Janet Carding describes what next year can mean to the role of the ROM in Toronto.
I've always considered the Royal Ontario Museum a "home away from home". When I was very young in the 1930's, my uncle, Eric McDougall, who was an assistant in the "stuffed animal" (as I knew it then) gallery on the third floor, would bring me there each year to watch...
At the groundbreaking for the crystal, Hilary Weston and Michael Lee Chin get to drive the shovel.
The ROM is fortunate that Sir Edmund Walker believed in a museum for Toronto that would be both academic and public. He was able to gather all the stakeholders together so that the initial funding would be 50:50 government and university. As President of the Canadian Bank of Commerce, as well as...
Our front desk staff are both welcoming and long-serving. Estrella Trojman recalls that once some Argentinian visitors came up to her. “Our friends in Argentina told us to go to the ROM when we were in Toronto and ask for Estrella, who speaks Spanish”.
Robert Taylor and the ROM My first contact with the ROM was in 1948 when our grade 4 class from Coleman Avenue School took the Bloor streetcar along the Danforth to Avenue Road and across to the museum. We were in awe of the magnitude of the building itself as we trundled up the concrete steps...
Staff, volunteers, workers, and the architect sign the last steel beam to be put in place.
My first experience with the ROM was in the mid 60’s when my brother and I participated in the Saturday Morning Club. What is interesting is I have no recollection of adults being part of our experience. I remember having free rein of the museum galleries and it being simply great. Now.. I...
The founders of this new initiative had in mind exhibits of photography, but the mandate evolved. Shows were mounted once a year. One early show depicted and analysed teenage tribes. Over the years, the mission has grown to encompass innovative exhibits and public events tackling living societies...
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,...