Showing posts with label East Falls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label East Falls. Show all posts

Monday, March 13, 2017

Back in Time

I drove by my childhood home in East Falls this past weekend and I was surprised to see this house abandoned and in disrepair as this house held so many happy memories for me. I have not lived here in 47 years.




How many times I remember going in and out of that front door. I played Jax on those front steps more times than I could ever count. The first floor was our living room. The second floor was my parents' bedroom and the third floor was the room where my brothers Michael and Artie slept. There was a flag pole outside their window and I remember how that flag flapped in the wind. Once I thought a bat hung from it though I wonder if that was my imagination as I had such an incredible imagination as a child. We did indeed see our share of bats as Laurel Hill Cemetery was one block away and known for the bats that found refuge there in the 1960's. I spent many afternoons riding my bike or roller skating in the street in front of this house. It is sad to see something that held such wonderful memories be left standing without any windows. When my parents' lived here the house and yard was beautifully maintained.



Look at the brick work. It looks as if it was once painted over and now the paint is peeling. Who would paint over brick? The first floor windows was the location of the dining room and kitchen. I remember my mother playing cards with her neighborhood friends in this kitchen. I used to love to hang out and watch. Behind that second floor middle window was the bathroom and the window towards the back was one of the windows to our playroom where I spent countless hours playing with my dolls and where my imagination went wild. The windows on the third floor on the left was where my brother's slept and on the right was where my sister and I slept. My sister and I had the back bedroom. Once upon a time there was a beautifully maintained side yard. It is full of garbage today.



The back of this house held the shed that led to the back yard. Once my grandmother slept in that shed when someone tried to break in the back door of her house which was two blocks over on Ridge Ave and my grandfather and uncles worked nights at Midvale Steel. My grandmother flew out her front door and ran over to my parents' house and the only door open was the back door to the shed. These were the days before cell phones and if you did not hear someone knocking or in my grandmother's case banging on the door one slept in the shed. Behind that second floor window was the back of the play room and behind the third floor window was the bedroom my sister and I shared. I remember looking out from that window to the yard and all the adjoining yards that met up with our yard. That was the yard where my baby ducks swam. Yes. I had ducks as a child.


It saddens me to see how this house deteriorated in the last 47yrs. Neighborhoods change. Time goes on and we can never go back. Even in my adulthood I often dream of living in this house. It represented a very happy time in my life. It was a time I had my friends Linda Kenney, Kathy Conboy, Marlene Caruso and Margie Gallagher. It was a time of carefree days with no worries or concerns. Days spent jumping double dutch, playing with dolls, roller skating, bike riding, splashing under the fire hydrant on hot summer days, sitting on the front steps on hot summer nights.


You can never go back except in your memories.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Old Fall's Tavern

Built in 1731 and Demolished in 1971
 

                                                             
 
Located at 4145 Ridge Ave (circ 1963)

Saturday, July 02, 2011

John Patrick Gallagher



I wonder if the angels are waiting? I wonder if he can see the light? I wonder if his parents and brother are extending their hands out to pull him up through the gates of heaven. That transition from life to death when the spirit leaves the body and enters into paradise. I remember when my grandmother was dying, which was nearly 21 years ago this month. She pointed to a light only she could see and called out to my Aunt Nana, my grandfather's sister who died a few years after my grandfather. She kept saying, "can you see the people in the light" and we said "yes" even though we could not see what she was seeing. Some people do not believe the dead can come back. I believe they can and do to help the dying cross that bridge into eternity. For many death is a term in which many people avoid. To me it is a glorious transition from one state to another where one finds eternal joy and happiness. It is the dying that frightens people for dying is like birth, the process of leaving one state and entering into another. Some births are easy while others are difficult. The same can be said of dying.

