Readers Report
Opening comment: In spite of my current (and forever) residence in Georgia, my roots are around the corner from 1010 President Street. I attended 241 from 1946 to 1951, and perfected a diabolical method that allowed me to fish in the forbidden waters of the Botanical Garden(s), which were far more productive than the legal (but nearly barren) prospect Park Lake.
25 June 1999
Mark Buchheim continues . . .
Hello from Brooklyn in Georgia.
My family moved from East New York to upscale Crown Heights in 1943. Our new apartment was number C-14, which should have been C-13, but no one would have been willing to rent such an unlucky number. The address was 150 Crown Street, and the building even had a name, Pasadena. I have no idea whether it still stands, as I haven't visited the "old sod" in over thirty years. I remember it as a faux-Moorish castle, replete with turrets, wrought iron, and stained glass windows in the lobby, which looked out on an entrance courtyard replete with a round planter in the center with a sculpture that made it look like a fountain.
Forgive the details, but I have something of a photographic memory for this trivial stuff, and feel compelled to inflict it upon someone.
Early memories: a fighter plane (F6F Hellcat) being towed up Bedford Avenue to help sell war bonds, and newspaper, lots of it, being dumped off the building's roof in celebration of V-J day.
More to come.
26 June 1999
My Brooklyn came from stories my grandfather told me. I have lived all my life in Texas, but because of my grandfather, I feel like a part of me is in Brooklyn. However, I can never understand how he grew up in Brooklyn, but was a Yankees fan? Well, who can blame him?
My grandfather was Morris Milstein. He lived in New York until the mid-40s. I have a picture of him standing with Sid Gordon. My grandfather has passed away, but if anyone reading this has any recollection, I'd love to hear from you.
26 June 1999
I am so happy to have found this site! 50 yrs ago, I graduated from James Madison H.S.—hard to believe! I was born in '32 near Ebbets Field and we gradually migrated south down the Ocean Ave. corridor, ending up at 2245 E.19th St., corner of Neck Rd. in the summer of '41. Then, of course, we stayed for years—nobody moved during the war! So many memories . . . walking to floyd Bennett Field during the war hoping to see warplanes . . . softball at Ave. S and Ave. X parks (X was great for me, short right field for a lefty!), pizza at Lombardi's (Coney Island Ave. and Ave. N), my grandmother's house at 1114 E. 17th St., just across the street from PSAL Wingate Field. My folks moved there after she passed away. So much more—maybe later. Thank you.
27 June 1999
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