...there, beneath the blue suburban skies...Ahem, and now we return to our regular programming [shifty eyes]. Go figure: My pal Kevin Walsh of Forgotten New York links to CrazyStable as a font of information on Victorian Flatbush (or at least our little corner of it), and a wave of guests click over and encounter...posts about a cat show and a mouse embryo. Sorry, we're a bit distractible here. It's why the house isn't done yet. (Well, that and the money.)
I've actually been planning to share my discoveries on (a) our surrounding micro-neighborhood of "Caton Park," or, as I like to call it, NoProPaSo (North of Prospect Park South) and (b) the True Actual Recorded History of the Crazy Stable (it actually had some illustrious residents back before its precipitous fall from grace). I will do this very soon, but meanwhile, here are the most Caton-Park-o-centric posts from the archive, all staggering works of heartbreaking genius, as Mr. Eggers would say:
On life next to, but definitely not in, a posh historic district: here.
Our William Styron/Sophie's Choice connection (it's a doozy): here.
Exactly what I think of Dodgers/egg cream/stickball nostalgia addicts: here.
Demographics, or, the gorgeous mosaic meets reality: here.
More multicultie follies--our racial steering story: here.
A walking tour of Prospect Park South: here.
Coming soon: cool facts about Caton Park yanked from the mists of Flatbush history, including True Crime Stories and Tales of Primeval Brooklyn Golf. Meanwhile, below is a chunk of a 1908 map, which doesn't show our streets south of the Parade Grounds laid out yet, although by that time, they were. I guess the "Electric RR" was the trolley along Church Avenue, long gone and surely much more fun than the lumbering B35 bus.