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CONTINUED FROM PART 1 Turns out my educated guess was right…here’s a 1949 Hagstrom Staten Island showing Drumgoole Boulevard, with Ramona Blvd. in parentheses. I couldn’t come to any other…
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In the summer I occasionally have to shake off torpidity — the combination of overcast skies and muggy weather make it hard for me to get started. Bearing in mind…
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Father John C. Drumgoole (1816-1888) made the care of homeless and destitute children his life’s work, founding Mount Loretto on Staten Island’s south shore in 1882: Fr. Drumgoole was a…
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Your webmaster has never been an oceangoer, beach comber or even gone fishing, despite my admiration of mermaids and crab cakes. New York is nearly completely surrounded by water, however,…
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CONTINUED FROM PART 2 Leaving behind the Yellow Submarine for now, Marie, Duke and Mike pressed on east and followed Coney Island Creek to its end at Shell Road…. …
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CONTINUED FROM PART 1 Ship graveyard of Coney Island Creek: for years I had believed that the Yellow Submarine was still there in the creek, but I was looking in…
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For years I thought it was just a rumor, or if it did exist, it was at the bottom of Davey Jones’s Locker. But some intrepid Forgotten Fans have found…
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CONTINUED FROM TODT HILL PART 1 This huge elm stands atop, or near, the ancient Burbanck family gravesite at Four Corners and Todt Hill Roads. Most large, older elms…
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Todt Hill, Staten Island’s 412-foot tall mountain, is in the center of the borough and is at once wild, wide-open and untrammeled and manages, at the same time, to be…
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Resembling Silver Beach along the southern edge of Throgs Neck, the Bronx community of Harding Park features inlets, reeds, and small houses and bungalows clustered along the confluence of the…
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EEKERS of solitude, abandonment and subtle disquiet will find a banquet of opportunity in mid-Staten Island. Here lie the slowly rotting wards of old Seaview Hospital, the former property…
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In the remotest section of Staten Island, on a high hill with nothing but tangled weeds, snarled vines, migrating birds and hissing insects there lies the remains of one man’s…