Since we had a cottage nearby on Lake Simcoe, I went to many movies here:
And on the way to the cottage, we passed by this place:
… This place was where my mother always threatened to send me to if I didn’t behave. There are photos on that page of what it looked like after it was abandoned, but still standing. It has since been demolished. After it was closed, a lot of stories came out about how its inmates (all teen and preteen boys) were sexually and physically abused by staff.
Finally, I couldn’t find anything about it, but the Whitehouse Restaurant, near that cottage. We kids would pass by it, on our way to the store to buy candy. It was a working restaurant, until it closed one day. Okay, but the closure was sudden.
In other words, you could look in the windows, see tables set with red and white checkered tablecloths, silverware, ashtrays, coffee cups, salt and pepper shakers, and so on. A Pepsi fountain was behind the counter. It was clean as a whistle … and yet it never opened again.
For at least fifteen years, it remained the same. The red in the tablecloths faded from the sunshine through the windows. The “Burger Special” sign on the wall (“Hamburger with everything and French Fries, only 25c”) remained, at a time when a Big Mac by itself cost $1. The Pepsi logo had changed from how it was on the soda fountain.
The Whitehouse Restaurant was a snapshot in time, of what a 1965 diner looked like, up until 1980 or so, when the building was repurposed. The new owner tried a different business, did not succeed, and the building is now demolished. But I still remember, as a child, looking in the windows, and seeing perfect place settings on faded tablecloths, waiting for guests who would never come.