the magical garden on east 6th street

There are many spots in New York City where you can feel transported to another place and sometimes even another time. Mostly it happens in indoor spaces. You walk into a tiny Vietnamese restaurant and all of the sudden you could be in Hanoi, eating Pho from a steaming bowl on a stainless steel counter under the florescent lights. Or you could be in an indoor market examining the baskets full of guava and fresh tamarind pods as you feel up the avocados trying to find two that are ripe enough for today’s dinner and you could easily be in Mexico City. Rarely can you be transported from an outdoor space, because New York is so very New York.

6BC Garden in all its glory

6BC Garden in all its glory

There is a community garden on East 6th Street that does transport me – to England I go. It is what I imagine a garden would look like in someone’s big backyard. It is not manicured like a formal garden of the upper classes, but exuberant and lush. I read once that there are people in England who like to tend their gardens in the nude. I think that it is the kind of garden a naked gardener would have. A wannabee formal garden that is a tiny bit wild.

A tiny lily pond

A tiny lily pond

When the gardeners took over the abandoned spaces in Loisaida and began to transform them, they salvaged the rubble. They used the brick and the broken pieces of ornate cornices carved in brownstone and limestone from the fallen buildings. The brick paths in the garden and the flowerbed edges are from pieces of fallen tenements. The buildings live on nestled in the good dirt.

a bench for contemplation

a bench for contemplation

brick path

brick path

spring flowering in orchard alley

It’s been the longest winter. We were wearing winter coats last week. Recently there were a couple of days where it went up to the mid-seventies and I saw girls walking around in shorts and people broke out their sandals not even caring that they hadn’t had a pedicure. Then the next day we were back in scaves and mittens, the sky was grey and the wind was biting your face. We’ve been so wishful and optimistic. I broke out my new yellow spring biking jacket on a sunny morning only to tie a sweater from work  around my neck as a make-shift scarf for the bike ride home.

Nevertheless, nature will not be held back and there is a flowering in spite of the cool weather. I took these photos in Orchard Alley, a community garden on East 4th Street with my new camera that I’m learning to use. The garden was tranquil despite it being a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Two gardeners were happily digging in the dirt and two little girls slowly strolled on the brick paths and smelled the newborn flowers.

Orchard Alley is peaceful jewel-like garden with brick paths and garden beds constructed with rocks from the rubble left behind. I remember it when it was a shanty town in the early nineties, rows and rows of structures in grey dust. The gardeners, the people who are compelled to make something out of nothing, put their hands on it and now it is a splotch of green in an urban landscape. If you walk past the garden in the early morning, right before dawn, you will hear a symphony of birds who sleep in a giant bamboo. Their chattering to each other when they rise, is so loud, so sonorous and so extraordinary in New York City that you have to blink and look around to remember where you are.

Orchard Alley community garden

Orchard Alley community garden

Paths made from brick salvaged from fallen tenements

Paths made from brick salvaged from fallen tenements

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chalk – remembering the victims of the triangle factory fire

It was last year when I first saw the chalk memorials on the sidewalks. The colorful and almost cheerful lettering screamed from the ground with its details. The age of the victim, young and on the cusp of adulthood. The memorials were written on the sidewalk in front of their former homes. As you stand there and read, you are thinking “she walked out of this very apartment building on her last morning at the start of spring with her whole life ahead of her”.

Because of the concentration of immigrants in our neighborhood during the Industrial Revolution, the childlike memorials are everywhere on our streets. Especially sad are the chalk memorials of sisters, where two or even three of the teenagers and young women of the family perished in the fire at the Triangle Waist Factory on March 25, 1911.

The fire claimed the lives of 146 garment workers, mostly young women and girls who toiled in unsafe conditions sewing the Gibson Girl shirtwaists that were fashionable at the time. They were the victims of greed. Doors leading to staircases were locked “to prevent theft”. Escape routes were blocked and the firemen’s ladders could not reach them. Many trapped and panicked workers jumped to their deaths from the windows with their hair and clothes ablaze.

The tragedy horrified the city and galvanized a movement for worker’s rights. Every year, artist Ruth Sergel organizes volunteers draw the chalk memorials. To learn more about the Triangle Waist Company Fire go here. To learn more about the Chalk memorials and to volunteer for 2014 go here.

This was my first year participating and these are the memorials my friend Katy and I drew.

Ida Pearl, 20 years old was born in Russia. She was a union member.

Ida Pearl

Ida Pearl

Fannie Rosen, 21 years old. Born in Russia. Had started working at the Triangle factory two days earlier.

Fannie Rosen

Fannie Rosen

Velye Schochet, 21 years old, was born in Germany. She was a union member.

Velye Schochet

Velye Schochet

Annie Pack, 18 years old, was born in Austria. She was a union member.

