Corona Park

[Comelade]

la première fois que je visitais le Corona Park, j'ai beaucoup aimé et surpris de voir tant de gens jouer au soccer.
The first time I visited the Corona Park, I loved and surprised to see so many people playing soccer

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Suite des photos
http://perrin.olivier.free.fr/mes_voyages/New%20York%202007/Queens%20-%20Corona%20Park/index.html

[Alonzo-ny]

Waste of a Grand Park, hopefully it can get an overhaul.

[ablarc]

Waste of a Grand Park, hopefully it can get an overhaul.
A description of this place from the 1920's:

About half way between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight. But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg.

The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their irises are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.

The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.

[ZippyTheChimp]

Great Scott

[Mohamed]

Good photos

[brianac]

F. Y. I.

Death at the World’s Fair

By MICHAEL POLLAK (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/p/michael_pollak/index.html?inline=nyt-per)
Published: August 3, 2008

Q. Recently, on a visit to Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, I came across a brass plaque near the Queens Museum of Art (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/q/queens_museum_of_art/index.html?inline=nyt-org): “Dedicated to the memory and heroism of two N.Y.P.D. (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/n/new_york_city_police_department/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier) detectives in 1940 when they were killed trying to defuse a bomb planted at the British Pavilion.” Can you tell me more? Was the crime ever solved?

A. It was the afternoon of July 4, 1940, at the New York World’s Fair. Across the Atlantic, Britain fought Nazi Germany. In Flushing Meadows, diagonally across the Hall of Nations from the Court of Peace, detectives had been mingling with visitors in the British Pavilion for two days after a telephone caller warned that the pavilion was going to be blown up.

About 3:30, an electrician took another look at a canvas bag in a second-floor fan room. He heard it ticking. After it was examined, it was carried outside near a fence. The World’s Fair police notified the bomb squad.
At 5 p.m., the peak of the pavilion’s teatime holiday business, two squad members, Detectives Joseph Lynch and Ferdinand Socha, squatted near a 20-foot maple tree, crouching over the little buff-colored bag. They gingerly cut away a two-inch strip. Inside, they could see sticks of dynamite.

A detective was telling the World’s Fair police commissioner that this was the real thing when the bomb exploded. Most visitors thought that loud fireworks had gone off.

Detectives Lynch, 33 years old, and Socha, 35, were killed. Where they had crouched was a crater 5 feet wide and 3 feet deep. Five other officers were wounded, two critically. The fence was ripped open. Every leaf and most of the bark of the maple tree were gone.

Despite a $26,000 reward offer, the crime was never solved.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/03/nyregion/thecity/03fyi.html?ref=thecity

Copyright 2008 (http://www.nytimes.com/ref/membercenter/help/copyright.html) The New York Times Company (http://www.nytco.com/)

[NYC4Life]

The park will probably never see its days again like it did during the World's Fair.