Now & Then

Buried beneath layers of time and development lies another Inwood…an Inwood inhabited by Indians, Dutchmen, Hessians, captains of industry and hardscrabble Irish immigrants. If every picture tells a story, then this is the story of…


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MikeG November 20, 2013 at 5:16 pm

I was born in Central Maternity, but my family lived in Inwood on Broadway & 207th until I got married in 1975. My father owned Lorraine Radio & Record Shop, renamed Lorraine Television & Toys in the early 60′s, on 207th just east of Broadway. I attended PS 98, JHS 52 & GW (as did my sisters). My father was originally from the BX (as was my mother, eventually) & worked for a hardware store in Inwood called Marshfield’s(sp) in his teens. He was friends with the super of 4960 Bway, Gunnar Shipstedt. Gunnar would tell stories about selling kerosene to the Indians in Inwood Hill Park in the early 1900′s. My parents are long gone & my oldest sister died in the early 90′s.

A lot of memories inhabit this site.

Nick Kourabas November 21, 2013 at 12:01 pm

Our big “claim to fame” is that our family owned INWOOD LANES on Academy Street, right off Broadway. We lived in Park Terrace and I used to walk to the lanes all the time to work, to bowl or to hang out. I loved Park Terrace…an amazing haven right in Manhattan! When I started working downtown, while in college, I would tell people where I lived and they would say, “Oh, you mean upstate?” And I would say no, I’m in New York City! Manhattan! People in NYC are so provincial..back in my day, (I’m 63), people did not venture out of their own neighborhoods at all.

So much fun there…Isham Park, Inwood Park, playing in the street until way past dark on summer nights. Those of us who grew up then really had a great, special time in NYC. Do other folks remember Inwood Lanes?

Mac Iver December 2, 2013 at 2:13 pm

Born and raised on Seaman Ave (97) to be exact. Went to Good Shepherd hung out at the park and absolutely loved every minute of it. Used to hunt for arrowheads in the caves, bought black and white cookies a the Alpine Bakery every Sunday, and hung out at Madelline’s Candy Store (corner of Cooper St and 207th) Wouldn’t trade those days for anything!

Jack Stone December 12, 2013 at 12:06 pm

Cole, do you know what became of the block house and stack of cannon balls that were next to George Washington HS? When I was back in ’84 it was gone, replaced by buildings erected right up to the school. I certainly hope that it was moved and not destroyed. I believe it was part of the original Ft. Washington.

Jack Stone

Jack Luster January 14, 2014 at 12:37 am

I used to play pool at Mr. Eight Ball.
Anyone remember that upstairs room?

Debbie M January 21, 2014 at 1:32 pm

Grew up in the Dyckman Projects 1957-1976. I remember a candy store I loved. I don’t remember the name of it, wish I did it was on Nagle ave and 200 and something 204th 207th. I don’t remember. These pictures are great. Thanks for the view.

Ellen Doody February 6, 2014 at 8:22 pm

I grew up at 89 Seaman Avenue. Later we moved next door to 95. I went to Mother Cabrini for 1st grade then transferred to Good Shepherd. Inwood holds a very special place in my heart. My parents were married at Good Shepherd in 1947. All my relatives lived on Seaman Avenue or close by. My grandmother and cousins lived in the same building. They were Bob, Joan and Maureen Reilly. My other cousins the Minogues lived on Vermilyea Avenue. Happiest memories – my dad would put his high-fi out the window at Christmas time and play Christmas music. He also sprayed snow in the form of a cross on the front of the building – it was there for years….. I went to Peggy Henry’s Irish step dancing school for 25 cents. My grandmother would send me to Carl’s the butcher on 207th Street. There was a candy store on the corner of 207th and Cooper Street where we would buy penny candy and chocolate eggcreams! We moved to NJ in 1960.

ed clarke February 20, 2014 at 12:13 pm

My father Ed Clarke lived at 1 Post ave and my mom Theresa Hahn lived at 174 Nagle they got married and moved to 170 Nagle ave.
My father was a bartender at Barone’s with Lou Nardi the owner…the restaurant had the best baked ziti. My mother worked in Carter’s on Dyckman for years. I remember Abe’s newsstand at the corner of Nagle/Dyckman; Regina’s, John’s bargain store Loew’s and Alpine move theaters and of course Dave’s candy store right around the corner from Joe the shoemaker. Schilliman’s ice cream had the best burgers and shakes. Joan and Carol’s candy/card store……….Carol just died in 2013.

