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Irony

The day after a massive fire consumed Party Warehouse, Champion Paper Products and Clean Depot on Walker Road, I shot this photo from Big Tony's Pizza's parking lot near the corner of Walker and Niagara. I was surprised to still see plumes of smoke drifting from the wreckage. 

Where's the irony? The smoke is visible through the empty lot created when the owner of those businesses tore down the historic Seagraves Fire Apparatus Building a few years ago.

Two days after the fire on Walker Road

Mystery Men of Riverside

A few years ago, someone found this snapshot on the sidewalk and passed it along to us. Anyone have any idea who these gents might be? Looks like this was taken in the 1940s in the Riverside area of Windsor.

Who are these men??

Dollars From Above

He Had Money To Throw Away

(info from The Windsor Star Archives and Time)

An eccentric philanthropist who threw money from a hotel window and went on a brief cheque-writing spree had Windsorites agog on March 29, 1944. 

He was Harry Falconer McLean, a reputed multi-millionaire contractor of Toronto and regarded throughout Canada as the rich uncle of the masses.

On a rainy day he tossed $5000 in small bills from the fifth-floor window of his room in the Prince Edward Hotel, once a leading Windsor hotel on Ouellette. He had missed a planed connection en route from Chicago to Ottawa.

“I like to see people grovel for money,” he gleefully told reporters at the time.

Known for a while as Mr. X, he was notorious for giving away his money. He once tossed $5,000 in $100 bills to war-wounded veterans in Toronto.

A Windsor Star reporter wrote of the 1944 visit: “Several hundreds of one-dollar bills floated down from the upper floor of the hotel before people realized what was happening. Then there was a general scramble. Cars stopped in the middle of the street. People began running around like mad. Word of the money spread and soon a crowd gathered. It was raining, but people ignored the muck and wet to grasp at the money. It wasn’t dignified, but it was fascinating.”

To the first reporter and photographer to interview him he gave a canvas bag containing $100 in quarters. To others he gave cheques for $1,000. He gave a $5,000 cheque to the Windsor Police Burial Fund. One reporter got a cheque for $5,000. He gave $500 in quarters to a hotel switchboard operator. He issued a total of $45,000 in cheques with the when was in Windsor. Most of the cheques were never cashed. His legal guardians stopped payment.

As he left Windsor, McLean said: “I just wanted to start something and I did. I’ve had one hell of a good time. Financially, I’m cut off now, but look out for me again.”

He described in a story by Windsor Daily Star reporter Norm Hull, who later became editor of The Star, as “big, jovial and plain speaking.”

“It has now been learned that Mr. McLean has been a Santa Claus with a bag loaded with bills and cheques since the last war (1914-1918) and that his distribution of what he has to those who haven’t, now totals an amazing fortune, Hull wrote.

His biggest cash gift to a person was a $2,000 donation to the five-month-old son of a Halifax taxi driver who was courteous to him.

He gave $10,000 to a Digby, N.S., nurses’ home and made sporadic public donations to soldiers.

Years before he came into the limelight, McLean, a tall man of striking appearance with the nose of a Roman senator and a mass of nearly-white curly hair, had become known in the hotels of North America as a free spender who gave parties that continued for days.

He once bought a hotel floor clerk an expensive phonograph when he thought she looked lonely.

He tossed money around like confetti but resented any attempt to cheat him. When a boardwalk chair attendant at Atlantic City tried it, McLean lifted him in his huge hands and threw him into the ocean.

He developed a faculty of being able to size up a man to his satisfaction at sight and often said his gifts were not given as indiscriminately as it seemed. He remembered everyone he met and could call a laborer by his first name 30 years after meeting him.

He had come up the hard way, starting life as a water boy on a railroad construction job in Minneapolis. When he felt himself responsible for a railroad car of coal being dumped at the wrong location, he stayed up all night shoveling it back into the car. He was a journeyman construction hand in Canada and the U.S. until he started his own firm and handled an estimated $400 million in contracts in the next 40 years. His developments included the Abitibi Power canyon project, pushing railroads to remote Canadian towns, building the Montreal aqueduct, and helping link the Catskill watershed to New York City.  

His latter-day fame came with his first 1943 public donation of $5,000, quickly followed by others before and after he was identified.

Identification came in 1943 after he disbursed thousands more in Halifax, including the aforementioned $2,000 to a taxi driver.

McLean was born in Bismarck, N.D., of Canadian-born parents.

Ouellette Ave. looking north to Detroit in the 1950s. The Prince Edward Hotel was torn down in the 1970s.

He earned wider fame in the 1940s in a series of public giveaways as “Mr. X” – hitting the headlines first in November, 1943 when he tossed $5 000 in $100 bills to war wounded in Toronto. 

McLean was swamped with 27,000 marriage proposals but ignored them all. He married twice - in 1917 to Irene F. Robertson who passed away in 1942 and in 1951, he married Margaret K. Fitzpatrick.

McLean, who died April 30, 1961 at his home in Merrickville, Ontario, left an estate of only $108,058: $38,605 in stocks, $1,417 in securities, $26,200 in real estate, $30,760 in household goods, and $75.82 in cash.

Hello Windsor History Fans!

North Entrance of Willistead Park, Windsor, Ontario, before wrought iron fence installed around entire park, circa 1910




Hey, it's Elaine, of Walkerville Publishing. You may remember when we produced "The Walkerville Times" and then "The Times Magazine, publications that celebrated the history of Windsor and area. We did 58 issues in all between 1999 and 2007.

I was the managing editor. It was a ton of work. I loved it. I hated it.

I miss it.

And i'm not the only one. Lots of people have told me how much they miss it too so today, when I was walking around Walkerville during a very welcome February thaw, i decided to do a blog.

Yeah, genius eh?

I'm not 100% sure what will be in this blog, but I do know it will have lots of photos, old and new. People are fascinated with old photos of their city.

The new photos will document how Windsor looks now and highlight which old buildings and streetscapes have managed to escape the dreaded wrecking ball.

Lord knows, Windsor has a culture of tearing down the old and building new, not necessarily better structures.

So, welcome. I hope you like it.

P.S. Two notes of interest about the photo above: 1/ the auto entrance had to be widened to accomodate bigger cars which meant that the pedestrian entrance on the right disappeared to accomodate the wider main gate. 2/ Mary Walker, wife of Edward Walker (son of Hiram Walker of Canadian Club fame and founder of his company town Walkerville where Willistead was built in 1906) had the wrought iron fence erected around the 16-acre property because couples were apparently discovered doing naughty things on the grounds.