Saturday, June 30, 2012

Public Pool trip #1-Asher Levy

Summer time in the city is a smelly hell when the temperature gets above 90. Luckily with the closing of public schools comes the opening of public outdoor pools. I am about to embark on my first trip of the season. After a long week of packing up our office I am ready to swim my stress away.

Here is some historical info about Asher Levy Pool:

Asser Levy Recreation Center and Pool

The Asser Levy Recreation Center has its origins in the Public Health movement of the turn of the last century. Between 1820 and 1870, New York City’s population increased tenfold, while cholera and typhoid epidemics raged through crowded neighborhoods. Most tenement buildings lacked such basic facilities as toilets and showers. In 1896 a survey conducted in the Lower East Side revealed an average of one bathtub for every 79 families.
To fight dirt, and the ills associated with it, reformers promoted the idea of municipally-run public bathing facilities. The first plea for public bathhouses was made in an 1889 New York Times editorial by Dr. Simon Baruch, an authority on the "curative power of water," who had investigated the public baths in Europe. In 1895 a state law requiring local health boards to build public baths was passed. However it was not until 1901 that the city’s first public bathhouse opened at Rivington Street; this facility was named in honor of Dr. Baruch in 1917. He is perhaps better known as the father of Bernard Baruch, industrial and economic advisor to the federal government during both World Wars.
In 1903 the Department of Docks and Ferries surrendered property on Avenue A for a new bathhouse to the Manhattan Borough President. When it opened in 1908, the facility was called the East 23rd Street Bathhouse. It was designed by architects Arnold W. Brunner and William Martin Aiken. Echoing the style of ancient Roman baths, the architecture was inspired by the "City Beautiful" movement, a turn-of-the-century effort to create civic architecture in the United States that would rival the monuments of the great European capitals. In 1974 the bathhouse was honored as a New York City landmark. It is a superb example of the Roman Revival style, which features vaulted ceilings, balconies, mullion windows, skylights, and stone urns.
The bathhouse was later named for Asser Levy, a Jewish trailblazer in colonial times. The street to the west of the bathhouse was named for Levy by local law in 1954. Levy and a group of 23 Jews fled Brazil in 1654 to seek refuge in New Amsterdam. Shortly after their arrival, Governor Peter Stuyvesant attempted to evict the Jews from the settlement. Levy became the first Jewish citizen of the colony and was the leading advocate of civil rights for Jews, challenging Stuyvesant on such issues as citizenship, the right to bear arms, and property ownership. He was the first Jew to serve in a militia and own property, the first kosher butcher in the New World, and a founding member of Shearith Israel, the country’s first Jewish congregation. Shearith Israel’s synagogue (1897) on Central Park West was co-designed by Arnold W. Brunner, who was also the co-designer of the bathhouse at East 23rd Street.
In 1936 new outdoor swimming and diving pools and a new playground expanded the site’s recreational facilities. Parks gained jurisdiction over the bathhouse and recreation center in 1938. From 1988 to 1990, the facility was closed to the public due to an extensive restoration. Both indoor and outdoor pools were rebuilt, and a senior citizens’ room, auditorium, fitness center, and wading pool were added.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Last Day at 600 Lex aka Mr. Suits

The last day of things make me sad, even things I don’t like or feel nothing much for. I blame my mother. It started with Mr. Suits, that ugly old tan two door my father drove in the early 80’s. I don’t even know what kind of car it was. All I know was it was small, stinky, didn’t have an air conditioner, and only had AM radio.  The worst part about Mr. Suits, what earned him his moniker on our last ride together, was his tan and green plaid seats.

The whole family piled into Mr. Suits so we could drive down to the dealership and trade him in for our new fancy black four door, which not only had ac, FM radio and electric windows and doors, it also had a tape player! My mother hated Mr. Suits more than any of us. She couldn’t wait to upgrade to our new car which she had already lovingly named “Black Beauty,” she was always naming inanimate objects and giving them back stories.  

So there we were driving in our old wreck of a car for the last time excitedly anticipating our first ride in our classy new mobile when my mother says, “I am going to miss Mr. Suits.”
Who’s Mr. Suits someone must have asked. I don’t remember the exact dialogue, hell it was over 30 years ago, but what I remember clearly was the change in my mood. I went from pure joy and excitement to feeling sorry for a car we all hated.  
Good Bye 600 Lexington Ave!





Thursday, June 7, 2012

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To the Train

On the Bus

Down Lexington

On Foot

On 3rd Ave


Through the trees

E 17th Street

Entering Dog Park
Home Again