Monday, March 6, 2017
The north end that I loved was a place where working class people had a chance to make a life, blue collar workers could live and raise families, and have a place that was safe and people looked out for each other your parents always knew what you were up to because everybody watched out for each other, and there was always the busy bodies that knew everything, now I know that it wasn't a paradise it did have its issues, what neighbourhood didn’t, it had a reputation for being tough and where trouble makers lived, but it was home.
As I look around today I see most of the old ways are going the way of the dodo as expected…and as they should everything changes, and maybe I do look at the north end with rose-coloured glassed, but I still can look around and see the things that made the north end a great place to live.
There are those that will agree with me and those that won’t and I accept that…but after almost 50 years of living and loving the north end I am getting ready to leave it…my north end is not gone but it soon will be, the things I loved about it are already going away and the new generations coming in are making it their own, as it should be, my wish is that they remember the foundations that the north end was built on the good and the bad, and embrace them and love their north end they way I love my north end. —Someone born and raised in the north end.
At a time when the city needs local coverage more than ever, we’re asking for your help to support independent journalism. We are committed as always to providing free access to readers, particularly as we confront the impact of COVID-19 in Halifax and beyond.
Read more about the work we do here, or consider making a donation. Thank you for your support!