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I can go on and on about the great people I have met who worked for the LIRR during my teen years and how well I was treated by the vast majority.
One particular incident took place when I was a young adult, age 21. I was returning from Germany from the Army as my enlistment was ending. It was one of the few times I ever wore my uniform in transit because it would be one of the last times I would wear it. I mainly did it or my parents, who after growing up during the world war were thrilled to death I was serving my country. I should have done this more often.
I arrive JFK after a six or more hour flight from Frankfurt. This was 1981 so there wasn't an Air Train to Jamaica so I had to use a taxi. The driver and I make small conversation and when we get to the LIRR he turns off the meter and says "No charge,,"
I thanked him and gave him a healthy tip and I made my way to get my ticket. The ride out to Huntington was normal and as the conductor was punching the tickets he walks right by me. He punches the ticket of the man next to me and ignores my ticket. The man next to me started to pitch a fit to the conductor and the conductor asked the man what branch of the military had he served in? The man said he never served and the conductor gives him a glare, the man looks at me, then I look at the man with disdain, turn to the conductor and I said. "Civilians" and I give my eyes a bit of a roll. The conductor chuckled a bit and I said thank you and he went about performing his duties.
When we arrived Huntington, I was heading to the Port Jeff section and the crew was next to the power pack. The crew acknowledged my uniform and we struck up a conversation. I asked if I could ride the head end. Everybody was agreeable to the idea and in good spirits. Just as the engineer and I get ready to walk to the head end, one of the uniformed train men goes to shake my hand and plants a $20 in it. He says he figured I was out of money for a ticket and that's why I asked to ride the head end. I laughed and showed him my fare and told him that as a kid I had perhaps more miles in the cabs of these locomotives then some of the engineers did and it since I am no longer a teen, that my chance for rides in the best seat in the house are diminished. He agreed and apologized to me and I told him that there was no need to be embarrassed and declined the twenty. We head to the GP-38 and off we go for St., James. It was the last LIRR cab ride I had.
12/30/2008
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I
was born in Woodside, lived by the Bulova watch building, and when my
family moved out to Copiague, I always spent part of my
summer (an other school vacations) at my great grandmother's on 64th
Street .
I
was riding the LIRR to Woodside alone by the time I was 10 years old.
My father would put me on the train, and tell the conductor where I
was going, and let me know if I had to change at Jamaica.
My great aunt would meet me at the Woodside station. During the
week, she would give me $1 when she left for work in the morning, and
I would plan my day's ramble.
I
could go over to 65th Street and the BMT and take the train to the
Museum of Natural History, or over to 61st Street and hop the IRT to
the city, or go to visit friends in Jackson Heights or Corona (and
later to the World's Fair and Shea). Sometimes, I took the bus
to LaGuardia and sat up on the terminal roof and watched planes.
Other times, the Rockaway bus on 61st took me to the beach or Playland. I even rode the Fifth Avenue bus along
Roosevelt
when I wanted to go over the bridge to Manhattan or out to the
Sunnyside yards to watch trains. That dollar would cover my
round trip fares (30 cents) and a lunch (hot dog and soda for about 60
cents) and leave me a dime to buy a comic book at the tobacco store on
39th Ave , between 64th and 65th.
You
are right about the modeling possibilities of Roosevelt
Ave. , and that is part of why I want to do this area. I always
liked the 61st Street IRT / LIRR station complex. The entrance way to
the LIRR platforms on 61st were just a boring tunnel compared to the
stairs leading up to the IRT mezzanine over Roosevelt . And that
escalator on the south-east corner of Roosevelt & 61st was great.
Closed inside the shed, bouncing and bumping its way up that seemingly
great height, was a fantastic noisy ride. From the mezzanine
(where we used to play handball against the walls) you could look down
on the LIRR platforms.
