Monday, December 15, 2014

The Neighborhood That Disappeared

If you missed Mary Paley and John Romeo's documentary, The Neighborhood That Disappeared, which aired last week on WMHT, you have a couple more opportunities to watch it, including tonight—I hope.* The film traces the history of an Italian neighborhood in Albany from its settlement through its demise when the Empire State Plaza was built in the 1960s. According to the filmmakers, the project displaced 9,000 people, 3,600 households, and more than 1,500 buildings, including 350 businesses, four churches and 29 taverns. You can watch a 30 second trailer here, or a longer, more informative pre-release trailer above.

*The notices I've come across the web haven't inspired my confidence in their accuracy, but below are the places and times I have found.

The Neighborhood That Disappeared
   Monday Dec 15, 7:30PM on WMHT World (channel 115 on Mid-Hudson cable)
   Monday, Dec 29, 8:00PM on WMHT-TV (channel 2 on MHC)
   Thursday, Jan 1, 2015, 10:00AM, 3:30PM, and 9:30PM on WMHT-TV (channel 2 on MHC)
   December 13-18 7:30PM, Madison Theater, Albany

If your television provider is other than Mid-Hudson Cable, this link will tell you where to find WMHT: Find WMHT

1 comment:

  1. Connie Carciobolo BoschwitzMarch 30, 2015 at 4:08 PM

    I watched this special many times and found my grandfather! You did not mention about the feast honoring Our Lady of Tindari (the black madonna). The statute of the madonna was burned in a fire in Sicily and the madonna's face turned black. The statute was kept that way and brought to America and landed at St. Anthony's church feast in Albany. I was brought up in the south end of Albany and marched in the parade wearing a white dress, white stockings and shoes and rosettes in my hair. Father Emmet O'Connor, an Irishman, spoke perfect Italian and said Mass at St. Anthony's and gave his sermons in Italian. While my parents spoke perfect Italian (born in Albany) they did not teach my brother, sister and me Italian. We were American and we spoke English. I can only understand a few words and it's a shame because it is such a beautiful language. I remember the delicious cookies the ladies of St. Anthony's made.