Housa' Zonk! 1070 Highland Rd. West, Kitchener, Ont, N2G 3W7 (519) 578-2304. Remember this place It's damp and it's cold It's the best place on earth But it's dark and it's old - The Pogues

I have quite a few pictures of the house and some of it's people. There are lots more in my albums yet to be scanned. These are in three forms: thumbnails, larger pictures suitable for looking at, and really big pictures you might prefer to download. There used to be text with the pictures. I've decide to get ex-Zonkers tell their own stories but I'll fill in some of the stories.

The house had 17 rooms (including several in the basement). On Sunday, May 21, 1989 (May 2-4 weekend as it's known in Canada) Zonk had been a Hippie stronghold for 21 years and was a prelude to a series of "the absolutely last year of Zonk" parties that went on for at least three years.

If anyone from HOZ wants to add pages I can arrange an account on this server for uploading new stories.

If you get a chance see Zonk: The Movie by Glendy Gall and Greg Reilly. A highbrow look at the quaint country ways of the house just before it fell into the abyss.

Floatin' along on a Belladonna Cloud
Singin' Euphoria!

Pictures: (Hot Spiders From Chicken Strangling Truths)

The pictures can be expanded by right clicking on them in some browsers. To get to the next size picture click on the thumbnail picture. Thumbnails are about 6K, the middle sized pictures are around 20K, and the largest are between 60K and 100K.

Back Kitchen with Laura. Apart from having several bathrooms there were two full kitchens. This one had a dumb-waiter and it's own staircase to the basement larder. BIG	The BathRoom (scary, eh) The bathroom was painted in "hurry up and get out" colours usually reserved for McDoogies restaurant by Chris & Edd. Behind the door a pair of legs were suspended from the ceiling. They would gently sway in the corner of your eye when the door was closed. A favourite freakyness at parties. "Drew, stop torturing the guests!" BIG	Piles of Dead (low) Tech. Much of this accumulated on the side porch and in the back yard. A "railroad" was built from a sawed off shopping cart and decrepit tin roof pieces to haul this to the back of the shed. you're just a half stoned cowboy who fell on his ass in the middle of the rodeo like a half stoned cowboy buying hash and acid for people you don't even know and you wonder where the money goes. BIG
Edd, Artist, Discographer & Zonk Holyman. BIG	The Kitchen. Much was drunk, smoked, spilled, and eaten at the table that could sit ten people. The ceiling had been painted by Edd twice (three times if you count him overpainting it white once in a fit of strangeness). Edd had painted several ceilings in Kitchener - always wonderful to stare at. "Lovely Melita, Filter Made. How could I live without you?" BIG	Edd & his KWAG show BIG
Papal Visit Specials "Oh me, Oh lordy my, please praise god I'm comin' down." BIG	Cleaning the Pipes. The kitchen pipes snaked from the big wood stove to the chimmey over a distance of 20' (flat). The creosote buildup requied frequent cleaning. Every so often we'd bring them out, light newspaper in the bottom and "light the torch" producing a large jet & lots of smoke. "How pale the charlottes of our youth." BIG	The side porch BIG
Potato God BIG	A house that Rick built. BIG

There were a few oddities when I lived there. There used to be central steam heat fired up by a giant coal furnace with it's own willful automatic auger. That failed at some point and everyone heated their own rooms with whatever they could - kerosene, woodstoves, electric heat, nothing. Beds were usually about 4' or more off the floor, helping to keep warm at night.

There was usually a cake pan of dope on the kitchen table, sometimes with papers for those who needed "une jointe."

The author would like to make a few things clear: Disclaimer: The descriptions and photographs are my own and the people represented are entirely ficticious and none of this ever happened. How could it anyway? Nobody lives like this, right?

An infinite number of beers in the box
An infinite number of beers.
Take one out and pass it about
An inifinite number of beers in the box.
- from a traditional (yet lusty) Canadian lullaby, sung on May 2-4 weekend.

BTW: Does anyone have information (pics, stories) from HOE (aka Heaven on Earth)? It was the old schoolhouse down the lane from Zonk.