BREAKING: A McCarren Park Land Grab?
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
I have received no less than two emails about this in ten minutes. M writes:
Stephanie Thayer’s “crew”Ā is taking down the fence around what she refers to as the renegade garden on the corner of Bayard and Lorimer this second. It has been there for over 10 years. It is beautiful. This is not right. Is there ANYTHING that you can think of for us to do?
Here’s another item Katherine Naplatarski was thoughtful enough to forward to me:
hey all,
just at the park. if anyone’s around today, sat., go talk to folks at red something-or-other garden in mcC at corner of bayard and lorimer- gina, walid. they should be there most of the day. steph ordered their fence taken down today by parks and for the boy scouts to plant in garden.
they have been there for 12 years and are really upset and angry.
that’s the short of it. they would appreciate help and the word spread.
I’m not against the Boy Scouts having a garden. But this is ridiculous— and begs a lot of questions:
- How did this get approved?
- Why weren’t the people behind this park notified?
- Why did the Parks Department elect to remove this fence on a Saturday?
- Why did the Parks Department elect to remove this fence when they knew a great many people— community activists foremost among them— would be attending the Visitor’s Center Opening at the Newtown Creek Waste Treatment Facility?
All in all, I think this stinks. BIG TIME. If you agree please call the peeps behind this garden: Gina at (646) 266-9526 or Walid at (212) 464-8096 and voice your support.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
UPDATE, April 25, 2010: I have been told the boy scouts were planting in this area for one day (as opposed to permanently). While I certainly do not object to this it still does not answer the question as to how this came pass without anyone seemingly knowing about it. I did and do find this very troubling.
UPDATE, April 26, 2010; 11:30 p.m.: Here is an email from Miss Mousey Brown (who shot the above photographs) which was sent to David Rivel, the Director of the City Parks Organization, various Parks Department Officials, and many, many more:
My point of view on The Red Gate Garden is fairly clear. If you refer to my flickr set of photos and description of what happened this past weekend one can see that I do have a bias towards the situation; and my reaction was of a regular neighbor, friend, and infrequent contributer to the garden. I have given them plants. They have given me plants. I allow them to come and wash up, or use the bathroom facilities at my business on the corner. I pick a few weeds, and ask plenty of questions about plants.
My business, Mousey Brown Salon ( est. in 1997 on Bedford Avenue), moved to the corner of Bayard and Lorimer st.
6 years ago, come June. I see everything that happens on that corner from about 9 am until as late as 11p, seven days a week. I know that the NYDS street sweeping truck, actually cleaned Lorimer’s gutter for the first time in a year last week.
I have seen the NYPD herd middle school children that want to hang out, and be teenagers being teenagers (some, but not all, of them extremely troublesome/dangerous); swiftly off the block, or onto city buses. It’s not the school’s job to worry about a kid from the school setting the tail light of one of my clients new car on fire. The fist fights are not anyone’s job to breakup. I am known to offer first aid or call 911, but that is about it. The Skateboard Park folks, that I am so happy to see having fun and getting exercise, have twice referred to me as the Band Aid Lady. Clearly, I have a bias to this corner of McCarren Park. It is from one that cares about it. I care about it’s safety. I care about it’s beauty, cleanliness, and usage.If, I had a dime for every public urination, a dollar for every noxious charcoal barbecuing (not legal btw), a nickel for every time I let a stranger use our bathroom (including all the concerts when the gates didn’t open until 7, and concert goers started showing up at 3)… well, I could have enough cash to pitch in to help preserve Red Gate Garden from the parks department.
There seems to be some concern that the garden is exclusionary. The wind fence that is in place to protect all the small closely planted flowers, vines, bushes, and trees from careless foot traffic. Even the Green Dome garden in the center of McCarren Park, which is absolutely viable as an award winning community garden within a city park, is locked at times. Why? Because there are three types of people. People that are careful and respect all things. People that make careless mistakes and have had a lapse in their sense of respecting their surroundings. And the people that do not care about any consequence to anything. It is why we have doors, and gates, and locks.That a few people have taken it upon themselves to sustain, cultivate, and protect a very small slice of a public park should be commended. If you have felt not welcome to engage in the garden, then I am sorry that you have felt excluded. That has been in no way the intent of it’s caretakers. In the 12 years that Gina and Walid have been the “gatekeepers” to the garden, not but a handful of us have shown interest in partaking in it. Sometimes a note complimenting the flowers, offering help is left on the fence. None has returned any call back to them to accept their offer to help. I am so angry of any suggestion that this is in any way a private garden. That is so far from the reality. Honestly, if you really know McCarren Park, how long do you think that the little plants coming up would survive, if there were no fence around it ?
