A place where stories were never meant to end
By the beginning of the 20th Century, Brooklyn’s die was cast. A thriving sub-metropolis, annexed to one of the greatest cities in the world, its nexus gravitating inexorably to the three grand bridges that connect it to Manhattan.
Brooklyn was a staging point. Ships carried goods into its protected harbors. Produce came in each day from the farms out on Long Island. Immigrants spilled into its neighborhoods, Jews in Brooklyn, Irish in the Heights, Italians in Park Slope.
Grand stories started in Brooklyn but were never meant to end there. The hustle and bustle was meant to power passage through the throngs into some other place.
The map is from 1921. The photo from around 1910.