My Brooklyn (303)

Lance Laurie

Here's yet another (forgotten?) Brooklyn club that someone must have had fun going to. . . .

Found this and couldn't resist sending it. . . .

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Wow, I'd love to hear from anyone who remembers it (and/or worked there).

26 November 2000

Lance Laurie continues . . .

Herbert Fishman

I lived in the East New York section of Brooklyn virtually all my youth. I lived at 985 Dumont Ave., corner Elton St., and then to 763 Cleveland St., between New Lots and Hegeman. My "hangout" was Ashford and New Lots where the Green Bus Line took the folks to Rockaway.

At an early age, I played every conceivable game the youngsters of that era were involved in—stickball, punchball (with a pink "Spaldeen"), street hockey on roller skates, touch-football with rolled and tied up brown paper bags because we couldn't afford a ball, johnny-on-a-pony, ringaleevio, kick-the-can and many, many more. Everyone was poor but nobody knew it, and gave it no thought—we were all in the same boat—wealth was NOT a status symbol. Life was so simple—no one had a car,so you walked everywhere. A girl could walk down the street, no matter what the hour, in complete safety. Everyone looked out for one another—all homes were open to no matter whom—at any time. And whatta ya know! We all survived WITHOUT TV, computers, microwaves, and fast-food eateries. Amazing—you ate AT HOME with your FAMILY! I went to P.S. 202 on Hegeman and Berriman, Jr. High 149 on Sutter Ave., and graduated from Jefferson in 1943. Went to Brooklyn College for a year, CCNY for a semester, and then enlisted in the Navy during WWII. Upon discharge I went to LIU, and got my degree in 1949. I'm a very interesting person. I would love to hear from ANYONE of my era—neighborhoods don't mean a thing. In fact, from anyone no matter the age and locale.

I live far removed from the Brooklyn that I knew—but that life has never left me—and never will. I feel sorry for the youngsters of today—including my two sons—with their fast pace—going nowhere fast, and missing out on a loving, simple life—"where everyone knew your name." I wonder who's lining up for Chinese food on Flatbush Ave. on this Saturday afternoon? I have much more to say—so I eagerly await correspondence from no matter WHOM.

27 November 2000

Here's yet another (forgotten?) Brooklyn club that someone must have had fun going to. . . .
	Found this and couldn't resist sending it. . . .
	[42K image]
[44K image]
Wow, I'd love to hear from anyone who remembers it (and/or worked there).