I was heading for the J yesterday and was shocked to see my absolute favorite house in Bushwick being dismantled. The house reminded me of a haunted mansion in miniature, though at one time most houses in the neighborhood looked similar. I loved that even the original shingles remained, all the woodwork preserved under a thousand layers of paint. Two creepy birdhouses tilted in front like guards, as if they knew the house was in danger.

Another house a few doors down, a squat brick box, was also taken down until only a short rim of bricks remained. I snagged one of the smaller cornices from it in a neighbor’s car. It was sad, but the house was already in major disrepair and half-covered by plywood — the loss was less obvious.

This beautiful green house stood in perfect contrast to the 1930s-40s brick homes on either side, and the other architecturally compromised structures on the block. I walked by that house and smiled every time, taking pleasure in some or other detail in the woodwork. And today it’s raining inside what remains.

Of all the available spots in Bushwick, they had to pick the best house and knock it down for some stuccoed shitshack that I’m sure is to come. It’s not even a particularly nice or popular street — the house faces a cinderblock warehouse. The hideous 76 Jefferson lies fallow up near Evergreen. The only charm on the block is being systematically bulldozed.

I feel sick over this. Bushwick already isn’t much in the architecture department.

If anyone has any history to share about this house or block, please do.