Our Own White House

By Jim Hagarty
Stratord, Ontario, Canada, two hours’ drive from Toronto, couldn’t be much farther removed from the U.S. Deep South. Nevertheless, for more than a hundred years, we have had our own “White House.” The man who owned the large, fairly standard brick home in the late 1800s, once toured the southern U.S. states. He was so impressed with the plantation mansions he saw, that he decided to replicate, with his own home in Canada, what had so fascinated him on his U.S. trip. So when he came back home, he set to work having large columns added to his house along with balconies and other signature features of the southern mansions. Other Stratford homes also sport tall columns but none so closely resembled the real White House in Washington. This house was painted white, top to bottom, which completed the look. Unfortunately, the home has fallen on a bit of hard times, it is badly in need of a re-painting. A headline in local newspaper suggested the house, in fact, might be torn down.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.