New Dorp Beach
Obscura Day 2012 Participant Pictures
More than sixty people joined us on an exploration of New Dorp and Cedar Grove Beaches on Staten Island’s eastern shore. Here are some of the photographs from that day!
Obscura Day photos by Dan Selzer.
Obscura Day photos: learning history from Jen Fitzgerald and Josh Jakob.
Obscura Day photos by Aimee Monko.
Also be sure to click over to the blog We Heart NY and to BK Rabblerouser to see more great documentation of the event.
A Brief History of New Dorp and Cedar Grove Beaches
Standing on New Dorp Beach, among the sea glass, the tampon applicators, the Gatorade bottles, it is possible to see remnants of the St. John’s Guild Children’s Hospital. Built in the late 19th century as a stationary counterpart to the Floating Hospital that once docked just off-shore, the institution was also known by a more romantic name: Seaside Hospital. There are metal pipes, the bases of columns, cracked bits of foundation, bricks. There is the breeze, recalling the fresh-air initiative that sought to give sick city-dwelling children a respite from their crowded tenements. And there is the sea.
But, abandoned after a brief tenure housing Italian POWs after the Second World War, knocked down to make way for a never-realized Robert Moses highway, the hospital is more ghost than anything.
Trudging across its now-littered footprint onto adjacent Cedar Grove Beach, the sand brightens, the space widens and history draws closer. For nearly one hundred years, generations of families summered in the idyllic bungalows of the Cedar Grove Beach Club until, for the sake of that phantom highway, their property was seized by the city under eminent domain. Rather than return the homes when its plans didn’t materialize, the city turned the bungalows over to the Parks Department. Residents leased them back, caring for the beach and nurturing their summer community, until, for reasons unknown, they were evicted in 2010.
The historic homes languish behind a chain link fence, boarded up, just beyond reach. HBO’s Boardwalk Empire filmed in one, and the beach, untouched by any official parks maintenance, remains clean due only to the efforts of HBO. As the homes begin to be stripped, former residents worry that proper precautions aren’t being taken against asbestos and lead. They remember the sofas, bed-frames and wind-chimes they left behind, the cabins largely emptied of mementos accumulated over decades. They remember the families that had for generations made this place a home together each summer. The former residents of Cedar Grove Beach Club still gather elsewhere for events and celebrations, still hope to win back what’s left of these buildings and rebuild their homes. But it is not hard to imagine that, before long, the well-loved slats, shingles, and beams of these bungalows will follow Seaside Hospital into the Lower Bay, drifting out of time and into memory.
-adapted from information given by Jen Fitzgerald, David Young, Josh Jakob and Eleanor Dugan, Obscura Day 2012.
Fresh Air for the Poor
The New York Times, September 1, 1901
Nearly half a century has elapsed since the first fresh-air charity was instituted in New York by a kind-hearted editor who pitied the waifs playing about City Hall Park in sweltering midsummer days, whose little blistered feet might now run upon the cool grass beside them.
But for the saving help of the many fresh-air agencies in this city thousands of little ones would have perished during the recent hot wave which dealt suffering and death in unsparing measure in the crowded tenement districts of the city.
Nearly all the large churches in Manhattan conduct fresh-air charities for the poor of their districts, some for two weeks, some for the Summer, others for a day, but the burden of such work falls on the Children’s Aid Society, the Association for Improving the Condition of the Poor, St. John’s Guild, St. Vincent de Paul Society, the Mont Lawn Home, Edgewater Creche and Gilbert Robertson Memorial Home. The great work of these associations is supplemented by many smaller ones, and the work of each rendered more effectual and far-reaching by co-operation made possible by the Charity Organization Society.
The Secretary of this association stated that during the hot spell not half his invitations to go to Bath Beach were accepted. The poor people were too prostrated by the heat to come for their tickets and make the journey thither. Mr. Brace of the Children’s Aid Society, on the contrary, was besieged by pale-faced, suffering children eager to go to Brace Farm for two weeks, and so distressing was their condition that the little ones were sent without regard to the adequacy of accommodations at the farm, and allowed to sleep in barns, out-houses, and anywhere about the house. Everything was cool, clean, and comfortable. Barns were like glimpses of paradise to the poor little waifs from east side sweat boxes. › Continue reading
Dread Beach by Cate Marvin

It’s a kill myself kind of day,
the sun itself refusing to lend
its flattering light to the skin
that makes my face, its eyes
set as facets to gaze on a sea
churning its organs up upon
the shore lit beneath a hurt,
where the gassy water’s salt
fattens and deposit its small
wealth of dead crabs clawless
among stunted mussel shells,
beach glass the worn lip from
Mad Dog, and someone’s lost
his pants three times by three
wave-worn rocks, by the pyre
of piss-filled gatorade bottles,
discarded tampon applicators,
two combs jagged with teeth.
