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May 20, 2013
Fabled 42nd Street has long epitomized New York’s bright lights, glamour, and energy.
But not the 42nd Street at the turn of the last century, as this circa-1900 photo, from New York Then and Now, demonstrates.

That year, the midtown block of 42nd Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenues was a still-residential stretch of muddy Belgian blocks, a single gas lamp, and horse-pulled streetcars.
“The horsecars were run by the 42nd Street, Manhattanville and St. Nicholas Avenue Railway as a crosstown line between the Weehawken ferries at the west terminal and the Hunters Point Ferry to Long Island City at the east end,” the caption tells us.
The church on the right is the West Presbyterian Church, and the el tracks on the left won’t be torn down until the 1930s.

By 1974, almost nothing remains, and West 42nd Street looks much more familiar to contemporary eyes.
“The building with the curved front is the Grace Building, built 1970-1972 on the site of Stern Brothers Department Store, which stood here from 1913 to 1969, having previously operated on West 34th Street for 36 years,” reads the caption.

Today, 42nd Street looking toward Sixth Avenue reveals more glass office buildings, a replica of an old street lamp, plus many of the same buildings from 1974—such as the Grace Building and the Gothic-like entrance to 11 West 42nd Street.
It’s not in the photo, but I imagine Bryant Park, which would be on the left, looks very different—this park had a bad reputation until the 1980s.
No one was taking there lunch break or watching movies on the lawn then!
Tags:42nd Street then and now, Bryant Park old photos, Grace Building NYC, horsecars in New York City, midtown New York in 1900, New York in 1900, New York street, old 42nd Street, Sixth Avenue El station, Stern Brothers department store NYC
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December 8, 2012
New York is a city of enchanting water fountains. Some of the most beautiful were intended for horses, thousands of which packed the streets daily for three centuries, doing the labor needed to build the city.

All these horses needed places to rehydrate, like the Hamilton Fountain at Riverside Drive and 76th Street. Funds to build the fountain were bequeathed to the city by Alexander Hamilton’s great-grandson, a rich property owner, who died in 1890.
“Crafted from Tennessee marble, the lavishly carved fountain, composed of separate masonry units, is surmounted by an eagle with wings spread, beneath which are decorative motifs, a coat of arms, a dolphins’ head spray feature, a shell-shaped spill basin, and a larger foliate catch basin,” writes the New York City Parks and Recreation Department.
“Created for ‘man and beast,’ the fountain was evidently intended primarily as a drinking fountain for horses, and was erected during an era when the streets of Manhattan were frequented by thousands of horses on a daily basis.”
Horses working uptown in Washington Heights could get a long drink from the Hooper Fountain, at 155th Street and Edgecombe Avenue.
When businessman John Hooper died in 1889, his will indicted that two fountains should be built “whereat man and beast can drink,” the Parks Department website states.

