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Newtown Grafiti

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Ms. Heather over at NYshitty recently ran a piece on some interesting runic grafiti found in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Examination by her extensive network revealed a sinister meaning to the appearance of these runes. Connections to the late 19th century German mystics and conjurers who inspired Hitler’s Wagnerian mythos emerged.

As I’ve ambled across the Newtown Pentacle in the last few years, I too have noticed odd grafiti that hints of esoteric knowledge. My interests and studies have crossed the left hand path more than once, and I have the eye of one acquainted with an iconography of the occult. The Pentacle is steeped in magick all the way back to the Dutch.

This makes sense, as the pastoral shamanism of the Koreans and the ghost worshipping of the Catholics stands cheek by jowl with Nestorian Christianity and the Yesidi clan of Kurdish devil worshippers (here’s one of their holy books- I shit you not). Mohammedan or Hasid, Presbyterian or Hindoo, all the mainstream faiths in the area have thrown great spires at the sky and filled the socratic skyline with their particular “gnosis”. The one thing all these people have in common, other than problems with subway service, is that every one of these churches has its apostates. The Catholics have Opus Dei, and the Muslims have the Sufists.

Groups of true believers who think that the “big church” has lost its way, these philosophies offer hidden truths and revelation. Cults, or as we might say it in modern newspeak- “self organizing grass roots gatherings of religious enthusiasts”. Often, these cults form within gangs. The South American and Mexican gangs, in particular, are known to employ magicians called “Padrinos” to amplify their advantages in hostile encounters. If you believe in magick, it works. They do.

In February of 2009, during a religious ritual in Flushing, a 6 year old was burned with “accelerants”. Invocations of a Loa often involve spitting flaming rum at the intended participant of the ceremony. Santeria (and its black magick equivalent- Palo) also employs similar magickal techniques and symbology.

Also… how does Aleister Crowley always end up getting into the mix? The goetia, which that nasty man said was “the Lesser Key of Solomon” contains ritual sigil designs that are very similar to designs found appearing all over Astoria since mid 2007. A better thing to read, would be this. Seriously, this is the craziest thing you’ll see today. Ok, maybe this is.

If you’re interested in this sort of thing, I would suggest reading up on the Rosicrucians, The Order of the Golden Dawn, Madame Blavatsky and the Theosophists, and the 19th century Spirititualist movement. Compare with the “model tenement” movement, John Harvey Kelogg, and eugenics. The occult inheritances of these debauched philosophies have filtered out into popular culture as Veganism, New Age Movement, Alcoholics Anonymous and the Recovery Movement, and a series of badly spellchecked grimoires which all refer to themselves as “the Necronomicon”.

At the end of the 19th century, occult topics played well in the absinthe fueled cocktail party culture of the middle class- the “sustainable living” and “green technologies” conversations of their day.

First, there is a difference between grafiti and occult markings. These are grafiti.

Ravenswood Evil tag by you.

Ravenswood- This is a “tag”, a kind of grafiti which is painted or etched with differing levels of artistic merit. Often, taggers will “bomb” a neighborhood, leaving behind dozens if not hundreds of iterations of their particular icon. Often the tag will refer to gang or ethnic affiliations -photo by Mitch Waxman

Sunnyside Hip-Hoppery by you.

Sunnyside Yards Honeywell Bridge Tag. The top right looks sigili-ish, but the 187 (police code for an undercover cop in trouble) indicates this is New York Street culture oriented  -photo by Mitch Waxman

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Street work painted by DOT. An amazing coincidental drawing of a theoretical tesseract or hypercube -photo by Mitch Waxman

The next two are Latin Kings tags. No affiliation or hate.

latin kings tag by you.

 Astoria Latin Kings tag -photo by Mitch Waxman

I hesitate to post anything about… umm… self organizing fraternal societies of urban youth- but these are Latin King tags. The number of points in the crown has some significance which I am ignorant of, the presence of circles amongst the points which indicates political standing or factional allegiances of the tagger to the citywide organization is also something I am completely ignorant about. Go ask a King.

latin kings tag by you.

Woodside Latin Kings tag -photo by Mitch Waxman

Dutch Kills abandoned building by you.

Dutch Kills abandoned factory: Part of a series of enigmatic scrawls found in a muddy place where no footprints could be seen -photo by Mitch Waxman

Now, either by design or accident of design- the occult::

lic railroad runes by you.

