November 15, 2005
0The 200 Year History of the St. Lawrence
Market - Part One
By Bruce Bell
Bruce Bell is the history columnist for the Bulletin, Canada’s
largest community newspaper. He sits on the board of the Town of
York Historical Society and is the author of two books ‘Amazing
Tales of St. Lawrence Neighbourhood’ and ‘TORONTO: A
Pictorial Celebration’. He is also the Official Tour Guide
of St Lawrence Market. For more info visit brucebelltours.com
It must have been quite a sight and sound on August 26, 1793 for
a family of Mississauga First Nations as they went about their daily
chores on the banks of the great lake, for out on the waters a huge
British sailing ship fired a massive cannon.
With that loud pop the area, which for generations had always been
a good place to fish, known to them as to’ron’to (where
the waters converge), was now to be called York.
The men firing the cannon under the leadership of the new Governor
named Simcoe who, despising all things ‘Indian sounding’,
proclaimed the name change and set out to build a new capital of
Upper Canada.
The third St. Lawrence Market Building ‘The Victorian Market’
North West corner of Front and Jarvis Streets 1851-1904
The Mississauga family who for a thousand years previous had called
the area home stayed on for while, teaching their time honoured
traditions to the new settlers, but soon discovered they were no
longer needed (or wanted) and left.
As the old ways were being surrendered to the new, two enterprising
colonial entrepreneurs bought their wagons together, one selling
fish the other vegetables. With that simple move the first European
style public market in the area was born.
Ten years later, on November 5, 1803, with the recently arrived
British now fully settled in, the next Lieutenant Governor, Peter
Hunter, proclaimed that same land now overrun with a mish mash of
wagons bearing fruit and vegetables and barrels overflowing of fish
be set aside for an official Public Market with its own fishing
wharf to follow.
That new Public Market beside a place where the citizens could
buy, haggle and barter for their food was also to be where the town
crier would announce the news of the day, where the stocks and pillories
holding thieving men and women would stand, where slaves and indentured
servants would be tied to the whipping post and publicly flogged
for trying to escape their harsh existence and where the town’s
folk would gather around the well and gossip on the days events.
All this daily life would be surrounded by the sounds of chickens
clucking, cows mooing and pigs squealing while being slaughtered
where they stood.
That same land, now the site of St. Lawrence Hall on King St. and
the Farmers Market on the NW corner of Front and Jarvis with the
wharf once the fishing grounds of that First Nations family, now
the site of the South St. Lawrence Market, is about to celebrate
its 200th year since Governor Peter Hunter’s proclamation.
As the town grew so did the Market area. In 1824 the market, to
hold all the open corrals of cattle, fish barrels and carts laden
with crops, was closed in on the east, west and south sides with
an oak ribbon fence with three small openings on each side. That
rudimentary first Market was torn down in 1831 and a larger one
made of red brick with arched gateway entrances on Front and King
Street was opened on the site the following year.
That second market of which a beautiful scale model can be seen
in the Citizens for the Old Town at 159 King Street E in St. Lawrence
Hall was an open air public market surrounded by a two story enclosed
walkway to protect the butcher stalls below. It had at its southern
end facing Front Street a small Inn named the Market Arms and at
its northern end above its King Street entrance York’s Council
Chambers.
After it was resolved to incorporate the Town of York into the
City of Toronto in 1834, William Lyon Mackenzie was appointed our
city’s first mayor in a room that once stood facing King Street.
That market was also the scene of one of Toronto’s most gruesome
and bizarre accidents. If you’re queasy about such things
read no further.
In 1834 a week before the vote was to be cast on our city’s
future, a group of people were standing on the second level being
addressed on the fundamentals of the upcoming election. A creak
was heard coming from the floorboards followed by a huge snapping
sound when the entire western portion of the public gallery collapsed.
24 people were critically injured and 3 others, including the nephew
of Colonel James FitzGibbon (the officer Laura Secord informed of
an American attack during the War of 1812) died after they were
impaled on the butcher hooks below.
In that same year of incorporation we now had a population of 9,000
and 10 years later in 1844 it grew to over 24,000. With this new
expansion came fresh cash and a decision to construct a new City
Hall to replace the old above the King Street entrance to the Market
where Mackenzie was sworn into office. A competition was held, as
was the custom when public buildings were constructed and the winner
was Henry Bowyer Joseph Lane. Lane was only in Toronto 4 years (1843-1847)
but in that time managed to build Little Trinity Church on King
E, additions to Osgoode Hall and The Holy Trinity Church behind
the Eaton Center.
So in 1844, on land where the Home District Farmer’s Storehouse
once stood on the SW corner of Front and Jarvis Streets, work began
on the new and desperately needed City Hall and building it on the
then waterfront would give the new Hall an impressive appearance
as ships rounded the bay.
