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Varkens Hook Road – formerly Varkens Hook Lane – Canarsie, Brooklyn

Varkens Hook Road @ Farragut Road & East 87th Street

Varkens Hook Road @ Farragut Road & East 87th Street

Varkens Hook Road @ Farragut Road & East 87th Street

Varkens Hook Road @ Glenwood Road & East 86th Street

Varkens Hook Road @ Glenwood Road & East 86th Street
© Frank H. Jump

There is much debate over the etymology of this road’s designation. Varken simply means “pig” or “hog” in Dutch and is attributed to any domestic swine (or person resembling one). Varkensvlees means “pork meat” as well. Hook, which the English adapted from the Dutch “hoek” does mean corner. Now if in fact this was a place where pigs were either sold or slaughtered is up for speculation. There is a Varkens Hoek in Suid Afrika (South Africa).

Another Dutch appellation suffix which often appears in New York place names is Kill (as in Fresh Kill or Fish Kill – which could mean “fisherman’s cove”) may derive from the Dutch word kuil. In modern colloquial Dutch, kuil could mean “pot hole,” but can be used for any dent or cave (as in a caved in beehive hairdo), ditch, or perhaps “inlet” or small waterway one may have come across when exploring uncharted territories. Vischers Hook – as mentioned in the Flatlands history below – may mean “fisherman’s corner.” A fishing hook would be vissen haak.

Varkens Hook Road, which runs roughly north/south, now only stretches the length of one block between Farragut and Glenwood Roads (both of which take an odd and unannounced jog south after East 56th Street due to the bisection by the commercial railroad that runs from the Canarsie Market to the Brooklyn Waterfront – see map) but was three times longer according to archival maps dating from the early 20th-century (see below). While travelling east, Glenwood suddenly becomes Farragut and Avenue H becomes Glenwood. Shortly after, you will find Varkens Hook Road.

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Varkens Hook Road - Formerly Varkens Hook Lane - Canarsie, Brooklyn

Varkens Hook Road - Formerly Varkens Hook Lane - Canarsie, Brooklyn

Creator(s): G.W. Bromley & Co. — Publisher

Plate 37: [Bounded by E. 103rd Street, Avenue M., E. 104th Street, Avenue N., E. 98th Street, Skidmore Avenue, E. 96th Street, Canarsie Road Avenue, Schenck Avenue, E. 92nd Street, Denton Avenue, E. 93rd Street, Seaview Avenue, Skidmore Avenue, E. 82nd Street, Avenue L., E. 84th Street and Foster Avenue.]

Alternate Title: Plate 37: Part of Section 24.

In: Atlases of New York city. > Atlas of the borough of Brooklyn, city of New York : from actual surveys and official plans by George W. and Walter S. Bromley. (published 1907-1908)

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The Paedergats get their names from the Dutch as well. Paerde is the archaic Dutch form of paarden meaning “horse’s,” and gat means “hole” or gap. Perhap the name is a slang for a horse’s stall since the Paerdegats resemble horse stalls. An excerpt of the history of Early Brooklyn with [my additions] in dark red:

Flatlands

Much of Jamaica Bay’s western shore as well as adjacent islands fell within the jurisdiction of the town generally known after the English conquest in 1664 as Flatlands. The Dutch, who first called their village Achtervelt [literally translated as “behind field”] and then Amesfort [Amersvoort] originally founded one of the oldest communities in Long Island, Flatlands. The Dutch also referred to the settlement simply as “de Baye.”

Several local historians claim Flatlands began as early as 1624, but its origins more accurately should be dated as of 1636, when Andries Huddie and Wolfert Gerretse made a purchase from the Canarsie Indians. A small settlement developed at a point near the later intersection of Flatbush and Flatlands avenues. The records of the 1636 purchase, a patent in the following year from the governor of New Netherlands, and other documents produced during the Dutch period fail to delineate the boundaries of the town in a manner intelligible to the modern reader. A clearer description of Flatlands, at least respecting its bay front, appears in a confirmation granted by the English governor, Dongan, in 1685. That document essentially asserted the town’s title to the land between Strome Kill and Creek, now Gerritsen’s Creek, on the southwest and Fresh Kill in the northeast.

The bulk of the contents of the Flatlands patent lay inland, the location of most of the farms and homes. However, parts of the bay front received the residents’ early and continued attention. The most important of these, between Bestovers or Befords Creek and Fresh Kill, was generally known as Canarsie, but also called Flatlands Neck, Vischers Hook, and Great Neck. Names were given to specific parcels of land within this area: Canarsie Point; New Utrecht Meadows, located south of Indian Creek; and Varkens Hook Meadows, between Irish and Bedford creeks. South of Canarsie were the Great Meadows, on Bedford Creek; Bergen Island; and the other islands extending to and including Barren Island. ¹

¹ National Parks Website: History & Culture – Online Books-

JAMAICA BAY: A HISTORY; Gateway National Recreation Area; New York, New Jersey; Cultural Resource Management Study No. 3; Frederick R. Black – Associate Professor of History, C. W. Post Center, Long Island University for the Division of Cultural Resources, North Atlantic Regional Office; National Park Service; U.S. Department of Interior; Washington, D.C., 1981
Electronic Transcription; Formatting and Editing, James L. Brown; Gateway National Recreation Area, 2001 PDF:

http://www.cr.nps.gov/history/online_books/gate/jamaica_bay_hrs.pdf

Kevin Walsh’s Forgotten-NY’s: Canarsie Alleys

Old Dutch Brewers, Inc. – East 42nd Street – East Flatbush, Brooklyn

Old Dutch Brewery, Flatbush

Old Dutch Brewery, Flatbush

Old Dutch Brewery, Flatbush
© Frank H. Jump

Old Dutch Brewers Inc. on East 42nd Street b/w Farragut & Glenwood Roads

Old Dutch Brewers Inc.

