PHOTOGRAPHS & RANDOM MEMORIES
Stephen Charles Pullin aka Peter Christopher Turcott
Until I can sort things, here are some random photos. It’s going to be scattered and all over the place but in a way, maybe that’s fitting. There are a lot of photographs and it will take time for me to get them posted but I’ll do my best to get as many of them on the site as I can.
If you have information (details and dates) about specific photos or any thoughts about them, please feel free to contact me. And if you have photos of your own of him to contribute, please send a scan or pic of them my way so that I add them to this collection. Thank you for visiting. - amber dawn
This page was last updated: 06 January 2025 @ 6:50am EST
I don’t have a date for this photo but I remember him telling me something about a cabin and something to do with Aunt Sue and others there. I love this photo though.
The next door neighbour’s yard I loved so much when I was a young girl being raised alone by The Dad on Edward Street in St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
“but there never seems to be enough time / to do the things you want to do once you find them”
This was on that one family road trip that Dad, his ex-wife Linda and step-son Greg and I went on.
[Black Creek Pioneer Village]
Dad with his camping gear in the yard at 50 Pearl Street where his Mom lived, my Granny Pullin, in St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
circa 1978? 79?
The meeting of Steve Pullin
a letter from Terry Janssens to Amber Dawn Pullin, handwritten 12th of February, 2022. (received: 16 February 2022)
Stephen Charles Pullin was a Millwright.
Dad and his Mom. She was also his best friend, he told me.
I told him how lucky he was to have a mom who loved him that much.
Gord C. Pullin
My Dad’s parents, Gord and Dorothy Pullin.
My Dad was drawn to various things throughout his life path, sometimes not knowing why, but he connected to people through it and it was part of his search, even if subconsciously, to find his family.
Sammie (Mary Lou) with my Dad. Photos taken by sidekick Laurel.
Dad and Laurel
on a Toronto camping trip circa 1998 maybe 1999
“Steve was the crotchety old coot and Laurel Winship was the vivacious sidekick.”
Dad and Laurel
Dad and his (maternal) birth family.
Uncle Mike, Aunt Vera and my Dad, date / place unknown by me, photo taken by Laurel.
15 February 2022, convo with The Great One, his birth family side, Dad’s Aunt Vera.
Below: YouTube video of Dad speaking to birth family first time (his brother Mike) on 01 March 2015: The first time the two brothers spoke to one another after finding the family my Dad was originally birthed from. I was part of the call recording for support of my Dad but left it so they could privately continue their talking. They spoke even recently in the weeks leading up to the brother's death in May 2021.
Emerald Lake
email from Vern: “I'm so sorry to hear about your dad's passing. This is a picture from 2017 when he came up to Emerald lake. On either side of him are my mom Vera and my brother Eber. Mike is sitting down, his son Matthew is beside him and I (Vern) am on the end.
It was a wonderful time that we got to spend with him, we were hoping it would be an annual thing before COVID came along.” (16 February 2022)
03 July 2005, daytripping with Dad and Laurel. Laurel has a photo of him with the bear too.
There was so much stuff! 03 July 2005
03 July 2005. My dad and the Fujifilm FinePix A205 camera. He bought us both the camera with a bag and rechargeable batteries. I didn’t expect him to take a photo of me. I am thankful to have these pictures of him. To see his rings on, his hat. His obituary was posted online the day I am posting these photos and I am feeling very thankful for these photos.
My Dad at his apartment in Glencoe, Ontario (the first time around). At the time, he also owned the house in St. Thomas, ON on Edward Street and rented it to a tenant. My Dad used to cook food for me and pass it to me through the front windows of the building. We also used walkie-talkies to communicate.
Laurel at Stephen’s housewarming gathering. I noticed the ‘Wingfield Farm’ vhs and I remember how much he enjoyed those plays. We even went to see one at Straftord! Good memories. (http://www.wingfieldfarm.ca)
These photos are from when Dad lived on McKellar Street the first time. He was recently moved in and having a housewarming for it. I took these photos. I was already renting a 1 bedroom in the same building - my first apartment - and my Dad lived in this 2 bedroom apartment until he bought the house on Currie Street. This is where he ended up at the end of his much too short life. He told me he liked it because of memories of Granny Pullin (his Mom) visiting him.
Currie Street. Glencoe, Ontario, Canada. 03 June 2007.
07 June 2007, Glencoe, Ontario, Canada.
Glencoe, Ontario, 25 September 2004
01 October 2004, Train Yard near Port Stanley, Ontario. That was the van that Laurel drove and in which they went on many adventures.
Dad and I took photos of the trains but also of each other. 01 October 2004. He’s using his first digital camera. We both had the same one.
Dad, passenger side. Talking to Laurel. Wearing his hat. 01 October 2004.
July 1st Long Weekend, 2007 (30 June 2007): Trip with Ada and Scott McCormick to a Cottage in Owen Sound, Ontario
