83rd Street Sunset |
Before air-conditioning, I spent entire Yorkville summers with the lights out in our 517 East 83rd Street apartment until it was pitch dark.
Mom could page a calendar in the winter and start sweating when June, July, August flipped by. Dad loved heat. He slept under a pipe in the Navy. Made for nice conversation.
Rory Pryor on 517 E 83 St. roof @ 1961 |
One afternoon, I said "I'm going blind here!" I couldn't read my comic. Mom told me to go to the back window and use the sun light. This was one of my first openings to get her to let me play out on our fourth floor fire escape facing the backyard and 84th Street. I'd bring most of my stuff out there with me to play with. Eventually, Rory got out there to. I was afraid of heights and kept my butt glued to the stairs. Rory was not afraid of heights. He'd torture me by climbing over the fire escape to the outside, hang off putting his body in mid-air 40 feet over the concrete below and then he'd twist the knife, " Hey Tommy, look, I'm gonna fall and Mom is gonna kill you." I was frozen and he was right.
83 St Sunset |
Tommy on roof @ 1961 |
Rory on roof @ 1961 |
view from 4R fire escape @ 517 E 83St. @ 1962 |
I received a "It happened in Yorkville," video from a neighbor, Janet Silverman. I like it, you might, too. Here is Janet's note and a link to her video.
Thank you!
Janet Silverman
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