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	<title>Comments on: Fillmore Place Update</title>
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		<title>By: Lawrence J. O'Brien</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lawrence J. O'Brien</dc:creator>
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		<description>Sarah: It is a delight for me to have discovered your video on Fillmore Place. My mother grew up in #18, raised from the age of 2 years by her great aunt and uncle. Her uncle, William J. Dailey, owned a fish market around the corner on Grand Avenue. He also owned several of the houses on Fillmore Place other than #18. Sisters from Barbados, named Alleyne, lived in #16 for years as tenants of Uncle Dailey. Dailey also kept his black gelding, Blackie, in a stable at the end of the street, on the opposite side from #18. The last time I visited, about five years back, you could see that the present structure there is a converted stable. The horse pulled Dailey&#039;s wagon to and from the Fulton Fish Market every morning except Sunday. On Friday nights, Dailey had 12 men opening oysters and clams at the &quot;raw bar&quot; in his store, trying to keep pace with the working men who gathered there to celebrate the end of the week. They brougt their &quot;growlers&quot; with them -- tin cans filled with beer from the bar next door. The houses on Fillmore Place were called &quot;parlor floor and basement&quot; in those days, and my Mom lived at #18 very comfortably until she married at age 26. There were always at least two maids, and sometimes three. When Bill Dailey died in 1928 he left $150,000 to a variety of Catholic charities that Aunt Dailey (nee Mary Shelley), who pre-deceased him, had been fond of. The individual gifts were kept small -- #10,000 or less -- so that there would be little public notice of the overall size of his gift. That was a lot of money in 1928. He left my mother #5000, which she used to pay off the mortgage on the house I grew up in, in Queens Village. I have a million stories about Fillmore Place, a unique spot, and about Grand and Driggs Avenues. I am so pleased that you have celebrated this little street. All good wishes, Larry O&#039;Brien 
PS: My son Thomas is a solo video producer/director. If you ever need help on Brooklyn projects, he would love that. L.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sarah: It is a delight for me to have discovered your video on Fillmore Place. My mother grew up in #18, raised from the age of 2 years by her great aunt and uncle. Her uncle, William J. Dailey, owned a fish market around the corner on Grand Avenue. He also owned several of the houses on Fillmore Place other than #18. Sisters from Barbados, named Alleyne, lived in #16 for years as tenants of Uncle Dailey. Dailey also kept his black gelding, Blackie, in a stable at the end of the street, on the opposite side from #18. The last time I visited, about five years back, you could see that the present structure there is a converted stable. The horse pulled Dailey&#8217;s wagon to and from the Fulton Fish Market every morning except Sunday. On Friday nights, Dailey had 12 men opening oysters and clams at the &#8220;raw bar&#8221; in his store, trying to keep pace with the working men who gathered there to celebrate the end of the week. They brougt their &#8220;growlers&#8221; with them &#8212; tin cans filled with beer from the bar next door. The houses on Fillmore Place were called &#8220;parlor floor and basement&#8221; in those days, and my Mom lived at #18 very comfortably until she married at age 26. There were always at least two maids, and sometimes three. When Bill Dailey died in 1928 he left $150,000 to a variety of Catholic charities that Aunt Dailey (nee Mary Shelley), who pre-deceased him, had been fond of. The individual gifts were kept small &#8212; #10,000 or less &#8212; so that there would be little public notice of the overall size of his gift. That was a lot of money in 1928. He left my mother #5000, which she used to pay off the mortgage on the house I grew up in, in Queens Village. I have a million stories about Fillmore Place, a unique spot, and about Grand and Driggs Avenues. I am so pleased that you have celebrated this little street. All good wishes, Larry O&#8217;Brien<br />
PS: My son Thomas is a solo video producer/director. If you ever need help on Brooklyn projects, he would love that. L.</p>
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