A trough constructed in Bedford-Stuyvesant disappeared long ago. Yet this 1894 beauty survives; it “consists of a large round horse trough, carved pedestal drinking fountain, and a central Ionic column topped by an ornamental globe-shaped lantern.”
At the back is a drinking fountain meant for humans (no spout; it might be the kind that had a communal metal cup attached to it that everyone had to share!)
Even better, on the bottom on both sides are dog fountains, a nice touch that could accommodate today’s canine-obsessed city.
Here are a few other old horse troughs around Manhattan, one in Central Park and another hiding in the East 50s.
Tags:Dog water fountains NYC, fountains for horses in New York, Hamilton Fountain Riverside Drive, Hooper Fountain Edgecombe Avenue, Hooper Fountain Washington Heights, Horse drinking fountains NYC, horse troughs New York City, Riverside Drive horse fountain
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March 12, 2012
Dimly lit, very smoky, and smelling like cheap beer, Blarney Stones used to be all over New York City—hideaways for working men who wanted to drink, and maybe catch a ball game and have a corned beef sandwich.
They were the brainchild of Irish immigrant Daniel Flanagan, whose first Blarney Stone opened on Third Avenue and 44th Street in 1952.
“Mr. Flanagan would generally bring in a new partner in each bar and grill, share in the development, and then move on to another,” reported The New York Times in Flanagan’s 1991 obituary. “At his death, he was directly involved in the ownership and management of three Blarney Stone restaurants.”
At one time, there were 34 Blarney Stones in Manhattan, according to this AMNY article.
“Generally blue-collar, working man’s bars, the Blarneys were known for their traditional Irish food, cheap prices and tight-knit community,” writes Tim Herrera. “Most patrons were tradesmen, and few women entered.”
“But as the leases on the original Stones ended in the 1980s and ’90s, the owners sold them off, and today there are about five left in the city,” he adds.
This one, on Ninth Avenue in the 20s, appears to be going strong, as is the Blarney Stone on Eighth Avenue near Madison Square Garden, sporting the neon sign at the top.
And a few of its imitators—Blarney Cove on East 14th Street, I’m looking at you—are also still pulling in drinkers.
Tags:bars near Madison Square Garden, Blarney Cove 14th Street, Blarney Stone bars, Blarney Stone NYC, famous bars NYC, History of Blarney Stone bars, Irish pubs in New York City, New York City bars
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November 21, 2011
As many New Yorkers know, the Marx Brothers, including Adolph “Harpo” Marx, grew up in a crowded tenement at 179 East 93rd Street, off Third Avenue.
That’s in upscale Carnegie Hill today. But in the 1890s, during Harpo’s childhood, it was “a small Jewish neighborhood squeezed in between the Irish to the north and the Germans to the South in Yorkville,” he writes in 1961′s Harpo Speaks…About New York.
His recollections offer a glimpse into life as a poor Manhattan street kid circa 1900, when ethnic background determined everything.
“If you were caught trying to sneak through a foreign block, the first thing the Irishers or Germans would ask was “Hey kid! What Streeter?” he recalls. “I learned it saved time and trouble to tell the truth. I was a 93rd Streeter, I would confess.”
“The worst thing you could do was run from Other Streeters. But if you didn’t have anything to fork over for ransom you were just dead.”
“I learned never to leave my block without some kind of boodle in my pocket—a dead tennis ball, an empty thread spool, a penny, anything.”
Life in New York at that time wasn’t all about being bullied. After quitting P.S. 86 when he was eight, Harpo watched tennis games in Central Park, went sledding with a dishpan, and swam off the East River docks.
He also dodged the ticket takers on trolley cars so he get around without paying the fare, and he watched Giants games for free at Coogan’s Bluff above the Polo Grounds near 155th Street.
And he learned to tell time by “the only timepiece available to our family, the clock on the tower of Ehret’s Brewery (above) at 93rd and Second Avenue, which we could see from the front window, if Grandpa hadn’t pulled the shade.”
[Image of Ehret's Brewery: Beerhistory.org]
Tags:East 93rd Street, Harpo Marx, Harpo Speaks About New York, Marx Brothers Yorkville, New York in the 1890s, old Yorkville, Yorkville Upper East Side
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April 4, 2011
Next time you’re waiting for your latte at the Starbucks in the Park Central Hotel on Seventh Avenue and 55th Street, imagine the place as it was on October 25, 1957: a blood-splattered barber shop with a mob boss’s body on the floor.

That was the scene there that autumn morning, when the hotel was known as the Park Sheraton. Albert Anastasia, head of Murder Inc., was inside, sitting in a chair awaiting a haircut.
Suddenly two men, their faces covered, burst into the shop, pushed the barber out of the way, and pumped a volley of bullets into Anastasia.
He lunged toward his killers, then hit the ground.
Officially, his murder remains unsolved. But it’s believed that Vito Genovese ordered the hit, carried out by Crazy Joey Gallo and one of his brothers.
Joey Gallo’s murder, outside Umberto’s Clam House, was just as gruesome.
Tags:Albert Anastasia, Crazy Joe Gallo, famous crimes in New York City, infamous mob hits, Joey Gallo, mob boss murders, mob hits, mob hits NYC, Murder Inc., New York in the 1950s, Park Cental Hotel, Park Sheraton Hotel, Starbucks crime, Vito Genovese
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July 27, 2010
He eked out a living as a writer, drank and scored drugs, and resided in a succession of Village apartments. Oh, and he seemed to wear a lot of black.
Poe as the first bohemian is an idea put forth by Ross Wetzon in his 2002 book on Greenwich Village, Republic of Dreams.
After referencing Mark Twain, Herman Melville, Stephen Crane, and O. Henry, Wetzon wrote:
“None of these writers could be considered more than semi-bohemians, but the Village could put in a partial claim to America’s first true bohemian, Edgar Allan Poe. In the late 1830s and early 1840s, Poe lived at 85 West Third Street, 1131/2 Carmine Street, 137 Waverly Place, and 130 Greenwich Street—at all of which he is said to have written ‘The Raven’ and at none did he live abstemiously.”
Bohemianism in the U.S. was born in the 1850s at Pfaff’s, a bar at either 653 or 647 Broadway (sources list both addresses), where artists, writers, and freethinkers hung out.
Poe was dead by the time these early bohemians emerged, but scholars credit him as their inspiration. He’s been nicknamed the “spiritual guide” of bohemia and called its patron saint.
Tags:653 Broadway, Edgar Allan Poe, Edgar Allan Poe in New York City, first bohemians, Greenwich Village in the 19th century, Herman Melville, O. Henry, Pfaff's, Republic of Dreams, Ross Wetzon, Stephen Crane
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July 13, 2010
If St. Vincent’s Medical Center really does get made over into apartments, it won’t be the first time a city hospital was turned into residences.