If I were smart, I would leave it alone right there. I suppose I am not, because I want to know why the hell a person from the parks department thinks it’s okay to rip down the fence without notice. The same person that had a comm comm with their other employer, the tuesday before to discuss all the new ideas for McCarren Park. It is a dirty, illogical, and inconsiderate way to meet one’s needs. If, I had ever heard at a cb1 meeting, from an OSA (or any other civic group) comm comm , or even through the grapevine, that the garden was an “issue” then this wouldn’t be happening. It is.
My last incoming email on the topic from a reporter, suggested that according to his source with admin in McCarren Park,Ā is that this is all just a misunderstanding on behalf of Parks Dept and the garden.
I’ll say it is. How awkward. The upside is that is an opportunity for the community to express their feelings about it. Involved parties are fully aware that changes are on the horizon. I am thinking there will be lots more tenders to this small public oasis, and an appreciation of what it represents.
Oh yeah, it would appear this park was protected by a written agreement with the state and the city (NOTE: hit “control +” or “Apple +” to magnify). Whoops.
H
Photo Credits: Miss Mousey Brown. You can see her full demolition set by clicking here.
From The New York Shitty Inbox: North 12 Street Gets Lit
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2600 (who sent the above image) writes:
Vertuccio’s Pizza installed a neon sign today, next to their spy cam, right across from the Green Dome garden.Ā It is time for them to take both down and leave.
My knee jerk reaction to this (after cringing, that is) was to check the Department of Buildings to see if they has a permit for this sign. Sure enough, they do. What I found particularly intriguing was this passage in said permit:
Not knowing offhand about how big McCarren Park is, I decided to consult Google Maps. Vertuccio’s location (232 North 12 Street) is indicated with an “A”.
For those of you who are not in the know an acre is 43,560 square feet. Hmm…
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Manhattan Avenue Pastoral
From Save Rite Liquors at 907 Manhattan Avenue
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Ice Cream Truck Haiku
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Spring (among other things) is definitely in the air in north Brooklyn. The weather is pleasant. The Peeps have come to roost at Newtown Creek. And the ice cream trucks have awakened from their wintertime slumber to ply their trade. Much to other peeps dismay— and rage.
E writes: Dear Miss Heather,
I think of myself as a fairly rational and calm person.Ā I understand, of course, that introducing myself as such makes me automatically sound insane.Ā Nevertheless, I do think that I’m pretty laid back and non-confrontational in most respects.Ā Perhaps then you or your readers can share with me (1) why I feel compelled to purchase a stinger missile when the ice cream truck fires up its incessant midi file each Spring, and (2) how this can possibly be legal.Ā I seriously go from nice guy to raging asshole in a split second.Ā For the time being I have opted for a haiku instead of the aforementioned shoulder-fired weapon.
CAVEAT: I do not “get” the furor over ice cream trucks. This probably has to do with living on Clay Street back when it (and many of the people contained therein) were “hoppin”. Ice cream trucks would trawl my block at 11:00 p.m. Often later. I’ll leave the sundries they were offering to your imagination. Crack vials were common and no one in his (or her) right mind would ever attempt to get on the Pulaski Bridge via the stairwell on Ash Street. It was minefield laden with feces (canine and otherwise), used hypodermic needles, crack vials, homeless people and drug addicts. This is no longer the case.
I often wonder what happened to these people (and they were— are— human beings, first and foremost). On the other hand, I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that being able to use this stairwell is rather nice. Nonetheless it is a bittersweet pleasure: I suspect many of the people who once called the Pulaski their home are dead. As a (reluctant) white liberal I have grown to (reluctantly) accept I had (albeit unwittingly) some hand in this. Not knowing and/or simply not caring.
