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Some more shots from The Queensboro Centennial
Sorry, the 2nd part of “Long Island City” is on the way- its just a BIG subject, and I’ll be talking about a few things that need some CAREFUL researching. I’ll have it done fairly soon.
Here’s what I was doing on the 31st of May, 2009.
Long Island City From the Queensboro bridge, stitched panorama – Photo by Mitch Waxman
As I mentioned in an earlier post on the subject, the Bridge Centennial Commission asked me to help out on Dave Frieder’s walking tour of the Queensboro Bridge. Here’s some highlights- (check out the money HDR pic a few posts down, by the way). I mainly carried Dave’s camera bag and kept us moving to the podium on schedule.
Dave Frieder on the Queensboro bridge- Photo by Mitch Waxman
The tour I assisted with was led by Dave “the Bridge Man” Frieder. He is an ironman photographer who routinely and legally climbs the bridges of New York (and beyond) to take some of the most white knuckled (and gorgeously composed) photos you will ever see. check him out at www.davefrieder.com
The United States Merchant Marine Academy Marching Band- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Mayor Mike Bloomberg arrives- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Mayor Mike Bloomberg kibbitzes with “Gridlock” Sam Schwartz and DOT Commissioner Jeanette Sadik-Khan- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Mayor Mike Bloomberg kibbitzes with “Gridlock” Sam Schwartz and DOT Commissioner Jeanette Sadik-Khan- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Francesca Lindenthal Gebhardt, daughter of Gustav Lindenthal meets Mayor Mike Bloomberg- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Mayor Mike Bloomberg asks crowd “how are you feeling here on the Queensboro bridge?, says “I‘m feeling groovy“. Ceremonies begin- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Ceremonies, Queens Borough President Helen Marshall speaks- Photo by Mitch Waxman
One of the classic cars in the parade- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Determined and ready to ROCK- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Ceremonies, crowd and press watching- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Mayor Mike Bloomberg, “Gridlock” Sam Schwartz, DOT Commissioner Jeanette Sadik-Khan, Queens Borough President Helen Marshall, Manhattan Borough President Scott Stringer– Photo by Mitch Waxman
Crowd watches ceremony- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Marching band- Photo by Mitch Waxman
New York Fire Department Fireboat arrives and performs- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Parade ends, heading back to Queens, thinking about George Romero or maybe Lucio Fulci– Photo by Mitch Waxman
Up in the Steel- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Modern shiny Long Island City of the future from old crappy Long Island City of the past- Photo by Mitch Waxman
View from the Queens-bound ramp on the Queensboro bridge- Photo by Mitch Waxman
Another one of the classic cars in the parade- Photo by Mitch Waxman
View from the Queens-bound ramp on the Queensboro bridge- Stitched Panorama by Mitch Waxman
Sunset view from Ravenswood, from a roof party at the new Ravel Hotel- Photo by Mitch Waxman
“The Ancient Seat of Graft”, or Long Island City- part 1
Title quoted from “Building Gotham, by Keith D. Revell” here’s pp 134 in Google books
Manhole cover on Jackson Ave.- photo by Mitch Waxman
Neo-Pragmatist musings:
Modernity causes us to look upon the sometimes sleazy relationships between our political class and the real estate and banking interests they do business with as something new, untempered, and unique. This is the hazard of our times, a lack of institutional memory and insight. This lack of pragmatic introspection has resulted in widespread voter apathy, which in turn has caused the political class to seek support from those who will give it to them. Only when the citizenry at large comes to the polls in great numbers do the politicians realize with whom their constituency lies.
Previous generations, in their attempt to reinterpret the past and govern in the present through say… fashionable political lensing, have obscured many of these pragmatic realities of governance. There will always be a “mafia”, the rich will inevitably victimize the poor, industries will destroy the neighborhoods they define. No bill or proclamation can make these forces disappear, and in the defense of our “Politik’s”, you must admit that modernity compares quite favorably against the past here in our Newtown Pentacle, when the subjects of good government and civic minded progress are invoked. For those of you who live in the Pentacle… let that thought… just… settle in.