My sister Barbara, me (Ed) and my brother Gary all went to OLQM….I went to Power Memorial and my brother went to sister went to Sacred Heart of Mary up on 215th st. My brother Gary moved to Vegas where he was murdered by his roommate; and my father passed away back in 2000.

Our best friends were the McGirr’s who also lived at 170 Nagle ave….it was a great place to live and I miss all the memories and folks from the 60′s and 70′s.

I married now in live in Midland Park, NJ and my Barbara Morrison and my mom now live in Riverdale.

carol hudo fichter February 21, 2014 at 12:41 am

I lived at 3856 10th Avenue
lived there from 1943 to 1963 when I married
I remember the candy store by the train station the guy who owned it was a man named Harry
And then there was the grocery store owned by a man named Jean I believe. Of course the Butcher and beauty palor.I went to St Jude Grammer school and was married there in 1963
My parents bought a condo (Nagle houses) in 1964.So many good memories of Inwood
Does anyone know if there is a Facebook page for people who lived in. INWOOD.

John Oxios February 27, 2014 at 9:38 pm

Looking up my ole days in Inwood, Manhattan. Living on L.I. People will argue w/ me that Inwood is in Queens? Near Lawrence! Born @ St. Elizabeths and lived @ 645 Academy st. Went to Good Shepherd School til the end of 4th gradeMom was Peggy Kelley/ oxios/ buys who never left the neighborhood and lived on Elwood st. til her death. Was always wondering what order of Nuns were @ the Good Shepherd School 1963 to 65?

Junior March 21, 2014 at 12:28 pm

the first time I came to NYC was to Inwood (post ave) I went to college, lived in the Bx, years pass by and got married and came back to live in Inwood (park terrace east) since that first time I fall in love with the hood, the variety, for me is magical, everything is you need is here, is very interesting how the neighborhood change, the park, the streets, the churches, the building, I didnt know thart were path mark is that was a swimming pool, or the small garden in Dyckman and Broadway there was a church there, so much history, I can see the Inwood arch from my apartment and it make me feel that something special this area always have, that theres so much to appreciate in here, this is for sure a hidden treasure. congratulations for the this beautiful page and your devotion to our beautiful neighborhood. Many blessings, I’m a designer in a future im thinking to come out with some graphics about the hood.

Jerry Schiller April 9, 2014 at 5:28 pm


I enjoyed your story. And yes, Schilliman’s had great ice cream too!

I remember Joan & Carol’s store. They were cousins.I knew both of them I am sorry to hear that Carol passed away! Carol was such a pretty girl!

Let me know more if you can!

Jerry Schiller…. formerly of Post Ave.

roxanne April 13, 2014 at 1:21 pm

My stepdad, Richard “Richie” Triebeneck was born in 1937. He lived at 230 Seaman Avenue and hung around with the Longhorns. He went to Good Shepherd School (one of the *good boys* LOL) and then George Washington High School. Some of the names he had mentioned were Brian “Suggie” Edwards, Cornelius “Neely” Connors, Paul Bopko (born on March 17). He moved to Emerson, NJ in 1962. He was also friends with Billy McMahon (and his wife Betty), Roy (Coleman) Baumann, who sadly passed away a few years ago, Howard (Howie) Reilly, who is now living in Florida, Sheila Callahan, who married Roy, Thomas “Tommy” Hickey, who was known for his bubble gum chewing (I met him at the candy store one day and he impressed all of us by putting an entire pack of Bazooka in his mouth and chewed it!), he also passed away, that was in the late ’80s or early 90′s. and I cannot remember the others. My stepdad passed away in December of 2013. We were going through some albums and came across pictures of the group sitting on the wall.
I remember him talking about watching the Columbia games and the rowing team, and the Native American pow wows that used to be held every summer and how beautiful the outfits were….also about him stealing from the coin laundry, but then again…not that good boy!!
If anyone knows any of the above named people, please let me know.

