My friend Barbara and I walked to the beach from the bay along Beach 124th Street during a tearful visit to our friends Lisa and Allison today. Two blocks before the beach, the sand begins to pile up and gets up to three feet deep by the time you get to the end of the beach block. On the way, large chunks of the boardwalk the size of decks and terraces are strewn on what were once manicured lawns and cars were tossed like toys upside-down in driveways and in front of homes, alongside buildings and the seawall along the bay. Streets are lined with debris and the waterlogged contents of residents’ basements, garages and other flooded areas of their homes.
I was conceived in Rockaway Beach, born in Far Rockaway, and lived the first eight months of my life in Belle Harbor before moving to Laurelton, Queens for eight years and later Howard Beach for another eight years until I moved out on my own at 17 in 1977. Much of my childhood and teenage years were spent on these beaches, bobbing up and down in the salty sea like a pickle in brine. This is the place of my origin. It is my home. It breaks my heart to see it torn and tattered, chewed up and spit out like splintered flotsam from the mouth of an insatiable Leviathan. I know that one day soon I will see it rebuilt and restored. My heart goes out to my friends and family and everyone who have lost loved ones to and have had to endure this terrible disaster whose name is bitterly left behind painted on plywood and banners – and physically blanketed throughout the once resplendent coastal communities of the Mid-Atlantic and Northeast. One day soon, these seaside towns will sparkle in the sun.
These are pictures I shot today on our way to comfort family in Howard Beach who got flooded out during last night’s storm surge. On the way into Howard Beach, we took Linden Blvd going east. Two cyclers were drag-racing down Linden, all the way to South Conduit. When we got to Howard Beach, the scene was solemn. Residents who had access to generators and sump-pumps were siphoning water out of their basements, while others were using buckets. Evidence of the power of the storm-surge is clearly illustrated by the cars that were lifted and moved onto curbs as the water levels retreated. The Army Corp lined Cross Bay Blvd, and cars were being directed by traffic police since the power was out in the neighborhood.
The canal that runs up along Cross Bay Blvd in Howard Beach began to rise above flood stages at about 7PM on Monday night and the ankle deep water was cascading throughout the entire neighborhood on both sides of Cross Bay Blvd. By high tide at around 8PM the seawater was rushing through the entire community and was waist deep in areas closer to the canal. Old Howard Beach, which is between the canal and Jamaica Bay suffered worse than the rest of Howard Beach, although the Rockwood Park area, which to locals is called “New Howard Beach” was also badly flooded – with water coming from both the bay and canal. Hamilton Beach, which is the only designated area in Zone A – was naturally devastated, as was Broad Channel. Residents in Zone B, adjacent to the canal should have been warned to evacuate or vacate their basements. Many basements in and around the canal area had water up to the ceilings, some only receiving a foot or less.
The house adjacent to the rear of Waldbaum’s parking lot had an electrical fire the moment the seawater entered the basement and burned to the ground in minutes, the residents escaping with only moments to spare. Personal effects like family photographs and religious items mixed with seawater, leaves and other debris as they quickly inundated basement apartments.
In Broad Channel, it was even more depressing. Most of the residents had already put their waterlogged furniture on the curbside. A boat had drifted into the median of this small island community that has witnessed many devastating floods in its history – but Sandy will be a hurricane that will long be remembered as the storm that uprooted their lives.
By 1908 William Howard owned 137 acres of land west of Hawtree Creek. The dredging had raised his land above the high water and more dredging would be on the way. Within the next decade the Shellbank Canal and East Hamilton Canal would be built and Hawtree Creek and Basin deepened. This was due to a government plan to build submarine pens within the sheltered creeks inside Jamaica Bay. The plan was eventually cancelled, but only after the dredging added more sand onto previously flood-prone marshes.
Bill Howard was now in a good position, even after the tragic loss of his hotel, the City of New York was debating various plans for Jamaica Bay area improvements and Howard stood to gain regardless of which competing plan was adopted.
