I found this story today by accident, and thought the members of the Kingsbridge Historical Society would appreciate its sentiment.
A story of preservation that resonates ever today i our community, 99 days later. We will all recognize ourselves in this story…
The New Yorker, August 21, 1926 P. 43
The last New Yorker. Story of an imaginary lady living on Spuyten Duyvil Parkway on return from her monthly visit to the city, and is appalled by the confusion and crowds. Glad she does not live there. Remembers it when population was 250,000 and Jenny Lind sang in Castle Garden. Some day a hungry steam shovel will push its way down the Park way, there will be excited meetings in Mrs. Van Schlecteschwein’s broad living room, feeble protests, letters to the press. There will be blasting, hammering and confusion. Cliffs will crumble- the city will have added one more district to its onward march.