Jen April 30, 2014 at 8:40 pm

I was born and raised in Inwood (I’m in my 30′s). I am now teaching at a local school. In my kindergarten class we started exploring the concept of “then” and “now.” My kinders are going to love this site. Being able to view pictures that are decades or even century old and comparing them to recent pictures of places they see daily are a huge “cool” factor for 5 and 6 year olds. Thanks for all the hard work and helping my kinders make learning fun and meaningful.

jane p. May 8, 2014 at 1:00 pm

I’m 75 and always lived on Seaman Ave. When my folks moved here from the Midwest, they lived in 72, then 133, & when I was 18
months old, 256, which was only 3 doors up from the gate at Baker Field (where Columbia played football) and stayed there till I
married & the first 2 kids were born. My folks never left & since it was rent-controlled, they never paid more than app. $60-$65. a
month–awww, the good old days! What is called Indian Road café now, was just “Doc’s” then, with a lunch counter overlooking the
park & a candy and tobacco counter opposite and the pharmacy in the back. They’d deliver then & so did the tailor shop that occupied
the corner of that last bldg. on 218th St.–a large Spanish-style double bldg. with a courtyard between. There was also a small “grocery
store” of sorts, called Pioneer Market which was the size & type of a 7-11. That was IT until you reached the 207th St. “shopping
center”! I went to Good Shepherd of course (didn’t everyone?) & in the 40s that meant 50-60 kids to a class, with the unmerciful
Mercy nuns. Everyone went home for lunch (1/2 hour) unless you lived too far, or your mom “went to business”–almost a racy concept
in that day & age, since EVERYONE’S mom stayed home. I remember “beat cops” who continually patrolled the streets & if you wanted
to cross the street, you asked one to help. I also remember that a serious threat was “I’m going to tell your mother!”

John E. May 14, 2014 at 9:01 am

Great site! I grew up in Inwood and have fond memories of this great neighborhood back in the 60′s. Wouldn’t have traded it for the world!

Hey Nick, I loved Inwood Lanes! I knew a relative of yours – John who bowled there for free and ended up as the PSAL bowling champ when he went to Bronx Science.

Need to visit my old stomping ground!

MAUREEN MCNAMARA July 6, 2014 at 8:07 pm


James OBrien July 14, 2014 at 3:05 pm

When I was a kid I went to Good Shepherd and worked in Jones Deli on 207 Street great times

Sean Hassett July 16, 2014 at 10:30 pm

I grew up in Inwood in the 60s and 70s, moved away in 1976 a month after the Bicentennial, then moved back in 1995 when I was in my 30s. A lot had changed, but some things were still the same. Moved a little south to Washington Heights in 2002. Now on Long Island. I have great memories of Inwood in the 60s and 70s. Nick Kourabas: I bowled in Inwood Lanes a few times, and also in another bowling alley that used to be on Dyckman Street. I remember the long stairs. I think it was over a garage.
I went to OLQM from 69 to 76.
I must take my kids on a tour of the old ‘hood one of these days. I have told them so many stories. It’s about time they visited some of these places.

Eileen Petrausch July 27, 2014 at 8:52 pm

grew up in park terrace west no 72 the espositos the tierneys lived across street went to good shepherd and shm what a great childhood went sleigh riding down isham hill and played in all the parks a beautiful place great memories

Kathleen Petrausch July 27, 2014 at 9:15 pm

I also lived in park terrace and went to Inwood Lanes. No one realizes what an oasis the neighborhood was unless you lived there.