My fascination with cemeteries sounds morbid to some, but to me it is about those who came before us, their lives meant something to someone, cemeteries are the proof that they existed. Uncle Jack and I had many conversations about Laurel Hill Cemetery. He once told me it was where he learned how to love history, math and music. He would lay atop a mausoleum and listen to the bands from the Music Center adjoined to the cemetery. The cemetery is a historical site where many famous people are interred, therefore he learned about history. He knew the age of death by subtracting the birth date from the death date. He worked there under the caretakers known as the "Prouds". He lived across the street from that cemetery and played cards with Earl Proud in the caretaker's residence on the cemetery's grounds. My uncle often told me he wanted to be interred in Laurel Hill. He felt a connection with the place and the thought of interment there was a comfort. I am not sure he ever conveyed this to his family, or if they would want him here in Philadelphia, as his family is on the West coast.

Uncle Jack will be remembered for his laughing eyes, so much like my grandfather's eyes. Out of all the siblings, Uncle Jack most resembles his father. Uncle Jack will be remembered for his loud voice, his laughter, his cursing out other drivers who in his eyes never drove properly. He will be remembered for his presence as he would take the air out of a room just with his walk into a room, so much as his father would. He will be remembered for his love of his children and grandchildren, and I will remember him for always telling me this as we hung up the phone.

If this is your time, sweet uncle, I pray you cross swiftly and painlessly into the arms of Uncle Billy, grandmom and grandpop, as they will show you the way through the gates of heaven.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Email I Received

Thanks Bridget for sharing some of your history. I hope you come back and share more.

Subject: Mildred Caffrey
"I believe she is my Godmother. My name was given to me by a Mildred, and she lived where my parents did many years ago. I was baptized at St. Bridget's. My family name is Smith, I was born on Ridge ave above Millie the butcher around the corner from the "BATHY". I am in my 60's now so it was along time ago. I enjoyed reading your blogs, and the research you have done is amazing. Thanks for allowing me to spend time with our beloved East Falls. Best to you, Bridget Mildred Smith, oh yea I switch my names when I was old enough."

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

PhillyBilly

I received a comment on an earlier post I wrote and I hope the gentleman who wrote it contacts me by personal email because I would really like to speak with him about Mt. Vernon since some of my relatives from County Mayo were grave diggers at the cemetery. Here is the comment left to me today.

"Cool Site...I was fascinated to see the list of pastors of St. Bridget's. My great, grandparents were married there in 1889, by the Rev. William Walsh, who was a cousin to the family.Of interest, my great grandfather worked in Mt. Vernon Cemetery, located at the corner of Ridge & Lehigh Ave., adjacent to Laurel Hill Cemetery. His son, my grandfather, served as the caretaker for the cemetery for more than 30 years living in the home on the grounds. Over those years, he hired countless Irish immigrants, many living in the work bunker until they had enough money to rent or buy their first home in America. Most of those men were from the eastern part of County Mayo, or western Sligo...the portion that was eventually transferred to Mayo in 1898.I intend to read your site cover to cover as time permits. Thanks for making it public.All the Best...Bill H. (Rydal, PA)"

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Earliest Memories Of The Ridge Avenue House


  • Being in a crib on the third floor bedroom of my grandparents house on Ridge Avenue in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia. I remember my older brother was in the room with me and I also remember being frighten over a noise in the closet. My brother ran downstairs and left me in the crib. I cried but no one heard me.
  • Watching my grandmother climb out a bedroom window to grab my brother off the second story roof.
  • Watching my grandmother grab my brother off the back yard fence as he was climbing over it.
  • Remembering the bed frame breaking in the second story back bedroom of my grandparents' house. I believe it was the bed my Aunt slept in. I also believe my brother was jumping on it.
  • Sitting on a chair in my grandmother's kitchen watching her roll out dough to bake a pie. I remember she wore a house dress and the front of it was covered in flour.
  • Watching my grandmother wash clothes using a ringer washer. She told me not to get too close or I could get my arm caught in the ringer. I used to have visions of losing my arm in that ringer.
  • Sitting on the basement steps watching my grandfather shovel coal into a furnace. I remember the high flames, a result of the hot burning coals.
  • Spending summer evenings sitting on the front steps of my grandparents' house and looking over to the cemetery (Laurel Hill) across the street and seeing the bats flying out of the trees.
  • Sometimes the Charles truck would come around and my uncles would buy chips and pretzels and surprise me with cookies.
  • Sitting on the front steps of my grandparents' house talking with my grandmother or taking a walk up to the drug store on Allegheny Avenue to buy an ice cream with my grandfather.

