I always loved the Ugly Duckling fairytale. Oh such woe I felt for the sad little grey bird. He was unloved and cast aside by all the others in the farmyard because of his plain looks. So, what a joy it was to read the part, where after a lonely and miserable winter spent by himself, the bird re-emerged in spring a strong and beautiful swan.
It’s a tiny semi detached, 2 storey house on a corner lot, fronting on a main street in a once downtrodden part of Toronto’s Old Town neighbourhood. Built in a modest 2nd empire style of architecture in the late 1800’s, the building hasn’t been lived in for several years.
It was ugly, not because of its historic style; people know that I love this city’s beautiful old buildings. It was ugly because for too many years it had been unloved; crumbling bricks and mortar, a sinking foundation, rotting wood, broken glass, a tarp even covered a portion of the roof. It was an absolute and total wreck.
I had to have it.
Much more to come……