And the survey says…

Jason Crum mural sponsored by City Walls at West Broadway and Houston (photo by David Bromberg)

Jason Crum mural sponsored by City Walls at West Broadway and Houston (photo by David Bromberg)

Thanks to all of you who filled out my “SoHo Survey” over the past two years (those of you who have not yet filled one out, click on the “Your SoHo Profile” link to the right).  It’s been great to read about all of your memories of old SoHo.  I thought I’d share some of them here anonymously.  Although I received a wide variety of responses to each of the questions, I feel that I can somehow relate to all of them because my memories of SoHo, like yours, are so varied, bitter and sweet, dark and light, foul and fond.

What do you miss most about SoHo in the 1970’s?

Feeling of discovery.

I still love the old buildings, the urban landscape. I’m sad it’s so commercialized. I loved the remoteness, the outlaw feeling. I remember going home from the bar at night, walking down the empty center of the street instead of the sidewalk, because it was safer.

Crosby Street & Spring Street, 1978 (Photo by Thomas Struth)

Crosby Street & Spring Street, 1978 (Photo by Thomas Struth)

The edgy, avante garde feel.

The deserted streets, the cobble stones, I remember the 18 wheelers.  The desolate feeling.  Soho was a neighborhood then. The Italians on Thompson Street. The kids all met at the park.

All the galleries and how remote it was from the rest of Manhattan.

Its spontaneity, the creative use of space, the community of artists, the vacant lots that we’d hang out in, too many things to list.

Art Galleries and the way everyone was involved in making art.

The quiet of the streets, the look of almost desolation on the weekends.  The feeling that we could go anywhere and do anything and explore any corner of the neighborhood as young children like you might expect in a quiet town in the suburbs.

A bail of rags on the streets of SoHo (photo: Camilla McGuire)

A bale of rags on the streets of SoHo (photo: Camilla McGuire)

The vast emptiness and community.  The light, the rents, knowing almost everyone, the creativity, the architecture, the empty cardboard fabric spindles put out as garbage that my brother and I would sword fight with.  Dean and DeLuca being a cheese shop.

Cheap space and privacy with a sense of ‘small town’ community.

The Bleecker Street Cinema, located on Bleecker near LaGuardia Place (source unknown)

The Bleecker Street Cinema, located on Bleecker near LaGuardia Place (photo: Robert Otter)

Bleecker Street Cinema, the lack of chain stores, the feeling that this was real NYC, the Greek Restaurant on Bleecker, the fact that is was really a small town in a big city.

I miss how it was a real neighborhood and not just the pretentious commercial district it has become.

Tight knit community, space to walk and breathe.

What do you miss least about SoHo in the 1970’s?

The danger.

I hated getting mugged. Also, some friends were actually not allowed to come to my house because it was such a “dangerous” neighborhood. ha.

So hard to get food for the family.

Grand Union on LaGuardia Place

Grand Union on LaGuardia Place (photo: Jaime Davidovich)

Lack of basic public services such as regular trash pickup, streetlights that work, etc.

No places to shop.

Our moving building garbage bags because there were rats running around inside of them.

No heat in building nights and weekends.

Fur-coated women dodge bails of rags on their $125 tour of SoHo studios (photo: New York Times)

Fur-coated women dodge bales of rags on their $125 tour of SoHo studios (photo: New York Times)

The pending changes, the visitors who looked at the area with a sense of comic awareness and judgement.  Grand Union was a mainstay but I don’t miss shopping there.

The building troubles, city regulations, LAWYERS, real estate nonsense.

It was hard to catch a cab.

The things I miss least are connected to the things I miss most, so it doesn’t feel right singling anything out.

I miss the old Soho. I miss the old New York.  There is nothing I don’t miss about Soho.

What is your most vivid SoHo memory?

Playing at playground east of Silver Towers while my parents climbed the fence into the field at the NE corner to play softball.  Judson Health Clinic.  Mary’s Candy store on Thompson.  Dumpster diving!  Running along Greene or Wooster along the tops of loading docks and other building structures playing “don’t touch the ground” with my brother.  Sword fighting with cardboard tubes left over from bolts of fabric.  Climbing in and on the bread delivery trucks at Wooster and Prince.

The ball field at NYU Playground, 1973 (submitted by Michael)

The ball field at NYU Playground, 1973 (photo: Michael)

The loft parties after gallery openings.

Walking home after midnight in a snowfall. Walking past a store window on West Broadway and seeing a pair of exquisite shoes I couldn’t afford (I think there was one boutique there then). Meeting Isamu Noguchi on my roommate’s couch, in her loft (he was her friend).

