Saturday, November 4, 2017

Yorkville Is His Home

My Dad's best friend, Walter, 93 years old with severe memory loss, moved two weeks ago from his 1942 railroad apartment (yep, linoleum as old as Methuselah) to a beautiful one bedroom in Yorkville. Walter, 93 years in the neighborhood. St. Joseph's, Commerce High School, NYU, Navy,  48 years with Pan Am Airlines ending with a long ride as the Director of World Wide Maintenance. He's travelled to 35 countries with photos to prove it.

After losing most of his memoryWalter hoarded. His clean organized new space is unusual to him but he's getting use to it. The guy loves our neighborhood. 93 years in Yorkville. More to come. 
Walt with chums on roof of St. Joe's @ 1936

east river

517 E. 83rd where I grew up

Here are photos of Walt at St. Joe's in the 1930s, Carl Schurz, his favorite park and 83rd Street where I grew up.
Walter had a Sister Beatrice. No kidding.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Just One Look

You'll never guess who I saw on Roosevelt Island two years ago. 
"The Ring" Lady! 
We chatted, we strolled, 
then she stopped my heart 

The eye 
The dance move

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Local Gambling At John Jay Pool In 1969

Late August, 1969, my Aunt Joan went into labor. I bet Tommy Smith a quarter it would be a girl while we sat on his 516 East 82nd Street frying in the mid day 94 degree heat.
"Want to go to the pool?" Smitty suggested.
"Nah, I don't have a bathing suit." I was too lazy to walk one block to my grandmother's to get one also knowing I'd probably be ordered to go to three stores.
"I'll give you my father's?" Smitty offered. Since I was loopy from the heat, I said yes.
Sonny Smith, Tommy's father weighed north of 225 I was 150 when I was 15. (the day before I was weighed at tackle football practice with the OLGC Rams). Sonny's boxer trunks could of doubled as surrender bloomers for my big grandmother.

Smitty & Ray Bellinger

After we put our sneakers and junk into the wire baskets and got our wrist bands, I ran outside to a blast of heat and jumped in the John Jay water holding the suit up with both hands. The material came up all around me like a science fiction sized jelly fish. I didn't care, the zipper was broken and that became my main concern. I spent my pool time juggling: holding my trunks up and keeping my stuff locked up. I won a quarter though. 

Joan holding Chris after baptism
Joan had a girl, Christine. Uncle Mommy was her Godmother, and I'm her Godfather.

Uncle Mommy, Chris & me

Happy Birthday, Christine!
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