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Post by Clipper on Jul 16, 2022 13:55:49 GMT -5
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Post by BHU on Jul 17, 2022 11:25:27 GMT -5
They found contamination around the north side of the building I believe. When I was a kid we lived a stone's throw from that site & I remember walking up to I think it must have bern the old Erie Canal before the arterial was built & the water had a greenish orange color to it. One can only imagine what was dumped there or whether it was ever cleaned up, but I doubt it. That was before enviro regulations were put in place when every waterway was a sewer.
There was a foundry there also & God only knows what THAT place was dumping in that area. I'll bet money that under the arterial in that area lies a toxic waste nightmare.
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Post by Clipper on Jul 17, 2022 13:14:29 GMT -5
Hart and Crouse Foundry was right next door. I don't know if it is still there or not. I worked there for one day while I was on leave from the Navy after basic training. My parents had a friend Gerry Gaskill that ran the Manpower temporary labor office. I was doing nothing for a couple of days during the day so I worked for him for a couple of days. He placed me with a roofing company that was hot sealing the roof of the Foundry. Talk about hot. It was about 80 or 90 degrees to begin with and they we were putting on the hot tar with mops. Another time before I went into the Navy I worked a day for him at a paper company on Whitesboro St that made pizza box cardboard. When the "web" would break while the machine was running full speed it would fill this pit under the machine with soggy wet carboard 4 or 5 foot wide. They hire Manpower laborers to get under that hot machine and pull all that wet cardboard out of there with garden rakes and pitch forks. There wasn't room to stand up straight and working bent over I burned both elbows on the hot rollers while raking.
That was in the 60's. I would work all day and only make 15 or 20 bucks. I have always been a workaholic. I always figured if I had nothing to do a day was wasted. Same as when I was a kid. I always figured playing on a playground was a waste when there was money to be made working on the local farms in Deerfield and Schuyler, loading hay for 50 cents a load to load it and 50 cents a load to unload it into the barn.
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