  • Remembering the Avon lady pushing a baby carriage with her products. I believe she was the victim of polio.

  • Watching the twilight zone on a television with a little black & white screen and thinking the creature on the television could climb out of the set and get me.

  • Watching Uncle Bill & grandmom getting into an argument over a woman Uncle Bill was seeing and witnessing Uncle Bill running down the stairs holding onto the banister on his way out the front door. The argument was about the woman being a divorcee. Uncle Bill would later marry that woman and have two children.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Monday, March 03, 2008

Because I Was Born And Raised Here, I Wanted To Share This Piece Of News

By Dianna Marder
INQUIRER STAFF WRITER

If a single city neighborhood could lay claim to the only outlet for something as exotic as Tunisian harissa pasta, would that neighborhood be considered chic? Maybe, but East Falls knows better than to put all its hope into one market basket.

Blessed with proximity to the Schuylkill (river and expressway), this slice of the city gave the world Grace Kelly and a slew of recipes for catfish. Thousands of commuters pass by daily on Ridge Avenue, and on weekends thousands more stroll and cycle by on Kelly Drive.

But for all its potential, East Falls seemed to sleep through the revivals in Manayunk, Fairmount, Brewerytown, Northern Liberties, Port Richmond and Fishtown.

Now the new Marketplace at East Falls is up and running, offering shoppers the Tunisian pasta and a Reading Terminal-style greengrocery. And more development is on the way.
With the anticipated infusion of nearly $400 million in public and private dollars, East Falls is in for an extreme makeover.
"Now there are a lot of pent-up expectations in East Falls," said Carolyn Sutton, who chairs the board of the East Falls Development Corp. "We all feel as though success is just around the corner."

But. In East Falls, there's always a but.

Fallsers, as the locals are known, have heard talk of an economic revival for nearly a decade - even as they watched restaurants open to acclaim and shutter for lack of customers.
The neighborhood's most prominent intersection, at Ridge and Midvale Avenues, still has more storefronts empty than occupied. Intense civic involvement breeds fractiousness that can make progress difficult. And native son Mark Sherman's return to the roost as a major real estate developer has only added complexity - and controversy - to a dizzying development scene.

"We've been waiting a long time," longtime resident Jerry McCormick said last month at a ceremony marking the lighting of the landmark Falls Bridge across the Schuylkill to accentuate the planned gateway. "I've lived here 26 years," said McCormick, a public school teacher, "and I've been waiting."

Updating a rich history Nestled by the Schuylkill and the Wissahickon in Northwest Philadelphia, East Falls is where John B. Kelly, the self-made millionaire and triple gold-medal-winning Olympic rower, raised Grace and Jack Jr. The Old Academy Playhouse, where Grace got her start, still draws crowds, and Kelly Drive was renamed in memory of Jack Jr. - an Olympic oarsman like his father and a member of City Council.

Gov. Rendell, U.S. Sen. Arlen Specter, U.S. Rep. Chaka Fatah, and a cadre of elite city officials whose jobs come with residency requirements have homes at the top of the hill, near Philadelphia University - in a section rich in architecture with estates that attest to a grand past.

There were indeed falls in East Falls - that's what made it such a haven for catfish. But the creation of the Fairmount Dam three miles downriver in the early 19th century ultimately submerged the falls, leaving only a few rocks protruding from the river. Millwork became more important then.

In the late 1800s, industrialists built mansions here that looked down on the lower falls - on their mills and the rowhomes they built for their workers.

But the community seems to split along the tracks where the R6 Norristown Line runs. Here the streets become narrow and steep, almost tumbling down toward the Schuylkill. This is where workers labored and lived in the 1850s.