This is in one of the isolated spots in Long Island City. Similar to Ms. Heather’s runes, these are under the LIE and over the LIRR in Long Island City, behind the midtown tunnel -photo by Mitch Waxman

mt. zion altar by you.

Mt. Zion altar. Found this on 59th street while walking the Mt. Zion cemetery fenceline. It was a little wooden mortar and pestle with coarse gray ash inside of it. There was candle wax as well -photo by Mitch Waxman

astoria sigil by you.

This is a fairly modern, post-industrial era sigil representing the demon Asmodeus. Lamp pole in Astoria -photo by Mitch Waxman

astoria chaos dragon by you.

Astoria, chaos dragon/snake mother sigil. Compare with the ancient Naga of the Mahabharata -photo by Mitch Waxman

and another one, miles away in Ravenswood-

ravenswood chaos dragon by you.

Ravenswood Sigil -photo by Mitch Waxman

Obviously the work of a small group or possibly even one person, this next grouping started turning up all over astoria since middle 2007. The one with my shadow in it is in Maspeth, by an abattoir.

Occult grafiti by giant korean church by you.

Occultish grafiti found along the fenceline of a gigantic Korean Church -photo by Mitch Waxman

astoria sigil by you.

Occultish grafiti found in Astoria -photo by Mitch Waxman

astoria sigil by you.

Occultish grafiti found in Astoria -photo by Mitch Waxman

maspeth sigil by you.

Occultish grafiti found in Maspeth -photo by Mitch Waxman

northernblvd sigil by you.

Occultish grafiti found in Astoria -photo by Mitch Waxman

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Occultish grafiti found in Astoria -photo by Mitch Waxman

woodside grafiti by you.

Graphomania like this is all over the place, and gets denser as you travel toward Corona and Roosevelt. Most likely a mexican or ecuadorian fraternal group. Read the text from multiple angles and directions. Correct orientation will be apparent to members. Standard fenceline style of code -photo by Mitch Waxman

greenpoint doorway by you.

Occultish grafiti found in Greenpoint -photo by Mitch Waxman

Of course, Queens being Queens… some things require little or no explanation

dutch kills dumpster by you.

Dutch Kills -photo by Mitch Waxman

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June 22, 2009 at 11:46 pm

Adventures upon the East River 2

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The tug Pegasus by you.

The Tug Pegasus, doing Tourist duty- Photo By Mitch Waxman

From the Tug Pegasus Preservation Project website (be sure to check out the blueprints)

“The tugboat Pegasus was built in 1907 as S. O. Co. No. 16, for the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey, by the Skinner Shipbuilding Yard of Baltimore, Maryland.

The Skinner yard had a long history. There had been shipbuilding on that site at the foot of Federal Hill since 1783. Zachariah Skinner established his yard there in 1832 to build small schooners for the Bay and coastal trades. By the 1870s, the yard had produced some of the finest steamboats operating on Chesapeake Bay.

The yard survived into the 1980s, at the end under the ownership of the Bethlehem Steel Company. Bethlehem preserved most of the Skinner plans from the early twentieth century, including many for No. 16 and her sisters. These plans are now in the collection of the Baltimore Museum of Industry.”

Interesting how Standard Oil, so long after its day, is still on the river. John D. Rockefeller is still one of New York’s influential citizens.

Battery Park from NY Harbor, Fireboat by you.

NYFD fireboat, which (I’m fairly sure) is the Firefighter- Photo By Mitch Waxman

The Firefighter is a National Historic Landmark. Built in 1938, this was the NYFD’s most powerful diesel-electric fireboat when she joined the fleet. Serving as Marine Company 9, Firefighter participated in putting out over 50 major maritime fires in the last 71 years- including the SS Normandie Disaster, the collision of the Esso Brussels and the SS Sea Witch. Firefighter also helped to quench the fires of September 11, 2001. Firefighter is scheduled for a well deserved retirement this year.

Staten Island Ferry by you.

Staten Island Ferry- Photo By Mitch Waxman

The Staten Island Ferry pulling into its Manhattan docks. This particular ferry is the “Spirit of America”- whose spirit, I guess, can be expressed-metaphorically– as a giant orange boat.

