Intersection of Dufferin and St. Clair in Toronto at 10 p.m. Thursday night –
after a flood blew out the Dufferin St. tranformer station –
leaving 100,00 people without power –
in bitterly cold temperatures
Power has been returned to about three-quarters of those customers – leaving lots of people shivering tonight if they haven’t found alternate accomodations. I hope everybody’s ok.
Power outages in the winter bring back one of my favourite childhood memories. I lived in a small community on Scarborough Bluffs. Winter storms often left us cut off from the rest of the world because cars couldn’t get up the hill on the road that offered the only access and egress. When the power went out too, my parents would light up the fire in the living room fireplace and we lived in front of it for the duration.
Evenings were like camping out at home and indoors. They would heat water over the fire to make hot chocolate, tell stories and then zip my younger brother and me into one sleeping bag. We slept warm and toasty in front of the fire, listening to my parents chat away until they fell asleep on the floor beside us. I was always disappointed when the power went back on.
We were safe, of course, so that made it easier to enjoy the winter black-outs. Still, I think it reminded us of what we had lost by way of intimacy with the introduction of “power”.