Newtown Creek from Hunter’s Point Avenue Bridge- photo by Mitch Waxman
The short history of Long Island City is hair curling, graft and corruption wise. It’s an american story about a boom town run by industrialists, bankers, and railroads situated at the border confluence of two other, far larger- far richer, boom towns- Breuklyn, and New Amsterdam.
LIRR Wheelspur yard, taken from Pulaski bridge fencehole– photo by Mitch Waxman
Native New Yorkers and the Knickerbockers:
The Mespaecthe or Mispat were part of the Rockaway (Rechaweye or Rechqaakie) Chieftanate. Their “village” was in Dutch Kills near the modern Borden Ave. They called the area between vanished Sunswick Creek and Newtown Creek “Hohosboco”. The Rockaway’s were part of a larger tribal/national/ethnic group- the Metoac. The Metoac were the “Thirteen tribes of Long Island”, and included the Jameco, the Manhattan (island people), and the Sewankie (the sea people). By 1630, the Metoac, whose territories were bordered by the Lenapi (Delaware) and Algonquin nations, had fallen under the control of a Delaware martial tribe called the Pequot. The Pequot forced the Metoac to manufacture tribute, Wampum, which in turn bought the Pequot and the larger Delaware Nation better terms in their dealings with the Dutch fur trade. This was New York City’s first speculative financial bubble, and it collapsed in 1655.
In the 1640’s, the first Dutch settlers had crossed into the “Mespit” (or head of the stream) and settled a strip of land they called Dominie’s Hook (land was granted to the Rev. Everard Bogardus in 1642 for the establishment of a dutch reform church). The Mespit was, of course, the Newtown Creek. A colony was established in 1642 called “Maspat” (which is a Mespaecthe word meaning Bad Water) near modern day Maspeth. The first European settlement in Queens, the europeans proved themselves to be such a nuisance that the village was attacked in force by the Mespaecthe and the settlers fled to the fortified island of Manhattan for safety.
In 1647, Rev. Bogardus died in a shipwreck, and his wife inherited the property. The Dutch began building watchtowers and stationing troops throughout the Newtown Pentacle in an effort to cut down on raids by the aboriginal population. By 1655, the Mespaecthe had realized the error of allowing a foothold for the Europeans and after a British/Mohican alliance effectively ended the ambitions of their overlords- the Pequot, they began a campaign to regain their ancestral lands.
In 1655, smallpox came to the Mespaecthe. By 1666, the year of London’s great fire, there were only 500 Mespaecthe left. In 1788, there were only 162. In 1833, the remaining Mespaecthe were christian converts (of the Mohegan sect) and a great many of them joined with Samson Occam and left New York to become part of the Brothertown Indians. They migrated to Lake Winnebago in Wisconsin, leaving the Newtown Creek for the europeans. The story gets a little hazy around this point, as these people were the focus of a genocide- but those who stayed in the area mostly migrated to the eastern tip of Long Island and assimilated into the Matinecock and Shinnecock tribes in the area of Montauk Point. Largely, they became whalers and sailors in the early 19th century, and inter-married with other tribes.
In 1697, a Dutch sea captain named Peter Praa bought the Bogardus properties and set up farming. He died in 1740, and the land was left to his granddaughter Anne Bennet. Her son, Jacob Diks, inherited next and he passed the land to his daughter- Anna Hunter. In 1817, Hunter, who had three sons, left the land to her children under the proviso that it be sold and the moneys divided evenly between them. This is why the “Mispat” became known as “Hunter’s Point”.
Hunters Point from Newtown Creek– photo by Mitch Waxman
interesting note: The modern city is in the early stages of replacing the Kosciusko Bridge, which carries traffic over the Newtown Creek. Descendants of the Matinecock and Canarsee tribes have emerged, and are unhappy about further degradation of their ancestral lands. “A lot of people think we are extinct, but we have many who are still left”.
