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Hi, My name is Iris. When I was born my parents lived on Rodney Street. We moved to Keap Street when I was nearly six years old. It was a wonderful life. Our apartment was in a three story house and we had a big stoop in front which was a gathering place for adults and kids. Especially when the weather was nice. The candy store and the barber shop were on either side of our house. EVERYONE around us was poor, but no one told us! We kids had lots of fun. Girls played potsy while the boys played stickball in the street.
In the summer we went to Coney Island or Brighton. It was a long trip because we had to take one train to Canal Street in Manhattan, then the Seabeach to the other end of Brooklyn to have our glimpse of the ocean. In those days kids traveled alone or in a group to the beach, to Prospect Park, and we were never afraid. Our parents weren't afraid to let us travel alone either.
I grew up in the late 40s and early 50s and I, like so many others, feel that it was a wonderful time. Life was simple. We didn't have television but the radio and books were my friends. I used to listen to wonderful stories at night while we cleaned up the kitchen and while doing homework. I graduated from Eastern District High School in 1953.I am in touch with a few of my friends from that era. We keep in touch
via e-mail. What a world we live in today! Thanks for letting me share some of my memories.
30 October 1999
I lived on East 29th between J and K from 1947 until graduation from Brooklyn College in 1960. Attended P.S. 193, Cunningham Jr. High, Midwood H.S. Attended and taught in the Hebrew School at East Midwood Jewish Center. Harry Halpern was the rabbi. I remember the College Theater at the Junction, going to games at Ebbets Field (I still root for the Dodgers and one of my sons does too.) Jimmy Jacoby and Larry Levine are responsible for my becoming a Jewish educator. I'd love to hear from Regina Derkash and Marion Goody, Susan Nordell and Joanne Halperin and anyone who attended the Junior Cong. at East Midwood from 1948-1955.
27 February 2000
My Brooklyn: Playing stickball at 42's, having one of Angie's jelly apples (pop called them jelly-japs). Just being in my own neighborhood was sometimes just enough, if you know what I mean. The smells of Angelo's pizzeria. The baccalla store, the fish market across the street, what made my little portion of Brooklyn memorable. They're all gone now, my memory of Henry and Summitt Streets will always be embedded in my mind. As I visit now and then, I make sure I pass my little corner of the world, and pause to remember the good old days.
Campbell Hall, New York
28 February 2000
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