Dragging in discarded furniture for home and studio; having people yell our names outside the building cuz we didn’t have buzzers, then throwing a sock down with the key in it; having all mail put into a slot in the street door;

Renovations at 498 Broome Street, ca. 1963

Renovations at 498 Broome Street, ca. 1963 (photo: Dorothy Koppelman)

Living in my loft when I was fixing it up. I was the only person in the whole 12 story building at night and on weekends.

The streets were always dead at night. The neighborhood was like a giant park. We use to ride our bmx bikes everywhere. I remember eating on Prince Street at a place called “Food”.

Too many.  But breaking my leg when my bike flipped over the curb on Greene and Prince ranks up there.

foodfacadeEgg salad sandwiches at Food.

The active art world. Visiting friends in their lofts, loft life, showing in SOHO.

Jake and Peaty his dog living on the street, working the loading platforms. Fire in the barrels for warmth.

The lights in the artist’s lofts high up at night.

Crazy mad art scene. MusArt Spiral Foods, watching the WTC buildings go up from my south facing windows, waiting for a call from Arnold about the evening’s parties.

Mike, Jane's husband, inspecting the installation of the first wall in the loft. (image: Cass Collins)

Inspecting the installation of the first wall in the loft. (image: Cass Collins)

Building our space from scratch and all the truly insane things that we went through to get that done.

How quiet it was after 5pm.

Meeting George Harrison and John Lennon walking past my building on Broome Street

Walking my dog at 6:00 am and watching everyone stream into the neighborhood going to works from the R and the 6 trains, all going in one direction while I walked in the other with the rising sun streaming down the street making the old building seem new and glistening.

Some of the big street happenings that shut down Prince and West Broadway.

West Broadway in the late 70's or early 80's (photo: Mira Schor via The Huffington Post)

West Broadway in the late 70’s or early 80’s (photo: Mira Schor via The Huffington Post)

The snowstorms, how they shut down entire blocks.  The playgrounds in what is now the Coles center and how the ballfield on Houston and Mercer was really a lot of stones and dirt, there was nothing green about it.

Playing on the street with my friends. Jumping robe and playing handball in Thompson Street Park.  The R&K bakery truck and the daily news night owl edition.  Egg creams  and walk aways at Sammys. My mother calling me from the window.

I have so many.  Here is one:  My mother sent me to the bodega on West Broadway and Prince street to get her beer and cigarettes when I was 9. One of the guys who worked at the bodega sent me home to get a note from my mother.  When I returned with the note he put the 6-pack in a paper bag and walked me half way home before handing me the bag.  I think he was nervous about breaking the law.  That kind of thing would be impossible today.

Walking down deserted streets, even in the middle of the day.

How can I pick one?

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14 Responses to “And the survey says…”

  1. Carol Goodden Says:

    Yukie – this is such a great idea. I loved reading everyone’s memories, good and bad, about SoHo. Great for jogging my own memories. Such an exciting time, it was, so full of energy, innovation and change.

  2. drbop Says:

    Absolutely wonderful. Thanks MUCH!

  3. wendy Says:

    Thanks, everyone, for the memories and to you, Yukie, for putting it all together.

  4. Georgia @ local ecologist Says:

    The photos are fantastic and the stories, wow! I can’t wait for your exhibition (and book?)!

  5. BabyDave Says:

    ” . . . the empty cardboard fabric spindles put out as garbage that my brother and I would sword fight with.”

    Yes!!

    (And I was more or less an adult.)

  6. Scott Coulombe Says:

    I lived at 102 Green St in Soho on 1974. I had a silk screen business called T Space with a good friend from High School. My friend Alex Streeter had a Silver smith shop at 105 Prince st.He made house fly necklesses and silver boot tips for cowboy boots and an awesome ivory banana belt buckel. Johnathan Straus had a gold smith shop on West Broadway called Nemesis ll, he did rings of erotic nature. We all worked hard snd at night wr would all meet at yhe Spring

    • Scott Coulombe Says:

      We would meet at the Spring St bar for dinner and wine. We would also go to the Soho dart bar.on Broome st & Mercer st
      I loved seeing all of your photos snd reading about the old neighborhood. I miss Fanellies bar, and Mr Fanellie.

  7. Scott Coulombe Says:

    Thanks for the great memories.

  8. Bethsheba Says:

    We were Neighbors!

  9. Glen Johnson Says:

    In the early 80’s, what was the name of the bar/restaurant at the NE corner of Prince and Wooster, across Wooster from Food and a few doors down from D&D? Used to go there after work with the D&D gang sometimes. Hard as I try, I just can’t remember the name of the place.

  10. Glen Johnson Says:

    Ok, who remembers this?

    http://weber-street-photography.com/2012/12/12/prince-street-1985/

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