Prospect St., Cantu & Sons, 1988

In case you thought this blog had strayed too far from its roots, here’s a Cantu & Sons 1988 stamp. I can tell this the faded date is 1988 mainly because I can see the extra line they were in the habit of putting in to change the 7 to an 8 before they finally got around to getting a 1988 stamp. The stamp is in front of the only house that faces the 1900 block of Prospect Street. It’s on the south side of Prospect Street west of Clemens.

When I was new in town I very often had to walk home from the bus stop at Michigan and Clemens, usually by walking south on Clemens and then west on Kalamazoo. This walk got so dull from repetition that I wished I could vary it, and was disappointed by the abrupt disappearance of Prospect west of Clemens. (It then reappears at Allen Street.) There is just a little stub end of Prospect that continues a short distance past the intersection, serving the single house to the south, a driveway to the north, and straight ahead… this.

I was very puzzled by this stark, concrete block building. What is it doing here? Who does it belong to? It looks out of place and doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the house next to it or anything else on Prospect. I always wondered about it but never thought to try to figure it out until I started all this walking and blogging. That’s when I realized that it might belong to a house on the next street west, that is, Regent Street.

And so it does. I worked out that it belongs to a house on Regent Street and that the city has it accounted as a garage, built 1910, the same year as the house. But the supposed garage is bigger than the house, 1,660 square feet versus 1,120. Viewed from the house side, it appears that there is a normal (for the neighborhood) single-car garage with painted siding attached to it up front, which the city labels “shed” in their sketch of the property. The whole setup is very odd. There must be a story behind this.

Prospect St., DPW, 1926

This one is on the north side of Prospect Street between Eighth and Pennsylvania. The stamp is a clear example of the “second style” of Department of Public Works stamps. The date is much harder to read and it took me a second trip in better light before I made out enough of it to tell at least the decade. It is definitely a 1920s stamp and I am fairly confident it is 1926.

There’s a date in there, I swear!
The stamp is in front of the driveway.

Lathrop St., Wm. Haskins, undated

I collected this pair of William Haskins stamps on my way to go vote at my polling place (the Pilgrim Congregational Church). Lansing had a city council and mayoral primary today. The stamps are in a pleasant little shady corridor on the south side of Prospect just east of Lathrop.

This is the eastern stamp of the pair.

Unfortunately I have yet to find a dated William Haskins stamp, though there are a fair number of them sprinkled around this area, and I still don’t know anything about the contractor.

This is the western stamp.
Impressive how much that ivy is spilling over the sidewalk, isn’t it?

Prospect St., Eastlund Concrete, 1998

This stamp represents an Eastlund Concrete variation I had not yet recorded. Among the several stamps they have used, it’s the only one that gives their city. It’s on a bit of walk between the sidewalk and the street – what I have taken to calling a “curb walk” since I don’t know the real name for it – on the north side of Prospect Street between Bingham and Jones.

The walk – which has seen better days – is unusually long for the breed. This is because of something interesting I have observed in the Prospect Place neighborhood, though I don’t know the significance of it: the sidewalks are inset quite a bit further from the road compared with other east side neighborhoods. This gives the lawns much bigger than usual “extensions.”

The stamp is at the very bottom of the (relatively long) curb walk. Note how wide the extension is – perhaps twice as wide as my own house’s.

“Extension,” I must explain, is the name I have always used for the grass strip between the sidewalk and the street. That’s what my parents called it, so that’s what I called it, and still do. Eventually, though, I noticed that other people didn’t call it that. I’ve heard it called all kinds of things by people from different regions, but seemingly never “the extension.” I began to wonder if it was idiosyncratic to my family, until I discovered the Wikipedia article on (as they call them) road verges. The article contains a list of some examples of regional names for road verges, and among them is “extension lawn,” claimed to be specific to Ann Arbor, Michigan (citation needed). I grew up in Ann Arbor. That said, I never heard “extension lawn,” just plain “extension.” I did a bit more poking around and discovered that Ann Arbor’s municipal code in fact uses the name “lawn extension” (not “extension lawn,” Wikipedia) for it. One thing I do remember from my youth in Ann Arbor is that the extension is a frequent cause of fights between the city and homeowners over whether anything can be planted there besides grass.

Lansing’s municipal code has its own name for this piece of land: “parkway.” I don’t think I have ever heard a Lansingite use that in conversation. I think the most common name for it here is “the-right-of-way,” which is correct but not specific: as the terms are used in the city code, the parkway as a right-of-way, but not all right-of-ways are parkways. The code also makes clear that “No plant, shrub or tree shall be planted or allowed to grow in the right-of-way unless authorized by the Director of Public Service” (1020.03, “Maintenance of Parkways”). In stark contrast to Ann Arbor, I see no evidence this rule is ever enforced. It’s nearly as common to see violation of it as compliance.

Prospect St., DPW, 1935

This stamp is on the south side of Prospect Street between Jones and Bingham. It is a very worn Department of Public Works stamp and though the date is illegible in this photo, I think it is 1935, based on the times I have seen it in better light.

Did you know that Lansing has a Prospect Park? Neither did I, until last year when I started walking regularly. I was looking at a route-plotting site for interesting places to walk to from home, and saw a sliver of land labeled as “Prospect Park.” My brother used to live near the Prospect Park in Brooklyn, and a favorite carousel is there, so the name caught my attention.

