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  1. Ellen L November 3, 2017 at 11:24 am - Reply

    My father grew up in Blissville. He attended P.S. 80 ( now a hotel) from 1935 to 1942. He lived across the street from what is now the Jackie Wallace VFwW Jackie was a Blissville boy who died in World War 11.

    My great aunt Louise Vogelsang was a major player in Blissville politics. She and her brother ( my grandfather) owned a few of the buildings that still exist in Blissvilel. There was a rather large scandal involving Louise Vogelsand and her abuse of a foster child she had taken in in the early 1930’s

    My great Aunt Jessie Labanowski was raised in Blissville, attended P.S. 80 and went on to become a doctor. She was an ob/gyn who delivered many of the children born in Blissville in the 1930s. Priscilla Labanowski, Jessie’s sister went on to Fordham Law School and then became the general counsel to Corning Glass My father’s uncle owned a deli located on the corner of Starr and 35th Street . That building is now a check cashing place.
    My father told me Blissville had a poultry market where his mother would buy fresh chickens whiich she would butcher in the backyard of their home.
    The neighborhood once had a pharmacy, a bakery, shoemaker and other small businesses. It was a fairly rural town.
    My grandfather, Leo Labanowski was a police officer in Blissville.

    I lived in Sunnyside for many years before moving to NJ. During my time in Sunnyside I met a lot of people who grew up in Blissville who have passed on.Blissville has a unique story to tell. St. Raphael’s church was where troops were stationed during WW2. They stayed in the basement of the church. They were placed there to protect the local oil tanks.

    – Ellen L.

    • larry labanowski December 9, 2017 at 12:02 pm - Reply

      Jesse labanowski was my grandfather’s sister. I am surprised I dont know you. my Uncle Leo (Oswiecimski) and I once went to her house when I was little and he worked to fix a clock she had. I know this is the same Jesse because she was an OB and delivered my dad.

      • ellen labanowski December 24, 2017 at 3:40 pm - Reply

        Who was your grandfather? My grandfather was Leo Labanowski. He was the brother of Louise Labanowski VOgelsang and Jessie Labanowski. You must be my cousin?? Where did you grow up? Ellen Labanowski

        • larry labanowski January 29, 2018 at 11:46 am - Reply

          hi Ellen
          I live in Houston now. but we grew up on engert ave in greenpoint. my grandfather was John Joseph Labanowski and he owned the brownstone and also a little restaurant called the “Two Way Coffee Pot”. his brother in law was Leo Oswiecimski. Aunt Jessie was my grandfather’s sister. I remember going to her house once with my uncle leo to fix her cuckoo clock. I don’t recall a leo labanowski, but my brother might. I know the name vogelsang because my dad mentioned it once. but I don’t know how it plays in. I knew that my grandfather had a brother who was a police officer in nyc and another brother who was a navy frogman (now called Navy Seals) and he was one of the divers who brought up bodies after Pearl Harbor. My brother has an autographed picture of him with his scuba gear on circa WWII. his daughter (also one of our cousins) was living in Hawaii and I know that my parents met up with her about 20 years ago. I grew up in Garden City and am now a lawyer in Houston. my email address is larry@labanowski.com. I never went back to this website after I read your post. I agree, that we must be cousins. feel free to write my email if you like. I will tell my brother and sisters that I made your acquaintance. its nice to meet you .

  2. Christine B November 6, 2017 at 11:21 am - Reply

    Laurel Hill

    I grew up in Woodside, on 48 St bordered by the new Calvary and the LIE. I grew up in the same 2 family house my mother(youngest of 10) had moved to in 1928. As a little girl my mom and her friend brought food to the “hobos” that had a camp by the freight trains near the Newtown Creek. One of the men gave her a “gift” of a knife. When my grandpa found out, she got into big trouble.

    The Newtown Creek was a feature of my childhood(50’s&60’s) as well. Very often, depending on wind direction, we could smell the creek at low tide. Also, there was a glue factory near the creek and on hot, humid days the smell was awful. It always made me feel bad for the horses that were the source for the glue. Christine B

  3. Patricia Boyd November 7, 2017 at 5:26 pm - Reply

    I am a lifelong friend of previous commenter, Christine B. My grandfather John Crimmins (1897-1983) was a Blissville boy and we have a picture of him as a cadet at St. Raphael’s. He courted and married my grandmother, who was from Williamsburg/Greenpoint, and eventually they bought a new house on 48 Street across from Christine B. My mother and her uncles were friends as kids.

