I'm combining these two days because I just could not find the first walk. It was called Learning from space station: imagining a regenerative New York City
Here was the listing: Meet at Rockefeller Park by Ping Pong table 75 Battery Place. Hmm, an internet search informed me that Rockefeller Park was part of Battery Park. I found Battery Park, but not Rockefeller Park. I'm not one of those males who is afraid to ask for directions. I asked, "Where is Rockefeller Park?" Answer, "Uptown." Well, I knew that was wrong, so I found a Battery Park employee and asked, "Where are the Ping Pong tables?" Answer, "There are no Ping Pong tables." As a last resort, I found Battery Place, but not 75 Battery Place. And Battery Place was outside of Battery Park, so I gave up.
Next was Seen But Now Heard: Visiting the "Supermuses" in Central Park
It began at the Women's Rights Pioneers Monument, and focused on Central Park sculptures and the women who were the models. The walk leader was very knowledgable and shared lots of information. Sometimes too much. The walk was scheduled from 1:00–2:30pm. It ended around 3:15pm.
The Supermuses were Audrey Munson (we saw her at Columbus Circle), Hettie Anderson (59th and Fifth, the angel with General Sherman), Doris Droscher sort of, her Pomona (also at 59th and Fifth) is being renovated, and Charlotte Cushman, the model for the angel at Bethesda Fountain, sculpted by Emma Stebbins. I urge you to do cursory searches on all four Supermuses and maybe on Emma Stebbins, as well.
Sunday took me to the Williamsburg Bridge. Oddly, I'd been there before on a Janes Walk music tour that took us to center span, where a jazz musician (saxophonist Sonny Rollins) who, without an indoor practice space, would sometimes play many hours a day. Our walk leader informed us that there were raves there sometimes. But I digress. This Walk went from Manhattan all the way to Brooklyn. The leader was, once again, very knowledgable. Info on the towers and the suspension cables was forthcoming, including comparisons to the Brooklyn Bridge, because, why not? At the time it was completed, the Williamsburg Bridge was the longest suspension bridge in the world. Having done a Brooklyn Bridge walk a year or two ago, I asked why I wasn't seeing locks attached to chain link fences along the way. The guide said he wasn't sure. Lo and behold, about two-thirds of the way across, we saw locks. If I'm remembering correctly, they began as 'locks of love' in Paris and slowly took over many bridges in many cities. They are now discouraged.
Oops, though I'd carried it with me all three days, I finally had to open my umbrella toward the end of the Williamsburg Bridge walk.
I had lots of time before my final walk, so I made my way to the Lower East Side (2nd Avenue and 7th Street) and treated myself to lunch at a Ukrainian restaurant. It was established in 1954, as was I, so I took that as an omen. I had a cup of wonderful mushroom barley soup and a bona fide Ukrainian beer. Viva Ukraine!
My final walk was Murder on Second Avenue. The drizzle threatened again, but we made it through the walk. The leader was very knowledgable once again. In fact, he lived through two murders on or near 2nd Avenue in the early 1980s. One happened at a local restaurant near his E 4th St apartment and one happened next door to his apartment. Not next door to his apartment building. Next door to his apartment. He called 911. And since the AIDS epidemic was at its height then, there was another type of murder going on. Brian Rose, the walk leader, has actually written an account of that era, and he read his words to us as well as adding other nuggets of information. I have sent out a request to Mr. Rose. I will not include a link here until I get his permission. But if you search on Brian Rose and Murder on Second Avenue, you'll find the whole story. Permission was granted. Murder on Second Avenue / New York - JOURNAL • BRIAN ROSE
Will I do Janes Walks again? Yep. Not as many per day as I did four or five years ago, but I like to think I may be more selective these days.
As an extra, Mr. Rose took us past Extra Pl and its adjacent empty alley (very rare in lower NYC). I hope the photos come through.
ConcertMeister