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"Rowhouses and moving company." Circa 1925, the furniture and hauling business of Sam Madeoy at 600 H Street N.E. National Photo Company. View full size.
Someone on the second floor was a radio buff, that antenna was good for shortwave. I used to love tuning the old Atwater Kent to BBC London or the English broadcasts out of Cairo or Istanbul, even the foreign language broadcasts were exotic enough to keep my brother and I listening as late as allowed. Then it was crystal radios under the blankets, tuning in to WWV, the Grand Old Opry and the Foggy Mountain Boys, yes, all the way up in Upstate NY, 1955.
I'm not sure exactly when the street car was discontinued, but ironically they are trying to get a line reestablished on H Street. Hopefully it will be faster than the X2 Metrobus, which you can usually beat walking...
All the visible posters announce shows for either Dec 13th or 14th, 1925.
I'm not sure how long typical posters would have remained up in the 1920s, but since all advertise for such a narrow date range its seems safe to say that they were probably replaced often and therefore this photo is mid-December 1925
Samuel Madeoy was a Russian immigrant born circa 1880. According to the 1920 census, he lived at 600 H street with his wife Rose, three daughters and a son. In Dec 24th he remarried. In March 1925 he purchased (and moved?) properties at 12 and 14 E street Southeast.
This corner is a few blocks from where I live - its now a parking lot for a grocery store.
[Sam seems to have been a colorful character -- had a few brushes with the law running numbers and selling booze. And made the news when he spontaneously combusted one day. - Dave]
I presume "car stop" is a trolley car stop? You can see the rails in the street.
That looks like a good place to sit and yap, hide from the wife, wait for the taverns to open, etc. You can almost hear what those rickety, wobbly cellar doors would sound like as he sat down on the edge of one. And that little fence falling apart looks like something the Little Rascals should be climbing through to go steal some apples.
East Lynne! "Gone! And never called me mother!"
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