Annie Pack

Annie Pack

loisaida street art II

Out and about in the neighborhood, I’ve recently come across this public art to share with you. To see the first street art post go here.

Portal 1 of the 13 Portals project by Nicolina and Brazilian artist Pérola M. Bonfanti on the corner of Loisaida Avenue and East 7th Street

Portal 1

Portal 1

enough said

enough said

East 9th Street

East 9th Street

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East 2nd Street wall

East 2nd Street wall

Lucky Luciano mosaic by Jim Power (The Mosaic Man) on a lampost

Jim Power is a neighborhood treasure

Jim Power is a neighborhood treasure

This mural is on the wall of where Mama’s Food Shop used to be. I love that its still here.

East 3rd Street

East 3rd Street

the garden in winter

In the most urban of cities, I look out my window and see a meadow. The meadow is there because of urban blight gone good. From the empty lots sprung the meadows. We call it the garden and it is one of the many community gardens in Loisaida.

The past weekend’s snowstorm brought out the neighborhood children in droves on a sunny Saturday morning when the garden was a winter wonderland of fluffy new snow – the kind that’s perfect for snowmen, the building of forts and snowball fights. It was lovely to hear the children’s laughter all day long until the snow turned blue as dusk fell. I was reminded of my girls when they were little and played in the garden in winter.

All the photos are by David Schmidlapp.

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winter biking

I can smell the cold when I step outside. The clean and brittle smell carries the smoke of the wood fire that heats a church on my block. The winter scent wakes me up more than the cold itself. I touch the cold metal of locks and free my bike.

I only started riding a bike in New York City a year and a half ago. I’d always been too chicken to ride in the street before. With the proliferation of bike lanes, I bought a bike from my neighborhood shop Recyle-a-Bicycle and started bike commuting to my office. Now you can’t get me off it. Only a downpour will get me back onto the slow and jammed-packed crosstown bus.

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I’ve discovered the trick to being comfortable is to keep the feet, neck and especially the hands warm. I wear an ample wool cowl that I knit myself that you can pull up to cover your face in the biting wind. You can get the free pattern here in the post Winter Knits for Biking.

Oona modeling the super warm knitted bike cowl

Oona modeling the super warm knitted bike cowl

I wear double gloves, but in the warm hands department, these win. The food delivery guys have developed an ingenious system of using plastic bottles and bags to block the wind from the handlebars. Maybe soon we will see fancy versions of these contraptions for sale in the high-end bike shops.

delivery bikes outfitted with plastic bag windbreakers

delivery bikes outfitted with plastic bag windbreakers

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mulchfest 2013

It’s always much more fun to put up the Xmas tree than take it down. It is one of those January chores that I tend to put off. This year I had an official excuse to extend the stay of our beautiful Xmas tree until last weekend when the city held its annual Mulchfest. Xmas trees are collected in parks and chippers are brought in. The trees are churned into mulch for the parks. They also hand out bags of mulch to New Yorkers for their gardens and window boxes and the street trees that so many folks tend to.

heading to the park

heading to the park

Oona’s friend Jackson helped me out with this January project and we walked our tree over to Tompkins Square Park. The smell of Xmas trees engulfed the park and wafted out to the avenues. What a happy smell! We were also treated to a sighting of the resident red-tailed hawk swooping in and around the ancient trees.

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the chipper and the trees

the chipper and the trees

fragrant pine mulch

fragrant pine mulch

I picked this forlorn little street tree for our mulch.

I hope it helps

I hope it helps

good news – MoRUS opens

Last Saturday was a beautiful day for a neighborhood party. A celebration much deserved. The Museum of Reclaimed Urban Space (MoRUS) finally opened its doors on Loisaida Avenue. They suffered a setback because of Hurricane Sandy’s flooding. But even while managing their own clean-up during the blackout, they were still serving food and providing bike-powered cellphone charging to the community. This is the spirit of Loisaida, a coming together to make impossible things happen – our history. Good news.

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lovely hardworking volunteers

lovely hardworking volunteers

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Founder Laurie Mittelmann with Adam Purple

Founder Laurie Mittelmann with Adam Purple

Artist Marlis Momber with Millie

Artist Marlis Momber with Millie

Founder Bill DiPaola

Founder Bill DiPaola

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Visit the MoRUS facebook page to see more photos and other blogs posts.

loisaida doorways I

You can walk down a street in New York for years and be familiar with every bump in the sidewalk, when all of the sudden, you will glance up and spot an elaborate cornice on a building that you pass by every day. A little piece of something that you’ve never ever seen before and you will be enchanted by its beauty.

I’ve been taking photos with my phone of doorways in Loisaida and this will be the first post of an ongoing series because the doorways change. Graffiti comes and graffiti goes. People are big on the embelishment of doorways in this neighborhood. Like the storefront gate murals, many doorways are a canvas.

Doorway on Loisaida Avenue (Avenue C)

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