Jan

16

These photos of NYC brought back many nice memories. I was born (Feb 1941) and raised in Manhattan.

The missing dimension are the smells. New York burned its garbage. All apartment buildings were equipped with garbage chutes in each apartment. Scraps, paper, plastic, bottles all went went down. Every two or three days the superintendent would burn it all in the basement incinerators. Acrid odors and black greasy soot spewed out of the smoke stacks and spread onto every window sill. Along the lower west side there were slaughter houses daily supplied by train with carcasses. The rotting renderings added another lovely aroma. Everyone was used to it and didn't notice it until you went to the countryside. Upon returning you knew when you hit the outskirts of the city.


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