From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Lost In Thought

May 10, 2011 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn, Street Art 

ELBOW-TOE ...Lost In Thought...

Taken by Jamie NYC.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Grain Terminal

February 27, 2011 ·
Filed under: Brooklyn, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn 

Grain Terminal

Taken by Charles le Brigand.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Queen Mary II

September 4, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn 

queen mary 3

Taken by entropymedia.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Gone Fishing

September 1, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn 

Red Hook fishing

Taken by Carnade.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Stripes

August 26, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn 

DSC_6175

Taken by Triborough.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part I: Tough Times

August 22, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn, Street Art 

Bread Line Forms Here

Taken by Triborough.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Ender: Not So Subliminal Advertising

August 18, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11231, Red Hook, Red Hook Brooklyn 

This evening I will leave you this lovely item which hails from (what I am guessing is) Red Hook. I suspect many of you, dear readers, will not be surprised when I tell you this business is located next door to an adult entertainment establishment sporting live girls and nudie booths. Both are purportedly owned by the same person(s).

Miss Heather

Much Ado About Bricks

Yesterday was a series of revelations for yours truly. Among the lessons I (re)learned:

1. When going to 11231 TAKE A MAP.
2. The gent who laid out Greenpoint’s streets (at least the northern part of it, anyway) is, in yours truly’s opinion, anyway) an unsung genius. For those of you who are not in the know, Greenpoint’s streets were (and still are) alphabetical. They start with Ash Street and end with Quay.

Granted, Lincoln has since become Greenpoint Avenue and P Street became Calyer. But the principle still stands. This is about as “idiot-proof” as it gets. In other words: if you get lost in Greenpoint, you do not deserve to be found. But I digress.

3. Getting lost is fun.
4. Getting un-lost is even more fun. Especially when you stumble upon such niceties as “Millie’s Garden” as seen at the beginning of this post. Follows are a few more details.

What is that I spy with my Garden Spot eye? A brick! From the good ol’ 11222 courtesy of John Cooper! Naturally I had to get down to the bottom of this matter when I got home. And I did. Which brings me to…

5. There is an entire brick collecting community in cyberspace. Brick foamers, if you will. And thanks to Brickcollecting dot com I learned a little about the provenance of this brick:

The Manhattan Fire Brick and Enameled Clay Retort Works (as described in New York Illustrated (New York: D.Appleton & Co., 1876) was located on East 15th Street near the East River. Henry Maurer learned the fireclay manufacturing business in his uncle’s firm, Maurer & Weber, and then established his own firm which relocated from New York and Staten Island to Maurer, New Jersey, in 1874

There were several firms in New York City that took advantage of the nearby deposits of fire clay and manufactured both clay retorts and fire bricks. In 1845 Balthazar Kreischer established a fire-brick works in Manhattan, later known as the New York Fire Brick and Clay Retort Works; Kreischer acquired a fire-clay deposit on Staten Island in 1852 and established a works there which eventually replaced the Manhattan factory (his son’s house, the Charles Kreischer House and the workers’ houses for the company, the Kreischerville Worker’s Houses are both designated New York City Landmarks). Joseph K. Brick established the Brooklyn Clay Retort and Fire Brick Works in 1854. The Maurer & Weber Company later known as the Manhattan Fire Brick and Enameled Clay Retort Works, opened in 1863.

In 1868 John Cooper established a business, later known as the Greenpoint Fire Brick and Sewer Pipe Works, at 413-421 Oakland Street, Brooklyn. While there were 350 fire brick manufacturers in the United States in 1895, the New York-New Jersey area remained one of the major fire brick manufacturing centers.

I did a little digging around the Brooklyn Daily Eagle archives and lo, I found a story involving the Greenpoint Fire Brick & Sewer Pipe Works. Albeit not what I exactly expected. Without further ado, here it is: a tale of newlyweds and a mother-in-law. Enjoy!

As with most tales of this sort it reminds of a story. One which I suspect the Mister would prefer not be told. Much water has gone under the proverbial marital bridge by now. At some point he will think it is funny. I know my mother-in-law* (who is really cool) and I do.

But I’ll refrain from writing at length about what is now known as the Chez Shitty Couch Incident for the time being. All I’m saying is there are more effective ways to get a sofa than this. READ: throw the old “couch” (in my case a futon mattress) out while your husband is out of town. This will ensure you a new sofa— or in our case: a rather inexpensive and durable love seat. FAST. I speak from experience when I write this. Direct action and one bad ass mother in law: that’s how you get things done in Greenpoint.

Miss Heather

*Thanks Barb.

New York Shitty Day Ender: “South Brooklyn” Selections

As promised here are some highlights from today’s trip to Carroll Gardens/Red Hook. Enjoy!

You can view this slide show in larger format by clicking here.

Miss Heather

Stolen In Red Hook: Solanum Quitoense

I honestly do not know where to start with this item (which I found on Union Street this afternoon) so I will leave you with these three points:

  1. The amount of detail in this flier is truly astonishing. I am particularly impressed with the description of the flavor of the fruit this plant life bears and the photograph of the glove found at the scene of the crime. I won’t even go into the root knot nematodes (because until today I had no idea what they are, much less the fact they existed).
  2. “the pimple whisperer” = brilliant
  3. “hew-haw” = just made into my vocabulary
  4. Okay that makes four points. In any case I sincerely hope Emma (AKA: “the pimple whisperer”) gets her Solanum Quitoense back— and soon!

Miss Heather

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