cc An old Cincinnati brick, its letters enhanced by a Sharpie. It came from a chimney at Lil' Man, the shotgun I am redoing on Washington Ave. Other bricks from that chimney make up the Jerri Jones memorial and the community garden herb ring.
Probably this stands for Cincinnati East Station, although When I Googled that, I only got directions to Penn Station restaurants on the east side of town. From the bank of the Ohio River.
I have found quite few bricks canoeing, but this was the first on a kayak. We were visiting our nephew Jeff Schafer and hiswife Jill who live on the Erie Canal i
The brick is said to be quite rare, less than ten of them out there. Frank Clement took care of me. A great souvenir from the Spencer, N.Y. swap meet. My sister, Betsy, was born in Ithaca when my dad taught at nearby Wells College.
I got the news this weekend. Janie had passed. She was 89. I had just seen her the week before. She was born in Alabama and had lived on Cohoon St. the last 50 years. She was a great friend and neighbor. She knew them all: Becky, Jasper, Sarah, Willie Dog, Hobo and the cats, Po'Boy and all the neighbors: Buck, Emmanuel (Email), Easy, Oh Boy, Miss Catherine, Snake Bait, Amani, Floyd, Ella Walker, Tiny and on and on.
This is the only wooden brick street that I have seen. News flash: Bill Ross just told me there are a few wooden bricks on 7th St. right here in Newport.
The first brick I grabbed at the Spencer N.Y. swap meet was a wooden brick. Jean Bear found it in Akron, Ohio. I believe they are made of oak and soaked in creosote. Jean told they were not popular because they would soak up the horse urine and stink.
This blog is mostly about the bricks in the wall I am building behind my house on Lexington Ave. in Newport, although many pictures are of friends and places. Enjoy.