A question of family

A question of family

Ugh, no one likes a solo drunk. I don’t want to end up all washed up and wasted, wandering the streets of New York alone. In an attempt to do something with myself and get some answers I’ve started looking into my dad’s company, Ackerly Green Publishing. I visited the library to see what I could dig up.

So here’s what I know:

  • Ackerly Green opened in 1954 – although there is an Ackerly Printing Company that predates it
  • Founded by M. Grey Ackerly and Warner Green (my grandfather!)
  • Ackerly family were really wealthy, made money from oil and railroad
  • Company never really did that well
  • Main content seems to be literary fiction like Through The Night
  • Sullivan Green (dad) took over the business in 1978
  • There was a fire that destroyed the printing site in 1979 – no address given

It’s not much I know, but it’s a start I guess. But, as usual, I feel like I have more questions than answers. There’s nothing here about my mother. I’m not sure how the Ackerly Printing Company becomes Ackerly Green, or how my father seems to have been the one to inherit. What about the Ackerly family? I was hoping to ask Mr Wallace more about it after he finally invited me to lunch. But then he had to cancel at the last minute. I’d walked all the way to the restaurant!

It wasn’t a complete loss though.  I wandered around Christopher Street, bought a bunch of gorgeous little things I didn’t need from the Greenwich Letterpress, and saw this really cool seahorse carved into stone above a doorway. I’ve always been fascinated by them. Maybe it’s a whole ‘Ariel/Under-the-Sea’ type thing? I popped it up on Instagram. I should post more really. I guess it still feels a bit weird using any kind of camera. Thanks Dave!

I’m a bit all over the place. But feeling driven. Motivated. I’m going to Nancy Drew the hell out of this!

I don’t know why I didn’t want to say before, but I’ve been carrying my dad’s pocket watch around with me the past couple weeks. Not sure why. It’s been my totem when I’m feeling lost. It knows the city. It belongs here. It’s from here. I’m losing my mind.

Oh, and I think something’s up with this blog. It says I have comments, but there’s nothing there…


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