Filed under: Area 51
The last time we checked on Mr. Fisher he was beating the heat and took a month-long vacation to the country (imagine doing that today). When he doesn’t mention is America’s entry in World War I. After the draft was instituted in September the “Great War” as some call it is clearly on Lee’s mind as he mentions seeing his friends off and mulls over enlisting (over his family’s objections). But this is not to suggest everything was gloom and doom. Life for Mr. Fisher is pretty much “business as usual”— with a trip to the south to boot. Enjoy!
September 2, 1917
After breakfast went to Coney. Stayed at Sarah’s all day. At night came Alex. family. Left them at 8 PM. Come home to bed at 9.
September 10, 1917
In store until 9 P.M.. Came home, had supper & heard the heart-breaking news about Gertie & her house, Played the violin. Read a book. To bed.
(You can read his diary entries for September by clicking here.)
October 1 & 2, 1917
This morning I registered to enlist in the U.S.A. Had some dinner. Mother & I saw Yiddish play. Stayed home at night. Read a book. To bed.
This morning I passed my physical exam for the U.S.A. Had dinner. B.A. & I saw a vaud. show. The family greatly disapproves & B.A. cried before me. Attended a concert at night. To bed.
(You can read his diary entries for October 1- November 5 by clicking here.)
November 10, 1917
Had supper with the engineer on board the Alabama. Met the whole crew. Rec’d an invitation for cousin Id’as wedding. To bed at 10.
(You can read his diary entries for November 6 – December 5 by clicking here.)
December 31, 1917
Up at 11. After dinner saw a burlesque show with M.C. After supper played pool, read and redressed for work. I was fined for sleeping while at work.
Fining someone for goofing off on New Year’s Eve?!? That’s pretty damned cold if you ask me. You can read Lee Fisher’s diary entries for December 6 – 31 by clicking here. I suppose this pretty much end our acquaintance with Lee Fisher— or does it? Methinks when I have a chance I’ll peruse the 1910 and 1920 Census data and try to learn what happened to him. In any case I hope he had a happy and healthy new year.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I was pleased as punch this week to discover that the Professor has posted some new snaps of Garden Spot taken long after dark. Follow are a few of my favorites. Enjoy!
Behold the Manhattan Avenue “Meat People”!
Methinks this might be the only time I have seen the C-Town without a checkout line a mile long.
Without out argument this one (taken of the Thai Cafe) is my favorite.
And how about a muffin (or two) for dessert?
You can see the above images and many more great nighttime shots of Greenpoint over at Kitchen Prof’s flickr page. Check ‘em out!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Even though “prime” stoop sale season has since left us I felt this was worth passing along. Not only will free coffee be served but “good music” is also in the offering. Check it out!
SUPER STOOP SALE
Noverber 22, 2008 (no times given)
103 Greenpoint Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Although my colleague over at The Gowanus Lounge has already brought attention to this event I feel compelled to post here anyway. Those of you who will be braving the cold today down on Bedford Avenue should swing by NYCPet and say “Hi” to some of the sweetest kitties in north Brooklyn. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a new friend to share some Thanksgiving turkey with!
Empty Cages Collective Adoption Day
November 22, 2008 1:00 – 6:00 p.m.
241 Bedford Avenue
Brooklyn. New York 11211
To get everyone in the adoption spirit, I am going to close with a video shot by Lisacat featuring some “outtakes” from the photo shoot where the above-depicted image came from. Enjoy!
It just goes to show if you think herding cats is bad, wrangling kittens is worse!
Photo/Video Credits: Lisacat
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Or maybe your Aunt Tillie is coming to town over Thanksgiving and you need to find her a place to stay? If so I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news: Greenpoint’s got ‘em.
The bad news: they are located at none other than the Greenpoint Hotel* which, correct me if I’m wrong, has been receiving a larger number of visits from the fire department and E.M.S. workers than usual lately. Perhaps this ad campaign this is their way of making up for attrition?
If you don’t believe the fkier gracing the beginning of this post is shilling rooms at this rather colorful establishment Google the above telephone number and see for yourself! Seeing is believing.
