speaking. It has survived the Halifax Explosion, world wars, economic decline and threats of
demolition. It is rooted into Halifax’s history and grounded to see its future.



































Tuesday, April 7, 2015

springing spring

a real snow bird





This morning it snowed. Again.
It started in January and it hasn't stopped. 
Piles and banks of snow.
And this morning it snowed again. 

Many Nova Scotians woke up bitter at the sight.
As for me,  I've done what I've done for the last two months- I've decided to see the beauty in it.
And then I take photos. 


even the birds be like "what the f-??"







But there is another reason I'm not bitter about the weather. 
Tomorrow I won't have to worry about the snow. 
Tomorrow I will see Spring. 
Tomorrow I will head to Washington, DC for the Cherry Blossom Festival

I realize I may sound smug. That is not my intent. 
We've all hated those people hitting the tanning beds for trips to Cuba, DR or Jamaica this winter.
I don't mean to rub it in. 
But at this point it is every snowman for himself.
It's not about a Caribbean vacation, it's about seeing something bloom. 




Although I've been to DC before, I have never been during cherry blossom time and I look forward to taking so many many pictures.


not my picture, but I hope to take lots more like it



The last time I was there I lost all my photos of the monuments so I look forward to getting those shots again.  But mostly, I'm looking forward to the smell. The fragrance of grass and mud and blossoms. The smell of Spring. 
I'm also looking forward to not wearing boots. Or coats. Or layers of clothing.
And temperatures above 0 °C

um.. I'll take the one on the right please... my right.. 



So Spring, if you won't come to me, I will come to you.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow it will be Spring. 





Thursday, February 19, 2015

beauty beyond the blizzard



February 19 gave us a bit more snow. It's not hard to tell that everyone is done with winter.

But since it is still here and steadfast, I will continue (try!) to find the beauty in it. This wasn't hard when I saw the little church-turned-museum in Africville shining through the snow



Sunday, January 25, 2015

mind games



January 25 was a lovely day to visit the Halifax Central Library. I love this new space, and enjoy seeing so many use it in so many ways. I didn't ask for permission to take this shot, because I didn't want to interrupt the obvious intense concentration



I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

fresh faced flower found me foolishly fawning

January 20 came with a reminder that Spring isn't really that far away. This fresh faced flower brought some brightness to the day

Sunday, January 18, 2015

what a difference a day makes

January 18 falls into the" what a difference a day makes" category. 

Yesterday's frigid, unbelievably cold (and painful!) temperature was replaced by a day dressed as Spring. 
It won't be long now before we can return to the ocean...








nothing can keep us apart

Saturday, January 17, 2015

keep your brass monkeys in today

January 17 was beautiful, crisp, and so cold that my phone showed me a thermometer and refused to budge until it was warmer. 
But the sunset seem to paint the trees in the south end and as far as winter days go, this was a pretty lovely one

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

when all else fails, accessorize

January 14 and the recently fallen snow was still hanging around, like winter's way of accessorizing.


just look how it accents this gate necklace..

Monday, January 12, 2015

sweet endings

January 12 ended with a lovely dinner at 2 Doors Down in Halifax with two dear and beautiful friends. 

Since time is now our hottest and hardest commodity, it's sweet to spend it connecting and catching up .. Made even sweeter by this salted caramel cheesecake with chocolate cornflakes on top


you had me at salty & sweet

Sunday, January 11, 2015

so long sunday

January 11 was a beautiful day spent out of the city, returning in time to catch the sun setting over the harbour



panoramic of Halifax Harbour taken from Dartmouth

Saturday, January 10, 2015

socializing and sinking balls

January 10 was a very busy day. 
As someone can find social situations quite uncomfortable, I have to say, I think I did my yearly quota of socializing today.

They were hello's and goodbyes and lining up shots



Thursday, January 8, 2015

new coat of paint

January 8 and in an attempt to not be a winter hermit, some friends and I hit the lanes.
What we lacked in scores, we scored in laughs
Bowling alleys make think of Tom Waits.
A Tom Waits lyric, to be exact.

                                    Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
                                   Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down.
                                   You wear a dress, baby, and I'll wear a tie.
                                   We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky


bowled over by fun

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

better than a barrel of monkeys

January 6 and there was only one choice for today's shot because ...
who can resist a kitty in a box?


and like that- another cat picture added to the internet

Monday, January 5, 2015

just tryin' to be the rainbow in someone's cloud

January 5 was an unusual weather day but for the most part stayed sunny. Even when it rained. Today's shot is of the rainbow that spanned the West End of the city this morning.

As I was walking, it was sunny behind me, raining on me, and there was a rainbow ahead of me..

