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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.



































Wednesday, August 12, 2015

summer lovin'

Life has handed me a glorious opportunity this year.
I have been able to take the summer off.




There were a couple of days here and there to which I had committed but for the most part, me and the Summer were gonna make out in the tall grass. We were gonna frolic in the sand, exchange salty kisses in the ocean.

Winter was like a bad long-term relationship and once we finally broke up, I flirted with Spring, but really, Spring is just a fling... but Summer.. oh we had something special.
We had plans.




It couldn't have been simpler . There were only 2 things on the list:

1. Swim

2. Write


I swam

1 out of 2 ain't bad.


Sorry, Unfinished Novel, perhaps you and I will snuggle when it gets a bit cooler.  But Summer and I still have a lot of hot dates.

Friday, March 20, 2015

want to spring ahead but keep falling back

This is the winter that doesn't end.

Today is the first day of Spring, and yet here in Halifax we are still digging out from a series of colossal snow storms. We are now called Snova Scotia.



It's interesting to see the effect that winter has on the psyche- the psyche of people and of place.
It is apparent in how people act, speak, move.





this bus stop ad doubles as instructions.. climb the other side? YOU climb the other side- I'm done





you don't say

The heavy snowfall and bad weather take tolls on our moods as well. Personally, I have noticed a sadness, a discontent, a crankiness and a fatigue that I know is climate induced. We live part of the year in winter, so I try to embrace it as much as I can. Photography helps see the beauty in it. But even that can only go so far

yes, yes, it is pretty..
Now I am tired.

I am tired of boots and coats and layers of clothing. I am weary of feeling weighted down in body, mind and spirit. The urge to hibernate, to stay in bed or in the house is so strong. But that only breeds more sadness. Even I know that too much time spent in my own head is not good. Even my solitary nature  says ENOUGH.


I want to feel grass. I want to wear sandals and feel the air on my feet, to see my pink painted toenails peeking up at me. I long to hear sounds that are not the sliding of car tires spinning in snow and on ice. Or the scraping of the snow plow shovels hitting pavement. I long to feel light, not claustrophobic to the point of panic.

yes, yes, it can be inspiring..








In two weeks time I will take a trip. This is not to a tropical place, but a more moderate one.
Washington DC will be treated to nearly 4000 cherry trees in blossom, and I'm going to be there. I'm going to feel warm spring and smell fragrant air and leave my coat and boots and baggage behind.







But for the next two weeks I will try to breathe and think warm thoughts and hope it is enough to melt the snow.

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, February 1, 2015

febuary blew in

February 1 had winds so strong they could blow a wave right off the ocean

I don't care if it hurts to stand here

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

from kings to rings and other things



Rather than post my shot of the day individually, I've decided to put a week together. From snow to macro, from Kings to rings.. onion rings that is... this was my week




January 27
was the day of our first winter storm of the year. It didn't seem so bad from the window so I thought I would try to venture out to work . The snow was icy pellets and the ground underneath the snow was slippery. After the bus slid onto the curb I took it as a sign to go back home and work from there






January 28 was my first time practicing with a micro lens. I tried to get a detailed close-up picture of Marley's eye, but he was not very cooperative (qu'elle surprise). This was the best I could get









January 29 was one of those rare occasions where I was craving meat. This was my first visit to Krave Burger on Spring Garden. I was just happy it wasn't Rotten Ronnie's







January 30 I spotted this card twice in two different locations in the city (what odds?) I think the Sidewalk King is following me







Seeing it all laid out like this... aaah the glamour of it all. 
Perhaps I don't have to post every day's photo...




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

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

behind the news

My current contract is with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.
CBC Halifax has recently moved into swanky new digs with a big open concept studio.
As I was walking by the news camera today I was treated to a different and interesting perspective.


everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance


Sunday, January 11, 2015

not so bleak mid-winter

Oh how I miss you.


just a few more months and we'll be together again

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



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

raison d'etre

January 7 - I pass this sign almost daily downtown and am reminded that there is a reason I am here... not in the metaphysical sense, but geographically speaking (which could be argued to be the same thing)

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