Walter Tovell is appointed Director. He had been a curator in the Department of Geology who developed new galleries and was an enthusiastic leader of fieldtrips for kids and grownups. He published books and guides on the geology of Niagara Falls, the Niagara escarpment, and the Great Lakes. He...
A birthday party with cake and balloons is also the chance to announce that the W. Garfield Weston Foundation, and Hilary and Galen Weston will each donate $20 million to Renaissance ROM.
This is ROMA, one of two rescue cats who were responsible for rodent control during the 60s. The Museum photographer posed her in the studio. Gladys Wong, a cleaner, brought them from Woodbine Racetrack and fed them as part of her job. They hung out next to the security officers' room in the...
Serious fundraising for galleries begins with a target of $40 million. The Royal Terrace Club is established for donors. (It became the Royal Patrons' Circle in 1999)
William Thorsell is appointed President and CEO. Soon follows the announcement of the most ambitious renovation yet. The Master Plan costing $200 million is called Renaissance ROM.
John McNeill is appointed Director. Coming to Toronto from a professorship in botany at the University of Ottawa, he has been the Associate Director, Curatorial.Here he speaks of his mandate.
Louise Hawley Stone leaves a $45 million trust fund to support the purchase of artifacts and specimens and to support museum publications.
There is just one complete study skeleton of the huge Brown Bear ( Ursus arctos - also known as the Grizzly or Kodiak bear) in the ROM's mammalogy collection. And I remember vividly when it arrived in 1965. I was a summer student in the ROM's Department of Entomology...
A major organisational change results in three streams: curatorial; education and communication; and administration and facilities. Finance Committee at Queen ‘s Park calls senior managers to explain cost overruns. The first 25 year service dinner is held and staff are presented with a lapel pin...
When I was a girl in Grade School, my parents allowed me to take the bus and streetcar, by myself, down to the Museum every Sunday afternoon. I guess the world seemed a safer place in those days. My first visit had been with my Brownie troop, little girls marching up and down the grand stairway,...