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Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Philadelphia's Lost Waterfront

The Benjamin Franklin Bridge under
 construction over the Delaware River.
 
 But Not Forgotten

By Harry Kyriakodis
[Special to Writers Clearinghouse News Service]
(The following are excerpts from a new book, Philadelphia's Lost Waterfront, published by The History Press).
MIDWAY on Front Street, between Philadelphia's Old City and Northern Liberties neighborhoods, is a set of ancient stone steps leading down to Water Street. This narrow stairwell, on the 300 block of North Front, is a passageway to the lower street on the line of what used to be an alley called Wood Street. The Wood Street Steps are also a passageway back in time, for they are the last of ten or so public stairways on the alley streets from Callowhill to South Streets, built about three centuries ago at the direction of William Penn, founder and proprietor of the province of Pennsylvania and founder of the city of Philadelphia.
Each one of the "Penn stairs" once lay exactly on the Delaware River's western embankment, providing access to the water from the high ground of the city above. Other than Gloria Dei Church in South Philadelphia, this staircase is the only relic of the colonial era along the Delaware in Penn's City of Brotherly Love.
This account began as an investigation into these stairwells. It then broadened into a chronicle of Philadelphia's riverfront between Vine and South Streets-the city's original northern and southern boundaries. It then expanded north to Spring Garden Street and south to Washington Avenue, basically to round out the story. While the book focuses on the two-block strip of the waterfront from Front Street to the river, there are occasional forays inland to Second Street. This study includes an exploration of the caves that Quaker settlers occupied beside the Delaware and the stories behind Front Street, Water Street and Delaware Avenue. Old City, Society Hill and Queen Village are discussed, as are the famous personalities associated with Philadelphia's riverside and the notable creeks that once crossed this zone. Shipbuilding, railroading and military activities on this stretch of the Delaware are considered, as are immigration and employment matters. Plus, extant and long-forgotten taverns, restaurants, hotels, parks, piers and places of worship are covered.


After a look at the early development of Philadelphia's original port district, the narrative proceeds block by block from Spring Garden Street to Washington Avenue. Why north to south? It just seemed better to begin with the area that still has the most remnants of the past so that some tangible evidence of Philadelphia's lost waterfront could be seen. Seeing the little that remains emphasizes how much is gone. For, ultimately, this book is a lament on all that has vanished due to the heartless routing of Interstate 95 through this two-mile-long corridor decades ago.

Contemporary happenings along the historic central waterfront of Philadelphia are highlighted in the final chapters as the narrative returns to Columbus Boulevard and Penn's Landing. It will become clear that recent conflicts concerning the use and enjoyment of the riverfront are as fresh today as they were over three hundred years ago.

GREAT cities have great rivers, and the city of Philadelphia has two of the finest and most historic rivers in the United States: the Delaware and the Schuylkill. Both have played critical roles in the American Revolution of the eighteenth century, the Industrial and Transportation Revolutions of the nineteenth century, and even the Environmental Revolution of the twentieth century. In the early 1680s, William Penn (1644-1718) specifically established his City of Brotherly Love at the narrowest point between these waterways to take advantage of the benefits afforded by them. In a letter to London, he gushed: "[O]f all the many places I have seen in the world, I remember not one better seated; so that it seems to me to have been appointed for a town, whether we regard the rivers, or the convenience of the coves, docks, springs, the loftiness and soundness of the land and the air."

Penn envisioned his colony of Pennsylvania sprawling westward from the river settlement of Philadelphia, which would serve as the colony's seat of government and base of mercantile activity. Philadelphia's geography made it ideal as an inland seaport, and Penn's settlement responded to maritime opportunities quickly. The city became the first major shipping port in North America, so much so that a visitor in 1756 commented, "Everybody in Philadelphia deals more or less in trade." By the onset of the War for Independence, Penn's town was third only to Liverpool and London as an essential business location.

The Delaware River waterfront was the axis of the Port of Philadelphia's maritime, commercial and political bustle for some two hundred years after the city's founding. For a long time, when people outside Philadelphia thought about the city, this lively place was what came to mind -- and not in a bad way. This was where wheeling and dealing went on to encourage local, regional and national enterprise. This was where a good amount of the nation's military forces got their start. This was where transportation advances and other inventions were created and exhibited. This was where terrible urban contagions began. This was where early American capitalists made their fortunes. And this was where the individual American colonies were crafted into a nation.

Philadelphia kept its position as America's greatest trade center until the 1820s, when New York's location and financial strength bumped Penn's City to second place. Still, the city's riverfront remained the heart of town. But as the river district grew increasingly grim and grimy in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, it started to be taken for granted and then became an afterthought. This change in regard was fostered by Philadelphia's relentless push to the west, first to the deforested area beyond Sixth Street in the 1700s, then to the City Hall neighborhood in the 1800s and then to points west, north and south in the 1900s.

As wealthy residents and merchants left the original part of Philadelphia for greener pastures, the Delaware River's edge became forlorn and unattractive-a forgotten backwater, so to speak, and certainly nothing to celebrate. The river itself practically died before World War II because of pollution, while commerce on and by the water declined dramatically afterward. The mile-wide Delaware, long the city's front door, had shut. An Interstate highway was then run through to seal the deal.

