Notes
^ a: Hetty Green moved around to avoid taxes and to save money, moving to the cheapest apartment she could find. This may have caused a discrepancy between sources. Many sources that reference her address say that she lived at the Yellow Flats, which are located on the eastern side of Washington Street and currently have even numbered addresses, and also at the odd numbered addresses, which are currently found on the western side of the street. Both cannot be true, as the Yellow Flats are located only on the eastern side of Washington and the addresses are even numbered; she is said to have lived at the Yellow Flats (with no address), at 1201 Washington Street, at 1203 Washington Street, 1211 Washington Street, across the street from a butcher shop on Washington Street and 12th Street, where the Yellow Flats were not a commercial building, (listed historically as domestic dwellings) and the building across the street is; and listed under the Hoboken Museum she is said to have lived at the "Yellow Flats, east side of 1200 Washington Street. Circa 1890", pictured is the corner of the Buildings at 1200–1206 Washington Street. Reported at NJ.com regarding a major fire at the Yellow Flats in 2008, it lists Hetty Green as a resident in the past, and shows pictures of the Yellow Flats on fire near the corner where the addresses 1200–1206 are located.
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