I remember trips to visit Grandma, but very foggy about the neighborhood. I do remember they moved from a walk up (3 story wood building) to someplace with an ornate iron filigreed elevator, and I remember my siblings counting the light poles on the belt and S.S. parkway on the trip back to Long Island. Grandma was nifteres when I was eight, after seventy five years of not seeing a doctor. She, and the grandfather I never knew were members of Adath Israel of Brownsville and E. NY, those people I only knew from the chelek in Beth David. As a young tradesman, I went back there to work (Snyder, Clarkson ) and I was astounded to see the street names of my granparents’ world, but all razed to grasslands, the only buildings remaining were those made of brick, some one story former shuls. I also taught one year at the ill fated Bais Sholom, on Remsen, and ? also an old shul. And I once on a commute sort of got stuck on Herkimer street as the NYPD and a drug op were having a shoot out.
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