My Brooklyn is East Flatbush in the 60s. Playing stick ball in the street, watching Frank the ice cream man tell Bungalow Bar to leave. P.S. 208, Meyer Levin and Tilden High School. Looking back, it was the greatest of neighborhoods and the people could never be matched again. It was a community where family meant everything and friendships ran deeper than anything. Hanging out on Foster Ave. and Ralph Ave. The park on Glenwood road. Staying out till late with out fears. Those days are gone and probably never to be repeated again in this changing world. But I could pass the memories on to my kids about how great things were before nintendo. . . .
20 June 1999
My Brooklyn as a six-year-old kid from California getting off a train in Manhattan and whisked off to Brooklyn by an uncle for the summer. I'll never forget the Italian ices and Coney Island. I can still see the parachute ride and the Cyclone and although I lived in California the Atlantic was the first ocean I saw. I remember the street vendors, Ebbets Field, custards and egg cream along with my first taste of halva. It's amazing how just one summer in Brooklyn has left a longing that has lasted 42 years. Someday I'll return to that magical place.
22 June 1999
Milton R. Haase
Born in the Methodist Hospital opposite Prospect Park in the early 30s, when the sheep were still in the Meadow.
Lived at 1297 Brooklyn Avenue, at Ave D. Attended P.S. 89 & P.S. 198 (1946) and Bklyn. Tech (1950).
- The Farragut Woods (winter sledding, the baseball field and Joe's frankfooter pushcart)
- My classmates Harry Nielson, Billy Nelson, Claire Northrop, Bob Gluck, Bob Daniels, Marjorie Monzert,Nancy Baird, Sylvia Lamb and Roy Oak
- The Ave D movies
- The Farragut Pool
- Flatbush Avenue between Claredon Rd and Church, and Worthen O'Brien Deli
In Atlanta now, never should have left Brooklyn. Let's hear from you.
22 June 1999