Kathleen Petrausch July 27, 2014 at 9:16 pm

I know the Inwood Lanes and also lived in Park Terrace. What a great place to grow up.

Skip August 5, 2014 at 1:02 am

Today is my birthday. Born at jewish memorial hospital. Live at 212th street until 1965. Still remember PS59 and PS 98. Played a lot of stickball in the schoolyard. Good memories.

Mike Coleman August 25, 2014 at 4:53 pm

I was born in Sloane Hospital in 1966 and lived in Inwood at 110 post ave until I moved to Oregon with my Mother in 1970. I went back to live with my Nana and Great grandma for a few months in 1974 and attended P.S 98 for part of 3rd grade. Although I did not live in Inwoodexcept for a short period of time , my Mother was raised there from the early 1940s , and resided there until 1970.(with the exception of a 6 yr span when she lived in Far Rockaway from 1955 until 1960. My mother lived at 81 post avenue when she was younger and attended p.s 98 and p. s 52. As well. My mothers family has a long history in Inwood as well, My great great aunt and uncle lived on 204 th st between post ave and I believe vermeilyea. And my great Aunt lived at 608 w 204th st with her 3 kids ( my moms cousins) from 1942 until 1974 when she retired to Florida. Another Great great aunt was the Manager of the Loews paradise theater on Dyckman Street. And my mother had memories of swimming at the Miramar pool which is now A Pathnark store.

Mike Coleman August 25, 2014 at 4:59 pm

My mothers name was Carol Gordon. Sadly she passed away a couple of years ago. My mothers cousins who lived with my Great Aunt Ethel are Lester and Arthur and Ann Brownstein all of which Attended p.s 52 and p.s 98 and G.W high school.if anyone reading this has memories of my family and would like to share them I would be happy to June about it . My name us Mike and my email address is

Tommy D. August 27, 2014 at 3:20 pm

I grew up at 256 Seaman (1965-1977) till we moved to Long Beach, L.I. I remember all of it! The Sisters (of show No) Mercy at Good Shepherd School.. and Irish Christian Brothers also. I like to tell my kids now how tough they were on us, but they did provide us “narrowback” Irish American kids with a great education. The Pioneer market on Indian Rd., Gee’s Candystore on Cooper & 207th, the Alpine Bakery, McSherrys on B’Way… and of course Pizza Haven (where you could get a slice & small fountain soda for 50 cents). I used to hang out with Timmy Murphy, Mike Spillane, Bobby Most and the late Richie Cunningam, to name a few. Great times and an amazing place to grow up that I will always cherish.

BARBARA DILLARD September 9, 2014 at 10:25 pm

I learned how to bowl at Inwood Lanes and I believe my Aunt worked there for several years. I lived in bldg 1 Dyckman Projects went to 152 and 52. My parents were from Inwood my Grandmother lived on Post, my Greatgrandmother lived on Sherman.Miss that neighborhood feel where you know everyone, everyone knows you and everything you want or need is only a couple of blocks away in any direction

carolann Carmichael September 11, 2014 at 8:50 pm

I remember sitting on the stoop playing truth, dare, consequence, promise or repeat wth the gang. ..maura and brian sullivan, nancy hopkins, pauly stokes, tootie jerram (sp), rodney slaughter, dieter (forgot his last name) and then hanging out on park terrace playing stickball in the streets with Linda and Laura Moore, Diane Renz, Carrie and Eddie Corrigan….what fun!

Bill Mc September 13, 2014 at 8:57 pm

Would like to hear from all who lived at 256 Seaman ave.. lived their from 1941 to 1957 . new the Gordans 1boy & 2girls also the Bronds dont know if I spelled that right. They lived on 5th fl. Went to Goodshep till 51or52 then down town to LaSALLS 2nd st and2ndave. Atrain. Grad in1955. have a lot of memerois

Kiwiwriter September 24, 2014 at 4:51 pm

This is a fascinating web site for me, as my family has deep roots in Inwood. My grandfather owned and ran a drug store at the northeast corner of Payson Avenue and Dyckman Street from 1925 to 1938, when the apartment building began to sink into the swamp. A steel beam that is still there was installed to prevent the building from slamming into another building as it slowly sinks.

