Acquired: early to mid 1980’s
I know I’m dating myself, but I can remember when it used to cost only 10 cents to ride the TTC (for kids, anyway.) According to this “fascinating” report on the history of transit fares, (and I mean “fascinating” in the most dripping-with-sarcasm way possible…) a child’s fare was 10 cents from 1973-1981, at which point it was doubled to a whopping 20 cents. I still have memories of my grandmother handing me a shiny dime to put in the collection box on our way to go shopping at Bloor West Village, where all the other Ukrainians went (and still go.)
Later on, I used to take the bus everyday to & from high school – hence my collection of unused tickets from various eras. But actually, I’m struggling to find much else to say about them. I think I really just kept them because they kept changing the colours every so often, and I knew I might never see the old ones again once they were discontinued. I think it’s an example of what the Significant Objects Project would categorize as a “Fossil” – an object bearing witness to a vanished way of life, or a childhood. They don’t mean that much to me really, but looking at them does take me back. So I suppose I’ll hang on to them for now. They do, after all, say “valid until further notice” – and nobody has ever notified me yet.