    My mother always told us about the presence of gypsies; however the ones she knew lived at the end of 48 Street when it was a dead end. The gypsy family name was Stanley. She would have loved to see those pictures in the trailer.

    For some reason, my grandfather lived near Queens Boulevard and they called it Blissville. Don’t get that completely.

    Mom loved the whole Blissville/Laurel Hill neighborhood and was not happy when it got torn apart by highways. When we were young we used to have a nice ball field in Laurel Hill (Sandy Field) and two little parks around 47th and 46th Street. Now the kids have virtually nowhere to go. Only one park in the neighborhood really: 43 Street and Greenpoint Avenue. I went to kindergarten in Laurel Hill. Now Laurel Hill is pretty industrial. It could always change once a real estate developer sees how close it and Blissville are to Manhattan!

    I hope I can see the whole movie some day. I live out of state but visit often.

    • Patricia Boyd November 7, 2017 at 5:29 pm - Reply

      I forgot to say that my grandfather also went to the public school that is now a hotel, which previous commenters refer to as PS 80. Didn’t know that! The school I went to for kindergarten was called PS 76.

  4. (big bobby) Czartoryski November 13, 2017 at 11:58 am - Reply

    Raised in Blissville

    My sisters and I were raised in Blissville at 31-26 Greenpoint Avenue. I have aFacebook Page entitled, Blissville, Long Island City, Queens NY.
    In 2006 we held a reunion with the people from the 1930’s to present It was held at the former Bradley Inn on the corner of Bradley and Greenpoint Avenue.
    There are a number of photos of Blissville on the site.
    Thank you for bringing Blissville memories back to life.

    Ob (big bobby) Czartoryski

  5. larry labanowski January 29, 2018 at 12:04 pm - Reply

    has anyone ever heard of a place called the two way coffee pot. it was a diner owned by my grandfather. does anyone know where it was located.
    also, I did some research on my grandfather’s machine gun company during WWI and found a lot of information about the men who served from Greenpoint. I am not certain if Greenpoint is part of Blissville, but if it is you may find it interesting to know that there is a memorial in a glade by the bandshell and promenade in Central Park (enter from fifth ave around 69th street and head west) with brass markers in honor of the 77th Division, known as the New York Boys. and specifically the members of the 77th. there were quite a few men from Greenpoint, and I bet Blissville who served. Also, there is a nice monument in McGolrick park in Greenpoint honoring the men and women who served.

  6. Claire Acerno January 29, 2018 at 1:09 pm - Reply

    Just saw a clip of your “Blissville” documentary. I was blown away. I really want to see it but live in LA, how do i get to a screening? I grew up in Woodside and moved to Blissville in 79 untill i moved to LA in 83. All the faces in your docu. were familar. the blonde lady talking about zoning was my landlady and second mother. connie lawrence. I have such great stories about her and those times. Blissville made me a poet, and artist & had a deep effect on my life. It was such a strange time warp, even more than Woodside..and five minutes from another world. “the City” I was pregnant and 18 when i moved there. I was a deep feel person and images provoked thoughts but i had no way to express them (or even know what i was thinking) at that point in my life. they were hard years, but years i’d never give back…so much good. So I started writing. Here is one of my 1st BlissVille poems… Trip Back Home 1984 ’round here/people talk/with glazed eyes/drink lots a coffee/glazed donuts/sit on stoops gossip/”guess who just dropped dead”/narrow minds/”in the A&P”/predjudice/down the block the puerto ricans fix cars/”Keep his stinkin no good son away from my daughter/”she should marry a man like mine”/have a huge color TV/maybe a cop/have plenty/stoops, coffee, glazed donuts, glazed eyes/a coupla kids/wait to die. poetry from 2017 Saint Theresa’s Somewhere in time I have that “PARTY” tattoo on my left hip a champagne glass and bubbles foxy hunks at St. Theresa’s let me dance alone with no lipstick and wild hair not knowing how stunningly fucked up I am my heart breaks the top of every hour I freely give the finger to men in business suits as they gawk from slow cars driving past the Calvary wall I have no politics no world opinions only whispers toothpick thin streaming another time before I was born to orphans and Queens my only hope a heart where the next song on the radio keeps it safe. anyway….just wanted to share. Queens plays big in my poems. You touched a deep part of my life with your documentary and i only saw the trailer! thank you. claire acerno