Despite recent tensions at Thomas Mifflin Elementary School involving black parents and the school's white principal, the neighborhood's Democratic ward leader, Ralph Wynder, said East Falls was an integrated neighborhood that had not been negatively affected by racial issues.

Mayor Nutter, who represented the area on City Council, called East Falls "one of the most highly organized neighborhoods in the city."

Throughout the 1990s, the community battled the Philadelphia Housing Authority when it wanted to retreat from its promise to demolish and redevelop Schuylkill Falls, a blighted and crime-ridden high-rise public housing project. The project has been replaced with Falls Ridge and Hilltop at Falls Ridge, side-by-side developments of subsidized and market-price homes, townhouses and apartments.

With that issue resolved, the neighborhood's comeback gained momentum in the late 1990s when the newly formed East Falls Development Corp. adopted a master plan, initiated zoning changes, and began spreading the word that East Falls had room to grow and welcomed callers.

When Gina Snyder arrived to run the East Falls Development Corp. in 2002, she found the neighborhood ignoring its enviable waterfront. Now, thanks in large measure to her leadership, the neighborhood is determined to reconnect with the river.

Lighting the landmark Falls Bridge has been accomplished. New, well-lit public parking is in place under the Twin Bridges, and the city's Mural Arts Program is committed to making an art installation on the Twin Bridges' 80-foot supports. Across from the parking lot, renovations are under way to turn the remnants of a 1930s-era city swimming pool into a cafe and visitors center. (Pat's note; this is where the old bathey was located, in case you did not know) And there are plans to extend access to the river with a pier or boat dock.

At the key intersection where Kelly Drive meets Ridge and Midvale, a gateway will be created, said Snyder, with new streetlights, directional signs, crosswalks, trash receptacles, benches, trees - all designed to lure strollers and cyclists from Kelly Drive into East Falls' retail corridor.

The old Rivage catering hall site facing the river will be transformed, she said, into East Village, a complex with apartments, offices and shops on a protected pedestrian mall with off-street parking and a new through street.

Farther along Ridge Avenue, as it winds toward Scotts Lane, 19th-century manufacturing sites are being refitted as luxury apartments and condos with granite countertops, bringing as many as 500 residents.

On Henry Avenue, the old Medical College of Pennsylvania, site of the world's first medical college for women, will be retrofitted as market-rate apartments; subsidized living spaces and a community center for seniors; a school for autistic children; a production facility for Capogiro, an artisan gelato maker; plus shops, offices and a fitness facility.

The Arthur Ashe Tennis Center has a new 10,000-square-foot home on the riverfront. The basketball leagues that drew crowds and local heroes to Gustine Recreation Center have new indoor courts. The Catfish Cafe, a stalwart from the 1980s on Scotts Lane, is making a comeback.

Marketplace at East Falls, Jeff Baskin and Lisa Berger Baskin, husband-and-wife entrepreneurs, bought a 95,000-square-foot tract on Ridge Avenue in 2001 because it came with city tax advantages. They did not immediately envision a market.
They rented a section in the rear to a sheet-metal fabricator, and made space in the front for a fitness center and the offices of an event planner. With these three thriving, the Baskins courted renters for the remaining 22,000 or so feet.

When nothing developed, Jeff Baskin, who previously owned and operated a produce stand at Pike Place Market in Seattle, decided to create the Marketplace at East Falls.

The historically significant building housed America's first commercial computer, and for the opening in November, Baskin put enlarged archival photos of the 16,000 pound Univac on the walls of his Marketplace.

The market's closest neighbor, the Victorian-era Laurel Hill Cemetery, draws visitors from around the world, so the Marketplace should be easy to find. But it may be difficult to enter.

A median blocks southbound drivers from turning left into the market, and the next opportunity to turn is in North Philadelphia.

Lisa Berger Baskin is working at the city and state levels to get the go-ahead for a left-turn lane.