This particular giant orange boat is a “Molinari” class ship that can carry 4,500 passengers and 40 vehicles. The docks are called South Ferry, and serve as a transportation hub with connections to both IND and BMT subway tracks. The City’s fleet of ferries makes the 5 mile trip to Staten Island in 22 minutes. Vehicles used to use the Ferry to transit to the St George terminal on the far side, but fear of terrorism has reduced the ferry to passenger only service since September 11th. For the full story on the Staten Island Ferry, check out the wikipedia article here, and the official NYC website here.

Interesting note…

the original Ferry service, the one that was bought in 1838 by Cornelius Vanderbilt, was bought by the B&O railroad in 1884. B&O- as in Canton Iron- as in Peter Cooper– as in Cooper’s Glue from the Newtown Creek. Also, as the story progresses, B&O, through acquisitions and mergers morphs into the Pennsylvania Railroad which ends up owning the Long Island Rail Road running freight to Manhattan along the Newtown Creek. 

Brooklyn Bridge by you.

Brooklyn Bridge, from the East River, Manhattan Tower and skyline.- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Built in 1883, the iconic span was slapped with its current moniker because of a letter to the editor at the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, and officially pronounced “da Brooklyn Bridge” in 1915. For all the history on this, watch the Ken Burns documentary or hit the the wikipedia page.

Brooklyn Bridge by you.

Brooklyn Bridge, from the East River, Manhattan Tower and skyline.- Photo By Mitch Waxman

What I can tell you is this place holds a weird reputation, and has claimed a lot of lives over the years. Its a favorite spot for suicides, and some woman on the Manhattan side claims to have been abducted by a ufo- from her apartment. Said apartment is behind the largish white building to the right of the bridge. I knew a couple of Goth girls that liked to come down under the FDR drive by the tower, back during the 80’s, to play witch. They said it was “a place of power”, got high, and lit candles inside a sidewalk chalk circle.  

Brooklyn Bridge by you.

Brooklyn Bridge, from the East River- Photo By Mitch Waxman

NYPD doesn’t keep an official record of suicides, at least not publically. Once, it was quite in vogue to jump from the bridge. A fellow named Donaldson tried to jump 3 times before construction was even finished, a professional daredevil named Odlum learned a few fatal facts about physics in 1885, and then… there was Steve Brodie. 

Brooklyn Bridge by you.

Brooklyn Bridge, from the East River- Photo By Mitch Waxman

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m from Brooklyn. The part of Brooklyn that says “Erl Cumpnie”, and “Doity Boid”- a place where the “F word” is simultaneously a verb, noun, synonym, term of affection, and adjective. When using the “F word in polite” company, one uses “effin”. The pizza is very, very good there. So are the bagels.

Steve Brodie was some kind of weird iconic figure to my dad and uncles, who grew up during the Great Depression. Brodie, apparently was bookie. He jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge to win a bet. When you’re from Brooklyn, and someone dares you to do something, and you have money on the line, you either do it or you’re an effin… well that’s another use of local vernacular. Brodie, of course, turns up in a Bugs Bunny cartoon as well.

image from wikipedia

Manhattan Bridge by you.

Manhattan Bridge, from the East River- Photo By Mitch Waxman

The steel colossus next door to the Brooklyn Bridge- this thing carries 7 lanes of cars and truck traffic and also has 4 subway tracks, and a couple of pedestrian/bicycle ramps. It connects Manhattan’s lower east side to the Fulton Landing in Brooklyn, now called DUMBO. 

from nycroads.com

PLANNING “SUSPENSION BRIDGE NUMBER 3”: The Manhattan Bridge was first planned as a traditional wire-cable suspension bridge to be used exclusively by trains. In 1892, elevated railway magnate Frederick Uhlmann proposed this span just north of the present site of the Manhattan Bridge. The bridge was planned in conjunction with another one of his proposals, the Williamsburg Bridge. While Uhlmann’s railroad bridge was never constructed, the Williamsburg Bridge was approved in 1895 to handle mixed traffic.

Tug boat passes Manhattan Bridge 1 by you.

This tug, the Dorothy J, is pushing a barge of shredded autos, most likely coming from the Newtown Creek, down the East River. Manhattan Bridge in background- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Moving under the Manhattan Bridge, our trusty vessel passed a tugboat, the Dorothy J. was threading a load up the East River. My friend, by whose largesse I was enjoying these splendid times on the waters surrounding New York, advised that it most likely coming from the auto salvage operations on the Newtown Creek. Inset below are images of just such a business on Newtown Creek, viewed from the Newtown Creek Wastewater Treatment Facility Nature Walk. Yes, you read that correctly. It’s actually sort of lovely.

wnyc Newtown Creek Nature Walk by you.