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House c. 1652 – Ditmas & Ralph Avenues – Canarsie, Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn

The Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House, Canarsie Brooklyn
© Frank H. Jump

The Wyckoff Farmhouse Museum & Educational CenterThe Pieter Claesen Wyckoff House c. 1652New York’s Oldest Structure & First Designated LandmarkA National Historic Landmark

Amsterdam Photo Booth Memoirs

Amsterdam Photobooth Memoirs

Frankie, please sit still. Frankie, please don’t make funny faces. Frankie. Please! – Willy Jump- Amsterdam, Holland 1960-1966

Some of my earliest memories are being in photo booths with Willy, my Mom. I can still smell her Chanel #5 and Wella haarlak (hairspray) while seeing and hearing the flashing lights, the sounds of the camera going off, the buzzing, the clicking, the humming of the development. Shortly after emerging from the booth, there’s the anticipatory sound of the paper being cut and the narrow photo paper dropping down the shoot with a click. And then the whys. Why can’t you just be normal? Keep a straight face. Mom, I can’t even think straight.

Willy & Harold in Amsterdam
(Harold & Willy when they first met at the Kleine Astoria– couple on the right)

All My Love

Willy in Italy
(After returning from Italy with my Dad (Harold Jump) on their two-years post-nuptual honeymoon – Willy had a glamorous air.)

Other memories of downtown Amsterdam are talking to American GIs (while on leave from being trained in Germany before shipping off to Vietnam) in the smoky jukebox lit bar with my Mom and her friends and ex-bosses (the deWaal’s) at the Kleine Astoria Hotel on the corner of the Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal and the Nieuwendijk (just south of Centraal Station) where Willy used to work as a chambermaid when she was a teen.

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Strains of A Lighter Shade of Pale and the Ross-less Supremes hit Nathan Jones (You’ve Been Gone Too Long) wailing in the background as these soldiers cried their eyes out to me about wanting to come home. I would sink in all of the change (kleingeld) I’d win from my Grandfather (Opa), Frans Broekveldt- from playing dice (dubbelsteenen) and play all of the Beatles, British pop, and Motown I could buy.

Opa would begrudgingly hand over my winnings that I would keep in a tin Agio cigar box. I’d shake it back and forth to remind him of his losses. When I wasn’t being dragged in and out of department stores, like the elegant de Beienkorf (The Beehive) or H & M – or – C & A by Willy, I’d be running around the Centrum with my Oma going bootschappen – grocery shopping. We’d go into the center of town and buy smoked eels wrapped in newspaper at the fish market (vismarkt), armfuls of orange tulips for just a few guldens at the flower market (bloemenmarkt) and tons of cold cuts and sliced cheeses to make boterhamen (sandwiches) on the fresh melkbrood – a milky white bread with an almost burnt top crust that was thinly sliced with an automatic electric slicing machine that rattled and whirred. The deli-men always gave my Oma and me tastes (proevertjes) of the slices of bloodwurst and smoked tongue (bloedworst en tong) or the ham that melted in your mouth.

Oma & Sabra
(Oma -grandma- after a boreltje (a little cocktail) and a hand-rolled smoke. She would get that glimmer in her eye, tilt her head and remove a piece of tobacco from her tongue. Sabra proudly sits in the foreground, my Oom (uncle) Frans’ fearless doberman.)

Sometimes, I would hear a new song from the hit parade on Radio Hilversum and drag my Oma to all of the record stores, singing what I remembered of the songs to the store-owners and having them played for me on the turntable with headphones. Beatle hits on VJ Records Please, Please Me, Love Me Do and later hits from the British black girl group The Flirtations like Someone Out There and How Can You Tell Me on the Deram label were memorable outings. We’d rush home, I’d learn the songs in fifteen minutes flat, and I’d run out to play in the galerij (gallery courtyard) with my Dutch buddies and teach them the songs in English, then we’d play tree tag (boom tikketje), or shooting paper cones into people’s open windows with leftover PVC pipes we’d turn into machine guns, or catching bees (beienvangen) from the Butterfly Bush in the middle of the courtyard, and kissing the boys (and girls) whenever I could. Then Willy would come walking up the street like Grace Kelly after a day at de kapper (the hairdresser) – who was her best friend – Peter Raakman, and we’d run off and go de stadt in – into town. We’d hit a photo booth and document her latest peach blonde beehived masterpiece.