Undaunted, the Baskins hope to open additional vendor space in 2008, and they say the market's first bar mitzvah party is scheduled in the spring. "The community has really embraced us," Jeff Baskin said.

Why on a side street? Not far from the market sits Mark Sherman, the native-son real estate investor. Sherman grew up in public housing, served as a cook in the Navy, became a roofer, and then made a fortune buying and selling homes in University City. In 2000, Sherman said, he started selling those holdings, estimated at $20 million. He turned his attention to East Falls and now owns a considerable amount of well-placed acreage in much of his old neighborhood.

But he has invested the bulk of his time and attention - and $30 million of his money - into an unconventional enclave on Scotts Lane.

Sherman Mills, the development he hopes he will be remembered for, is an amalgam of luxe living spaces, working studios for emerging artists, event space popular with the corporate crowd, and a cozy cafe where they all can mingle. The Pennsylvania Ballet company is at home here, at least for the next six years.

Sherman envisions his Mills as a venture so unusual it will one day be a stop for the Philly Flash bus tour, bringing visitors from across the country. This leaves some Fallsers scratching their heads. They wonder why Sherman is investing millions to create Shangri-la on a side steet, and doing what appears to be the minimal with his properties in the neighborhood's retail core.

At Midvale and Ridge - the spot designated in the community's master plan as a future gateway - Sherman owns the building that houses the popular beer-and-burrito bar Johnny Mañanas, noted for the gigantic chile pepper that adorns the exterior.

Diagonal to that, Sherman owns a hulking Masonic hall that sits empty, awaiting the proper tenant. One would be hard-pressed to eat in the area without encountering a Sherman property. He owns the buildings that house two bar-and-grills, Buckets on Midvale and the Pour House on Ridge; Franco's Trattoria (formerly Verge), the area's only white-tablecloth restaurant; and the soon-to-reopen Catfish Cafe.

Critics, among them former Sprigs restaurateur Sally Ferry, wish Sherman had done more to save the eateries that went under in buildings he owns - Verge, Indigo, Sprigs and Well Grounded - perhaps giving the owners a temporary break on the rent. Others say he should lower his retail rents across the board, just to get occupants.

But Manayunk developer Dan Neducsin dismissed that idea. "Rent is just one factor of your business," said Neducsin. "I think Sherman's charging less than I'm getting in Manayunk."
Gila Williams, who owned the coffee shop that went under, Well Grounded, said she couldn't blame Sherman for her tough economic times.

Rising gasoline prices cut into her customers' discretionary spending, she said, and a Dunkin' Donuts opened nearby with off-street parking.

Carolyn Sutton, who at one point owned the successful Borgia Cafe in Society Hill, said East Falls needed a balance of restaurants and retail. "Every time a restaurant doesn't make it here," she said, "a store won't, either." Sherman agreed, and said renting to shopkeepers or restaurateurs whose businesses are likely to fail does more harm than good. "When a business closes," he said, "it is a setback for the whole neighborhood."
So instead of letting his properties languish, Sherman said, he has backed businesses - sometimes to the point of hiring managers and staff - to keep places such as the Pour House, Buckets, and the Cafe at Sherman Mills running until a permanent owner can take over.

That's a help, said Robert Inman, who teaches public finance and urban fiscal policy at the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School. But there is a debate among economists, he said, about what it takes to create the snowball effect needed to revitalize a neighborhood. Inman doesn't buy the notion that one big-ticket venue, such as the soccer stadium planned in Chester, can do the whole job. "And I don't think new restaurants are enough to turn a neighborhood around, either," he said. "My sense is that it takes new residents. When higher-income, educated residents move into a neighborhood, they create a demand for restaurants and retailing they can walk to. Once those new businesses develop and thrive, word gets out beyond the neighborhood, and the snowballing builds."

That seems to be where East Falls is headed.

For Sherman, who describes himself as a guy who doesn't like to stay in one place too long, that's good news. When the time is right, Sherman said, he'll sell his East Falls holdings, just as he did in University City, because he enjoys setting things up more than keeping them going. "My position in the world is to empower others and then go away," he said.

