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rednoodlealien and I were commiserating on dreadful street… - Riffs and Licks
rednoodlealien and I were commiserating on dreadful street names, in a conversation about the NYC Map Portal. I grew up on Dickie Avenue, named for Dr. Samuel Dickie, head of the National Prohibition Party for twelve years and a Prohibition candidate for Governor of Michigan. Along with John G. Wooley (Wooley Avenue is two blocks away from Dickie Avenue) he founded a national prohibition newspaper.

If you haven't figured it out already, the neighborhood I grew up (Westerleigh, on Staten Island) in was founded by a temperance group and was once known as Prohibition Park.

And speaking of the old neighborhood, one of the very very few people from my childhood I'm still in touch with pointed me to this page of photos and information about Palmer's Run, "the brook" of my childhood, complete with a photo of the bridge that we used to cross over to go to the candy store. I'd love to have photos of it all before it was filled in (not, I'm sure, that anyone misses the horrendous flooding that used to follow every rain).

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rednoodlealien From: rednoodlealien Date: February 9th, 2005 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
That's really cool. There were bridges over creeks in Midland Beach too - on the other side of Midland Avenue from me, the more run-down side of town. I was in the habit senior year of high school of walking to school in the morning (about 3 mi or so). It was part fitness insanity, part, well, enjoying walking through that part of Midland Beach over bridges and creeks. I told you my story about My Fascination with the Midwest. When I walked over those creeks I could really imagine I was in parts unknown, like some holler out in West Virginia or something. It really spoke to my imagination and longing for something beyond Stultifying Island.
steelbrassnwood From: steelbrassnwood Date: February 9th, 2005 04:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I walked to high school too, partially out of a desire to manage my own time, and partially due to the knowledge that being in a predictable place at a predictable time with a group of my "peers" would not necessarily be good for my health. It was a nice walk through old Port Richmond, but no bridges or creeks on the way.

Considering that so many kids dream about fleeing their midwestern towns and coming to New York City, I think there's something poignant and funny about you growing up in NYC and dreaming of the midwest. There might be a song in there, in fact.
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