Category: Buildings

  • The familiar present-day greenspace of Parcel 5 on East Main Street, between Cortland Street and Andrew Langston Way, was a commercial and recreational hotspot since the 1840s. While in living memory this space held McCurdy’s–and, notably, the Midtown Plaza of which McCurdy’s comprised a large part–that was but the most recent of the decades of…

  • TRAFFIC! The very mention of the word sends shivers through the spines of drivers and civic planners alike! At the turn of the 20th century, automobile traffic was almost unheard of. The very few motorized vehicles that puttered their ways through city streets were far from being a major congestion factor on the roadways–why focus…

  • Death is deep. Deeper, even, than the grave. Long after their lives have ended, the remains and memories of the dead are still in the care of the living–and often left to specific individuals. An immense amount of trust is placed in the hands of the grave-keepers and cemetery sextons; they are tasked with maintaining…

  • Once upon a time, Brighton was home to a settlement of Dutch immigrants, poetically called the “Dutch Settlement”. A transplanted slice of old Holland, the settlement was noted for its Dutch cultural flavor; neat little houses stood shoulder-to-shoulder surrounded by gardens full of vegetables all in rows. The Dutch, gifted in gardening and horticulture, tended…

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  • Way back in March, the Pittsford Community Library asked if I would like to put together a presentation about the history of the Pittsford Community Library, and its various sites throughout time. This was to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the present-day library building, built and opened twenty years ago in 2005. Of course, I…

  • Joe Wood, the famous wooden baseball player statue which stood resolutely before myriad tobacconists and saloons in old Rochester had a cousin: a jocular, rotund likeness of Samuel Pickwick from The Pickwick Papers written by Charles Dickens. The statue of Pickwick stood out front of a tobacconist on East Main Street, with his hand full…

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  • August 14th, 1947, was a hot day. The masonry was baking like it was back in the kiln, and down on the street the temperature was merciless. The heat kept building, and building, all throughout the day. And then, just a few minutes after six o’clock in the evening, it collapsed. In the blind attic…

  • Long ago, but also not so very long ago, the corner of Main Street and State Street looked very different than it does today. Far from the towering black slab of glass and steel which stands there today, instead the corner of the early 19th century was built upon with rude stone buildings of just…

  • Before restaurants were really called “restaurants”, there were still places to have a sit-down and some refreshments. During the early-to-mid 19th century, a type of establishment known as a “Recess” was prevalent throughout Rochester. Son of the old tavern, father of the saloon, the recess was a cozy nook of decorative hardwood and brass, easily…

  • I’ll admit that I tend to shy away from topics that have been covered in more depth by far more adept historians than myself, and those topics which are more well-known by the general Rochesterian public. After all, I pretend to have neither any sort of special insight into history nor access to any special…