Room for growth, considering that it took 20 years for Manayunk to morph from an industrial backwater, East Falls has accomplished much since 2000. "Besides, we don't want to become Manayunk," Snyder said. "We want the kind of development here that benefits residents - not pushes them out. "Even with all the projects on the books so far, the community will have room for growth.

But at one potentially desirable tract - the site once occupied by the Eastern Pennsylvania Psychiatric Institute -development will be stalled at least three years. The city's Youth Study Center, which is being pushed out of Center City to make way for the Barnes Foundation, will move to that spot in East Falls while awaiting its permanent home in West Philadelphia.

Small steps, and some steps backward, "are part of the definition of economic development," said Ken Weinstein, the developer who brought the Trolley Car Diner to Mount Airy and hopes to make the old public pool house by the river, Bathey House, a charming cafe. "Somebody does a project that encourages somebody else and so on. East Falls is getting there, and it is absolutely going to make it."

Contact staff writer Dianna Marder at 215-854-4211 or dmarder@phillynews.com. Read her recent work at http://go.philly.com/diannamarder

Friday, September 28, 2007

What Was Once Known As Dobson Row

Why photograph abandon houses you may ask? Because once they are torn down the history is gone and being born in East Falls makes me nostalgic for a time long gone. A time when life was simple. A time when I felt nothing but happiness. A time when all the neighbors knew one another and actually enjoyed each other's company. For long summer nights hanging out on the front steps chatting with friends.

One such area of East Falls held a lot of memories especially for my mother. She knew nearly everyone on this small block of rowhouses. Houses built for the employees of the once popular Dobson Mills.
Today, the old mill has been torn down and in its place are these condos as seen here on the other side of the railroad tracks as I stand on Dobson Row.
Those who lived on Dobson's Row had the railroad as their view from the street and their backyards. I am not sure when the last member of this historic block moved out but I was told there were residents as of ten years ago.
Less than a dozen homes on this block known as Dobson Row.
Dobson Row lead into another once historic street known as P&R Railroad Road that once contained a series of "Trinity" rowhouses that ran along the railroad tracks. These houses on this small alley-like cobblestone road were built for the employees of the railroad in the late 19th century. Today, the houses are gone and the street (alley) is overgrown with weeds and gated off. I remember cutting through this street on my way home from St. Bridget's as a little girl.
When I look at these homes I could almost see the life that once danced in them.
Today, they await the bulldozer.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Old Academy


Click on the link for the history of this magnificent place located on Indian Queen Lane in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia. It was first a local schoolhouse then a local playhouse for actors including Grace Kelly.

1890 Property Of Henry B. Ritter

According to the 1890 Directory, Henry Ritter moved his Hotel & Saloon business to this property at Sunnyside & Cresson Streets in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia from his location on Main Street in the Manayunk Section of Philadelphia.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

1930 Photo of 34th & Allegheny

http://www.phillyhistory.org/PhotoArchive/Detail.aspx?SharePhotoId=fb337b4e454d441986a2a75aad60e7a9

Click & scroll down to view picture.

1955 Photo Of Ridge & Indian Queen Lane

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Click & scroll down to view picture of the Falls Pharmacy.

1955 Photo Of Ridge & Midvale (III)

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Click & scroll down to view picture. This corner store is the current location of the Mexican Restaurant.

1955 Photo Of Ridge & Midvale (II)

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Click & scroll down to view picture. This was the corner store I use to go to after school when I was a student at St. Bridget's.

1955 Photo Of Ridge & Midvale

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Click & scroll down to view picture. Gas station is on the Kelly drive side of Midvale.

1949 Photo Of 3548 Scott Lane

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1955 Photo Of Clearfield & Hunting Park

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Click & scroll down to view picture. Take notice of Mt Peace Cemetery located on the right.

1927 Photo Of 32nd & Clearfield

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1949 Archive Photo Of Ridge & Scott Lane

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