My family lived around the corner from the drug store on Payson Avenue, across the street from Inwood Hill Park and “Billy Meyers’ Yard,” which is listed on 1912 insurance company maps of Manhattan under that name. Dad was born in 1928, and remembered many things: sledding down Payson Avenue in winter; Grandma puttying up windows when a kid up the block got polio; Mrs. Harry Houdini (who lived on the block) going into Grandpa’s drug store to buy tranquilizers by the bucketload; and the annual Indian festivals, starring Princess Naomi.

The latter was a subject of great attention, and I discuss her on the page on this site devoted to her, so I won’t repeat myself.

Grandpa’s drug store did pretty well, because of the Dyckman Street ferry. Commuters and motorists waiting for a boat would pile up on Dyckman Street, and kill time by leaving their cars, walking into the drug store, and buying Ruppert Ice Cream or Cherry Cokes, which Grandpa made by pouring the soda and tossing in a cherry. He also sold “medicinal” alcohol by prescription to beat Prohibition.

Then came disasters. First, in 1929, the Great Depression. In 1931 came the opening of the George Washington Bridge. Grandpa lost his customer base. He had to undergo surgery, and Dad had to watch the replacement pharmacist, to make sure that guy neither stole money nor drugs. The drugstore was literally saved by Franklin D. Roosevelt closing the banks in 1933, which gave my grandparents time to sell enough consumer goods and drugs to pay their electrical bills and rent.

In 1937, Dad went to the Dyckman Theater to see the newsreel of the sinking of USS Panay in China, which was the “Hunger Games” teaser of its day, I guess. He had to sit through the feature film, newsreel, cartoons, selected short subjects, travelogue, second feature, and just as the screen went black and the announcer began to gravely intone that the audience would see the sinking of this gunboat, a hand yanked on Dad’s shoulder. It was Grandpa, wondering where the hell Dad had been all day. Dad did not see the Panay sink until the mid-1980s, with me, on a documentary. By then, he found it overrated, compared with the horrific newsreels of World War II, and the ghastly live TV of wars thereafter.

At that time, movie nights were huge affairs, with the main film, the travelogue (“And so we bid farewell to Nazi Germany, a land of warmth and humanity”), educational short subjects, a newsreel, cartoons, and a second feature. The newsreels usually showed some Cabinet Secretary emerging from a Ford Tri-Motor to make a tinny speech about how a New Deal program would make America better, and the announcer would then sneer that it wasn’t, as the newsreel was done by Hearst. Dad liked the cartoons the best, as he was a cartoonist.

One of these “short subjects” was a film called “Reefer Madness,” or “Tell Your Parents,” on the evils of “mari-huana.” After seeing it, Dad ran home and told Grandpa he would never smoke marijuana, because it made you go crazy, play the piano wildly, and then kill yourself and other people. Grandpa, a pharmacist, was thunderstruck. He knew that marijuana mostly made you lazy, not a killer. Then he straightened up, assumed his fatherhood mantel, and told Dad, “That’s good, son. Stay away from drugs.”

But Dad had little choice in the matter. In 1938, the federal government put a list of drugs on the “banned” schedule, and Dad had to carry a pile of meds to the US Army building, then on Moore Street, by South Ferry. Dad carried a brown paper parcel worth millions of dollars on the “new subway” to 59th Street, changed for the “old subway” to South Ferry, emerged from the subway, handed in the parcel, got a receipt, and went home, He marveled at how he could have sold that parcel’s contents for enough money to guarantee his family’s retirement, then or now.

In 1938, the combination of the sinking building and the Roosevelt recession made my family move to another apartment on 191st Street and Grandpa buy another drugstore on 186th Street, ending our link with Inwood. The drug store ultimately became a laundry. Grandma and Grandpa retired to Florida and died there 40 years ago. By then, Dad had told me their stories, drawn their biographies as cartoons, and made me the keeper of the family’s history.

