My Brooklyn was Crown Heights, at Montgomery & Kingston from 1945-53. I remember watching Mr. Reimer in the back of his grocery store as he candled the eggs. He looked like a mad scientist. Down the block was Singer's appetizing store, where we would buy a pickle for a nickel. Jacob's bakery had the best custard filled donuts around and the candy store around the block made giant "frappes." Has anyone had a Mello-roll lately?
22 October 1998
My Brooklyn is GREAT!! I live in Flatbush.
23 October 1998
I was born in Brownsville when it was a Jewish neighborhood. I attended P.S. 182 and when I was in second grade, I moved to Coney Island. The Brooklyn of my youth was a fantastic place in which to live. My friends and I began riding the IRT sans parents at the early age of ten. We visited museums, movie palaces, Meizel (although I'm no longer sure of the spelling) restaurants, eating charcoal burgers and using the coupons which were distributed in our schools. Does anyone remember the GO shows during auditoriums? Does anyone remember the picture books of foreign countries that accompanied film strips? Does anyone remember Delany cards? What a life it was.
28 October 1998
Corner of President Street and 8th Avenue, 90-8th Avenue to be exact, an 11-story apartment house with, in the 40s and 50s, a door and elevator man (not "person" in those days). At the corner of the building, first floor, my father's office and medical practice. Upstairs, the ugliest girl in the world who turned out to be one of the most stunning and my first girl friend who decided to become a nun! It was a ten-block walk to school at St. Saviors on 6th Street, one block to Park Slope and Prospect Park, one block to 7th Avenue with its still personal grocery store, Meribito's (later bought out by Bohack), who delivered for free and a genuine butcher shop along with an Italian barbershop whose owner played the violin between cuts. It was 1940 and I was five and I'd give all my teeth at Thanksgiving for another walk around the block.
29 October 1998