  7. Deb Coll February 2, 2018 at 2:02 pm - Reply

    Anton Stankialis also known as Anthony was born on 16 Jun 1871 in Gulbinai, Pasusvio Lithuania. He arrived at New York harbor in 1888 (Age: 17). He was naturalized on 09 May 1907 in Brooklyn, New York. He lived at 44 Bradley Ave. Blissville in 1903. In 1907 I can find him living at 116 Pearsall Street, Blissville, NY. Between 1910 and 1920 he goes from renting 116 Pearsall Street to owning it. He had a candy store at that address in 1920 then changed it to a hardware store. The building was worth $7,000, according to the 1930 census. The building had three floors, he lived in the building and nine of his thirteen children were born there. He rented out some of the building and in 1925 there were seven boarders and eight from his family living in the house. They changed the address to 52-11 35 the Street around 1935. Between 1935 and 1940 he moved to 216 Beach 96th Street in Rockaway. He died January 14, 1940. Two of his children Amelia and Adele and their families moved into the house at 116 Pearsall Street. Amelia was my grandmother, my mother talked about how she loved living in Blissville and was sad when they had to move out when they lost the house to the bank.

    Stankialis-Store-envelope

    116-Pearsall

    • Bill Hoffman February 10, 2018 at 5:35 pm - Reply

      My wife, Maureen McPhillips Hoffman is grand-daughter of Adele (Elsie Mesk)- sister of Amelia. Adele / Elsie lived and died at 5211 35th Street. How do you leave photos or Deb- contact me at hoffmanwm9@yahoo.com. Bill Hoffman

      One Correction. Adele / Elsie and her daughter Millie and husband moved to Maspeth on Grand Ave where she passed away.Bill

      These are Adele (Elsie Mesk early Pics) from my wife’s side of family.

      Elsie Mesk 1
      Elsie Mesk 2
      Elsie Mesk 3
      Elsie Mesk 4

      Adele (Elsie) Mesk in 1972 1st pic and then pics around 1979-80. Thanks. Bill

      1972
      With her daughter Emily (Millie) and a friend
      a few great grand children
      2 Sisters

      • Rebecca Cooney April 23, 2018 at 8:57 am - Reply

        I live in that house! I have since 1990 after leaving an abusive relationship, and though it sounds like I’m church, Blissville saved me with it’s live-and-let-live attitude while at the same time, knowing your neighbors are looking out for you. It’s the place I call home, it’s where my soul lives. Pontiac Paper (aka Mr. Sy Kramer) was my landlord, and he’d advertised in The New York Times for a tenant for the second floor. One other guy and I were the only lookers that Saturday. The other guy offered him extra money to encourage him to rent it to him; I didn’t know better and offered nothing. He gave the apartment to me, partly on the advice of Bob Bravo who still lives on the 3rd floor and thought I’d be a better tenant. I signed a lease (probably illegal) that said I was responsible for everything, even the boiler if it broke down (it didn’t for 20 years, thankfully), and Mr. Kramer didn’t raise the rent for about six years, years when things were really hard for me financially, and I’ll always remember and thank him for that. In those days kids hopscotched in the street, grandmothers sat in the shade, el Apache opened the hydrant on steamy days, and life idled — it was a an eddy away from the rest of the world…that is, until I’d walk into the Blissville Deli for a toasted biali and Mohammad would ask me each day, “Have you read what John Burns wrote today?” He was asking about The New York Times’ writer who covered Afghanistan, “the best reporter there,” he told me often. (He knew I was freelancing for that paper.) I don’t know about the future. But Blissville has always evolved, so perhaps again, it will as its population doubles with homeless New Yorkers.

        • Robert Czartoryski June 16, 2018 at 11:56 am - Reply

          Please contact me, bobby c

  8. John R March 18, 2018 at 8:23 pm - Reply

    I grew up on 48th St near 50th Ave and Blissville was always one of my favorite neighborhoods to explore. Still is, on the rare occasions I still get back home. We loved riding bikes around there as kids and teenagers. And through Calvary Cemetery, every different section of it. It was the only “green space” we had as kids in that area. Newtown Creek was one of my favorite spots too. Very happy to see it finally getting some attention and getting cleaned up. It has a very long way to go but we have to start somewhere.

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