A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006. Now a Popeyes fast food restaurant on Google Maps.

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Entry from June 11, 2006
Hudson River Crawl
"Hudson River Crawl" was the name that swimmers of the Hudson River would apply to...well, I'll let them used their own words for it.

http://www.washington-heights.us/history/archives/inwood_hill_park_96.html
Interesting. It brings back memories when I swam in the Harlem River, in the 1930s at Spuyten Duyvil, between the Henry Hudson Bridge and the Railroad Bridge at the entrance to the Hudson River, There was a small beach by the Railroad Bridge that we called "Depression Beach", because you did not have to pay to swim there. We all swam bareass with the "Harlem River Crawl" (Arms moved out from the body to push away any turds).
John Sexton
Posted by: John Sexton | September 18, 2005 01:23 PM

http://www.pbs.org/now/science/HUDSON2.pdf
BOB GABRIELSON SR.: I can remember when they had the sewage plants, and they used to pump out. And us kids used to swim in the river. And you'd see little brown things floating by. We called it the Hudson River Crawl. You had to push them out of the way.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006
SWIMMING IN THE HUDSON RIVER?!?!
Current mood: crazy

Yes my dears.. it is true. I have lost it. Less than 5 months I will be swimming in the "Hudson River Crawl". Yeah crawling and pushing away turd, bodies, garbage for a good mile downtown. Then my dirty ass gets to ride a bike 25 miles in to the Bronx and back into Manhattan. Finally my buns get to run or back to crawling 6 miles around Central Park.

Posted by Barry Popik
Names/Phrases • Sunday, June 11, 2006 • Permalink


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