Friday, February 01, 2008

The Don Valley Parkway



The DVP at night, courtesy of The Toronto Star.

This great swoop of curving roadway was one of my first introductions to Canadian life. In the late sixties it was this sensuous flow of four lanes, divided in the middle by shrubbery and grasses bringing the inhabitants of suburbia to downtown Toronto. I had never seen anything like it in Ireland, it literally bewitched me. It was like every American movie come to life. The huge finned cars apeeding so carelessly along its smooth surface, their (AM)radios blaring The Rolling Stones and The Beatles.

We were in a carpool for work, my husband and I, and we rode this exotic serpentine twice a day for a few years as we lived in Don Mills which was considered the outer limit of suburbia then. In the larger cars of those days, there were six of us. We all took turns with our cars and the week it was your turn you also paid for the parking which could amount to a whole dollar. We were all young and broke and shared our personal stories on the journeys back and forth. Not that there was much of a story to any of us as we were all so young and just starting out in independence of our parents.

Over the years the greenery in the middle was removed to make way for more lanes and an enormous expansion effort extended it to the new outer limits of suburbia.

Needless to mention, it has never kept up with the north-south traffic flow and is known by all as the Don Valley Parking Lot.

Because of where I live temporarily now, I am forced to use it, but thankfully not at rush hour (was there ever a more oxymoronic term than rush hour?)

There is a strong sense of deja-vu as I negotiate its twists and turns. I remember the old days of the car pool and where we picked up the other passengers. And I realize that was forty years ago. And how we've all lost touch. Some of us could be dead even.

The DVP has also got a reputation as being "haunted". Folklore has it that it was built along a native burial ground. This apparently explains why often a solo car will have a fatal accident, all by itself. Or two lone cars will crash into each other late at night when driving conditions are perfect. And far too many have suicided from the bridges that span it.

I get a little fanciful, thinking this could be symbolic of life itself, this DVP. The unreachable bridges overhead, carrying trains and other passengers. The depths of the river by its side, coming back through dedicated volunteers from being a dead river to a thriving and alive one. A trail has been added for joggers and cyclists and walkers by the riverside, hidden from the parkway overhead. A secret world.

I hear the summer heat presses a cloud of pollution down its whole length. Thankfully, I haven't witnessed that and I will be long gone back to Newfoundland by the time each summer rolls around.

But I do get the sense that the DVP and I are somehow intertwined in each other.

And this is my 110th Post. I missed announcing my 100th. Well, yay me!!!

8 comments:

  1. I suppose big roads like that have both positive and negative associations - negative for commuters who have to grind up and down them every day and positive for those who see them as escape routes to beauty spots. My commutes have never involved them so I see them as escape routes, links to all those dazzling parts of Ireland I've been to over the years.

    Oh and congrats on your 110th post - so much more impressive than a humble 100!!

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  2. I should have mentioned, Nick, that I also like driving so swooping around the curves of 'the beast' are part of my enjoyment factor. I just love road trips of any kind.
    And I agree, the road links to fresh vistas in Ireland are wonderful escape routes.
    Thanks for the congrats, tho we all look very humble indeed next to Medbh!!
    XO
    WWW

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  3. Ah, "memories are made of this....." as Dean martin so aptly crooned. One of the joys of maturity, I find, is the myriad recollections to be found at every twist and turn of life.

    I gather you're house-sitting again?

    Congratulations, they say reaching the first hundred is the hardest. Let me assure you, it isn't. Blogging is like marriage, full of ups and downs, "Why am I doing this?"; "Perhaps I should give this one up and find fresh pastures....", or, "Maybe just take off into the wild blue yonder and leave it all behind."
    Then, after a particularly well-written and thought out article, all is love and laughter once more....at least, for a while.

    Keep up the good work.

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  4. Thanks, RJA for the good words.
    Blogland can be slogland at times, well said.
    XO
    WWW

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  5. oh those freeways. they give me the shivers. yes, it's great to get somewhere faster, i guess, but i always like the slow route the best.

    i posted about ireland today. it might feel familiar to you.

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  6. Laurie:
    I think you have to like driving a lot to enjoy any kind of freeway. I like the speed of going from A to B stuff, though I am working on my deferred gratification issues!!!
    XO
    WWW

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  7. Congratulations on your 110th post WWW. You talked about sharing stories about your lives on the journies to and from work. Are there any which particularly stand out for you?

    H
    xx

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  8. Thanks, H.
    I think the one that stands out the most was a young Irishman married to an older Canadian woman who had been gifted an expensive house by her parents and the parents dictated to them both how to conduct their lives. I mean everything, had keys to their house, no privacy and even told them when they could have their first child (deferred to 1975 as I recall). I remember thinking at the time how awful to be anyone's slave and feeling quite grateful we had a rented rinky dink apartment we could call our own and a beautiful baby daughter that we adored.
    XO
    WWW

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