There’s a lot of brick construction in Philadelphia, what with all the city’s connections to colonial times. What is not appreciated often enough is the rich portfolio of architecture from other periods, from Victorian to mid-century modern, found within the city limits.
Sometimes you look left while crossing the street and come across the most remarkable layers…
While I was still working in Old City, work began on rehabbing the old brick buildings — better known as Shirt Corner, for the bold red, white, and blue graphic painted on their exteriors.
Not long after, this happened.
The article reports that the buildings were found to be unstable while the rehab work was underway, necessitating demolition. Though I have heard cynical old building fans express the opinion that clearing the site was the plan all along, providing the owner with a large, cleared lot and the option for new construction without working around old buildings.
Either way, we would have lost the bold bicentennial-era graphics.
But at least we still have Suit Corner across the street.
The Plaza Hotel (built 1927) in Camden, New Jersey, is no more.
Heavy equipment started work on razing the building on Tuesday, February 25. The demolition crew anticipates leveling the site in a few weeks.
A local member of the Camden County Historical Society calls the building’s demise another case of demolition by neglect, blaming absentee owners for the loss.
According to an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer, “The seven-floor brick hotel in its heyday featured a German dining room and live music in the ballroom. Its proximity to the RCA recording studio made it a common place for visiting musicians to stay.”
Which valentine to share?
I decided on hearts AND flowers.
First, I selected one of the earliest in my grandfather’s collection. These two cherubs apparently want you to know that time is of the essence in letting your valentine know how you feel! “Valentine Greeting”
Shamrocks float through the air to bring you luck and forget-me-nots surround the clockface, where the hands mark the time as twelve. (On the other side, the postmark on the one penny Benjamin Franklin stamp indicates it was mailed at twelve noon on February 13, 1908 from Fairhill Station in Philadelphia.)
The card, printed in Germany, was addressed to Master Paul White, Tylersport Post Office, Pa. and sent by “Wm. Mergner”
I also couldn’t resist sharing this rose and horseshoe postcard. The graphic quality appealed to me, and was such a contrast to the busy floral sweetness of the Valentine Greetings cupid card.
The text says;
Business Improvement Asso’n Carnival of Camden, 1908
Compliments of Anthony Kobus & Sons, Boots and Shoes, Fourth and Spruce Streets, Established 1858
On the other side “Pub by Philadelphia Postal Card Co., in Germany.” It was never mailed, so was perhaps hand-delivered when the Whites visited with the Belz family of Camden.
I was curious about Anthony Kobus & Sons and did a little digging. The Shoe Retailer and Boots and Shoes Weekly (Vol. 55, No. 6, Boston, Wednesday, August 23, 1905) highlights all the news that’s fit to print in exciting shoe and boot doings. In the Camden, N.J. section Kobus lands the lead story.
Anthony Kobus & Sons An Enterprising Firm of Shoe Retailers – Their Magnificent Store
Anthony Kobus & Sons, dealers in boots, shoes and rubbers, 409-11 Spruce Street, Camden, N.J., gave to each of their customers a beautiful fan during the recent hot spell. The fans were decorated on one side with roses and heads of beautiful women lithographed in colors. This firm have a magnificent big store, light and roomy, with separate departments for the sale of men’s and women’s shoes. The show windows are paved with tiling, and the shoes are displayed on stands of natural wood bases. Some have metal uprights and beveled glass tops. The women’s and children’s window has a decorated steel ceiling and the styles are shown on pyramid stands with circular glass shelves, growing smaller toward the top. Many electric light bulbs add brilliancy at night.
Here is what the Camden address looks like today.
I had some unexpected time off in October, while Congress debated and filibustered. I started a project I called “Furlough Mail” which had the advantages of giving me something to do, depleting a trove of vintage postcards looking for places to go, and supporting the struggling United States Postal Service. Oh, and friends who responded to the Facebook post also received something other than bills and window replacement coupons in their mailboxes!
I’ve seen articles in respected publications about the state of letter writing in the world today. Is it a lost art? Is it making a comeback? I can tell you that one thing that hasn’t changed is the smile prompted when receiving a piece of mail with a person you know at the other end. It creates a connection. You hold it in your hands, perhaps more than once, and are pleased that the person remembered you and you are reminded of the past, times you once had. Even if you print out an email, it never really accomplishes all that.
In the early part of the 20th century, my grandfather’s cousins made sure that he would have some mail of his own, a smile, a memory of their last visit. They’d send a glimpse of the great big world to the small boy living on a country mill. He saved them all.
I’m sharing this one from 1909 with you — Uncle Sam sitting down to tuck in to a Thanksgiving turkey. (I guess that’s before the idea of pardoning turkeys at the White House came along….)
What was going on in 1909? Taft was president. British explorer Ernest Shackleton reached the South Pole, while later in the year Robert Peary and Matthew Henson reached the North Pole. Workers started pouring concrete for the Panama Canal. And to mail this postcard from Camden, New Jersey, to rural Greenlane, Pennsylvania, Cousin Violet licked a one cent stamp featuring Benjamin Franklin’s profile and placed it on the back of the card.
This year, I’m still thankful for the thing and people I outlined in this post — “I’d like to give thanks, and you should, too”
My Edgar Allan Poe-ka dot shout-out to Halloween and historic preservation