Break On Through To The Other Side!
I have been doing a lot of research regarding Het Dorp and Peter Cooper’s glue factory of late (for a future post— stay tuned). Just when I thought I found what I was looking for my Internets upchucked and I (not having bookmarked anything) had to start all over again. It is by happy accident I found this gem via the Brooklyn Daily Eagle online archives. It dates from August 18, 1893 and involves man going where no man in his right mind would go: Newtown Creek. Unless of course, said person was totally blitzed. And naked. Thankfully the local constabulary was on the job.
If ever I was able to do a “scratch and sniff” blog post, this would be the one. Mr. Cassidy, after frolicking au naturel through the bucolic splendor that was (and is) Newtown Creek and kicking it at the local glue factory, undoubtedly picked an olfactory signature that was very difficult to ignore. I would hazard to guess Mr. Cassidy’s cell mates (god rest their souls) would agree.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Frigid
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Berry Street.
Miss Heather
Fed Up On Roebling
Today I received the above (and quite wonderful) submission from a reader called madboyelroy. He writes:
…roebling between grand and metropolitan is a war zone of crap. they even bag it and drop it on the sidewalk. these guys clearly are FED up and done with this shit… literally…
My advice to any and all of you who happen to live in this area and have a canine companion: do the right thing and dispose of your doggie dumplings properly. If common courtesy is not a sufficient motivator, consider your own self-preservation. It is very clear these guys (or gals) mean business.
Miss Heather
Brooklyn Photo du Jour: Who Loves You, Baby?
If this image (courtesy of Google Maps) is any indication, Brooklyn does! I happened upon this missive as I was fact-checking my post about Het Dorp. It is located at Morgan Avenue and Withers Street and really brightened up my day. I hope it does the same for you!
Miss Heather
Het Dorp: A Virtual Tour of Bushwick Green
Thanks to my new (or would that be not-so-new) copy of History of Kings County Including Brooklyn, N.Y. I embarked on a little walking tour last weekend. My guide was the hybrid “map” depicted above. The map in white indicates the layout of “Het Dorp” or in English, “Bushwick Green”. The satellite map underneath of it comes courtesy of Google. As you can see, Bushwick Green was not in what we call “Bushwick” today. It was, in fact, located very close to Cooper Park. Here’s a brief introduction from the (rabidly anti-Dutch) History of Kings County:
The remains of ancient Bushwick, says Newtown Antiquary, Mr. Wm. O’Gorman, “cluster around the Dutch Reformed Church on the confines of North Second (now Metropolitan Avenue— Ed. Note) and Humboldt Streets, Brooklyn, E.D., where the animosity of Governor Stuyvesant planted them in 1661, to gratify his hatred against the English Kills of Newtown. On March 14th, 1661, he probably emerged from the old Conselyea House on Humboldt Street— irascible old man that he was— supporting a heavy dinner on his historic wooden leg, rather unsteadied from heavy lager, and pronounced and christened the new village ‘BOSWIJCK’, which the moderns have made Bushwick, the Low Dutch name for ‘heavy woods’…”
If you click on the above map you will be directed to my Flickr page where you can check out what I found as I walked through what was once “Bushwick Green”. Follows are brief descriptions of the landmarks (all culled from History of Kings County and long gone) to guide you on this virtual tour. Enjoy!
1. Bushwick Church: The old Bushwick Church was an octagonal edifice, standing on the site of, and facing the same way as the present one… The wrinkled and homely old one story town-house, and the school-house on the opposite side of the Wood-point road, which leads from the church to a point in the woods on the meadows, neat Van Cott and Meeker Avenues… In 1840 the old church was replaced by the present edifice. In 1846 Maspeth Avenue was opened to Newtown, and several houses erected upon it, this side of the creek.
2. Town-House: The old town-house (the settlement’s “seat of justice” — Ed. Note) yet stands and around it centre the memories of the ancient, civil, ecclesiastical and educational glories of Bushwick. In front of it (or more probably of its predecessor), contumacious John of Lyden was exposed to the public gaze, ignominiously tied to a stake, with a bridle in his mouth, and a bundle of rods under his arm and a label on his breast, stating he was a writer of lampoons, etc. Here, too, a thief was once punished by being made to stand under a gallows, with a rope around his neck and an empty scabbard in his hand; and here, saddest sight of all, a venerable clergyman of the town, who had incautiously married a couple without observing the formalities demanded by the law, was condemned to flogging and banishment; a sentence which his gray hairs, was commuted to that of exile form the town.
3. School House: The school house which stood near was occupied by a district school until within a few years past (1884 — Ed. Note)— latterly under the charge of the Board of Education.
