I remember I wasn’t allowed to skate in the street, so I stuck to the sidewalks- and sometimes, they were so bumpy with tiny bits of gravel, my teeth would knock together! And if you fell down and got a nasty scrape, you’d try to hide it because if your mom saw it, she would bring out a nasty bottle of orange methyalade. (I think that’s how you spell it, I couldn’t find it on Google- maybe because it was found toxic. We knew that as kids- it stung something awful and left you orange for about a week!) My neighborhood was urban, but suburban at the same time. You couldn’t walk down the street without meeting at least 3 people you knew. The mailman, the sanitation guys- they were all regulars, they were part of the neighborhood. There was a bakery, a fish shop, a cheese store, and meat market… no one stop shopping. I think I liked it better that way. And I can remember many a time, mom giving a check at the grocery store and asking the manager to hold it for a day or two- and he would. No debit cards, just trust. There were so many trees that lined our slate and cobblestone sidewalks that – giant sugar maples and willow trees. In the fall, the leaves were a beautiful orange and red and golden and would pile ankle high in the early morning- so on the way to school you could crunch them and kick them and just feel so alive in the crisp sweet morning air. It was good. Real good.
|Here is where I grew up. I would spend many nights sitting on that little stoop eating an ice cream and talking with my girlfriends.. and later with the boy I fell in love with and married.|
|This is the view of the NY skyline that I would see from the playground I played in. The skyline has changed in so many ways, for so many reasons. But it never fails to take my breath away.|
|I was always stuck by the symmetry of these wooden benches that lined out parks. We would walk on top of them and jump the hand bars.|