Hi Marty, thanks to John for the photo of the Perras buildings.Brings back some great memories. That particular section of town was the focal point of our Third Street Gang for a number of years , so much so that I can still remember the names of all but two of the families in that block and across the street and they are: from left to right Perras, Dunn, Mead, Sauve Holgate,?? Watmore, and Hughes and on the opposite side Beck, Rhodes,Cantley and ??? , and now to the stories.
One day I got into a fight with Michael Dunn who was a couple of years older than I and so my brother Jim was tag-teaming with me. Both Michaels parents were working and so Michael's grandmother was livingwith them to look after Michael and his younger brothers Gill and Malley. Well the fight was taking place right in front of Dunn's house with a gang of kids watching and the grandmother started banging on the window to get us to stop.
Unfortunately she banged too hard and broke the window, that also broke up the fight.
One night with a little time on our hands about five of us decided to go up on the roof of the Perras building since we had never been there and some workmen who were working on the roof had left a ladder giving us the proper access. Well up we went and began our inspection. One unique feature of that block was that each bathroom had a skylight above it and so it was natural that as part of our inspection we would check out the bathrooms.
Nothing significant until we got to the last skylight and when we looked down there was an elderly woman having a bath. For some reason she looked up as the five of us were looking down and she let out one very loud scream. She began to cover up and we beat a hasty retreat to the ladder to get back to ground level. Just after we got back down and out onto the Street Deputy-Constable Bill O'Brien pulled up in his car and asked us if we knew anything about the incident and we lied through our teeth, denying any culpability.
I am sure that Big Bill knew we were but he let us off with a warning that we could be seriously injured if we tried to do that again. (3) One Sunday evening , with all of us out in front of Trevor Mead's house, a car pulled up and Mr Mead who had been on a fishing junket all weekend, disembarked and proceeded up the walkway and up the front stairs of the Mead house.
Unfortunately, he had his fishing rod over his shoulder such that it caught the roof of the proch and since Mr. Mead had obviously had more than a few barley sandwiches he appeared stuck at that point on the stairs. He was not deterred however, he backed down the steps, to the bottom to take a second run, cleared his throat , spat on the first step and confidently walked up the stairs and into the house, obviously with the fishing rod at a different angle , more by chance than by good planning.
Thanks JMcC for the funny story.
And the pic of the Perras Row Houses on Third St. was taken Sat. Feb. 18/06 by John R.
It's amazing to see them today as they were back in the 50's