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New York Shitty Day Starter: From Green Street With Love
This fetching feline is named Spike and she has a nice pink collar. With spikes!
Miss Heather
From The Brooklyn Daily Eagle Archives & Beyond: Fireworks!
Yours truly has been hearing a lot of fireworks lately. In fact, I heard some being discharged one very short block away from the location of a two-alarm fire which came to pass recently. Clearly a lesson has not been learned. For better or for worse, dear readers, we Greenpointers love us some fireworks. This in and of itself would not be a problem if we could simply use them correctly. Without further ado here are a couple of items from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle archives for your Independence Day reading pleasure. We’ll start with a personal favorite of yours truly: the tale of one Uriah Hoare. Enjoy!
June 15, 1860
Those of you who are wondering (as I did) as to why Mr. Hoare was arrested on “suspicion”, I found the answer via an item from the New York Times’s “Brooklyn Intelligencer” section dating from the very same day! It is truly something special.
And of course, when playing with fire crackers it is highly advisable to keep said articles pointed away from one’s face. On June 30, 1902 a Sutton Street resident named James Connolly learned this lesson the hard way.
Have a fun— and safe— 4th of July Garden Spotters!
Miss Heather
Live From Green Street: FIRE!
Today has proven to be an eventful one for yours truly. First there was my sojourn around north ‘Point culminating in pointing out chicanery at 400 McGuinness Boulevard to an employee of the Department of Buildings and, as of fifteen minutes ago, it was doing a little grocery shopping only to discover a rather large fire on Green Street between Provost Street and McGuinness Boulevard. I have put out feelers to learn exactly what happened, but in the meantime I will share with you another account from another woman who happens to be named Heather!
She writes:
See attached photos. There are literally about 20 fire trucks and about 15 ambulances! Seems that they got it out, but there might be a lot of injuries. NUTS!!!
If anyone has the 411 on what happened please share via comments or email at missheather 9at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. Thanks!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Here We Go Again
That right folks: we’ll be kicking off the week with yet another film shoot commandeering a rather substantial part of north ‘Point. Those of you who live in any of the above-listed locations and own motor vehicles be advised they need to be moved by 10:00 p.m. this evening or New York’s Finest will do so for you!
Miss Heather
From The Brooklyn Daily Eagle Archives: I Just Want My Pants Back
Of all the curiosities to be found in the Garden Spot this item, which hails from 106 Clay Street, is by far yours truly favorite. It is not only an absolutely stunning hand-painted sign but it is also a reminder of the people who were here before us. A number of you, dear readers, may not be aware of this but at one time Greenpoint had a rather significant Jewish population. These individuals largely immigrated from Germany, Poland and as the above sign indicates: Russia. Regrettably, 106 Clay Street is probably the only vestige left of these peoples’ existence; when they moved on, they took their culture with them. To cite an example, where the C-Town now stands was once the site of a synagogue. There are others.
In the case of 106 Clay Street I have done research and have for the most part come up empty. The only information I could find was via the Department of Buildings: the first floor once housed a social club (which I think it is safe to presume was the Russian People’s Home of Greenpoint). On a lark I decided to run a search this afternoon (Hey, I’m not walking around in this weather!) for “Russian” and “Greenpoint”. Among the items I found was the tale of twelve Russian immigrants with a problem anyone in 21st century north Brooklyn can understand: bedbugs and purloined apparel. Without further ado here is “Dynamite” from the December 11, 1882 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
I love a happy ending!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Gooball Is Lost!
This item comes courtesy of my buddy Todd (and head of D.O.G.G.O. Ne.). If you have seen Gooball or know of his whereabouts please contact Heather (this is not me) at the above-listed telephone number. Thanks!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Green Street
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
Taken June 5, 2011.
Miss Heather
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