This is me in the back yard of 20 Barclay Street in Hamilton, Ontario. I was born in 1932. so my guess this was taken about 1937. My father Philip Ross Reynolds lived here with my mother and brother Ralph until they were divorced. My birthday certificate lists my place of birth as Mount Hamilton hospital, to later renamed Nora Francis Henderson Hospital.
Lorine Bawttinheimer, age 16, I assume the same
year my brother, Ralph, was born
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This is from the silent 8mm color film shot by Uncle Ernest
Summerlin during the Summerlin family's traditional Christmas day visit to 20 Barclay Street. The film shows Ralph and me, our mother, Lorine, and cousin Ruth Summerlin, daughter of Ernest and Elsie
Mom never uttered a word to me about Philip and I never asked her. ( She later married Arthur Bedwell, a middle manager at the Steel Company of Canada. Philip married "the other woman".
Philip holding baby Ralph
Hand-painted photo of me and Ralph
Philip was an American citizen, he worked for his sister Elsie's husband Ernest who owned a tire business in Hamilton. Uncle Ernest hang himself in the garage of his home.( hid body was found by his daughter)'
Ralph. "Dan" (Myrtle Bawtinheimer) and Peter
on Hamilton Mountain Road. Pete's Chrysler DeSota in background.
At the time of my birth, 1932, Philip was listed on my birth certificate as being 20 years of age. His occupation was listed as cost accountant. My mother's age is listed as 18 which means she was 16 when my brother Ralph was born.
I remember seeing Philip twice. Once on King Street East in downtown Hamilton and once at Christmas on Barclay Street. He came with sister, Elsie Summerlin, and her family. I believe he left me a gift which I never saw again. Ralph, who was a year and half older then me, had sporadic contact with Philip and his two daughters over the years mainly at Philip's sister's house on nearby South Oval Street ( our aunt Elsi Summerlin) .
Philip was born in Fall River, Massachusetts and died an alcoholic and in poverty in Erie, Pennsylvania in 1960. Aunt Elsie had her brother's body brought back to to buried in the Summerlin plot at the stone-less cemetery between Hamilton and Ancaster. My grandfather, his former son-in-law, attended the funeral service. I'm told that my mother was upset that no one told her of his death or his funeral. Interesting.
We ( my mother, Lorine, Ralph and I) with our grandparents, Myrtle and Peter Bawtinheimer lived a fairly crowded life at 20 Barclay Street ( My grandfather was his own contractor in the building of the house. It is now owned by Helen Reynolds, Ralph's widow.
Their son, Earl, also lived there before going off World War 11 as an RCAF pilot and getting killed in a flying accident in Nova Scotia.
Earl ( who was like an older brother) loved hockey and lacrosse.
He played goalie in both.
Here's how I best remember Earl. I remember being very
proud of him with his Wings and Sgt. Pilot badges ( I possess all of them).
His coffin lay in the living room of Barclay Street
Peter with my ( I believe ) Aunt Phylis) on Barclay Street. Phylis was the youngest of the four Potruff sisters to die. She married Ted Clancy, a World 1 air gunner.
Ralph and Peter Reynolds in front of 20 Barclay St.
Philip Reynolds (born 1912, died 1960) taken from
Uncle Ernest Summerlin's Christmas film ( 8 mm )
Aunt Elsie had her brother's body brought back to Canada from the USA and buried in the Summerlin plot at White Chapel Memorial Gardens on Main Street West in Hamilton. My grandfather, his former son-in-law, attended the funeral service. I'm told that my mother was upset that no one told her of his death or his funeral. Interesting.
We ( my mother, Lorine, Ralph and I) with our grandparents, Myrtle and Peter Bawtinheimer. As I said, their son, Earl, also lived there before going off the war as an RCAF pilot and getting killed in a flying accident in Nova Scotia.
Here is 20 Barclay Street today,the lot with the fire hydrant. I remember my mother painting it green so it was harder to see! The fire department made her re-paint it red.).
20 Barclay Street today When I was young the street was
lined with large trees, which were all torn down.