It turns out that, online maps aside, it might not properly be called Prospect Park after all. It’s owned by the county Land Bank rather than being under the Parks Department, and the (rather temporary-looking) sign on the site calls it “1112 Prospect Playground.” To me, it will remain Prospect Park. It takes up a city lot, and so it is narrow and deep. The main features are at the front: an evergreen tree with a small garden around it, and a set of playground equipment. The back half is just grass until you get to a couple of small garden beds in the back corners.

Although I have a strange fondness for this little pretender, I have to tell you that it is built on a tragedy. The residents of the house that previously stood here – a young engaged couple – were killed in a double homicide, at home, in 2008. Their heirs did not, or could not, keep up with the taxes on the house and it ended up in the hands of Ingham County. It sat derelict in the Land Bank for a while until, in 2015, Sparrow partnered with the Land Bank to demolish the house and create the playground. Sparrow’s involvement in this is due to the fact that residents were unhappy when Sparrow bought Bingham School and razed it to build a parking structure, as I have written about before. They lost a place for neighborhood kids to play. Prospect Park is supposed to rectify that.

The side of the big tree facing away from the street has a cryptic memorial to the murder victims: a cross with two sets of initials. The house they lived in was built in 1890 and was staid but handsome, with oddly symmetrical front porches on either corner. A few signs of the former residence can still be seen: some old, twisted fencing at the back, a driveway apron, a bit of rope that has grown into a tree.

Prospect St., J.P. Sleight, 1908

Recently my husband showed me a picture of this stamp, which he encountered on a walk. At first I thought it was the one on Bingham, which I had already covered, but when he said it was on Prospect Street, I set out to find it. It turned out to be a new one to me, mainly because it’s west of Pennsylvania and I rarely cross Pennsylvania on my walks. I had not walked past Eighth on Prospect before, and this stamp is on the south side of Prospect between Eighth and Hosmer.

It’s interesting to notice that the spacing of the date differs between this stamp and my previous J.P. Sleight 1908 stamp. Did they stamp each digit separately, or have two noticeably different date stamps?

This is a view west on Prospect. The stamp is too distant to make out, but it’s in front of the nearest visible house.

This walk is in good condition, the best of the J.P. Sleight walks I’ve found, so I hope it will remain here even if Mayor Schor is re-elected and fixes the sidewalks as promised.

Prospect St., XMC, 2011

This fortunately well-lit stamp is on the south side of Prospect Street between Pennsylvania and Eighth. There are a pair of them, and they appear to be handwritten. I had noticed this one before and found it curious, as X is an uncommon initial to appear in a contractor stamp.

I assumed it was a given name such as Xavier. Instead I have discovered that this is most likely the mark of Xtreme Mason Contractors of Laingsburg. Their slogan is “Xtreme Masonry: Fortified with Hell Bricks!”1

OK, no it isn’t. Their Web site says they are a 100% women-owned business, which might be a first for the blog, and that they specialize in commercial masonry repair and historic building restoration. They were founded in 2005.

Looking east toward Pennsylvania Avenue.

1 I borrowed this joke from a Zippy the Pinhead comic from, I think, the late 1990s. I wish I could find it again. It involves a discussion of things being promoted as “extreme” and ends with Zippy declaring, “Extreme Oreos! Fortified with hell sugar!”

Prospect St., unsigned, 1949

Here is a curiously unsigned date stamp from the north side of Prospect between Bingham and Pennsylvania. Most of the 1940s stamps I find are from the Department of Public Works, so I am inclined to suspect their hand in this. If so, I am sorry they didn’t complete the marking, as I have no 1949 DPW stamps recorded, and I am trying to figure out when they switched to stamping DPS instead. The latest 1940s stamp I have found is a 1945 which probably says DPW but that part is worn enough to be unclear. The next prior one I have is a clear 1944 DPW stamp. After that it skips to 1950, at which time they were now identifying themselves as the Lansing DPS.

Looking west at the corner of Prospect and Pennsylvania. The house here faces Pennsylvania.

Prospect St., DPW, 1942

This isn’t a sidewalk or even a driveway. It’s a concrete pad on the Prospect Street side of the old L.F.D. No. 4 fire station (now home to the Davies Project). The building faces Bingham Street at the northwest corner of Bingham and Prospect.

It appears that at some point the concrete was covered with a layer of asphalt that has mostly worn away, letting the old stamp resurface. I like how it looks. 1942 is an especially common year for DPW stamps in the neighborhood, usually using the “old style” (1910s- early 1940s) stamp.

This is the old fire station. The stamp is on the right front corner of the concrete pad next to the building.

Hall of Shame: New Sidewalk, Prospect St.

This is certainly the newest sidewalk I have featured here. It’s in front of an apartment building on the south side of Prospect Street between Bingham and Pennsylvania.

How do I know it’s the newest? Because yesterday I walked past it and it looked like this:

I was delighted by this discovery. It meant I could walk back again the next day and see the freshest stamp yet. Who would it be? One of the contractors I already know like old friends, or a new kid on the block? I could hardly wait to find out.

Imagine my disappointment when I returned to find a beautifully smooth and fresh new sidewalk – unstamped. Into the Hall of Shame with you!

The previous sidewalk was straight, and heaved up severely by the tree’s roots. Looks like the tree sustained a little bit of damage in the battle, but won the war: the sidewalk has ceded the territory.