Clipped From The Brooklyn Daily Eagle
Flushing-! 'Dear Old Smokey Hollow- remem-raised VreCITeST rldCe 111 BrOOKlyn low to the station house. The kids would push the cart back a to a Editor Old Timer: it's about time some one woke up to write of dear old Smokey Hollow, the greatest place in Brooklyn. I was born on Emmett St., a small street with a big name for it started at Atlantic and crossed Pacific. All my sisters and one brother were born on that street. My twin sister is Mrs. Jeremiah McCarthy and my younger sister, now living in New Jersey, was called "Chauncey Olcott" by the Cunninghams because she was such a good singer. My mother was a good friend of the Cunninghams. Our house was two doors from their stable on the corner of Pacific St. Does Mr. Kelly remember when the shanties were on Emmett St. near Amity St. and all the tenants -had to go to the water pump on Amity St. near Emmett St. for their water? Mr. Kelly spoke of Tom Han-Ion's butcher store on Columbia St. near Congress St. My mother bought all our meat there. Our favorite butcher to Amity St. to Pete l-allons store. My sisters and brother went to Public School 20 at Amity and Columbia Sts. when they pulled down the shanties on Amity St. Many a game of tag we played on the lot and many a load of wood we got after school. I stayed in the neighborhood after marriage and raised a large family. One of my sons, Tom, is a policeman. My twin sister raised her family on Congress St. My in-laws still live down in dear old Smokey Hollow. They are the Kentlers on Warren St. and my dear old Aunt Mag (Mrs. Garvey), about 85 years old and still jiving on Congress St. near Henry St. I have a picture of Dougherty's, the undertaker, on Hicks St., taken nearly 50 years ago. I lived over the store. It was across from St. Peter's Church. Mrs. J. LANE. 481 5th Ave., Brooklyn. j,-.'-J was Mr O'Mara, who lived on; Eagle vtni;Hicks St. Does .Mr. Kelly re- KoiKaway Nostalgia for His School Editor Old Timers: A w"en meat was hard !t0 &et and a holiday was near or chickens? A Handy Junk Cart Three fellows standing on Columbia St. outside Rock Hall, where the garage is now, stepped to the middle of Columbia St. where a truck loaded with crates of chickens was standing while the driver was in Gaffney's saloon. They pulled the slats and the chickens flew all over, so we had chicken dinner and did not pay for Doer-ing, Re-jthcm. Mr. Kelly, do you remember iwhen the station house was a andllittle three-story house on Con-Major, by igress St. near Columbia? They I af-fain had no patrol wagon in those days. If a cop had to make an arrest he would take Pete Fallon's junk cart, throw the drunk in and all tha kids would fol- tory in the Brooklyn of Public School 12,"., and Blake Aves.. brings back fond memories. At the turn of the century, the Wood-Harmon Co., a realty firm, advertised in colored pictures the building of the school. It cost $125,000, an enormous sum for those days and for six-year-olds, too. Many boys and girl3 of various ages marched together from the then wooden Public School G6 to the new school. Workmen were only completing it, putting in steam heat. electric lights and large win'; (lows. The thermostat intrigued;: me, for it was something brand,; new and wonderful. Our homes1! had gas lights and the hath-!j room was in the yard-. The teachers Miss Bryan.!: the two sisters Papard, Maggy; Burke, and the others bless them, made of us kids what feel w are today. DR. HARRY A. LEVINE, 613 Vermont Ave.