Queens Museum of Art- Worlds Fair Panorama, Long Island City and Greenpoint at center- photo by Mitch Waxman
This week, hopefully, I’ll have the rest of the story ready. Get ready for Battle Ax Gleason, Wilhelm Steinweg, the German Socialists of Schuetzen Park, and the arrival of Long Island City’s 800 pound gorilla and raison d’etre- the Long Island Rail Road. A few smaller posts coming in the next couple of days for sure, but I have some double checking of factoids to do before I publish.
Long Island Railroad crossing Borden Avenue at grade– photo by Mitch Waxman
As is always the case, if anything you’ve read here is contradicted by something you know, leave a comment and let’s talk about it.
The River of Sound
Queens Museum of Art- Worlds Fair Panorama, East River at center- photo by Mitch Waxman
The Dutch Captain Adriaen Block, whose naval career had carried him from his native Amsterdam all the way to the Pacific territories of the Dutch East Indies (possibly even the Moluccas), was sent in 1614 to follow up on Henry Hudson’s discoveries in the New World. The States General put him in command of the Tyger. Block journeyed to Manhattan island, and traded with a group of the native Lenape. By the fall, the ship’s hold was full of otter, beaver, and other skins. A fire broke out and consumed the ship- stranding Block and his men in the New World, on a dangerous and wild island called Manhattan.
East River Shoreline, from Gantry Plaza State Park in Long Island City- photo by Mitch Waxman
East River Shoreline, somewhere between Long Island City and Ravenswood. Photo by Mitch Waxman
Salvaging what they could, Block and his men made a deal of some kind with the Lenape to help them build a new 16 ton ship- The Onrust (the Restless). Aboard Onrust, Block proceeded up the East River, and into Long Island Sound. He sailed into Narraganset Bay, “found” Block Island, entered the Housatonic River in Connecticut, found something he called Roode Eylandt, and ditched the Onrust on Cape Cod after running into another Dutch ship. Block returned to Europe and his corporation was eventually awarded exclusive trading rights for the “New Netherlands” for a few years. Roode Eylandt, incidentally, is where H.P. Lovecraft was from.
Believing that the tidal straight which modernity calls the East River was an actual “river”, Block’s charts connected it with Long Island Sound- hence “River of Sound”. It is more a part of New York Harbor, watershed-wise, and nothing other than constituent with the Sound- as it is with the Hudson River, Bronx RIver, Bronx Kill, and Newtown Creek. He was the first documented European to successfully navigate a treacherous section of the river, just off the coast of modern-day Astoria Park.
Glass littered East River Shoreline, near Astoria Park. Photo by Mitch Waxman
He christened the eddies and whirlpools of this widow making area “The Bright Passage”. In Dutch- Hellegat, in English- Hela’s Gate- or Hells Gate.
Hells Gate Bridge, and Triborough, near Astoria Park. Photo by Mitch Waxman
Common Dutch seafaring terminology for any whirlpool was Hellegat. Sailors in that time had an expansive vocabulary that was passed man to man for water and weather- not unlike the famous 64 words used to describe different kinds of snow conditions used by the Esquimaux in their polar wastelands. (esquimaux is an archaic and somewhat racist french term. apologies for usage, the tribes prefer to be referred to as Inuit, Yupik, or Aleut and to be greeted with smiles).
Incidentally, Hel is the goddess of Death to those of the Norse way of thinking. She was the daughter of Loki– the trickster god who was born of the Jotun (giants) and adopted by Odin. Her silent mead hall was where those who died peacefully waited for Odin to climb Yggdrasil and sacrifice himself physically (he gave his right eye to the well of protean Mimir as payment) in return for revelations of Ragnarok– which would bring about Valhalla. This of course is a standard grain king/matriarchal queen of life-birth-death sort of myth, same as some… more modern stories. –I’m kind of a mythology geek too-
By the 1890’s- hundreds of ships had gone down at Hell Gate and the US Army Corps of Engineers Major General John Newton was tasked with fixing Hell Gate.
