While at my family cottage last week over the holidays, I found this great old picture of my dad standing in front of his childhood home on Cecil St. in Toronto’s Chinatown, which was once a teeming neighbourhood of Jewish immigrants. Walking through Chinatown yesterday, I happened to pass in front of the same house, and had my friend Norm take a picture of me in the same pose. It’s an exercise in double nostalgia; the first picture, taken some 40 years ago, was shot years after my father and his parents moved uptown and he must have been just passing through, on a day (we can tell from the coat), much like yesterday.