Auto recycling at the Newtown Creek, from “newtown creek nature walk with George Trakas”- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Tug Sequence 1 by you.

This tug, the Paul Andrew, is pushing a barge of shreded autos down the East River. Most likely coming from the Newtown Creek. Williamsburg Bridge in background- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Soon, another Tugboat- the Paul Andrew passed by bearing a similar load of in the process of being recycled autos. Below can be found one of my controversial challenges to conventional orthodoxy and challenge to use “institutional memory” when thinking about modern times:

Something to consider, says wise Old Mitch, is that contrary to what most people think- recycling is probably the least “green” industry there is. Think the whole chain through- toxic materials, gathered from every festering hole that New Yorkers can stuff garbage into, loaded onto diesel trucks, and carried to concentration points in places like Greenpoint and Long island City and Maspeth. All around the Creek, industry reduces these materials to constituents, and in turn, the valuable elements are loaded onto barges and and eventually shipped to infinitely distant capitals in (currently) Asia for resale and manufacturing. So, ummm, what do you suppose happens to the stuff that nobody wants? The oil that drips, the printing inks, and all the little bits of paint? Where do you suppose that goes, and whose ground water is poisoned?  Were the Night Soil docks green? And can I open a recycling center next door to your house?

I’m just saying…

lum_p1000554_mixcreekwalk.jpg by you.

Auto recycling at the Newtown Creek, from “newtown creek nature walk with George Trakas”- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Williamsburg Bridge by you.

Williamsburg Bridge, from the East River- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Not quite the monolith that Manhattan is, nor as stylish as the Brooklyn, the Williamsburg bridge connects Delancey Street with the tony Brooklyn neighborhood for whom the span is named. To any longtime Brooklynite, of course, calling Williamsburg tony always brings a smile. Up until yesterday, this was one of the skeeviest parts of Brooklyn. Bedford and Grand was four corners of brick lots with naked hookers roaming the deserted streets. A small community of Hasids lived here, with most of the population in the projects. It was so bad in the late 80’s that my friends wouldn’t even drive down here, and a threat was “I’ll leave you in Williamsburg…”. 

Williamsburg Bridge by you.

Williamsburg Bridge, from the East River- Photo By Mitch Waxman

The bridge’s Manhattan landing is in another of New York’s 1980’s garden spots- the Lower East Side. Used to be dangerous and fun, now its safe and boring.

Downtown Skyline by you.

Empire state and public housing, former (today would be superfund) siting of part of the Gaslight District- Photo By Mitch Waxman

As we moved back up the river to our eventual docking at 23rd street, we passed by two more items of interest. Once, when it was its own lonely self with only part of the Bronx for company, Manhattan had to actually do all the nasty industrial stuff for itself- or pay through the nose to anyone in Brooklyn or Long Island City with their hands stuck out to generate power or handle sewage or manufacture things- which is the way Manhattan does it now. These buildings, which are public housing, sit either on or just south of the former location of Manhattan’s gas light district

Editorializing again:

The “wild hunt” of the industrial revolution came in the night . Amongst their number were cholera, and tuberculosis, and the timeclock- and the period after the civil war was their first real attempt at subjugating nature. and first real chance at the complete destruction of the nature of mankind. The tenements fed the bosses labor, hapless mendicants who were consumed by the “dark satanic mills”. If a worker was sick, or killed, 10 more were waiting for “their place”. Industry ran wild in Manhattan during this time. Hell’s Kitchen on the west side got it’s name from just such a gas work as the ones that were sited here. Matter of fact, the people who swept away all the bad stuff down here in the early twentieth century, they were named Rockefeller. The electric industry grew out of the gas industry. They grew on top of it, and sold all the properties they didn’t need anymore- the reeking tanks and leaky pipes could be someone else’s problem.

Coast Guard Ship by you.

United States Coast Guard’s ship, Katherine Walker- Photo By Mitch Waxman

Below 14th street and above Delancey, the east side was bristling with docks and sailing vessels being fed textiles, and iron, and manufactured goods of every kind from a vast industrial zone. Today, there was just us and a Coast Guard ship.

The power plant behind the ship is the East River Generating Station, and the ship is the Coast Guard’s Katherine Walker.