I have since learned empathy. I have come to understand that some things bother people more than others. While ice cream trucks may not bother me, they bother others hereabouts. A LOT. For this reason I decided a little film footage should accompany E’s haiku. When I walked around McCarren Park yesterday afternoon I could not find a single ice cream truck. Just a lot of 20-somethings and nannies with strollers— which I found infinitely more irritating. I’ll take a dorky jingle from an ice cream truck— over and over— before listening to a toddler (or dozen) shriek.
If I wanted to hear this shit I would have children instead of cats.
I thought to myself. Then I had an epiphany:
My screaming toddler aversion is another person’s ice cream truck hatred. Both are annoying. Both are things we could just as well do without.
Ice cream trucks fall within the letter of the law, alas wailing children don’t. That’s life for you: it fucks you coming and going. It’s best to just roll with it and have a good time. And roll I did. Without further ado, here it is: Ice Cream Truck Haiku with a little (if muted) musical accompaniment.
If any of you, dear readers, are bothered by ice cream trucks (or other noise problems) please follow the protocol I have already outlined. Call 311, file a complaint, get a complaint number and forward everything to:
- Community Board 1 (I go into more detail about how to go about this here)
- Our City Councilman: Steve Levin
- Our State Assemblyman: Joseph Lentol
- The Department of Environmental Protection (which handles noise “pollution”)
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post is dedicated to the New York Post. For obvious reasons.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Like Father, Like Son
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This photo was taken at (where else?) McCarren Park and comes courtesy of Fake Hipster. Nice capture!
Miss Heather
Greenburg Photos Du Jour: More Snow Creature Selections
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Noble Street
Banker Street
McCarren Park
As coincidence would have it I found a also found the latter most in my inbox when I arrived home. Ed writes:
Hey Miss Heather,
Longtime reader here. Keep up the good work. Found some hipsters hard at work and they made this fella. People think he looks Polish. Hope the creators read your blog to get credit for this.
You and me both, Ed. It is quite the masterpiece!
Miss Heather
From The New York Times: Vindication…
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(Or at least proof)
The ‘Burgificaction’ of McCarren Park pisses me off in a big, BIG way. I was reminded of this yesterday. So as to clear up any confusion as to the provenance of the McCarren Park Pool I offer you this: an article from the August 1, 1936 edition of the New York Times. Our city’s ostensible newspaper of record.
Political bosses in Brooklyn are a dime a dozen. History (thankfully) forgets most of them— but not theĀ “Prince of Garden Spot of The World” AKA: Peter J. McGuinness! A well known (if reviled) thoroughfare hereabouts bears his name. If it wasn’t for Mr. McGuinness’s chicanery, political savvy* and charm Williamsburgers wouldn’t have a pool in which to party (or piss).
In, I repeat,
Greenpoint
Miss Heather
P.S.: How can you not love a guy who says this (about a brief sojourn in “the south”):
I don’t like that Jim Crow they got or their goddam white crow either.
*His career survived the Seabury hearings.
Greenpoint Audio/Visual Presentation Du Jour: Miss Heather Explains The Difference Between Greenpoint & Williamsburg
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Today was a red letter one for yours truly. Not only did I have the sheer luck of meeting a very nice lady who makes her own mead (and offered to make some for yours truly— totally free— if I provide her the honey) but I had lunch and some long overdue “catch-up” time with a buddy of mine. He’s a really funny and witty chap, that Tony. After we completed our meal at Kestane Kebab we went for a little walk. As luck would have it we encountered a tour group at the intersection of Union and Driggs Avenue. We decided to hang around a spell and see what’s up. The guide, noticing my rapt interest (and in all likelihood my ensemble of pink sweats, pink hoodie, pink sunglasses, pink sneakers and signature Chococat hat), started quizzing me about what constitutes Greenpoint versus Williamsburg. Hilarity ensues. (NOTE/CAVEAT: It was pretty windy out so you’ll need to crank up the volume a bit. Take my word for it: it’s worth it.)
Special thanks go out to Tony (who I would like to mention has started a blog of his own) for having the presence of mind to record this exchange. And oh yeah— it was pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Seidenstein. I like the way you think!
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: The McCarren Witch Project
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Taken February 14, 2010.
Miss Heather
McCarren Park Photo Du Jour: SNOW TITS!
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Taken February 11, 2010.
Miss Heather
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