I died here once. Before nothing
mattered. So I pocket sea glass.
In another life, it’d have cut my
thigh. But all that’s here rusts.
A grocery cart estranged upon
rock. Mattress coils deranged
with fishing net, and the plastic
bunting that once plied hospital
beds is now a white zipper twist
round a pylon staking remnant
pavement to sand this worn-at
children’s hospital a someone
said let the sea take away so as
not to have to cart its ugly onto
the inland. And when the dead
began to matter was when my
wrists began to stagger, beach-
comb sea-glass. Dragging their
blood-nets all over. Back then,
I got my gift of fading into walls
simply by leaning. First time I
saw him, I knew I’d been done in.
See, your salt-crumpled pants
legs dead as sea crabs, thick tar
muddle glued beneath sun next
to a tire rind, that half full bottle
of Visine lying on sand in wait as
if to proffer its saline kisses to my
driest eye: froth your terrible past!
O, but if you only knew. Back then,
I was so much better at being dead.


About the Author
Cate Marvin’s first book of poems, World’s Tallest Disaster, was chosen by Robert Pinksy for the 2000 Kathryn A. Morton Prize and published by Sarabande Books in 2001. In 2002, she received the Kate Tufts Discovery Prize. She is co-editor with poet Michael Dumanis of the anthology Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century (Sarabande Books, 2006). Her second book of poems, Fragment of the Head of a Queen, for which she received a Whiting Award, was published by Sarabande in 2007. She teaches poetry writing at Columbia University’s MFA Program and Lesley University’s Low-Residency MFA Program, and is an associate professor in creative writing in the College of Staten Island, City University of New York. She is co-founder of VIDA: Women in Literary Arts, an organization with the mission to explore critical and cultural perceptions of writing by women through meaningful conversation and the exchange of ideas among existing and emerging literary communities.
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Objects
- 1600 bars of silver
- 1968 Lincoln Continental
- Abandoned buoy
- Art in a bottle
- Baby doll heads
- Battleship toy
- Birdcage
- Body
- Boot
- Bottles
- Car
- Clara Bell clown
- Cleat
- Concrete Pilings
- Contaminated fish
- Crabs
- Current
- Deck of cards
- Deer
- Dentures
- Dolphin
- Dreamland
- Dreamland bell
- Ellis Island Ferry
- Eyeglasses
- Fish
- Flying fish (kite)
- Formica dinette
- Freight train
- Giraffe
- Good Humor Ice Cream Trucks
- Grand Piano
- Green boat
- Headless Dutch Boy figurine
- Heel and Key
- Horse bones
- Humpback whale
- Jet Ski
- Kangamouse
- Kawasaki waverunner
- Lightship Frying Pan
- Lottery tickets
- Mermaid
- Minke whale
- Monkey comforter
- Mussel shells
- Mysterious goo
- Oil
- Pan flute
- Pants
- Pipe
- Plane Crash
- Plastic Purse
- Produce
- Rose and carnations
- Scooter
- Sea glass
- Shinbone
- Shipwreck
- Shoes
- Shopping cart
- Silicone Breasts
- Silver Rattle
- Sitar Boy
- St. John's Guild Children's Hospital
- State secrets
- Stripped cars
- Submarine
- Submerged barge
- Surveillance Systems
- Tampon applicators
- Tea Pot
- Teredos & Gribbles
- The Abyss
- The General Slocum
- The Princess Anne
- Toilet paper
- Toxins
- Toy airplane
- Volvo
- Waterpod
- Wharf rats
- White boat
- Yellow bear
Body of Water
- Arthur Kill
- Bronx River
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- Coney Island
- Coney Island Creek
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- East River
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- Gowanus Canal
- Hell Gate
- Hudson River
- Hutchinson River
- Jamaica Bay
- Little Neck Bay
- Long Island Sound
- Lower New York Bay
- Melted snow
- New Dorp Beach
- New York Harbor
- Newark Bay
- Newtown Creek
- Plum Beach
- Prospect Park Pond
- Red Hook
- Rockaway
- The Coral Room
- The Narrows
- Upper New York Bay
- Westchester River
- World's Fair Marina
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