Regions are getting empty. Everybody knows, everybody says so. Farms are becoming larger and they become (over) specialized. At the last century they were self-sufficient and beyond culture, they had cows, pigs, chickens and more. Today, this is...
The place is surprising. This old rooming house next to an old railway was, in another era, the nerve center of this small village in Eastern Townships. Abandoned for over fifty years according to some, it remained intact and time has slowly doing its work. While electricity is available on the first floor, none the modern conveniences (electricity, bathroom, etc) have been added to the two upper floors.
Many stories have been told about this house and its parties loaded of alcohols. It is even said that a woman would be dead, drowned in a heartache, left behind by a husband who has chosen a new wife.
With a forestry industry on the decline, the rooming house has become over the years the property of an old lady who filled his loneliness by accumulating all sorts of things: furniture, frames and a variety of items she bought in garage sales. Upon his death, the three-story house was crowded to the point of objects that it was impossible to move in it.
Just a few years the vast property was bought and an antique dealer has acquired its content. True goldmine of old Singer sewing machines, old tables, organ (non-functional) and other antiques sold at high prices in Montreal but affordable here, the place is now a boutique where the buyer can walks through antiques covered with dust. Personally, if I had some room at home, I would be left with some memories.
Regions are getting empty. Everybody knows, everybody says so. Farms are becoming larger and they become (over) specialized. At the last century they were self-sufficient and beyond culture, they had cows, pigs, chickens and more. Today, this is...
When we went on Marien Street, we were expecting to find a mattress factory damaged by fire in December 2011 and left abandoned ever since. As evidenced by the huge sign «Matelas» and the name plate identifying the...
Built in 1923 by Helen Johnston, widow of William Watson Ogilvie, the mansion incorporates all the components required by the old bourgeoisie. It must be said that her husband William W. Ogilvie had made a fortune in the grain trade, and when he...
In 1937, we are in the golden age of cinema and in these Gaspé lands, the pastor of this small coastal village is looking for a way to finance the modern church to which he dreams. Convincing parishioners to provide wood and time to build a small...