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onceuponatown · 8 months
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Albany, New York. Ca. 1900-1010.
1.  Bird's eye view, Albany, N.Y.
2.  State Street.
3.  Pearl Street.
4.  Kenmore Hotel.
5.  Post office.
6.  Keeler's Hotel.
7.  New York State Capitol.
8.  Albany high school.
9.  City Hall.
10.  Albany seen from the Hudson. 
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Italian actress Marcella Albani on a vintage postcard
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kodachrome-net · 2 months
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Khmer refugee in Chicago, 1988
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ashtrayfloors · 11 months
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a matter of perspective // Jessie Lynn McMains
(Albany, September 2003)
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koffeefrkeleven · 2 years
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Old sign, downtown, Albany, NY. 
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hajimariwaquartet · 2 years
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forcing tumblr to see my two new meeplet babygirls bc i love them and THEY GOT MARRIED WOOO 🥳
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3garcons · 2 years
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Off the Record Trio at Olde English Pub Sept 2022
first and 10 edition
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weremustelidae · 2 years
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ok. gonna get a new mp3 player that hopefully won't suck ass
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gerardpilled · 23 days
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when I saw mcr in Albany there was a dad there with his 13 year old daughter and the people around us started introducing themselves in a sort of defensive tone saying “I’m [name], pronouns he/they. Not a girl. That’s [friend’s name] pronouns she/they. She’s a girl.” And the dad was like “hey that’s cool. Whatever you want”
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Italian actress Marcella Albani on a vintage postcard
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bodhranwriting · 9 months
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koffeefrkeleven · 2 years
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See the newest item on my shop. An initial run of ten. Prints of one of the Albany Holland Ave Tudors. See details at my etsy. 
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enriquemzn262 · 5 months
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My favorite abhorrent ship upgrade has to be what the US Navy did to three of it's old WW2-era cruisers, turning two Baltimore and one Oregon City-class heavy cruisers into the god-awful Albani class guided missile cruisers.
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Just look at them! Basically a fucking apartment building built atop their old hulls.
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3garcons · 2 years
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Off The Record with Luke at Olde English Patio Oct 2021 part 3
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Fabulous contemporary rustic woodland estate built in 1992 sits high on a hill in Garrison, New York has 7bd. 6ba. listed for $5.950M.
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Look at the entrance with its bamboo ceiling, beams and stone. 
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It’s rustic, but has a distinctly Zen flare. 
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The current owners are clearly maximalists, but look at the stone fireplace.
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There are no photos of the kitchen which is disappointing, but the dining room is beautiful.
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The main bd. is lovely.
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Isn’t this bath amazing? The wood and vintage fixtures are stunning.
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This guest bd. is beautiful.
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Another bat with antique fixtures and look at the light fixture.
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The upper floor is so beautiful. Look at the shelving.
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Here’s another sitting room.
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And, a cozy bedroom. 
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Beautiful pool with outdoor fireplace..
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A stone garden shed.
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The grounds are gorgeous and there’re 110.14 acres. 
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Plus, there’s art throughout the property.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/236-Old-Albany-Post-Rd-Garrison-NY-10524/113080673_zpid/
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myemuisemo · 4 months
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It's week 3 of Letters from Watson, and there is an elephant in the room.
We're going to feel the elephant's trunk, but first I want to crawl into the mindset of a contemporary 1887 reader. It's been a long time since I watched the Jeremy Brett versions of Sherlock Holmes, so if my impressions are shaped by that experience, it's in an indirect subconscious way.
Holmes' explanation of how he spotted the courier as a retired sergeant of Marines indicates that he's storing a good deal of trivia about military services in the lumber room of his mind.
Gregson and Lestrade, the best of Scotland Yard, are blessed with the Victorian compliments of being "quick and energetic." Watson, in his rush to order a cab, is also implied to value quickness and energy over whatever thought processes Holmes is about to introduce. When not humored in his rush to be useful, he falls into a sulk.