Happily, though, Philadelphia's central waterfront has been receiving attention lately. Exactly three hundred years after William Penn founded his city on the Delaware, work began on refurbishing two abandoned municipal piers at Penn's Landing for residential use. This was the first new housing along the river in over one hundred years. Other activity has followed since then, with multimillion-dollar condominiums and increased recreational, entertainment and dining venues of all sorts drawing money and movement back to this part of town. Penn's Landing has become a citywide gathering place, and even a casino has joined the mix. Philadelphia has finally rediscovered its lifeblood river and the adjoining riverfront.

All told, this is surely the most storied and interesting section of Philadelphia, as it has changed the most -- for good or bad -- over time. A strong case can be made that it has changed more than anyplace in America.

NEEDLESS to say, the eight-hundred-pound gorilla in the room is Interstate 95. The highway creates an immense physical barrier that separates walkers, bikers and even motorists-not to mention entire communities-from the river throughout Philadelphia. The I-95 divide is psychological in places, so urban planners hope that landscaping and other improvements will help alleviate the problem and get people to cross the highway to the Delaware. But there's no disguising or denying that I-95 brutally severs the waterfront of Philadelphia from the rest of the city, especially Center City, and it makes Penn's Landing underwhelming as a space for recreation.

Yet this is merely the outcome of a much larger, more poignant issue. Simply put: the worst part of an Interstate being built through Southwark, Society Hill and Old City Philadelphia in the 1960s and '70s is that the physical record of almost three hundred years of Philadelphia history was thoughtlessly obliterated. The memory of countless Philadelphians living, working, eating, drinking, shopping, visiting and even dying on the Delaware's west bank during this time has been lost and forgotten. It should also be noted, as a final wistful comment, that the superhighway covers the spot where William Penn, the great lawgiver, humanist and real estate developer, first set foot on Philadelphia soil.

And for what purpose? Just to allow anonymous motorists from parts unknown to pass through Philadelphia in the blink of an eye? This utter lack of respect for Philadelphia's past would be unthinkable if the artery were constructed today. Other options would definitely be explored besides routing a noisy fifteen-lane expressway through such an important (yet admittedly shabby) part of Penn's City. Even the possible submersion or demolition of the highway, proposed as of late, could never restore what is gone forever.

Ultimately, though, this has been an account of how the city of Philadelphia has related to its principal river over time. The story is one of ongoing conflict between various uses of the Delaware and the city's original waterfront, ranging from commercial to transportational to residential to recreational. It began playing out in the late seventeenth century during the time of William Penn and Samuel Carpenter. Later, Stephen Girard and Paul Beck contributed greatly to how the story played out. These and other noteworthy men and women molded the riverbank over time and were intimately involved in what happened along this two-mile-long strip of land.

The continuing saga of the Delaware River's western embankment is more relevant in the twenty-first century than ever as the City of Brotherly Love finally rediscovers and reclaims its historic waterfront.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

No. 91

No. 91 The Junto September MMXI
Meeting @ Philadelphia
'A Charivari of The Lit'ry Life'

Introducing

MUSEUM MILE:
PHILADELPHIA'S PARKWAY MUSEUMS

BY RICHARD CARRENO

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John O'Hara Society



At Connelly's, from left, Robert Knott, Steven Goldleaf,
Richard Carreno, Jackie Atkins, Brian Maxwell, Jessica Rettig,
Robert Saliba, Jenny Saliba, Joan T. Kane, KC Rice, and Peter Frishauf

Lunch, Screening, Business
at O'Hara Society Meeting

About a dozen members of the John O'Hara Society, (see photo above) shared lunch, comradrie, and hoisting a toast to their favourite authhor at a annual summer meeting in New York. The international organisation celebrates the work and life of the 20th-century Pennylvania author.

The lunch was held Saturday, 13 August, at Connelly's on 47th Street, whereupon thanks to Pal Robert Knott we saw Robert Montgomery's portrayal of Julian English in a television tele-play of Appointment in Samarra. The screening was held at the Paley Center. Many thanks, Robert, for arranging this highlight!

We retreated to a pub -- aptly named Butterfield 8 -- for drinks, coffee, and dessert.


Wednesday, 17 August 2011

No Bull

Dry Wine, Sweet Time
Madrid in 24 Hours
By Don Merlot
[Writers Clearinghouse News Service]
One of my most exciting days ever was in Madrid when, within 24 hours and accompanied by a friend, I saw a bullfight, ate paella marinara with a magnificent Rioja tinto, and saw a Flamenco show at the famous coral de las Morrerias –- a famous tablado flamenco, club that was owned by a childhood friend.

I left Chicago for Madrid on a Friday night and was met in Madrid by an old friend on Saturday morning. I went to the hotel and napped for a few hours. I wanted to make sure I did not get caught in a jet-lag cycle. And by bull fight time I was ready to go. We went to a tapas place that offered my favourite -- Angulas al Ajillo and had a dry sherry, Tio Pepe. What a way to start a day. We discussed the next 24 hours.