But while my father is dead and I no longer live in New York, the cycle of my family’s connection to Inwood is complete, though, as my brother moved back to the opposite side of the block my father lived on. Every day he walks by our grandfather’s old drug store to pick up what they called “the new Subway” back in 1932 to go to work and back.

The cycle has continued into another generation, and while my daughter is unlikely to live in Inwood, because of all of our links to that neighborhood, because of the written histories of our family, it will always remain part of our family history.

Dan September 29, 2014 at 11:36 am

Hi Jack I used to go to Mr. 8 Ball at the corner of Dyckman and Nagle with my dad. You used to play pool with him. This was around 1969, i was 17 at the time. Jerry something owned the place and Roger Mattei ran it. Big Tom, Harry the horse, Freddie creature, John and Dennis and Tom Tom were also players there. Also Dominick and John Elks. Good memories of those days.

Linda Cooke -Shank October 25, 2014 at 8:13 am

I remember Inwood Lanes, had alot of fun there, we went with the girl scouts a few times. What a great neighborhood we had, I lived there in the 60′s and 70′s. Born at Jewish Memorial and grew up on 213th street.

SiuJane October 25, 2014 at 3:25 pm

Reading all these fond memories of people who grew up in Inwood, reminds me of my own. My family and I lived at 153 Seaman (corner of 207th) and I can safely say that we were the only Chinese family in the immediate area. My Dad owned a laundry store on 204th & Broadway right across the street from the Dyckman House. Contrary to the other comments, I have memories of being taunted in the streets by the kids hanging out on 207th and having objects thrown at my sisters & I as we were walking home from my Dad’s store. We were constantly being chased, harassed & bombarded with all kinds of racial slurs (which I won’t mention here).

I’m sure that you will delete my comment because it won’t promote your sales of apts. but this all happened in the 60′s – early 70′s. I live in Switz. now and it really saddens me when I hear Inwood mentioned in police series as a place of drug dealers and assassins.

Bill M a old Longhorn November 5, 2014 at 7:59 pm

Cold Thompson Have been reading your site for weeks. You managed to go all the way back to the time Henry Hudson come up the river to Spuyten Duyvil creek. It’s my thought that the rail road bridge was in the open positon. One pic. In your now and then answered a long time question . The Kingsbridge Trolly power station down past the Trolly repair building, the walls of the power building were still there when I was living in Inwood. I often wondered what was the building used for? Now I know. Never went past the building to the river it was to overgrown with weeds and trees. Like every one else who writes I enjoy the site Bill M

Wendy Muller Wilke December 2, 2014 at 6:57 pm

How exciting to find this site about Inwood! I was born in 1944. We lived at the corner of Broadway and Arden Street. The apartment faced west and the view was of the Fort Tryon Park, all the way to the Henry Hudson Parkway exit, the Hudson River, and the New Jersey Palisades. We lived on the sixth floor of a then very grand art deco building built by the Minsky Bros., so I remember. I used to go to the Alpine Movie Theatre and the Loew’s. There was an italian grocery store next to the Alpine Theatre, Nash’s pastries farther down on Dyckman. Across the street was a photographer, Inwood Studios, a chinese restaurant, and a butcher shop. Walking more east, on the south side again, there was a Richman Bros. furrier on the corner of Sherman and Dyckman. As you got closer to the Loew’s Theatre, the bowling alley seemed like it was above the stores. I was young, so I thought it was thunder. I knew of the projects and the IRT? elevated train at the end of Dyckman. There were quite a few bars and chinese laundry stores. I was in boarding school until 1956, so my other memories start here. There was a Gristede’s one block north of Dyckman on Broadway and a Grand Union across the street. The library was just north of Gristede’s.
The block of course that I was most familiar with was from Arden Street to Dyckman Street on Broadway. There was a drug store, a dancing studio. When you crossed Thayer Street, the was another drug store on the corner where kids hung out on the street in front of it. Next was Markey’s Bar, then a little food store owned by Russian immigrants. Next was a shoe repair shop, and the 200th street exit of the A train on the corner.
I went to Sacred Heart of Mary in Park Terrace. Most of the girls came from Good Shepard. We either climbed the 240? steps up the hill, or went through the park.
Back To Dyckman Street going west to the river, i rode my bike ON THE SIDEWALK to the river. People caught eel there.
Inwood was a neighborhood. It was predominately Irish and Jewish. In the summer, most Jewish people went to the Catskills, and so the benches were empty.
That’s all. It was my pleasure to reminisce.