Gregson is the whitest of whitely white guys, from pale face to flaxen hair. The fact that he's not the slightest bit red-faced suggests both that he rarely sees the sun (well, London fog) and that he doesn't drink. There's very likely a teeny bit of a joke here in calling him Gregson, since Watson would certainly have been aware of the work of Joseph Gelson Gregson, the Baptist preacher and Army chaplain whose mission in the 1860s-70s was to convert British Indian Army soldiers to total abstinence from alcohol. Will our Gregson turn out to be zealous and self-righteous?
If Gregson did not arrive in a cab, and Lestrade did not arrive in a cab, then likely there are some specific sort of tire marks in the mud.
Now, the house at 3 Lauriston Gardens came close to baffling me. Obviously, when I first read the Sherlock Holmes stories as a mid-sized child, I knew only sprawling ranch tract homes, so the description of the 3-story vacant house was just "ooh, creepy!"
That numbering really suggests its an attached rowhouse, though. That would be consistent with development down Brixton Road in the mid-19th century. There are so, so many terraces of identical attached houses in yellowish brick. Here's Google Maps demonstrating 3-story terraced rowhouses on Handforth Road, just off Brixton Road. These are a little too new, dating from the 1890s, so we've got to imagine a Brixton Road area that's still far less developed -- things that look "old" to us weren't there yet.
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These remind us that as London built outward, the rowhouses usually did not have two features that Lauriston Gardens has: a front garden and a center hall. The front garden suggests that the intent of the four dwellings composing Lauriston Gardens was to be a little more suburban and bucolic than the typical urban terrace. Its general aura of mud indicates that it has failed at this promise.
But move on down Brixton Road to the 300 block, and here we are with that garden! These are 3 stories, have a yard, have pillars suggested Greek Revival (1850s-60s), and are depressing af.
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Maybe it's my years in the Albany-Troy (NY) area speaking, but these are exuding "we are holding onto middle class by our slipping fingernails." I think that is actually the impression Doyle intends to give: Lauriston Gardens was never quite perfectly respectable, even in its heyday, but it was trying.
That center hall still troubles me. A middle-class rowhouse typically has a side hall, which holds the staircase volume. The parlor is then either narrow (one window) or wide (two). Lauriston Gardens is built with a center hall (pointing to a more lavish lifestyle) but only one "reception" room deep. It has "offices" (butler's pantry or whatever) and a kitchen on the main floor, not in the basement.
Something like this, a titch further out Brixton Road, might be a fit if it weren't for the extra wing on the side. I think the dormer floor is a modern addition. These super-plain houses with only the pillared doorways look so grim, especially compared to the more ornamented Victorian styles.
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If the reader is meant to feel uneasy at the mismatch between 3 Lauriston Gardens' pretensions and its actuality, we're there! In any case, the carpet has been pulled up (as was common, you took it with you when you moved), the florid older wallpaper is peeling, the fireplace mantle is a faux finish (yep, aspirations above our proper class), and there is a body on the floor.
Our body is wearing a frock coat, which was the formal daytime wear of a gentleman but on its way out of fashion by the 1880s. Broadcloth of the era had a felt-like feel and was known for durability. So our corpse is respectable, practical, probably conservative in habits, and possibly punching a bit above his social class.
And he has a "simious and ape-like appearance," which worries the heck out of me in a modern 2023 sense. Watson, as the late Victorian everyman, refers to common notions of facial bone structure indicating character. Simian is never good; it's an indicator of primitive, uncouth nature. I'm going to hope hard that we are solely being set up to see the dead man as representative of the worst sort of grasping, self-centered, profit-minded, uncouth American. We're definitely supposed to "get" that, as the house is failing at its pretentions, so too is the dead body trying to be something above its class.
I am nervous for next week, and I'm determined not to look ahead. I'm going to sit with my discomfort like a proper serial-reader, so don't spoiler it for me!
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