Perhaps one of the most predictable sources of anxiety in the city building process, is when a beloved building is dropped to the ground in favour of some other use. A so-called higher and better use. This was never more true than for me and my family and the house I grew up in.
There were four houses. All identical mirror images of each other. They were homes for generations of professors at Pine Hill University. Known today as The Atlantic School of Theology. They were built in the mid 1800’s and were stellar examples of early Maritime architecture. A step up from the predictable salt-box. They were located on a quiet street in the south end and sat on a hill over-looking the northwest arm. It was the most magical playground you can imagine. They were known locally as ‘The Gray Ladies” and in addition to their academic heritage, it was also widely known that they served as make-shift hospitals following the Halifax Explosion in 1918.
We lived there until 1976 and then in the early 2000’s, learned that Pine Hill had sold the land behind the houses to a developer. The city was considering a redevelopment plan at the time that would have seen all four houses razed in order to accomodate a new road that would bisect them.
My brother and I got wind of this and started a campaign….from Toronto….to try to save them. Low and behold we were successful. Sort of.
The city agreed to redesign the road in more of a laneway configuration (which is not uncommon in that neighbourhood) and this allowed the houses to remain intact. The developer owned two of them and Pine Hill owned the other two. Kudos are due to the developer who converted their two houses into duplexes and did a terrific job on their restoration. The other two houses (ours and the Kriegers) went into a kind of limbo.
We later learned that a non-governmental agency had approached AST with a proposal to convert the two remaining houses into a single building designed to serve as a Hospice. Something the city was in dire need of.
Ultimately it was learned that they had no choice really but to raze the buildings due to structural inadequacy’. A term I know something about.
While over 150 years old, these buildings could never be repurposed for any use more demanding than family life. And even then, their continued existence was a problem as they were coated in layer upon layer of lead paint and by todays standards represented a most certain fire hazard.
When a friend sent the photo of our home being demolished I was greatly saddened. And yet in spite of this sadness, today I donated money to the organization responsible for the demolition of my beloved childhood home. Hospice Halifax.
I can’t think of a more poetic outcome.
These beautiful homes served the United Church of Canada as part of the Atlantic School of Theology and Pine Hill for generations. Many families, including ours, enjoyed the houses and their grounds. They weren’t just houses. They were houses that meant something culturally, aesthetically, spiritually and sentimentally. Yet I have no choice but to conclude that a hospice is not only the ‘highest and best use’ for this property, it is the only one that expresses the same kind of generosity and spirit of care that justified the existence of the original houses including the one I called home. It is a PERFECT re-imagining of this place.
To my friends and colleagues. Especially my Halifax based friends and colleagues, I would ask that you consider making a donation to this organization. I would ask that you help make this happen.
P U B L I C . R E A L M . A D V O C A T E 
A nice article. Thanks for giving voice to bittersweet aspects of an evolving urban fabric.
Paul, I just stumbled on this while noodling around the internet (as one does 🙂 I so much agree with your thought that the re-imagining of the site of two of the Pine Hill houses for the Hospice is actually perfect. My sister and I grew up in one of the two houses that remained standing, and I am very impressed with how our old house (# 600) was thoughtfully remodelled. Growing up at Pine Hill “back in the day” is an experience shared by a very lucky few. Thank you for sharing !
Chris Corston
Hi Chis. Thank you so much for reaching out! I remember your father vividly. I was only 7 when I first met him and the thing that sticks out the most was the fact that he prided himself on being the first person to swim in the Arm each spring. One year he invited me to join him and so there we were diving in off the Bilton pier. I have never been that cold. 🙂 I have such fond memories of that place.