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Bruce the Moose - followup post #1


Here's a followup to the first Bruce The Moose post.


I've scanned three photographs taken by Little Sister back in 1996 at Waterloo Town Square. They're over in Flickr. (One, two, three.)


Email is out to the Square's management asking for more information.


I came up empty trying to track down the Chatham mall. The mall's been demolished, so that'll be touch.


A search of the Newmarket Era-Banner's online archives through the Newmarket Public Library came up nil for Bruce The Moose.


I've posted queries on two Newmarket and Chatham message boards seeking information.


A possible hypothesis so far is that there was only ever *one* Bruce setup -- first at Upper Canada Mall in the early 1980s, then on to Chatham, and ultimately on to Waterloo. Bruce's origins, history and ultimate fate are still unknown.


But at least we now have a picture. Mind you, these pictures don't give you any sense of scale, movement or sound.... but it's a start!


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  1. I saw your Bruce the Moose pictures on Flickr which led me here, but I doubt you'll hear anything useful from the Waterloo Town Square staff. It's gone through a lot of changes, including ownership I believe since those pictures were taken. Half the mall was torn down and replaced with new buildings, the Zehrs is now a Valu-mart. There's a report on it here but I'll ask my wife who works there now whether she remembers ever seeing Bruce the Moose.

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  2. http://www.howardsandydesigns.com/bruce%20the%20moose.htm

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  3. We had a Bruce the moose in St. Albert I've been trying to track him down as well.

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