I
still have vivid memories of Roosevelt Avenue, although
I can't quite place everything in their exact spots. I do remember the
tiny corner newspaper/tobacco shop, at the foot of the stairs leading
up to the El. To the left of the entry door, there was a window,
from which you could order a root beer in a frosted mug and one
of those famous NYC big salted hot pretzels from. Inside, you could
get newspapers (there were about 5-6 NYC papers at the time, and they
all had multiple editions each day!), magazines, candy, and
cigarettes. Outside the store, under the LIRR bridge, was a big wooden
table with the papers stacked up, held down by iron weights with the
name of the paper cast into it and a depression for you to put the
coins to pay for the paper you took. Next to that, heading
towards 62nd, was the shoe shine man. I seem top remember that
there were four chairs up on a platform, with foot rests where
you placed the shoe to be shined. The shoeshine man sat on a box on
the sidewalk as he shined your shoes. Sometimes all the chairs
were full, and one or two men would be shining all those shoes.
Next
to the shine stand was the open air vegetable and fruit stand,
still under the LIRR. Across the street, by the escalator was an
old diner and a bar, tucked under the bridge. As you came out
from under the bridge, there was a hobby shop that I spent lots of
time and money in as a kid. I used to buy a model plane or AMT
car every time I visited Woodside, and would work on them back at the
apartment at night. A few doors down was the Deluxe movie house.
I remember many double features and matinees with cartoons, serials
and newsreels at the Deluxe and also over at the Sunnyside. My
father, who grew up in Woodside, always called the Deluxe the
"Fleabag" for some unknown reason. Other stores I
remember along Roosevelt were the bakery (that always used that red
and white string to tie the box with your purchase closed), the candy
store, a couple of clothing stores and one or two shoe shops, the
grocery store (was it a Cracker Barrel or an Associated?) with those
cool (at least to me) delivery bikes with the little front wheel and
the giant basket and the triangular kick stand and the back wheel the
held the bike upright when parked, and the butcher's, with the
chickens and sausages hanging from the hooks in the window and the
sawdust on the floor, at least one jewelry store and wasn't there an
army-navy type store there as well.
It
would be fun to get pictures of all those store fronts, or a map
showing the name and location of all the stores along Roosevelt
from 65th to 60th. If you remember any other details or
find any photos you would care to share, let me know. I still
have much to do with just mapping out the two stations and getting
reference photos of the structures and the immediate area of Roosevelt
Ave., so the rest of the street scene will come later, but gathering
the information will be ongoing.
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Even
though I grew up in Woodside and used both the LIRR and IRT stations
hundreds and hundreds of times, I have precious few photos at Woodside.
While Woodside was substantially rebuilt during the 90's, it did undergo
big changes for the 64-65 Worlds Fair. That was when the railroad had a
ground level ticket office (a large three window affair with a
passageway connecting the three platforms). The late Ben Dwyer, who was
once a teacher, handled this busy agency--Ben was an East End refugee
who had worked early in his career as an agent-operator with people of
the stature of Jimmy Osborne
The
platform A ticket office was built new to accommodate the agency and
newsstand and platform B got its own ticket office to at first handle
Worlds Fair sales and then AM rush hour only sales. It also opened for
Jets and Mets Games but that separate facility probably closed for good
in the late 70's.
Prior
to the 64-65 Fair, Woodside had an express office at the east end of
Platform C. There was a concrete pathway across the Port Wash tracks to
access Platform B from the express house. That building was demolished
prior to the Fair because it was unused and was considered an eyesore to
Fair passengers. During a short period in 1964, the unused waiting
room/ticket office structures at Elmhurst were demolished and Corona was
totally obliterated.
1960
is an excellent year. The intersection of 61st Street and Roosevelt Ave
was a modeler's dream with shoe shine stands, fruit and vegetable stands
under the LIRR bridge, a diner, restaurant, several taverns, a
Bickford's, two bakeries, candy stores, the DeLuxe Theatre, a Merkel's
butcher shop. The list goes on and on.
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