Blast from the Past
I found this vintage address book in an overcrowded store in the east end of town.
I picked it up for one of my friends who loves all-things-old.
It was mainly unused, with only a few addresses throughout.
After closer inspection I saw that the entries dated back to before there were postal codes in Toronto.
Then we found an address that looked like a military address in France.
It read, "Capt. Harold Orr."
My friend sent me this link later that night.
It talks about a man named Harold Orr, his family, his love of skating and even how he taught his "little dog to sit on a chair with spectacles on and a pipe in his mouth."
I have no idea if this is the same man but I am fascinated either way.
It was kind of crazy to hold something so personal and ordinary to someone from what now seems like a completely different world.