I grew up in Mexico City, and my parents took me often to the bullfights. I appreciate them now, and didn't when I was young. But I did to see 'El Cordobes' do a Mano-a-Mano with Carlos Arruza in the Plaza de Toros de Mexico. As a young, impressionable person, I loved Spain and everything about it, as I loved Mexico and the United States of America. Spain in Mexico was the Madre Patria -– the motherland of Mexico and Latin America. To see the tussle between Spain and Mexico, or Mexico and the USA, and or the USA and Britain was not that transparent when I was growing up. All the countries were equal, and we were proud to be part of their history.

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Fly on the Wall

Michel, Don Merlot's French dining companion, cringing at Italian food.
Wherein our American Correspondent Encounters
Italian Wine, Russian Song,
and a Cringing French Snob

By Don Merlot

[Writers Clearinghouse News Service]

New Orleans.
One night in Milan, in the autumn of 1979, my host Vittorio tried to make sure I was completing my gastronomic and oenophile adventures, and we ended up at dinner at a wonderful Milanese restaurant. It was de rigueur to follow the tradition of an appetizer, two dishes: first course and a second course and some salad, and a desert. My wine and food exploration was still going strong. Pinot Grigio was the new rage, and it came from the Venezia region. The restaurant was filling up with the after the theatre and opera crowd. We were not a big group, but could see that a big group had reserved a section of the restaurant.

Italians wanted to show me the light, dryness of this new success story –- Pinot Grigio. The French grow the same grape in Alsace under the name of Pinot Gris. We had discussed with the French boss about ordering French wines in Italy, and Vittorio, the Italian managing director, won. So the white wine was the Pinot Grigio and the red wine was a Piedmont wine. Vittorio chose a Gattinara. My French friend Michel was the boss and he was sticky about eating Italian food, even when we traveled in Italy. I noticed when traveling with Michel that he never would eat the local food or drink the local wine. Here I was learning about Europe and Michel was adamant that French wine and food was the pinnacle of the 20th century culinary field.

In New York, my then boss and advertising agency’s Italian creative director (who opened up the Italian Renaissance to me) told me that Catherine di Medici, who married a French king, had asked his brother to send the di Medici cooks to France to teach the French how to make palatable meals. Voila, the birth of French cooking, and Michel laughed this off. But tonight we would have a Milanese feast. We started with Bresaola –- high altitude dried beef from the Alps; a Cartocho -– pasta cooked in a baker’s paper bag with lake trout and a beautiful Bistecca di Vitello a la Griglia. An Italian red was ordered, and Michel cringed.

In terms of Italian wine definition, the King of Piemonte red wines is Barolo, followed by Barbera and Barbaresco. These are strong masculine wines and when young they have a lot of tannin which smoothes out with age. We tried a Gattinara which was more a feminine wine, however strong to hold the flavour and richness of the meat.

Vittorio ordered for all and it was in Italian feast. Since we were in the ice-maker sales business, Vittorio knew all the restaurant owners and chefs. So we were well attended. We started off with a glass of Ferrari Champagne (a name reserved for a region of France using the champagnois methode). To me it was excellent, but to the French, well, argumentative.

As we enjoyed our aperitifs, a large group came in. It was the Russian Opera which had just performed at the Milan Opera. They were loud and festive. The whole mood of the restaurant became loud and festive. As we were served our courses and the Russian troupe drank, a Russian folk song began to be sung by all: KALINKA. It truly was marvelous. Time just seemed to have floated by ,and everyone was treated to the best Russian folk singing and music.

When we checked the time it was 0200 hours. We had consumed the Pinot Grigio, the Gattinara, which was absolutely stupendous -– cherry red, bright, clear, and aromatic, and it went well with the meat and the cheese. The cheese was GRANA, a hard cheese that melted in one’s mouth with the wine. I was introduced to AMARO, a bitter digestif that followed an espresso coffee.

For the first time I had slipped out of the American culture and immersed myself into another culture. I felt myself Italian, of a European culture that was of the non-new world.

I broke away from French wine and found out that other countries have grande vins also.

When I got home to Michigan, I set out to find the 33 1/3 speed vinyl Russian Army album that included KALINKA. I drove my wife, family, and neighbours crazy playing that song.

I found out if Burgundy has its Pinot Noir, Piemonte has its Nibbiolo varietal. The name comes from the cloudy haze the hangs over the vineyards in the foot hill of the Alps and the weather seasons that nurture the grape growth.

Although Italy vineries make more wine than any other country, the famous wine vineyards are not as well known as the French Bordeaux’s and Burgundies and do not have a big following outside of Italy. This was true in the 1970s.

As I learned from my mentors, each country is very proud of its culture and the wine it produces. I also noticed in the European world, European business partners as hosts always selected the meal because they were proud to show off regional specialties.

Americans were not exactly criticized, but the Old World view of Americans was that they had no cuisine, and wines were just beginning to expand off shore. What the British called plonk, or the French, vin ordinaire. Or, what we now call 'table wine.'

(Ron Alzono, a resident of New Orleans, is Don Merlot).

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