 

Saturday, January 3, 2015

you're always so inviting

January 3rd was a beautiful though cold day and the evening was perfect for a stroll before the storm. 

There are so many sweet and quaint sights in my neighborhood and this is one I walk by nearly every day. Although I've shot it several times, in different seasons, I always find it quite inviting





Friday, January 2, 2015

library leisure or a confession of vouyerism

January 2 was a mild and lovely day. 
I stopped by the new Halifax Central Library
Through the bookshelves I saw this guy who seemed very at home in the new space. 


I find I enjoy taking pictures of people who aren't aware they are being photographed...


Thursday, January 1, 2015

old dog, new year

Two years ago I gave myself a challenge to take a photo every day of the year.
It didn't matter how random, good or bad, but I had to commit to taking (and posting) one every day.
So for 365 days I looked for shots, and in doing so, I became a bit more disciplined and a lot more observant.
When the year ended I didn't continue, but loved to look back periodically to see what memory I had created and captured on corresponding dates.
This year I've decided to do it again.


January 1st and the belated White Christmas fell. I took a walk around the neighborhood as it was a beautiful still evening. Holy Cross Cemetery was still open so I managed to get this shot with the bright moon hanging over the chapel



Friday, January 10, 2014

critiquing the critics

As a Theatre student, I was taught to be critical.
Constructively.

If we watched a scene, the director/professor would ask for opinions afterward. There was no such thing as simply saying "I liked it" because he would always push for why.

We began to dissect... everything. Lights, direction, acting, costumes, sets... to question every choice the production's director and actors made.

Sometimes I wish I never took that course.

There is no way I can separate myself from the critique.
Every time I watch a live performance my mind is constantly whirling, as ears, eyes and brain combine to make a fine tooth comb of analysis, running it through the hair of the performance as deliberate as looking for lice.
It happens with film, music and books as well, although I tend to be harder on the stage because this is where it began. It has just spilled over into other areas of art.

Of course there is nothing wrong with constructive criticism but I have to remind myself that not everyone has the same background, same experience.
But inevitably when I emerge from a performance, someone will ask the question
"what did you think?"

Ugh.

I'm sure friends who ask roll their eyes inward, waiting for me to hate it and tear it apart.
I should just say I liked it, and move on. But it doesn't sit well in my guts.
I'm sure it comes off as pompous, as if I think could do better.  I don't. Okay, in some cases I do, but in fairness, in some cases my cat could also do a better job.
 
One of my pet peeves with local theatre here in Nova Scotia is not as much with the productions, but with the audiences. It seems that people misunderstand the purpose of the standing ovation. It would appear that if anyone walks across a stage, it is applauded by jumping to your feet. But by far, the worst culprits are the local reviewers who always praise, never picking out anything that could and should be addressed, something  to be improved upon.

While it is very kind to want to be so supportive, it breeds mediocrity and unwarranted ego. How can an artist grow if s/he thinks they have no need to improve?
I'm not speaking of those critics who hate everything, who feel the need to tear it all down.
Criticism should be constructive, not destructive. It is meant to build toward something better, not to tear something down.

As a performer and director I have been reviewed many times and I can say that if the critique was favorable nine times out of ten, it was the tenth that stayed with me. As a person it is easy to take it personally. As a performer it should be taken as a gift. It puts a seed in the back of your mind that grows into other options, other choices.


However, with all of this being said, I have to remind myself that not everyone thinks this way. Some people enjoy a production simply because they found it entertaining.
I envy that.
It's not fun realizing that the Wizard is just a man behind the screen, or knowing the trick to every illusion.
Every time I answer the question "what did you think?" I obsess about my response for hours afterward. I worry that I offended someone or made them feel that their opinion was invalid.

While it may appear that I am too critical, it is nothing compared to my own review of my review.
Sadly, that voice is not a constructive one.











Friday, November 16, 2012

the autumn leaves drift by my window

The trees are nearly bare now.
There are a few patches of leaves that hang on still, but one more rain or wind storm will see them on the ground.

Nova Scotia is blessed with a glorious Autumn season.
And I was blessed to be able to spend some wonderful afternoons trying to capture it.

The Old Burying Grounds
City or shoreline, this province is a photographer's dream in any season. But the Fall seems to splatter color everywhere. It is vibrant and alive.
the clock tower on Citadel Hill, overlooking Halifax Harbour





















one of the paths in Halifax Public Gardens





In the centre of the city there grows a beautiful Victorian garden. It's one of my favorite places to visit and spend time, and I have taken many photo's there, in every season.






I find the best way to explore and to see things in a different way, is through the lens of a camera. Since I was a child, I saw everything in snapshots,
Now I get to share them.