Irregular reefs and whirlpools have claimed dozens of ships in this part of the river and the commercial interests of New York City demanded that the Corps of Engineers render the area navigable. After the efforts of the French engineer, M. Benjamin Maillefert failed in 1856, the task of taming Hells Gate fell to John Newton, lieutenant- colonel of engineers, brevet major-general of the Army Corps of Engineers. His men dug tunnels branching downwards from a coffer dam and under the river itself. These tunnels were packed with explosives and the reefs were detonated from below. The work was made manifest in two detonations. The latter, 1885 event was the largest manmade explosion in human history. The explosion was heard as far away as Princeton, New Jersey- and was unsurpassed in destructive intensity (by WW1 and WW2 mind you) until the explosion of the atom bomb over Hiroshima, Japan in 1945.
Oddly enough, the remains of what just might be Block’s Tyger was found in 1916 by workmen excavating ground in Manhattan for a subway extension. It was near the corner of Greenwich and Dey, twenty feet under the ground and due east of where the World Trade Center’s North Tower was. The remains should still be in the hands of the Museum of the City of New York. The Old Salt Blog has an interesting article on the Tyger as well as photos of the ship as it was found.
Also, if anything you read here is contradictory to something you know, leave a comment and let’s talk about it…
The Cemetery Belt
Visible from space, the Cemetery Belt is contained entirely within the Newtown Pentacle – First Calvary, Second Calvary, Cypress Hill’s, St. Michael’s, Mt. Olivet, and Mount Zion represent the interments of tens of millions of New Yorkers. Three million lie in new Calvary alone. The estimated number of those at rest is triple the live population of Queens.
The vast majority of these graves were laid down in the first half of the 20th century. The names on the headstones are the names of forgotten celebrities, politicians, mobsters and molls. The movers and shakers of their time, many had elaborate mausoleums and tomb markers built for themselves- but the vast majority of those who lie here were ordinary people. Old Calvary in particular is home to some of the most interesting stone work in the entire city. However, like much of the Newtown Pentacle, respect for the dead didn’t hinder Robert Moses from pushing through.
this is a stitched panorama- check out the huge original at flickr. (click “all sizes”) The funeral scene in “the Godfather” was filmed at Old Calvary for instance, not too far from the spot pictured above.
The vast Necropolis was built in response to deadly outbreaks of cholera in Manhattan’s tenements in the 1830’s and 40’s. At the time, cemeteries were all over the place- including back yard plots and storefront church cellars, and the belief amongst the body politic was that these bodies were poisoning the ground water and causing the cholera. Thus, a proclamation (the Rural Cemeteries act of 1847) that no new cemeteries would be allowed in Manhattan was announced, and the creation of the Cemetery Belt began. What’s more, between 1854 and 1856- the exhumation, transport, and reinterment of nearly 15,000 bodies from Manhattan to Queens was accomplished. Here’s an article from newsday about it.
Death was and is big business, and Long Island City was and is all about business. Ferry service ran from Manhattan and Brooklyn bringing the bereaved up Newtown Creek to the New Calvary Pier in Blissville.
The Long Island Railroad maintained a station at Penny Bridge carrying mourners from all points east. Funeral processions involved marching bands and extensive paegentry. A trip to the graveyard was like visiting a sculpture park for the whole family, with exquisite landscaping and an arboretum of exotic trees and flowering plants sprouting from a grassy hill. Clothes were crisply laundered in boiling water (using lye as a detergent), children ordered to behave or else . What a change, if only for a few hours, from the gaslit darkness of Manhattan’s tenement alleys. A beautiful day with the family, spent at the Newtown Creek.