UPDATE, 8:45 p.m.: Apparently the Greenpoint Hotel is making the rounds on Craigslist as well (see comments). Be sure to check out my screencaps of their HIGHLY amusing advertisements by clicking over to my flickr set. Here’s a sample of the hilarity which awaits you!
YUP. And believe it or not, it gets even better.
*Those of you who have not done so already should read this New York Times article entitled “Cheap Rooms, and ‘a Drug for Every Floor”. It is quite illuminating.
This image hails from where many things Fedderific are to be found: 133-135 Meserole Avenue, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, U.S.A. In the Garden Spot of the Universe even our Fedders boxes are get their own balconies. That’s what I call progress!
From Jackson Street.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Unless you have been living under a rock you probably know the Kosciuszko Bridge is slated to be razed. Plans have been filed to replace it and objections from several Indian tribes which once called this area home have been aired. The fly in their collective proverbial ointment is the possibility artifacts might be found on the land designated for the new bridges. In all probability they’re right. Just like our Vice-President elect, the Delaware Nation didn’t necessarily originate from Delaware. They once called Newtown Creek home.
With imagery such as this it is easy enough to forget that Greenpoint was once a bucolic and remote bit of marshy farmland where oysters were plentiful and cherries and grapes were cultivated and rendered into (among other tasty things) cider and vinegar. This is probably what our fair burgh was once called— I shit you not— Cherry Point. Don’t believe me? Here’s an excerpt from the August 1, 1886 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
You can read the above article in its entirely by clicking here. That said, some of you might have noticed I underlined “History of Brooklyn”: the book this reporter referenced. This is because I not only find citing one’s sources sexy (and ethically mandatory), as it would happen I possess this tome.
And I ain’t talking about a reprint! You can read the passage the previous Brooklyn Daily Eagle article is referencing by clicking here.*
Does this humble piece of road gracing the southeastern side of the Kosciuszko Bridge pay homage to Greenpoint’s (decidedly greener) past? It’s a very distinct possibility; not only was Cherry Street in existence as early as 1855, but our humble ‘nabe also once sported a street called “Orchard”. This thoroughfare still exists to this day albeit under a different name. For the reveal click here.
Map Credit: ragette.org. If want to see some really cool old maps of Greenpoint and Williamsburg by all means check out this site! You won’t regret it.
*CAVEAT: I would like to advise the more racially sensitive among you that attitudes/opinions of the author (Henry R. Stiles himself) do not reflect the attitudes of yours truly. It was a different time in 1884 than it is 2008. In 124 years we’ve gone from using florid racist language like “retinue of jolly negroes in field and kitchen” to electing our first African American president. We as a people have come a long, long way.If you ask me this couldn’t have happened soon enough.
Filed under: Clinton Hill
Good Morning Afghanistan!
Good morning from Myrtle Avenue!
I would like to open this post with what is easily my favorite comment of the week. On November 18, 2008 superclam wrote:
Heather, Iâ€™m impressed. Itâ€™s both my job and my hobby to look at ugly buildings, and that is an exceptionally ugly building. Two distinct styles, and they both suck.
Speaking as someone who is not employed to look at ugly buildings but whose hobby is searching them out nonetheless I am really flattered by this endorsement from a professional. What’s more, it makes me think of this beauty from Greene Avenue in Clinton Hill.
By all appearances it looks like the architect of this building started with a Modernist vision on the right but changed his (or her) mind one third of the way through. I suppose it really doesn’t matter what “style” this building is. It’s still uglier as homemade sin.
On a clear day in Bedford Stuyvesant you can see Fedders forever, and ever, and ever more!
I am one of nine.
You will be assimilated.
They must have some pretty bad drivers down in Bed Stuy is the developer feels compelled to erect pylons like this.
bodmin brought up a very salient point when he/she noted the solitary advantage of living in a Fedderplex such as previous…
No matter what it looks like on the inside, the great advantage of living in it would be that when you were home you wouldnâ€™t have to look at the exterior!
How very true.
What’s more those exposed electrical meters are a darned convenient place to rest your coffee cup while you get out your keys.
There’s always ample parking.
And not just for automobiles either.
Knish carts are also welcome with open arms.