4. & 5. De Voe Houses: From the old burial ground, and looking along the old Woodpoint road, the two venerable De Voe houses might be seen, standing (on either side of the old road) between Parker and Bennet Streets, near De Bevoise avenue.
6. Conselyea Houses: The venerable homestead of the Conselyea family stands angle-ways to Humboldt Street; with its front looking, as of yore, on old Bushwick Church, its rear to Jackson Street. It is worth a visit. Part of the building has been lately cut away. The last occupant of the name was “Aunt Katty”, widow of Andrew J. Conselyea. She died in 1873, and the family of Conselyea departed with her coffin through the old portals of the homestead never to return. A write of the day this describes the rooms left vacant: ‘The window sills are of sufficient capacity to seat three men comfortable, and are each one foot in depth; the window sashes are the same as were originally placed there, with nine small 6×7 panes of glass in each sash. The ceiling of this room is particularly worthy of notice. It is supported by five ponderous beams that measure 14 1/2×7 1/2 inches in thickness, and are twenty feet long. They are painted brown, and give the room a rather gloomy appearance… The old cupboard of 150 years ago was removed to Jamaica, and is now preserved in the house of John Conselyea, of that town ship; it was and is yet an ornamental piece of furniture.’
7. Old Bushwick Graveyard: In the sight of the church, and covering the present junction of Parker (Withers) Street and Kingsland Avenue, was the ancient graveyard of the original Dutch settlement, for many years unused and its few remaining monuments neglected, broken and almost undecipherable. In 1879 Isaac De Bevoise, grandson of Isaac, who here was buried, undertook the pious duty of removing such remains as were left. He collected seven large casket-boxes of bones, whose identification was impossible; besides a few remains which were identified by neither coffin-plates or headstone. He estimated them at 250 skeletons, and he remarked that all had sound teeth— save the one tooth which was used to hold the Dutch pipe. If you are wondering where these remains were re-interred, they are under the old church (in other words, the middle on Conselyea Street).
If you have the time this weekend, why not check out “Het Dorp” yourself? Unlike Greenpoint, there is still quite a bit of “green” there to be found!
Miss Heather
Red Shed Garden
Filed under: 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg
I have walked by this community garden (which is located just across Kingsland Avenue from the Greenpoint Hospital) many times. This weekend, however, I was lucky enough to swing by while their volunteers were busy beautifying north Brooklyn. They were also kind enough to let me come in and take some pictures. My complete set can be found over at Flickr. Here are a few highlights.
I’m not too sure what this chap, the littlest volunteer at the Red Shed Garden, was doing. But whatever it was it required the use of a plastic baseball bat. Doing a spot of weeding, perhaps?
The work these people have done is really impressive. I for one loved the use of a wheelbarrow as a planter.
This is the beginners’ garden. Interesting Garden Spot Fact: the land currently occupied by Mary D’s Housing For Seniors on Eagle Street used to be a community garden. When Mary D’s was built it was promised there would be a community garden on the premises. There isn’t one. The garden you see on Eagle Street is for Mary D’s residents only.
Here’s a nice shot with the old Greenpoint Hospital in the background.
And of course what would a post about the Red Shed Garden be without featuring its namesake? Anyone who is interested in volunteering at this beautiful oasis nestled in the heart of uglyass condoville should contact the folks at Red Shed via their brand-spanking new web site.
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photo du Jour: Kingsland Avenue
This is without argument the best alternative use of those freebie newspaper dispensers (which are blighting my neighborhood at an alarming rate) I have ever seen.
Miss Heather
The Rat King Speaks?
This weekend I was given a fan-fucking-tastic gift.
Anne Kansfield (of the Greenpoint Reformed Church) found this at a yard sale and picked it up for me. As you can imagine, I have been poring over this book like a maniac. I have even cooked up a little project to publish on New York Shitty using one of the maps in this rather substantial tome. Part of this project required I go to the area around Cooper Park. Greenpoint, Williamsburg, Bushwick, Greenwick —whatever you want to call it— I was there yesterday afternoon. And on a lark I decided to check in on the Rat King’s house.
I was rather surprised to see that his humble abode has not been razed to the ground. I noticed a missive scrawled out on the fence in felt tip marker. Intrigued, I went in for a closer look.
Yes sir, not even the Department of Buildings can keep a good man (or his house) down.
I suspect we have not heard the last of the Rat King.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo du Jour: Metropolitan Avenue
The woman in the above photograph does not look too happy. In fact, a great number of people (save these ladies) I saw waiting for the G train this weekend looked less than satisfied by the service being provided. One even made his (or her) discontent known in writing.
Contrary to popular belief, the “G” in G train does not stand for “ghost“. It stands for “Go fuck yourself“. Whether or not this missive is directed to patrons or the MTA is simply a matter of perspective.
Miss Heather
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