Quoting from James Riker Jr.’s “Annals of Newtown”, here’s how the area around Calvary came to be called Laurel Hill. from Brooklyn Genealogy
This village is located in the extreme northwestern corner of the town of Newtown and is separated from Brooklyn by Newtown Creek, which is spanned at this point by the old “Penny Bridge” built in 1836. A large portion of the land included in the village plan was formerly a part of the Alsop property. Here was the home of the Alsop family- a family now extinct in Newtown, although for more than two centuries they were among the most prominent residents of the town. Edward Waters once owned a farm here of a hundred acres, which he sold in 1852 to Jacob Rapelye. Augustus Rapelye, his son, became owner of seven or eight hundred acres of land here, and in 1853 laid out the first village lots. His map is known as “the four hundred lots.” George W. Edwards in 1845 bought a portion of the Alsop property, and subsequently that was laid out into building lots. The laboring people, who compose a large part of the population of the village, are principally employed in Calvary Cemetery, located here, and in the marble works in the immediate vicinity. In 1858 Henry Schafer established his cabinet manufactory here, and for several years manufactured a general line of cabinet ware; but for the last ten or twelve years he has made a specialty of children’s cribs and cradles, in which he and his sons are doing a business of considerable proportions. The shirt manufactory of Edward H. Inglis furnishes employment for twenty or thirty female operators. A post-office was established here in the summer of 1881, with James Duffy as postmaster .
THE LAUREL HILL CHEMICAL WORKS. These works were established in 1866, by C.W. Walter and A. Baumgarten, but remained comparatively small for several years. In 1871 G.H. Nichols and W.H. Nichols entered the firm, and A. Baumgarten retired. In 1872 their first oil of vitriol works were erected. The acid gave such satisfaction that increased manufacturing facilities were required, and one factory after another was erected, until now the works comprise the largest plant for the manufacture of oil of vitriol in the United States. Muriatic, nitric and other acids are made in quantity, as well as Paris white and whiting. The proprietors have recently purchased a copper pyrites mine in Canada, and intend taking the ores to Laurel Hill, extracting the sulphur in the manufacture of oil of vitriol, and smelting the copper in works about to be erected. In May 1875 Mr. Walter and his family were lost on the “Schiller,” and the works have since been the exclusive property of G.H. Nichols & Co., and are only one of several enterprises in which they are engaged. The superintendent of the chemical works is J.B.F. Herreshoff; of the whiting warks, E.V. Crandall. The analyist is Lucius Pitkin. The buildings shown in the illustration, where the business is now conducted, have all been erected by the present proprietors, the first plant erected by Walter & Baumgarten having been entirely removed. The present buildings cover one block, 200 by 300 feet on one side of the railroad and on the other side 200 by 240 feet, with a dock frontage on the creek of about 400 feet. The capacity of the works at present is the production daily of about 600 carboys of oil of vitrol, besides muriatic and nitric acid made from sulphuric acid as a base. The whiting works produce about 10,000 bbls. annually. Forty thousand pounds of sulphur is burned daily in cold weather, but less during the summer months. The business employs from sixty to seventy-five men steadily. The manufacturers are redeeming several lots now under water, and contemplate a new dock on the creek, to cost from $5,000 to $6,000, on which they are to erect copper furnaces for smelting ore. CALVARY CEMETERY. This cemetery, which is located at Laurel Hill, was set apart and consecrated in 1848. It is one of the most accessible rural cemeteries near New York, and it would be difficult to select a lovelier or fitter spot as a place of sepulture. The old ground comprised one hundred and ten acres, but in 1853 a charter was obtained from the State by the trustees of St. Patrick’s cathedral, New York city, for 250 acres; 165 acres of this are now enclosed. The artesian well in that part of the enclosure called New Calvary was sunk in 1879. It is 606 feet deep and 6 3/4 inches in diameter, and was bored in white granite for a large part of its depth. Last year 32,000 persons died in the city of New York, and of this number 15,500 were buried in Calvary. The cemetery keeps one hundred and fifty men regularly employed, and two hundred more are kept at work by the relatives and friends of the deceased. Here may be found some of the choicest of materials and the finest models in monumental structure; and here we may mention as worthy of note the vault and chapel built by John Johnston, at a cost of $75,000, and regarded as one of the finest to be found in any ground. This cemetery is to the Catholics of New York what Greenwood is to the Protestant population. Since 1872 Hugh Moore has been the general superintendent, and to his ability much of the beauty and attractiveness of the place is due; he has been assisted by Michael Rowen. The mortuary chapel, of fine architectural design and finish, was built in 1856. The present chaplain is Rev. M.J. Brennan.
