After spending the morning in the 9/11 memorial, Forrest and I set off to explore the rest of lower Manhattan. We started by going to Trinity Church, which was completed (for the third time) in 1846, and served as New York City’s tallest building until 1890.
I most wanted to see it because of the role it played in National Treasure, but, due to a church service being held at the time, I did not get to explore the catacombs and find a lot of riches. Dang it. We stood at the back of the church for a while before heading back outside to explore its graveyard. The graveyard proved to be very interesting. It holds the remains of many revolutionary war soldiers and several signers of the Declaration of Independence. The oldest grave in New York City also resides in the graveyard – that of Richard Churcher, who died in 1681 at the age of five. We poked around the graveyard for a while, but I eventually spotted a vendor selling bubble-tea near the fence, and that was it.
Bubble-tea in hand, we walked across the island to Battery Park for our first glimpse of New Jersey. Jersey city, which also features an impressive skyline, is always in the shadows of the much larger, much more famous New York. We took a lot of photos, anyway. We walked along the pathway until we reached the edge of the Manhattan, found the pier for ferries to the Statue of Liberty, bought our tickets in the remains of an old fort, demolished a few soft pretzels, and waited in line for the next ferry to arrive. Finally on board, we found the best views of the ship, the bow, and snickered to ourselves that nobody else had broken free from the packed interior and joined us up front. The ferry transported us to the Statue of Liberty in 15 minutes, where we piled off again to explore Liberty Island. We gawked up at the statue as we walked its perimeter, listening to our electronic tour-guides who were more than happy to quench our thirst of knowledge about the statue.
Facts:
*While the Statue of Liberty is claimed and maintained by New York, Liberty Island is actually located within New Jersey’s borders.
*While it was being constructed, pieces of the statue were displayed around France. In one location, her flame-arm was put on exhibition. In another, her head.
*The statue is built on the star-shaped remains of a New York fort. America funded the pedestal, deciding it would upset the French if their gift did not have a proper home. After funds ran out, Joseph Pulitzer raised enough money to build the pedestal after promising to print the name of every contributor in his newspapers, no matter how small of an amount was. given.
*The exterior copper covering of the statue is less than the thickness of two pennies and was originally copper in color. The current light green color is the result of natural weathering of the copper.
Once we satisfied our Statue of Liberty needs, we took the ferry back towards Manhattan and disembarked. We watched a few street performers and stopped to wander around the Vietnam Memorial before heading towards South Street Seaport via Wall Street. I was on the lookout for the Titanic Memorial: a lighthouse which was built in 1913 at the request of Molly Brown. We walked up the seaport, never seeing a lighthouse, and stopped to relax at a grassy park above the city. Relaxing in the chairs of the park, we watched as planes flew in over the city and admired Brooklyn from a distance. Once we had given our feet enough time to recover from the day’s walking, we journeyed inland to 15th street on our way to the Brooklyn Bridge.
As we were walking, I noticed a lighthouse sitting to the side of traffic, thought to myself “that’s a stupid place to have a lighthouse,” and entered a small store. Hopefully realizing that the lighthouse might be the Titanic Memorial I had been searching for, I wandered over. My curiosity was well rewarded.
The lighthouse originally sat by the harbor but was moved inland in 1976.
When I approached the lighthouse, there was nobody around it. I was glad to have found a historical monument which was not on the average tourist’s ‘must see list.’ As soon as I took out my camera to document the moment, however, I was swarmed by a group of Asians who were excitedly chattering and flipping through guidebooks to figure out what they were looking at. Eventually, the crowd wore off and I was able to view the lighthouse in peace.
We continued on to the Brooklyn Bridge and began to cross its mile-long length. There is a walkway above the constant stream of traffic for pedestrians (tourists) to access, making the journey across much less dangerous. We crossed, then came back.
Once we arrived back in Manhattan, we admired the government buildings, bought dinner from a really wonderful street vendor, and returned home after sunset. I stripped off my shoes, groaned at my newest blisters, and sank into bed.
Pleased with the success of our day, I ginned into my pillow and started counting the number of honks outside. I reached 204 before sleep finally overtook me.