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Started out at Swedish Hospital four days before the blizzard of '47. Lived on at 932 Utica Ave. for seven and a half years. Then my parents bought a candy store at 872 Schenectady Ave. corner of Church. We lived there from 1955 to 1963 then moved to 835 Brooklyn Ave. until I got married. Went to 135 ('59), Winthrop ('62) and Erasmus ('65). We also had a candy store on Schenectady and Lincoln Place in the 60's. Loved the Rugby, Little Venice shopping on both Utica and Flatbush Aves., bowling at all the lanes. What was the one on Rockaway Ave. and Linden blvd. My mom used to take me to the market near there. My family moved to Ave. N and E. 58th and then to Florida. My brother Jerry graduated in 1952 from Tilden. Was on the border so have really been finding people.
I grow up in Marine Park. Went to Marine Park Junior High School the first year it opened. Those where the best years of my life.
Brooklyn is a place that will live with me forever. I was born in ENY Brooklyn in 1942. My first residence was 449 Barbey St., a three-story walk up. Then we moved to Jerome St., just a few short blocks away. The corner kosher deli—ummm what a great memory. Paul, Stu, Howie, where are you?. Then we moved again, still Brooklyn, this time Van Siclen Ave. Still only a few blocks from the first two but now in my teenage years. On the corner, the IRT subway; across the street, S&J Diner, the corner hang out. Hey Sid, Allen, and Carl, where are you guys? Then onto moving again. This time a giant step, East 13th St. between R and S. in Flatbush, B'klyn. Spent a lot of time on Kings H'way and Coney Island Ave. at a place called Spa Bowl. . . . I used to bowl a lot. Across the street from the bowling alley, a movie theater; around the corner, a diner of course. Always good places to eat at any time of the day or night in Brooklyn. Good pizza places, great Chinese food. Then when you want the ultimate hot dog, you get in your car . . . up Coney Island Ave. . . . to the end . . . keep going right through Brighton Beach, all the way into Coney Island . . . and don't stop until you get to Nathan's. And If you happen to have your fishing rod in your car, might as well go fishing on Steeple Chase Pier. Many, many great memories. I could probably write a book. If any of you out there remember, e-mail me.
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