The Bay Harbor Plan was the most ambitious. It called for construction of shipping ports, terminals, customs and warehouse facilities on the bay islands, the deepening of channels to support ocean going firefighters and the creation of a new port to relieve congestion in New York’s inner harbor
In addition, this plan called for the construction of twin Cross Island Canals from Flushing to Jamaica Bay. This would allow ocean-going ships to travel from Long Island Sound to Jamaica Bay and back without having to circumnavigate all of Long Island. The twin canals were surveyed to run just east of today’s Van Wyck Expressway.
The Tompkins Plan, in comparison, favored private and residential construction instead of a second port. These plans were proposed before the invention of the airplane. The Tompkins Plan meant more dredging and the bulk heading of waterfront property and encouragement of private real estate development. Howard couldn’t lose by either of the two plans; he could build either homes or port facilities.
The Tompkins Plan was approved in 1912 (while Tompkins was NYC Commissioner of Docks, making the Cross Island canals a footnote to Queens history. This decision gave a green light to William Howard for home construction; Howard Estates would soon become a reality.
Developers flocked to the area after the Tompkins Plan was approved. E.E. Meacham & Sons advertised in the New York papers to sell lots at Ramblersville starting at $59! Signs were erected in Ramblersville and South Aqueduct announcing the development of “Marcella Park. ” But the locals on the creek lived in Ramblersville and had no need to change their name to suit developers. It seemed that everyone now wanted a piece of the action, but Howard was already in place with the acreage in hand; none of the newcomers would catch him now. Home construction was about to begin in earnest on both sides of the railroad.
The first project for the Howard Estates Development Company was construction of Sand Beach and a private park for residents of Howard Beach Estates. Howard would build his beach and park (now Frank M. Charles Memorial Park) before he built his first home! – Howard Beach dot com
Patiently waiting for Sandy’s Left Hook Punch to hit the NYC area. First, we picked up Mom from Spring Creek – where there’s a threat of a storm surge – and then evacuated a friend’s mother who lives in Lido Beach – in flood zone A. Enzo and I secured our new Piaggio BV 350s safely in the shed and pulled our two Honda cycles into the backyard and covered them with a tarp. After a rather low-key and civilized shopping experience at the BJs at Canarsie Market – we are now stocked up with enough food for a week or two. For dinner, we poured the wine, said a berucha for a passover without incident. Elijah should be here any minute now.
It is eerily calm outside, a soft breeze with a bit of aged leaves and patchouli in the air. I walked to Lords Bakery for some apple pie and ice-cream and got there just before Andrew was closing up. Flatbush Junction was like a ghost town. With the trains already shut down, taxi cab drivers hawked for dollar fares to wherever. The walk back home was equally enjoyable. The rustle of leaves, the wind chasing debris down the avenue, turning down onto our ancient tree-lined street, an arboretum of towering century-old beauties – I wondered whether these gentle giants might uproot and wreak havoc on these historic and picturesque Dutch colonials – each one unique in their own design.
Earlier today on our garden terrace, I took pictures of our purple mums that finally all opened this week. The rust and burnt orange mums in the front yard have yet to all bloom. I’m hoping they aren’t Sandy blasted into oblivion.
Heritage at Risk – Beta
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This summer, with all of the Hurricane Hype, our insurance company of over twenty years (Liberty Mutual) dropped us because of the risk of flood damage and since we have a wood-framed home. This was a week before a re-finance from an adjustable mortgage. Convenient! A buddy sent me a flood map and there is a finger of flood water that runs from Paerdegat Basin in Canarsie down Farragut past our block and over Nostrand Avenue in the event of a major hurricane (or Nor’Easter). The OEM site allows you to enter your address to find your flood zone. It’s amazing how a few numbers makes such a difference. Location Location Location! PS: Liberty Mutual recently sent us a letter asking us back as customers- at a higher premium of course!
Updated link to Gowanus Lounge’s 4/07 posting. 1/4/08