This is a place that has a lot of meaning and history in my life. My mother just retired as a teacher from St. Joseph’s, after over thirty years working there. Both of my maternal grandparents attended St. Josephs, back when it was surrounded by nothing by farmland.

I’m sure most people have noticed the old building before or after crossing the Bronx-Whitestone Bridge (and if you haven’t, give it a look right alongside the highway). The school itself was opened in 1869 and the present building, which I have recently took pictures of, was opened in 1913. This was the building that my grandmother attended nearly 100 years ago. The building always creeped me out as a kid, but looking around now it really is a great piece of lost architecture and design.