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June 22, 2009 at 4:56 am

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from Sorabji, a member of our Flickr Gorup

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This is a comment reply to my “The Cemetery Belt” posting a while back, and I didn’t want it to get buried in the comments. I started up a Newtown Pentacle Flickr Group (please join us as a member and post your stuff) and met Sorabji there. Here’s his comments and links out to some great photos from Old Cavalry.

I have been roaming Old Calvary for years, and have done a fair amount of research into the mighty Johnston Mausoleum, as well as the Civil War Memorial — the latter is one of my favorite cemetery finds in New York, while the mausoleum is an ongoing fascination of mine. 

The War Memorial is in bad shape after 150 years of exposure to the elements but in 2007 Parks began a restoration of the work, starting with a coat of paint placed on one of the 4 life-size statues. I may be in a small minority when I say this but I was excited to see this charming 
memorial get some sorely needed attention, and I anticipated that the job would mirror the restoration of a similar monument (by the same family of sculptors) at Green-Wood Cemetery several years earlier. 

Alas, the work begun on the Calvary War Memorial in 2007 seems to have halted, probably for want of financing to continue the project, and now the marker is decidedly lopsided with three of the statues looking like pulverized metal with just one of them sporting a coat of dark green paint. It seems further unfortunate that the work done on that one statue appears to be wearing away already. It is an unfortunate situation but in these strained financial times I guess it is not surprising that a relatively obscure project like this might fall off the radar of the city’s attention.

I have several pictures of the 
War Memorial (maybe a few too many pictures) at this address:

http://www.sorabji.com/pictures/cemeteries/Calvary_Veterans_Memorial/

I plan to summarize the research I’ve shared in those pages into a single page, and I hope to open it up for discussion on a new message board I’m setting up at 
sorabji.com.

The War Memorial is only one of the many items I have followed with interest at Calvary over the years. I love that place.

Later today, look for the second installment of “Adventures upon the East River” and the 3rd LIC post is STILL in the works. I’m having issues with conflicted sources, and with significant amounts of the information sourcing back to copyrighted materials. Working on it, and its coming soon.

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June 20, 2009 at 12:45 pm

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Adventures upon the East River 1

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Tugboat and Barge by you.

This tug, the Paul Andrew, is pushing a barge of shredded autos down the East River. Most likely coming from the Newtown Creek- Photo by Mitch Waxman

A friend invited me on a couple of his recent outings on the East River (and beyond). It’s a rare opportunity for most New Yorkers, oddly enough, to get out onto the water. My host is an expert on the customs and history of the mariners of New York City’s own estuarine cataract, and I jumped at a chance to experience- in such knowledgeable company- the East River and its environs. What I encountered was a harbor, at work.

East River Tug by you.

This tug, the Dean Reinauer, was zipping quickly along- Photo by Mitch Waxman

Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges by you.

Manhattan Bridge and Brooklyn Bridge with downtown Manhattan, from the East River- Photo by Mitch Waxman

A squall of black clouds and drenching rain had just pushed through New York, and a misty sky was dueling with the sun for dominance over the day. As we passed under the Williamsburg Bridge, it began to clear. Just in time to see the concurrence of suspension arcs on the downtown river skyline.

Manhattan Bridge by you.

Manhattan Bridge footings, from the East River- Photo by Mitch Waxman

New Yorkers, we lose all sense of the scale of the things we see here. We live in a cyclopean world constructed by long dead titans of science and industry. From the water, you truly gain a sense of the wondrous vision and ambitions of the men who built this enormous endeavor called The City of Greater New York.

Red Hook, Cunard Pier by you.

Cruise Ship in Red Hook, from the East River- Photo by Mitch Waxman

When we were passing Red Hook in Brooklyn, the weather mercifully began to cooperate with us. The storm was blowing out, and the burning eye of an occluded sun again stared down upon New York. Being the gigantic Lovecraft nerd that I am, I couldn’t help but think about Robert Suydam and his poor bride leaving for their honeymoon from this very Cunard Pier.

Looking up the Hudson by you.

