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Clement Clarke Moore was heir to a tract of land his Grandfather named ‘Chelsea’. It stretched from what is now 14th St. to 30th St. and from 6th Ave, West, to the river. Also, in 1812, he wrote
“Twas The Night Before Christmas”
If there is one part of Chelsea’s history no one can dispute is the fact that we have mice.
Clement Clarke Moore, as a poet, wrote a tale of a big guy landing on roofs with deer and then sliding down chimneys with gifts, while ‘Not Even A Mouse Stirred.’ As an urban planner, some of those chimneys and roofs that he helped build, are still here today, as is his zoning plan for residences to have front gardens–‘For the Pleasure of the Neighborhood’s Citizens.’
Although he never lived long enough to see his hometown steam-rolled by the shipping industry, Moore would feel comfort to know that so many people have helped retain that noble act of caring about their surrounding neighborhood and it‘s citizens—so much so, that today, his community along the western shore of the Hudson River has become the most diverse, heeding, endearing of it’s roots, and artistic community as any other in the world.
FOLLOW CHELSEA’s TIMELINE BY
CLICKING ON THE SLEEPING MOUSE:
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