Mariday Park
Mariday Park is a 1-kilometre-squared neighbourhood of 14 streets in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, created in 1909 by J.J. Carrick.
History
(Port Arthur became a city in 1906.)
The land that became Mariday Park was previously owned from 1879 - 1909 by Alderman Daniel Francis Burk (1848 - 1917) [1].
Real estate developer John James "J. J." Carrick, (1873 - 1967) who was actually Mayor of Port Arthur at age 36 in 1908, bought the land from Burk in 1909. Carrick hired A.L. Russell (whose office was on the north side of Cameron Street [2] and who served with the Port Arthur Historical Society), of Port Arthur's Park Board, to plan the streets.
created promotional brochures to sell the homes. One of these brochures read, in part:
"Mariday" [a portmanteau of Carrick's wife Mary June Day's first and maiden names] was acquired and held, almost since the increption of Port Arthur, by a somewhat different character—Alderman Daniel Francis Burk—who in the early days pinned his faith, future and funds to the then undeveloped resources on the shores of Thunder Bay. Adhering tenaciously to the belief that the then embyro [sic] site must, at a not-too-distant date, become the location of a populous and prosperous city, he proceeded to apply the British motto "What we have we hold." to the situation, and forthwith placed a "Nothing doing" sign on the property.
Possessed with the three outstanding characteristics of the pioneer of this country—sagacity, sense and sand—Daniel Francis Burk bent his energies in other directions, arranged to liquidate the demands of the Tax Collector—and waited.
Time flies—but nowhere as in the West. The clearance became a hamlet, the hamlet merged into a village, the village assumed the proportions of a town—the Hand of Destiny was at work. The patron of the Blazed Trail—the speculator from the more effete East, dropped around and commenced to sit up and make a few observations.
"Who owns that hundred acres up on the hill?" was what he queried.
"D.F. Burk," was the answer.
"What does he ask for it?"
The reply was always the same, "He won't sell."
And so it came to pass that the citizens of the classic city of Port Arthur builded their homes up to and around Mariday Park, the gem spot of the city's residential section. Likewise, it also came to pass than Daniel Francis Burk, consoled by the realization of his early dreams, finally acceeded to the oft-expressed wish of the citizens, that the property should no longer impede the city's natural pathway of expansion. On 30th September 1909, he transferred to the present owner and developer for a snug fortune a property that had cost him a comparatively palty sum 30 years before.
Mr. A.L. Russell, O.L.S., of the city's Park Board, was entrusted the task of laying out the property, and the work has been skilfully and artistically executed.
All streets and avenues are 66 feet wide. The driveways are 28 feet wide. A strip of 19 feet on each side being reserved for boulevards and walks.
The lots all have a frontage of 50 feet, varying in depth from 105 to 140 feet, to 12 and 14 foot lanes.
The property is beautifully treed with yellow birch, poplar and spruce, Cement walks, macadamized streets, water and sewer connections are being installed by the city under the direction of the City Engineer...
— John James Carrick, in his promotional book selling the lots to his "Mariday Park" [3], 1909
Streets
Running North-South:
- Marlborough Road*
- Ray Boulevard
- McKibbin*
- Rupert*
- Hill Street South
- Winnipeg Avenue*
- Summit*
- High Street
Running East-West:
- Red River Road
- Beresford*
- Bay
- Cornwall
- Whitney*
- John Street
Of these 14, half of them do not extend outwards and exit only inside the Mariday Park neighbourhood. [marked with a *]
Culture
Dr. Penny Petrone (1925 - 2005) grew up in a poorer part of town, in the streets East and below Mariday Park. In her memoir she reflected on the elitist character of the neighbourhood, during her adolescene circa 1935 to 1945:
An article in the 10 January 1914 issue of the Daily News-Chronicle recorded the comparison that one Italian made between the coal docks and Mariday PArk, the best residential area in Port Arthur: "Thousands and thousands of dollars have been spent in Mariyday Park, which has about one-third the people the coal dock has. T'at is verra good. It maka nica street, nica place to live, but we who live in de coal dock have not got near dat much and we are tree times as big as the peoples in Mariday Park..."
...
With Mamma's permission we also sold lettuce, radishes and onions from her garden at five cents a bunch. Mary and Rita had regular customers in the neighbourhood, while I had to venture up the Bay Street steps into the Mariday Park area where the rich people lived. High, Summit and Winnipeg Avenues were a strange world of large houses and streets empty of pedestrians. The stillness frightened me. I was self-conscious when I rapped on the doors. Business was never good, and Mamma wondered whether the English ever ate garden fresh salads. After two or three forays, I stopped.
...
It did not take me long to discover just what a closed, predominantly WASP enclave, Port Arthur Collegiate was. I lived in the South End-the wrong end of the city. South-enders did not go to the Collegiate but to the Port Arthur Technical and Commercial High School...I had no choice if I wanted an academic diploma, as I very much did. The Collegiate was the only place to get one.
I knew my years were going to be unpleasant, but I had not fully anticipated what an ordeal they would turn out to be. To begin with, there was a terribel cliquishness in the school. The students lived in the "right" sections of town: MAriday Park, ST. Patrick's Square, Prospect, PEter and College Streets. They spent summers together at their cottages on Loon Lake and along the beaches of Lake Superior. They got elected to every school office. THeir parents belonged to the same fashionable clubs and went to the same Protestatnt churches. THe mothers belonged to the same church groups. THe fathers were members of the City Council, the Board of Education and the Rotary Club. My father was a labour gang foreman. And my mother spoke broken English. They did not belong to the right social clubs.
— Dr. Penny Petrone, Breaking the Mould (1995)
Sources
Canadiana [4]
J.J. Carrick [5]
Thunder Bay Museum [6]
[4] Petrone, Penny, 1995. Breaking the Mould. [7]