After doing the photo shoot for The Pew Charitable Trusts referenced in Part 1, I took advantage of the opportunity of feeling comfortable in the old neighborhood to drive around take some more photos. It was hard to decide where to go first, but I was drawn to heading straight up the block on 10th Street to my old synagogue on 10th & Rockland – Congregation B’nai Israel.
Viewed from different angles, the old church then synagogue and now church again still has a stately charm to it.
Continuing a little further north, I couldn’t resist a walk through the narrow alleyway that separated the synagogue from the neighboring residence to the north on 10th.
… and looking northward in the alley between Rockland and Ruscomb toward the back yard of where the Grossman brothers used to live – Howard, Jerry and Barry, together with father Moishe and mother Martha.
Proceeding north on 10th takes us to Congregation Rodeph Zedek, another church turned synagogue that has long since reverted to churchdom.
Here a few more angles of the intersection at 10th & Ruscomb, first looking westward toward 11th and then looking eastward toward 9th.
Traveling another block northward on 10th brings us to the corner of 10th & Lindley where I discover that the bus traveling south on 10th Street is no longer the “C” but is now the “4”.
Wait a moment. Before proceeding north to the famous intersection where 10th meets Fisher meets Windrim, let’s double back and go east on Rockland to 9th, then north past Ruscomb and up to Lindley. This takes you by Birney Elementary School, now Birney Preparatory Academy.
We’ll take a left on to Lindley for one block heading west, then another left around the corner of Hutchinson and head back down the other side of Birney’s school yard until we get back to Ruscomb where Hutchinson has to make a slight turn to continue southward – the only such turn in the neighborhood where the row homes aren’t in a perfect row.
… and the view from the corner of Hutchinson and Ruscomb, looking eastward.
I want to take you eastward for a moment and go over 9th St. to 8th St. on Duncannon Avenue, where the homes still sport a very pretty brick and dead end into what I recollect calling Tabor Field.
Turn around, opposite the playground/field, and as you look back eastward on Duncannon toward 8th you’ll see a familiar sight on the wire overhead: used sneakers slung over the wires, always knotted and in pairs, an ages-old ritual as widespread in the neighborhood as wireball itself.
Can’t resist commenting again on how pretty the homes still look on 8th between Duncannon and Fisher, still with well-kept stone and manicured little lawns, immaculate in their rows mindful of their counterparts in the Rhawnhurst section of Northeast Philly.