Feeling a little cabin feverish today. So icy outside, and so still, only the titmouse on the feeder seems alive.
I wonder what I’d be doing if I lived in Manhattan in the 1890s?
Strolling the top of the Croton Reservoir at 42nd and Fifth, where the New York Public Library now stands? There used to be a little shop across the street where we could take a refreshment. Hot cocoa, then cloak your cold fingers in a warm fur handmuff.
Or perhaps if it warmed up in the afternoon we’d go cycling up at Riverside Drive, on the Upper West Side. After all, for women, being on a bike had gone from being incomprehensibly daring to exceedingly fashionable. Sagacious Susan B. Anthony said that cycling “did more to emancipate women than anything else in the world.”
Or after all, why not just go home to a shabby-genteel (emphasis on the shabby) clapboard cottage on Amsterdam Avenue at 122nd Street. (Maud’s dorm now overlooks this exact corner.) Then it was still very much in the country. Note the goat on the steps near the front door.
I wonder what the wallpaper looks like inside?
Jean Zimmerman 
Thank you! I don’t see the material you attached. Maybe you could try again?
OMG, we just have to meet! I just joined the TANN network and came across your wonderful blog. I just love the way you look at the world!
Attached is a walking tour I wrote for a now sadly defunct online company. But after reading your latest entry, I thought youd enjoy it.
Cheers —
Caroline Curvan 111 Hawkes Avenue
From: Jean Zimmerman Reply-To: Jean Zimmerman Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 22:39:03 +0000 To: Subject: [New post] Day Trip to the 1890s
jeanzimmerman posted: “Feeling a little cabin feverish today. So icy outside, and so still, only the titmouse on the feeder seems alive. I wonder what I’d be doing if I lived in Manhattan in the 1890s? Strolling the top of the Croton Reservoir at 42nd and Fifth, where the”