This afternoon I arrived home after savoring today’s lovely weather to find a rather lengthy comment awaiting my approval. Ordinarily I approach such lengthy tomes with a sense of dread: experience has taught me that anything over two paragraphs is usually a bit— shall I say— “cranky”. Fortunately this was not the case. In fact I found it so compelling I felt it merited its own post. Beverly writes (in regards to this post):
Having been born at home on January 20, 1951Â at 1116 Manhattan Avenue, I grew up across the street from this “hotel”.Â It was originally called the EDWARDS HOTEL, later on changed to the PRINCE EDWARDS HOTEL dubbed the PRINCE HOTEL which has now evolved to the GREENPOINT HOTEL.
This was a place where the downtrodden took up residence.Â Many were welfare recipients, some worked and others just existed there.
Having lived across the street and attending St Cyril & Methodius School, I had to pass there everyday.Â Yes, the men was scary and looked like the same men who would hang out down the Bowery who cleaned your car windows begging for some change.
Of course we were always told “never speak to strangers”, so passing the Hotel was no different.Â I recall as a child perhaps walking a little faster past there than I would elsewhere.Â However, in all the time I was growing up and walking past this place not once did I ever encounter a problem.
I am sure that if the walls and halls of that place could speak, they would tell stories both good and horrible.Â I remember when we still had Police Officers WALKING a beat, they were a constant visitor there for one reason or another keeping peace.Â But never do I remember anyone who had to pass by being bothered by it’s residents.Â The men who resided there kept to themselves and never bothered anyone who passed by either who worked in the area or who lived in the area.Â In fact, I think there was more “action” in JOE TAX’S BAR which was on the corner of Clay Street and Manhattan Avenue then there was in the hotel!
My Dad’s family owned a house on Clay Street (#38), which was directly next door to HARTE & COMPANY, and when we went down to Grandma’s House where my Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived too, we would have to pass what was termed “THE HOTEL ANNEX” which was directly on Clay Street.Â Again, these men would sit around on the stoops or in summer on the fire escapes, but never in all that time did they ever bother the handful of residents that lived down that street or all the factory workers.
I know of no one who would be “brave” enough to go inside there, but as a girl growing up I can honestly say that passing by this place was not as scary as many would have you think.Â In fact, a puppy once ran out onto Manhattan Avenue and I screamed and it was the men sitting in front of the Hotel who immediately stopped the traffic and ran to the puppy’s rescue so that the B-62 Bus coming from the Depot would not run it over.Â Turns out the puppy belonged to someone who was in JOE TAX’S BAR and the puppy ran out the door before they could catch it.
I know that sounds like a “warm and fuzzy” feeling to a place that housed so many troubled souls, but like anything else on this earth…..there are good and bad in every bunch and I think these men just found themselves in a situation many had no control over.
I have lived through many good times in Greenpoint and remember some of the bad things that happened there too.Â However, the Wonderful and Good memories far OUTWEIGH the bad ones!
No matter where I have traveled, no matter where I have moved to & without a doubt or a nanoseconds hesitation, I will ALWAYS call GREENPOINT HOME!!!!!!
I want to thank Beverly for sharing her experiences. It made my afternoon in a big, BIG way. Thanks!
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Metropolitan Avenue.
Just this morning I was telling the Mister that if Mr. Blackwell wasn’t dead already a trip to our fair burgh would do the trick. Don’t believe me? Take a long hard look at this very special bit of street fashion found by Lisacat on Manhattan Avenue.
There’s just something about a man in furs …carrying a “manbag”. Meh. Anal electrocution becomes you dude.
The politics of fur aside (and for the record I am con, not pro) I can’t get past trying to figure out how the cowboy boots fit into this ensemble.
From Manhattan Avenue.
Last night I finally received a disappointing confirmation of something I had suspected for a month: East Coast Aliens is going out of business. Today from 10:00 a.m. – 8:00 p.m. they will be hosting a “Huge Blow Out Sale” featuring items such as sound equipment, furniture, art/silk screening supplies and much, much more. If you’re looking for a bargain (let’s face it, art supplies are not cheap) check it out.
East Coast Aliens Closing Sale
February 1, 2009, 10:00 a.m. – 8:00 p.m.
216 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Tonight I was very despondent to learn that Rainer (one half of the feline dynamic duo at Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers) is experiencing health woes! Per the gentleman I spoke with this evening a cancerous tumor has been found on one of his shoulders. He is scheduled to have surgery next week and may very well end up losing a leg. If you have the time and money to spare please swing by, make a donation and give Rainer and his family your best wishes.
Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers
218 Bedford Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Bedford Avenue.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
It’s been some time since I have caught up with Greenpoint’s most stylish pup: Miss Mordred. I am pleased to report she is doing well. As you will see in this little video of her strutting her stuff along with her big brother Zoltan at the junk shop. Enjoy!
What’s next for Mordred, you ask? Well, Jocelyn (her person) is going to dress her up as Grimace and we’re going to collaborate on a very special fashion shoot. Stay tuned, this is gonna be good!
This item comes courtesy of Laura Hofmann of GWAPP. What is the Waterpod, you ask? Here’s a description from its brand-spanking new web site:
Waterpodâ„¢ is a floating sculptural living structure designed as a new habitat for the global warming epoch. It is currently scheduled to launch in New York in May, 2009, from the Newtown Creek between Brooklyn and Queens, navigate down the East River, explore the waters of New York Harbor, and stopping at each of the five boroughs it will dock at several Manhattan piers on the Hudson River, then beyond.
As a sustainable, navigable living space, Waterpodâ„¢ showcases the critical importance of the environment and serves as a model for new living technologies. It illustrates positive interactions between communities: private and corporate; artistic and social; aquatic and terrestrial. Built from recycled and found materials, Waterpodâ„¢ is structured as a triple-domed island for: (i) community and artistic activity; (ii) eco-initiatives including food grown with purified water from the Hudson River; and (iii) living space…
You can read the rest by clicking here. Those of you who have ever wanted to live on Newtown Creek* (and you know who you are) this might be your golden opportunity!
Image Credit: thewaterpod.org