Children of the Geuzenstraat, Bos en Lommer
(The Boys of the Geuzenstraat, Bos en Lommer – Amsterdam) © Frank H. Jump

Flatlands Reformed Church Cemetery – Flatlands, Brooklyn

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn
© Frank H. Jump

A colleague and myself took our after-school photography program to the Flatlands Reformed Church Cemetery on Kings Highway for a photo-shoot. This is the same organization as Marble Collegiate and one of the oldest churches in Brooklyn.

Founded in 1654, Flatlands’ tradition and history is firmly grounded in the history of Dutch immigration and settlement and Dutch Reformed liturgy and theology. The Flatlands Reformed Church shares the distinction of being the oldest church in Brooklyn with Old First Reformed Church in Park Slope and the Flatbush Reformed Church on Flatbush and Church Avenues. The three congregations were founded on February 9, 1654. There are only two other Reformed Church congregations that are older than those in Brooklyn – the Collegiate Church in Manhattan and the North Dutch Church in Albany (later renamed First Church).

Walking through the tree-filtered late Autumn sunshine, you will recognize many of the names as street names in Brooklyn (i.e. Wyckoff). The sanctuary is a beautiful setting for the fall foliage and there are still a few roses in bloom late this November. Unfortunately there has been some vandalism.

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Above is a marriage announcement for the same Teunis J. Bergen that was buried on February 27, 1922 (one of the later burials amongst many from the late 18th century and earlier). Below is a map of the Netherlands from around the time the first settlers came to Brooklyn (Breukelen).

Flatlands Dutch Reformed Church Cemetery - Flatlands, Brooklyn

Not, To Hell With The Expense, But – The Expense of Hell

The randomness of presence
Helps me
Stay focused on now
To never say
At this point in time again
When now
Is in focus
When the focus
Is simply
Now

The kindest essence
Lets me say
Focus on now

Gosh darn
To Hell With The Expense!
(Hell is much too expensive)
Expel a mighty expenditure of Hell
In one joyous
Simple blast

Not the last time to focus on later
Nor the last time to focus on then
Nor the last time I focus on yesterday
The price of Hell is too costly
High time to ignite the bill

With hopes to lead a transparent life
Clouded with rich color
Corrosive nostalgia
There’s no color redder
There’s no rest for rust
Burnt orange
Verroesten
Nooit rustig

Never resting, rust

Constant cinematic critical
Rewrites of a prescient past
As intangible as memory
Tangled
Tyrannical
Impossible rewrites
Never written rightly

Caustic nostalgia airbrushed
In a toxic indelible
Aniline ink-splattered past tense
Choking in a glycol ether cloud
Clutching
Holding onto pain for fear of
Having nothing else
But a silly jawsprung grimace for a smile
Plaudits the surrender
To hell with that precious costive clutch
Release release tender trancelike
Relinquish and rattle those tiresome marrowbones
Succumbing to the absolution of a hegemonic tyrant

To Hell with the expense
Hell is much too expensive
Detonate one expansive expenditure of Hell
In one bleeping fleeting blast
Adrenaline rush poised for anxiety
Needn’t go waste when tossed at ecstacy
A blind exacting throw
Keeps the tinnitus tooting the trumpets
Till my at once is in synch with me pronto
Till my right now is curled up tightly in six dimensions
My potentiality blue shifts toward my center.

Not the last time to focus on later
Nor the last time to focus on then
Nor the last time I focus on yesterday
The price of Hell is too costly

High time to ignite the rewrite
Of a past which can never be rewritten
In spite of what science may bend
I’ve run out of space-time to hold fret
For a future that has yet to be poison penned

This path is beat
Quite nearly spent
I mourn the precious hours that went
And now the quest
Compulsive bent
To hammer out which path is best

With life so fleet
And heaven sent
Struggling just to make a dent
Without a rest
In my ascent
I wonder if it’s all in jest
(The joke’s on me)

To Hell with the expense
Hell is much too expensive
Hey you holy rollers!
High time to surrender
One expansive expenditure of Hell
In one simple bleeping
Fleeting
Big Bang

Nadruk op nu
Focus on now

A work in progress by Frank H. Jump for Reverend Carlton Pearson

Epitaph – Dutch Reformed Church – Church Avenue, Brooklyn – September 2007

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump
© Frank H. Jump

Hier is begraaven het lighaam van Andreanthe Hubbard ? vrouw van de overleden Adriaen Voorhees overleden de 23de dag van July 1810. In het 80 jaar haar levens.

Here is buried the body of Andreanthe Hubbard- (beloved?) wife of the deceased Adriaen Voorhees, died on the 23rd day of July 1810. In the 80th year of her life.

Hoi Frank,

That is a very beautiful gravestone indeed. Were did you find that one?

here is the translation:

Hier is begraven het lichaam van Adriantie Hubbard
Huys Vrouw van de Overleden
Adriaen Voorhees
overleden of de 13e dag van July
1810
in het 80e jaar haar leven

Translated word by word:

Here is buried the body of Adriantie Hubbard
Housewife of the late
Adriaen Voorhees
passed away on the 13th day of July
1810
in the 80th year of her life

Wissel

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