My Brooklyn

Blitzer

1285 Lincoln Place was my beloved Brooklyn home—born & bred there. Right at the corner of Lincoln Place & Schenectady Avenue—one block from Eastern Parkway and the Utica Avenue subway. This is a central place in my novel in progress, chronicling my parents' and grandparents' Holocaust experiences that brought them from Berlin, Germany, in 1939, to Lincoln Place, in Brooklyn. On Schenectady Avenue—1950's, we had Emmet Kosher meat market, the Big Apple Fruit Store, a wonderful knish store on St. John's Place, and a deli on Schenectady Ave. corner St. John's Place. Also, right next to that, a small stationery store, also a luncheonette right below our apartment house, on the corner of Lincoln & Schenectady. 1285 Lincoln Place is a mystical magical place for me, and although we moved away (to Schenectady & Empire Blvd.) and later Canarsie & then Connecticut, I still dream of our small apartment—the walks we took to Prospect Park, Botanic Gardens, Grand Army Plaza Library, Pitkin Ave., etc. It was a very beautiful and meaningful part of my life. I would love to hear from anyone out there who knows this neighborhood or has lived there. We were also so close to the Lubavitch World Headquarters, which was also great, and the Young Israel nearby. Also, spent many wonderful times in Lincoln Terrace Park, near Rochester/Buffalo Ave. off Eastern Parkway—it was safe, and we often went there on not summer eves to cool off. A lot of immigrants (like my family) went there, and many of us on hot summer eves sat on the benches of Eastern Parkway. Love to hear from you—all lovers of Brooklyn and especially those from my neighborhood to share fond memories. Please e-mail me.

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