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| I used to live down the street from a beautiful church on 105 and Amsterdam. It has an ornate winch attached to the facade, which was used to lower coal deliveries into the basement. |
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I started noticing these winches everywhere (I guess 'winch' is the proper name, but I always called them 'hooks'). I began to keep a list of places I'd seen them.
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I love these things. they're an historical remnant, a practical, mundane device that people rarely use anymore, or even notice. For me it's a small glimpse into the everyday life my grandparents would have seen in New York years ago. |
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