Looking northwest, up the Hudson, Jersey city on left, Manhattan on right – Photo by Mitch Waxman

from Wikipedia:

Main article: Geography of New York Harbor

In the broad sense, the term includes the following bodies of water and their waterfronts: Upper New York BayLower New York BayNorth River (i.e. the lowest part of the Hudson River), East River,Kill Van KullNewark BayArthur KillThe NarrowsJamaica BayRaritan Bay, and Harlem River. This includes about 1,200 square miles (3,100 km2), with over a 1,000 miles (1,600 km) of shoreline. At peak it contained 650 miles (1,046 km) of developed waterfront in 11 individual, active ports in ManhattanBrooklynQueens, the BronxStaten IslandPerth AmboyElizabethBayonneNewarkJersey CityHoboken, and Weehawken. Although the U.S. Board of Geographic Names does not include the term, New York Harbor has important historical, governmental, commercial, and ecological usages.

When you reach the point where the Hudson River empties into the brackish waters of the East River, you are officially in New York Harbor. And on the shallow floor of the harbor can be found the first depressed indications of the river carved Hudson Canyon.

A word about the Hudson Canyon

The plume of pollution that trails out to sea from New York City is hundreds of miles long and miles deep. It slithers down the Hudson River and out of Newtown Creek and the Gowanus Canal and thousands of broken sewers into the area where the Hudson and East Rivers conjoin and mingle with those of the Atlantic- an enormous watershed called the New York Bight.

For generations, fleets of sludge ships have dumped their cargo directly into the extant oceanic borders of the Bight. These dump areas were sited above underwater depressions, and several “dead zones” can be found in these waters at multiple levels in the water column.

In the deeps below the Bight, around a hundred miles from the spot where I took the pic of the Hudson- an underwater channel eroded by the Hudson’s flow begins a diving course to the ocean floor and turns into a pleistocenal submarine crevasse- the Hudson Canyon. A subaqueous Grand Canyon, it is at least four hundred miles long and at its deepest measured point it is an astounding seven thousand and two hundred feet (two thousand and two hundred meters) below the storm tossed surface. 

Even at that crushing depth, New York City garbage and human waste have been found by scientists.The theorized end of the canyon is thought to terminate well beyond the North American continental craton where it joins with the Atlantic’s abyssal plain. Without access to the still classified sonar mappings of the deep sea floor produced by the Navy department during the Cold War- this postulate can only be conjectured. Who can truly guess what is is that lies down there, in that sunless eternity of cold and abyssal pressures?

This view of the Hudson, of course, is the one enjoyed by the Statue of Liberty

Statue of Liberty by you.

Statue of Liberty- Photo by Mitch Waxman

and Ellis Island

Ellis Island by you.

Ellis Island- Photo by Mitch Waxman

from wikipedia:

Ellis Island, at the mouth of the Hudson River in New York Harbor, is the location of what was from January 1, 1892, until November 12, 1954 the main entry facility for immigrants entering the United States; the facility replaced the state-run Castle Garden Immigration Depot (1855-1890) in Manhattan. It is owned by the Federal government and is now part of the Statue of Liberty National Monument, under the jurisdiction of the US National Park Service. It is situated predominantly in Jersey City, New Jersey, although a small portion of its territory falls within neighboring New York City.

The family story goes like this:

Grandfather Alex got off the boat from darkest Russia at Ellis Island in 1915, and a man asked him “Do you want to be an American Citizen?”,

Grandfather says “yes”,

the man says “sign here”,

Grandfather signs,

the man says “Welcome to United States Army, son”.

Grandfather gets on another boat, does basic on the ship, and ends up as a doughboy in France. His uniform had spats.

Speeding Tug by you.

The tug John P. Brown- Photo by Mitch Waxman

More to come tomorrow- or if you don’t want to wait and just want to check out the whole sequence of photos- click here for a slideshow of the whole series

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June 19, 2009 at 1:31 am

Posted in East River

Getting ahead of the curve

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Haunted? I’m desirous to collect up a series of Newtown Ghost stories for Halloween. A blood curdling tale of “the white lady” of East Astoria is already in the works, which I acquired from amongst the stout Croatians who populate this part of the Newtown Pentacle.

Got anything for Old Mitch?

Stories will be posted during the weeks preceeding Halloween, and attributed however you want me to. Any experiences with the demon that chases trespassers on the Hellgate bridge during adolescent rites of passage? Any encounters with the shades of the General Slocum disaster? Ever meet a ghoul in Greenpoint?

Send your stories to this email.

(what does this have to do with history? Not much, but ghost stories are Folklore, and add texture to our Newtown story)

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June 17, 2009 at 12:44 pm

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