These were blocks with personal history. The Wallace's Department Store, where my grandmother waitressed in the little cafeteria near the back entrance -- because every department store had some kind of lunch counter then. Her aunt worked there as well, in the ladies' department. My mother worked there, too, making clothes for and dressing mannequins. And my father worked there, first as a valet for the parking lot (though they didn't use the word valet then -- he parked cars), then as a delivery man for the furniture department, whose warehouse was down on Weaver Street. When Mrs. Beauville left the Wallace's lunch counter to start her own restaurant across the street at 426 State Street (in the space that had been Fox & Murphy Sporting Goods), which became Peggy's Restaurant, my grandmother went with her, and worked there until she retired around 1980. While my mother was raising children, my father continued with Wallace's until about 1966, when he went to work for Golub Corp., which operated what were then known as Central Markets. Not too much later they became Price Chopper. Eventually my mother went back to work, just up State Street at the Schenectady Savings Bank, but even before that we made frequent trips to downtown. And so there was a time when I could have closed my eyes and named every business with a storefront between the Hotel Van Curler and Veterans Park. And I would have thought all of that would have been permanent, but of course it was nothing like it. In that 400 block of State, the core of downtown for all those years, not a single business survives from my youth -- you might except the Proctor's Theater, but it's actually a vast improvement on the '70s adult "art" movie house with occasional horror movie shows that I remember from my teens. When the Carl Company, Schenectady's last local department store, succumbed gracefully to the general tendencies that had killed all the other local department stores in upstate New York, and the Woolworth let go of its rundown little corner location, and even the daily newspaper fled its antiquated space for something better way outside of downtown, there was nothing left of that old geography I knew so well, except its skeletons. Some of them, happily, are being renovated and finally put to use after decades of bungled efforts (which famously included the rebuilding of a tiny canal area, which seemed to be based on the premise that was brought people downtown was a small, unusable artificial waterway in no way connected with the canal that the residents of Schenectady had vehemently fought against in the first place).
This obsession has blossomed fully within me into an all-out effort to recapture that geography of my youth, to remember what was where and when, to try to put names to the empty faces on the streets of Schenectady. Some of these efforts can be seen here, where I have scanned a number of photographs of the Electric City as it used to be. And I have also been scanning a number of ads and articles from a pair of old editions of the Schenectady Gazette that my grandparents saved from V-E and V-J days. Brittle, well before my time and not much longer for this world, but fascinating to me. And if you care to, more modern pictures of the City that Lights and Hauls the World here.
This obsession is not limited to where I grew up -- I'm pretty much fascinated by the history of every place I've been. Of course, not many places in the U.S. have quite as rich and interesting a history as Schenectady. Syracuse, where I lived for a long time, got a late start, comparatively, but I was still always fascinated by its story. I just recently tripped upon a great, detailed site that lays out much of the geography and architecture of the Salt City, Yestercuse. With the history you get a lot of the present, as well, and it's saddening to me how a city that seemed so vibrant (if struggling) when I lived there seems to have fallen on some very hard times.