Idle merchant seamen looked at a line of Jeeps waiting to be loaded onto ships at Caven Point Terminal in Jersey City. Five hundred union members walked out in a wildcat strike, “believed to have resulted from the ban last Monday night on employment of some unionists on near-by docks on the charge that they were hoodlums,” The Times reported on March 5, 1952. Photo: Eddie Hausner/The New York Times
Poor Henry Hudson
I’ve always gotten a little annoyed when I come across yet another thing named after Henry Hudson. I live in Hudson County New Jersey, which is separated from New York by the Hudson River. One of my favorite streets in NY is named Hudson, and on it there is a lovely bar named Henrietta Hudson’s.
Apparently, while searching for a/the Northwest passage in the Canadian North, his ship and crew got stranded as ice froze around them in “Hudson” Bay. They survived the winter.
When the ice finally melted, he asked his crew to continue westward. In response, they mutinied and abandoned him.
I now think of that story every time I see his name on something.
