Thank you for the nice comments. It is wonderful for me to look back and recall those days.
There wasn't much money to spare and we had to make do with what we had. There was an undertaker who was a member of Jarvis St. Baptist Church. He collected unwanted shoes, suits, shirts and ties and brought them to the seminary. It was like shopping at the best shops in Toronto and everything was cleaned and free. Sometimes the suits didn't quite fit, but that was ok.
Another member bought tickets for students to attend the annual presentation of Handel's Messiah. We could also take a friend with us.
Meals were provided in the church kitchen and all we had to do was wash dishes after the meals. No meals on Sundays, for obvious reasons. Some students, without preaching engagements, waited after church for an invite to lunch and later dinner. We seldom went without; God did provide for us, literally.
The standard dress for morning services back then was striped trousers and tails. I rode a motorbike to my church, provided by another church member. I would tuck the tails in my trousers and off I would go. One Sunday I was late arriving, parked my bike and rushed indoors for the service. It was a fine service and everyone seemed extra jolly.
After the service I went out to my bike and then realized I had forgotten to pull my tails out of my trousers! Not one member said dickaboo, but I never did that again.
Student life was not all Bible, theology and church history. There were a lot of personal trials and funny incidents, and I thought I would share some with you.
Cheers, and bless,
Jim