This "hidden sliver of woodland" along the Bronx River is rife with lesser celandine, the national flower of the Bronx. There is supposedly a 9/11 memorial grove somewhere in the park, but I didn't notice it.
A fading Bronx ad for a long-gone Yonkers bowling alley
A tiny private street, blocked by shipping containers, that just barely lives up to its name — thanks to that bucket garden over there.
According to Forgotten New York:
The story goes, though, that a magnificently apportioned building between Ponton and Roberts Avenues on East Tremont was built as a theater, but never got to fulfill its builders' ambitions. It features glazed white brick that glistens in the afternoon sun, and time hasn't dulled its rich terra cotta figures like the lyre and . . . mask over its front entrance. Locals call it "the white elephant."
It's a little tough to see (take a closer look), but here we have a gun-toting hunter about to get clobbered by a bear waiting for him on the other side of the tree trunk.