The Night Soil and Offal Docks, and Jell-O
Not Furmans Island, but pretty close by in 2008
I was seeking out some information on a shunned 1960’s religious group which had headquartered at a disused 19th century Satmar Yeshiva (which burned to ash in 1973) over on the Greenpoint side when I read about “Conrad Wessel’s noxious and pestilential night soil and offal dock on Furman’s Island, along the Newtown Creek”. This reference was connected to Gov. Flower’s “smelling committee” which traveled up Newtown Creek in a steamboat during the summer of 1894 to confirm that the waterway did, in fact, smell. The Smelling Committee placed much blame for the miasma which permeated Long Island City, Dutch Kills, and Greenpoint at the doorstep of the bone boilers on Furman’s Island.
A muddy patch midway at the branch of Maspeth Creek with the main waterway, Furman’s (originally Smith’s) island was connected to the shore by a plank road. This plank road would later become Maspeth Avenue. At the corner of Gardner, where the Maspeth Tanks towered until just recently- was Peter Cooper‘s Glue Factory. This picture is from the Brooklyn public library:
Cooper- as in Cooper Union- and Canton Iron- as in B&O Railroad- as in the first transatlantic telegraph wire- was a brilliant chemist who worked in the “we use every part of the pig but the squeal” days of the American meat industry. By 1870, his operation specialized in the refinement of glues, albumen, and aspic from bone and inedible parts of animals. He invented the process by which gelatin can be powderized, flavored, and shipped to waiting consumers. His product- jell-O brand gelatin (patented 1845), is just one of the many everyday items invented and originally manufactured on our troubled newtown waters. One of New York’s greatest men, Cooper’s factory was nevertheless a gigantic animal tissue distillery which was spewing a plume of grease and acid directly into the Newtown Creek. Dead animals were collected all over the greater New York area (these were the horse and buggy days) and loaded onto barges headed for Furman’s Island. Also, human and animal poop littered the streets of Manhattan in those days.
The classic Sanitation man, in white uniform with a pail on wheels and armed with brooms and brushes- the sort you see show up in old warner bros. cartoons- was part of a nocturnal army who would open hydrants and water mains on top of the hill at 5th ave. and sweep the filth down to the rivers. This accumulation was in turn loaded on barges destined for… you guessed it… Newtown Creek. This is also where your grandmother’s threats about becoming a street sweeper if you didn’t do your homework come from. I grew up in the 70’s, and “garbage man” was a solid, well paying, union job.
Cooper’s men would first boil the organics and by-products, reducing them to fatty acid kept near boiling, then the foul chowder would be pumped through ceramic pipes to become constituents for whatever use Mr Cooper, or later his nephews Charles and George, desired. A reading of Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle”, which is admittedly based in Chicago, gives a fairly good taste of what life must have been like on New York’s own bubbly creek back then. Compare with “How the Other Half Lives: Studies Among the Tenements of New York” by Jacob Riis for the New York slant.
Cooper was the largest of the bone boilers, but not the only one. His plant was considered a model as compared to the Fertilizer and Rendering Works of Peter Van Iderstein, Jr. or Fred Heffner’s fat rendering operation. Also present along the Creek was the aforementioned Conrad Wessel’s Offal Dock, along with wire manufacturers like William Grossback and Co., and Charles Tendele’s Provisions dealership. Thousands of small operations worked in barns and sheds shoeing horses and building crates and barrels.
For a free historic New York Times column on the Smelling Committee and it’s findings- click here (registration required)
Its not the oil spill you should worry about folks, for things darker than petroleum flow beneath the gentle waves of the Newtown Creek.
Also, if anything you read here is contradictory to something you know, leave a comment and let’s talk about it…