Larry December 4, 2014 at 10:20 am

“Do other folks remember Inwood Lanes?” I do, Nick! It had old fashioned live pin boys, didn’t it? I remember going there during the brief bowling craze – when was that, 1959 or something? I remember another bowling alley down at the south end of Ft Tryon Park on Broadway too. I think it had been a car dealer before, maybe Dodge. One slightly older kid in my Courtyard (11-19 Seaman), Michael Ginsberg, became a bowling pro, I think.

Larry December 4, 2014 at 10:37 am

I’m sorry to hear about your bad memories, SiuJane. I know that some other Inwood kids do too – one in particular told me, but we tend to prefer to remember the good ones, and there were lots in those halcyon days of yore. I grew up in Inwood in the late 40′s and mainly the fifties, and went to PS 52, 98, and then JHS 52 for two years before going to Music & Art for two years and then GW for another two, graduating in 1960. There were, I think, two Chinese-American girls in my elementary school classes, one of them being the daughter of the owners of one of the two Chinese restaurants on Dyckman Street. I even remember her name, which is odd since I’m real bad at names, Madelyn Jeung. I don’t recall anyone ever being mean to her at school, but what do I know?

Larry December 4, 2014 at 10:50 am

Wendy – I was born in ’43 and remember a lot of those things you mentioned too, including catching eels in the Hudson. I learned how to fish on the old ferry dock on Dyckman, and I’d fish there, or treck north across the Spuyten Duyvil swinging railroad bridge to Riverdale (the bridge man would yell at me if he saw me), or ride my bike across Fordham Road all the way to Orchard Beach to fish for flounder and black fish off the jetties. Sometimes we even took the long long subway ride to go surf casting in Riis Park in Brooklyn.

tom walsh December 28, 2014 at 2:42 pm

i lived at 160 sherman ave from 40s to 50s. across the street was wildes bar, later to become the pig and whistle. we would swim in the harlem river under the 207 st bridge. dont understand why we all didn’t get polio. we swam down to the non pariel rowing club [near dyckman st]. we were allowed to use the racing row boats. different days.

Carol January 8, 2015 at 6:27 pm

I also grew up during the same time span, Larry, and I went to Music and Art after PS 52. Most of my family lived within a ten block radius in Inwood. What a neighborhood! I too, knew the owners of both Chinese restaurants and met the woman from HiLo’s on Canal Street. We recognized each other although more than 40 years had passed since I last was in the restaurant. She had twin boys and one in the 1990′s was the manager of the large Chase Bank on Canal Street. Her boys went to “specialized” high schools when I went to M&A HS. One went to Stuyvesant and the other to Bronx Science. It wasn’t easy to be Chinese and be accepted to these HS’s at the time. They were especially bright and studied in the back of the restaurant. My family rarely ate out but my friend and I would share the 3 course special lunch at 65 cents. We also left a 15 cent tip, so we paid an astronomical 40 cents each, almost my whole allowance (50 cents a week).
Larry, I was born in 1941 so I must have been a grade or two before you at M&A.

