Showing posts with label cold war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold war. Show all posts

2.01.2008

UrbEx Time Machine

When exploring, I, like many other urban explorers I have talked to, love to imagine what the abandonment may have looked like 'back in the day'. This is not saying I wish to be part of those times at all. I am saying that it would be thrilling to view that location through a type of 'temporal looking glass' to distantly witness the bustle of lively activity.

One such place which has been completely erased from this physical plane and only does exist in the past is the former Prisoner-of-War facility just a short drive north of Barrie, Ontario. Although it was not always an internment facility . . .

Near Gravenhurst, the Minnewaska Resort was built in 1897. This establishment catered to the well-to-do of Toronto, seeking vacation at the time when the lakes of Muskoka were plied by a small fleet of regal steamers. The Minnewaska closed its doors and was promptly seceded by the Calydor Sanatorium to deal with the devastating tuberculosis disease. Where the Muskoka Sanitorium accepted people from all walks of life, the Calydor, located only a short distance away, was private.

With the introduction of antibiotics, the prognostics for a
tuberculosis patient was good and the hospitalisation time greatly reduced. With the outbreak of World War Two, the need for confinement facilities for prisoners of war brought a new use for the buildings and the premises. With the Calydor already in decline, the government took over management, rapidly converted the buildings and grounds and accepted the first prisoners in 1940. At anytime, the new 'Camp 20' held around 500 prisoners which were guarded by veterans of the previous war and other younger Canadian soldiers.








(L) German Prisoners being marched from the Gravenhurst train station to the camp.
(R) German Officers posing for a photograph at the prison camp.

With the war won, Camp 20 closed in 1946, but not for long. The Gateway Hotel opened up for business in 1949. Ironically, this kosher hotel catered to Jewish vacationers from Toronto. This hotel closed in 1967 and the location became a camp for youth but was soon destroyed by fire.

The grounds are now deserted, located on the edge of the residential area of Gravenhurst there is nothing there but some old concrete footings to mark the location. There is a rumour that after the fire, some of the damaged structures were bulldozed into the lake and may still be viewed by recreational divers.


Another location which needs very little imagination (and no 'temporal looking glass') to step into the past is this Mill . . .

Can you identify this place ?











Some more hints . . . If you grew up near the Greater Toronto Area, you may very have visited it on a school field trip . . .












If you guessed, the Blackcreek Pioneer Village, you would be correct.

It is recommended that you pop by Roblin's Mill at Blackcreek Pioneer Village, if you are an Urban Explorer who enjoys poking around old mills. This one has been restored very nicely and you just might learn what the heck that broken thing-a-ma-jig is you were photographing at your favourite abandoned mill.

Happy & Safe Exploring Everyone !

5.27.2007

Base Edgar Rainy Day

This is probably the fourth trip out to the old Base. We had not specific objective today other than to shoot a short 2.45 minute video (posted to Google and YouTube) . . . Unfortunately the heavens opened up and drenched us.




A brief note on the origin and history of the Base.
Built as a radar station for the Canadian military in 1952 as part of the 'Pine Tree Line', this base closed in 1964. Approximately 170 military personnel served here. With their families living in the Private Married Quarters (PMQ's) on site, the total population (at it's height) equaled approximately 350 people and had all the trappings of a small town such as recreation centre, firehall, store, school, and church.


It was sold to the Province of Ontario in 1964 and operated as the Edgar Regional Centre or Adult Occupational Centre under the Ministry of Community and Social Services. The Ministry maintained the site for the mentally hanicapped until it closed under the Mike Harris regime in 1996.

For more images and stories, check our other posts here, here and here.

Due to the heavy rain, we skulked predominantly inside the Oakwood residence and were rather hesitant about venturing further into the base's other abandoned structures . . . because we're made of sugar.

Here's what we looked at today.

Most likely the most 'un-abandoned-looking' room at the Oakwood Residence. This former laundry room looks just as good (and as clean) as some apartment laundry rooms I have used previously.
Except for the blown-apart door and blank round casings left by SWAT tactical training exercise, nothing out of the ordinary here.



I will guess that this room, and the one adjacent to it was mission control for the mentally-handicapped patients at the Oakwood. Since there is an isolation room (think rubber room) at the end of the hall, I will further guess that the CCTV played some crazy programs during prime time.




I for one never seem to tire of looking at peelers . . . not that kind of peeler you sicko - the peeling wall paint common to most abandonments. My favourite type of peeler would most certainly include those with several layers producing a chaotic cacophony of colours.





Speaking of peels, I rather liked this wall here. A lovely mocha colour on salmon puke. Some lighter elements of white, and baby-blue accentuate the plywood boarding.
What insanity drove them to paint the electric heaters with a standard latex is beyond me.

The rain did lighten up enough for us to tear off to the vocational trades building. During a previous urban exploration meet here, I did not get a chance to properly shoot this interesting metal catwalk which leads from the second floor of the building.





Perhaps my next trip will not be marred by an untimely downpour.
Remember kids wear your rubbers so yer socks don't get wet.