That’s what happened to the old French Hospital, on 30th Street beween Eighth and Ninth Avenues.
Built in 1928 by the Societe Francaise de Bienfaisance, it replaced the original French Hospital on West 14th Street, then the city’s French section.
The hospital closed in the 1960s, and in 1981 became rentals. Section 8 rentals, according to the management company website.
But hey, how cool is it to live beside a door that says “clinic entrance?”
Probably not as cool as living in the former New-York Cancer Hospital, on Central Park West and 106th Street.

King’s Handbook of New York, published in 1892, says the hospital “. . . was founded in 1884, for the treatment of all sufferers from cancer, whose condition promises any hope of cure of relief.”
Those circular wards are lovely, but they had a medical purpose: Without room corners, doctors believed that there would be fewer germs hanging around making cancer patients sick.
The hospital, which eventually became Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, moved out in the 1930s. It sat vacant for decades before becoming luxury co-ops a few years ago.
Interested in a 5-bedroom home? Check out this Corcoran listing.
Tags:Central Park West apartments, defunct New York City hospitals, French Apartments, French Benevolent Society NYC, French Hospital, French Quarter New York City, history of cancer treatment, King's Handbook, Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, New-York Cancer Hospital
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May 22, 2010
May 24 marks the 127th anniversary of the opening of the Brooklyn Bridge, celebrated in 1883 with a “grand display of fireworks and illuminations” according to this newspaper account.

The Brooklyn Bridge was hailed as an engineering marvel; schools closed for the day as politicians gave speeches and thousands of pedestrians were charged one cent to cross it.
But the festivities didn’t last. A few days later, after a staircase gave way, tragedy struck and 12 pedestrians were killed.
Tags:bridges in New York City, Brooklyn bridge, Brooklyn Bridge opening day, East River Bridge, trampled on the Brooklyn Bridge
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May 11, 2010
I’ve always loved the colorful mosaics that decorate certain subway stations. They give you a local history lesson while you’re waiting for your train—when the mosaics aren’t too grimy, that is.
The Borough Hall stop on the 2 and 3 line features this colonial-looking borough hall building (left).
At Christopher Street, the platform is lined with mosaics of Newgate prison (right), which jutted out into the Hudson around Christopher and West Streets until the 1820s.
Images of Peter Stuyvesant’s Bouwerie (left) adorn Union Square, close to where the original Bouwerie was in the early 19th century.
And of course, there are the train mosaics (right) at Grand Central Terminal, a tribute to railway titan Cornelius Vanderbilt, who opened Grand Central Depot in 1871.
Tags:Bouwerie, Brooklyn Borough Hall, Christopher Street subway station, Cornelius Vanderbilt, Grand Central Depot, Newgate Prison, Peter Stuyvesant, subway station art, Union Square history
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May 8, 2010
What’s in a name? Plenty, especially among certain factions of New Yorkers at the turn of the last century.
That’s when the city began building a great bridge that would link Manhattan to Queens. City officials planned to name it the Blackwell’s Island Bridge, after the spit of land (now Roosevelt Island) it would skip over in the East River.

But real estate bigwigs from Manhattan and Queens objected; they felt the name had bad connotations. Blackwell’s Island at the time was infamous for its poorhouse and prison.
The real estate guys were afraid New Yorkers would shy away from the bridge—and their neighborhoods—to avoid the unsavory assocation.
On the other hand, many Irish residents were opposed to the Queensboro name because they felt it sounded too British.
The leader of one Irish group even suggested calling it the Montauk Bridge, thinking it had a more American ring to it.
In the end, Queensboro was selected as the official name before the bridge opened in 1909. And it’s stuck ever since.
Tags:Blackwell's Island Bridge, East River bridges, Great bridges of New York City, New York City in 1909, New York in 1900, old postcards of New York City, Queensboro Bridge
Posted in Beekman/Turtle Bay, Queens, Transit, Uncategorized | 13 Comments »