Barbara Creme January 21, 2015 at 3:49 pm

Hi former and current Inwoodites! This is a great site as is the Facebook group Dyckman
Projects for anyone who is interested. I lived in the projects from 1951 until 1969. Many of your memories are mine. The bowling alley on Dyckman, which was upstairs, as called Joe Amantea’s, I believe, and my father bowled a 286 there and received a trophy. you remember the name of the dance studio? I posted a photo of one of our dance recitals on the Projects group website.
I will check back here now and see who else shows up. Also, spent much time at the YM & YWHA on Nagle which is apparently still there. There is a movie that was filmed there about Jewish and Dominican teens who performed a play together to learn more about one another’s cultures.

Ashamed January 21, 2015 at 8:19 pm

SiuJane, I am really really sorry to hear that yourself and your sister had to endure such cruel treatment by the local bullies. Kids being kids dont realize the enduring pain they can inflict at the time. I realize now because I was one who hurt kids with my mockery and although it was never of a physical or racist nature it was hurtful to them just the same. I wish I would run into them today to apologize. Hopefully yourself and your sister can forgive these kids all these years later if for no other reason than to give yourself some peace of mind

DELIA GILL January 28, 2015 at 3:01 pm

Came across your website today and I love it ! I grew up in Inwood from 1966-1980, lived at 100 Post, 38 Post, 139 Payson and 647 W 207th st. I went to St Jude’s and then JFK in the Bronx. I have great memories of this neighborhood, playing in the street and riding out bikes.
I remember Woolworth, the Alpine theater and the Trocadero ! Amazing pictures, I’ve enjoyed them so much.

Dennis Harris January 28, 2015 at 6:30 pm

To Siu Jane -
Your posting on Oct.25th 2014 made me very sad.
I grew up at 4915 Broadway ( next to the Dyckman House ) and remember your dad and his business. My parents were steady customers and I actually remember playing in the street with either you and /or your siblings.When you are young,sometimes you are not aware of the prejudice or racism that others have to endure.
I never,ever recall my parents uttering any negative comments against your family or Chinese people. My father was in the pest control business and I recall accompanying my dad to your apartment to talk about some business needs.
I also remember that you r dad either owned or had a financial interest in a restaurant beside the laundry.
I have always fondly remember the kindness that your dad showed me and his warmth.
When I was in the army and stationed at Ft.Dix -in New Jersey ( approx. 1961 or so )-he on more than one time sent food packages to me as I was going thru my basic trying. I was the envy of my fellow soldiers as I opened up the packages and had delicious Chinese bakery items,sweets and also a box of Kumquats..
I want you to know that not everyone in Inwood was ignorant or racist and I regret the experiences you had to endure.
I presently live in the greater Los Angeles area and have been fortunate enough to travel on several trips to Asia and specifically China,Hong Kong and appreciate the dignity,culture and warmth that I experienced.

Frank Padilla February 12, 2015 at 1:04 am

Even though born and raised on the upper west side , my family moved to Inwood in 1965. The first of the Puerto Rican families to move there after the Cubans in 1960. My brother and I loved growing up there, we thought we lived in the country. We first moved to 64 Post Ave and then moved to 125 Sherman and finally next door to 121 Sherman Ave. We played in the courtyard that was in between the buildings on Shernam and Post Ave. The courtyard was removed in the early 70s and replaced by a ugly parking lot. My brother and I loved the pizza parlor that was on Dykman Street between Post and Sherman. I remember the bars like the In between and the Hitching Post now long gone. I worked at Jewish Memorial for a short time now long gone. My brother and parents have now passed on but I still hold wonderful memories for the rest of my life.

Al Heitzer February 27, 2015 at 10:37 am

I’m not surprised by SiuJane’s comments regarding some very negative experiences living in Inwood as the only Chinese family in the ‘hood. There were thankfully many more Inwoodians who did not practice racism, but the reality is that we sometimes conveniently forget what others went through until we read or hear about it firsthand. And it would be somewhat disingenuous to suggest that many in Inwood who didn’t harbor racist sentiments or practiced it didn’t at least know of other native Inwoodians who were intolerant of others who didn’t look like them?

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