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The Gibraltar Point Lighthouse, 1909 <\/em><\/p>\n Hop on your bike some day and head over to Hanlan’s Point. As you exit the ferry, ignore the statue of one of the world’s great rowers, Ned Hanlan, and don’t be tempted to read the plaques off to the right about the former baseball stadium and one of the greatest baseball players of all time, Babe Ruth. That’s all recent history. Ride down the road towards what is oddly named \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Gibraltar Point\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (it’s a sandbar as flat as a pancake), and as you round the corner heading left and east, keep an eye out through the thick trees and brush to your left. Hiding in the foliage is the real story about this part of the island — one of maybe two pre-1810 buildings in the old City of Toronto still in its original location, and one rich with tales about murder, storms, and shipwrecks.<\/p>\n It is, of all things, a lighthouse – a lovely, picturesque, grey limestone building, about 75 feet high, with an old red door and a big iron key and a red cage for the light on top. In fact, it’s the oldest surviving lighthouse on the Great Lakes, and the second oldest surviving lighthouse in Canada. And in a few weeks, lighthouse junkies from around North America are coming to celebrate its 200th anniversary.<\/p>\n Torontonians generally don’t even know the lighthouse exists, but that’s not particularly surprising. We remember what means something to us — what helps makes sense of our place. Today, lighthouses symbolize the Maritimes or Lake Superior — places we think of as defined by big water, and by sometimes treacherous journeys over it. Toronto hasn’t much thought about shipping for about 40 years now. And without any context of heavy lake travel, lighthouses have slipped from our point of reference. When I think of Lake Ontario, I think of empty expanse dotted with a few small pleasure boats. I don’t think of nervous men on ships trying to make their way around the shallow shoals of the island and through sandbars (not concrete \u00e2\u20ac\u0153gaps\u00e2\u20ac\u009d) into Toronto harbour.<\/p>\n Gibraltar Point Lighthouse is forgotten, I would argue, precisely because the era it defines, not to mention nearly all of its original landscape, has been lost. It belongs on a red cliff in P.E.I. – somewhere with wind and water and space — not surrounded by trees and bushes with no water, and no inspiring views, in site.<\/p>\n But this is what makes that marooned stone lighthouse so important to this city today. The lighthouse is our very rare touchstone — a portal, if you like — to a town not even yet called Toronto.<\/p>\n When the lighthouse was constructed in 1808-09, Toronto was the Town of York, a tiny settlement of about 650 people, clustered by the lakeshore east of today’s St. Lawrence Market, and bounded by forest north of Queen (then Lot Street). With \u00e2\u20ac\u0153roads\u00e2\u20ac\u009d little more than cart tracks through often impassable mud, travel was preferably by water. South of Front Street, a couple of wooden piers stretched into the water. Ships were the life-line of the town. The lake was the way in, and the way out.<\/p>\n Without a lighthouse, the Town of York was like a city today without a signed highway. More than that, it was a community that put its travellers, and itself, at risk. Very shallow shoals stretched a good ways out into the water from the island — a fact noted in early maps of the harbour, but also by much later photos of Victorian kids standing up to their knees in water far off Hanlan’s Point. Getting into Toronto’s harbour was no easy trick in good weather and in light. In darkness or in storms, Toronto became invisible. Even after the lighthouse, more than a few ships, like the Monarch in November of 1856, found themselves wrecked on Toronto’s shores. And more than a few epic moments of heroism resulted from rescue attempts by the equivalent of today’s firecrews — men paid to launch rowboats into violent storms to save lives.<\/p>\n Shipwreck of the Monarch, 1856<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n So came the lighthouse. Probably unlike any other building in York at the time, the vast majority of which were made out of wood and not even brick, the lighthouse was constructed of hand-quarried stone brought by sailing ship from Queenston, near Niagara Falls. With walls nearly 2 meters thick at the base, it was built to last against harsh lake storms, and constructed at great government expense. Next to it was built a two-room lighthouse keeper’s cottage, and the first keeper, J.P. Radenmuller, became the first year-round resident on the island. It was he who famously disappeared in 1815, perhaps murdered by soldiers from Fort York. And it is he who perhaps still haunts the site today.<\/p>\n When built, the lighthouse was only about 25 feet from the lake. Today, given the continued accumulation of sand from the bluffs, the shore is about 300 feet off.<\/p>\n In fact, given all of the landfill, the coming and going of residential development, and the building of a water treatment plant on the island, there’s not much else out there, besides the lighthouse, that hasn’t changed in 200 years.<\/p>\n The stone structure’s adaptation to changing times is a fascinating story. A whale oil, then coal oil lamp was electrified only in 1917 — and then changed to green in the 1940s to distinguish it from the modern lights of the city beyond. In its early days, the lighthouse was an icon of the city — the first and last sign of humanity to travellers, and a part of an early warning system (through flags flown from its top) of ships coming into town. Raised to its current height by more stone in the 1830s, and surrounded by barren land into the twentieth century, it is today invisible to the city through the trees of the island. It’s two room keeper’s cottage was joined by a two-storey house in the 1830s, then much later by a telegraph station.<\/p>\n Lighthouse homes, 1910 <\/em><\/p>\n At the end of the 1957 shipping season, the lighthouse was declared surplus by the federal Department of Transportation. The lamp was extinguished by Dedie Dodds, the last of a long line of lighthouse keepers who had helped form the nucleus of a growing island community. Threatened with demolition (what to do with a useless old stone lighthouse in the 1950s?), Gibraltar Point Lighthouse was transferred to the ownership of Metropolitan Toronto, who invested in its restoration. Then, in the 1960s, the former homes of the lighthouse keepers were demolished, and the surrounding land — once off limits to the public for reasons of security — was integrated into Toronto Island Park.<\/p>\n There it still sits today, an old stone lighthouse, cut off from the water and from much of its past, but still there to help us re-imagine a very different island, and a very different Toronto.<\/p>\n Head out there on Saturday July 5 to help celebrate its 200th birthday. Festivities begin at 11:00 am. <\/a><\/p>\n![](\"http:\/\/spacing.ca\/images\/feature-graphics\/feature-history-streets.gif\")
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