‘There, in all its splendor, the new City of Toronto and
it’s center, its grand City Hall’.
That City Hall, Toronto’s second, still stands in part surrounded
by the South St. Lawrence Market. Where the main entrance to the
south Market is today, there was a foyer, spiral staircase and the
Police Office. The staircase led up to the 2nd floor where, facing
Front St., the Mayor had his new digs. At the rear, overlooking
the Harbour on the 2nd floor, was the Council Chamber and the third
Floor held the Public Gallery that looked down over the Chambers.
The two arches (the present red doors were added in 1876) that flank
the main entrance led to the Market stalls. The basement was the
domain of Police Station No. 1 and its infamous jails.
Being situated so close to the waterfront would also produce one
of our neighbourhood’s greatest urban legends. The horrors
of the Dungeon.
Before the days of prison reform and common sense justice, people
were thrown into that jail, chained to the wall (where Dominos coffee
grinder is) and later executed if so deemed, for as little as stealing
a piece of candy.
During a storm the creeks that at one time started their journey
above Davenport Hill and flowed down into Lake Ontario would swell,
flood the jail, and the helpless people shackled to the wall would
drown or at the very least, hang knee deep in all the contaminated
debris washing up from the open sewer that was backwashing in from
Lake Ontario. If those walls could talk, they’d scream.
So there it was, that new center of town, just as Governor Hunter
had envisioned less than 50 ago Jarvis (then Nelson) and Front Streets,
the Bloor and Yonge of its day with a new City Hall across from
an impressive Market.
But all this would change on the morning of April 7, 1849 when
Toronto awoke to a blaze that nearly destroyed the entire city.
What once was an agriculturally based city of about 35,000, was
quickly being consumed in a rage of fire.
The center of town bounded by King, Adelaide, George and Church
Streets was to change forever and along with it, the entire future
of the City of Toronto. The fire started about one in the morning
in a stable behind a then popular drinking establishment called
Covey's Inn on the north side of King Street, just east of Jarvis
where Harvest House now stands.
The flames leapt from floorboards to tin roofs to wooden sidewalks,
gathering fuel along the way. Taverns, inns, book stores, clothing
outlets, homes, newspaper offices, hardware stores, dry-good emporiums,
liquor shops and the Market all gone in one night of unbelievable
terror.
Toronto changed forever that night, but in the aftermath of the
destruction a new city was to be born and at its heart were to be
built two new magnificent structures (one of them St. Lawrence Hall,
still standing today) to replace the second market building.
The third Market building that was to occupy the NW corner of Front
and Jarvis had it survived, would be as revered and as photographed
as the Gooderham building is today.
Architect William Thomas completed Toronto’s third market
building and it’s companion St. Lawrence Hall in 1851. St.
Lawrence Hall still stands of course, but sadly it’s companion
market is long gone.
When first constructed the main door to St. Lawrence Hall was the
main entrance to the Market itself.
In 1884 C.P. Mulvany wrote in his book Toronto: Past and Present
about Christmas at that wondrous market whose entrance was a passageway
through St. Lawrence Hall...
"There is a central arcade, the first half of which, opening
on King Street, is occupied by stalls teeming with children's toys,
nick-knacks, cheap jewelry, perfume and second-hand books. After
this come the butchers' stalls, opening into the arcade and each
of them opening also into the east and west sides of the market
square where are ranged the farmers carts laden with dairy produce,
meat and vegetables. The show of meat in the market is worth a visit
and nothing equals it in any other Canadian City. But the best time
to visit St. Lawrence Market is at Christmas time when the huge
beef-carcasses, rich with fat, hang side by side some of the finest
labeled with the name of some hotel proprietor or prominent citizen
who may have purchased that splendid provision for the Christmas
feast.
Huge deer suspended from the rafters, antlers still attached, next
to a black bear in plump condition. Pigs, wild turkey, swan, prairie
chicken, grouse, and partridge all await the Christmas feast. Brilliantly
illuminated and brightly decorated The St. Lawrence Market is undeniably
one of the things worthy of being seen in Toronto during the Christmas
Holidays"
For the first 25 years of its life the St. Lawrence Hall was the
pre-emanate concert hall in Toronto and ranked amongst the greatest
performance venues in North America.
The mid 19th century were the hall’s golden years. But the
end was it sight. In 1874 the Grand Opera House, a brand spanking
new state-of-the-art 1700 seat theater on Adelaide, just west of
Yonge, opened and immediately stole the crown and the thunder from
St. Lawrence Hall.
A few years later the Hall started its decline into oblivion. By
the late 1890’s, Toronto was booming, its population was almost
200,000, and it was time to build yet another City Hall.
The question was what to do with the old one?
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