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| SOCIAL SECURITY CIRCLE. |
On the property, in addition to two large playgrounds for kids and small sitting areas with benches, is a very nice park comprising a large landscaped circle with benches all around and a long S-shaped path planted in the middle with benches on opposite sides. Somehow that park became designated as the place senior citizens could sit without being bothered by noisy kids. We moved to the brand-new co-op when I was 10, and if my friends and I ever set foot into that park, some "crotchety old fogey" would invariably tell us to get lost. The park quickly became known by what we thought were very appropriate names. 1) Granny Park; 2) Social Security Circle; and 3) Medicare Lane. (I'm sure there were other variations on that theme.)
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| GRANNY PARK. |
The park used to be planted with lush, colorful flower beds. The co-op has moved to more low-maintenance landscaping as the years have passed, but many of the trees are now old and grand. As an adult (which I understand is what I'm supposed to be now), and being so very politically correct, I have called Granny Park "The Circle." So, I was surprised on September 11 when My-Mother-The-Dowager-Duchess mentioned that the flag in "Granny Park" was at half-staff. If The Duchess can call it Granny Park, so can I.
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| THE ELEVATED TRAIN (EL) ON BRIGHTON BEACH AVENUE. |
On my walk Wednesday morning, I decided to take a peak at some of the places that held special meaning for me when I was a kid. One was the building across the street from the Brooklyn Public Library in Brighton Beach. My great-aunt (my paternal grandfather's sister) lived there. Tante Shenka came from Russia in 1911 to join her husband who had been in New York for two years. I remember her as a sweet, tiny lady with striking eyes — the same color as the sky and clouds in the picture below (now that I think about it, the same color as San Geraldo's eyes). I was named for her husband who died just before I was born. I went to the library a couple of times a week and would always stop to visit her. She liked to sit outside below her living room window on a folding chair. She had a pet parakeet whose cage she would place on the windowsill when she sat there. |
| TANTE SHENKA'S BUILDING. HER WINDOW IS TO THE LEFT OF THE ENTRANCE. AT THE END OF THE STREET IS THE BOARDWALK. |
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| CARDS, DOMINOES, AND CHECKERS. IF ANYONE ASKS, I WAS NEVER THERE. |
Speaking of tough guys, before the advent of the google-plex movie theater, we went to grand old theaters in New York. There were a few within walking distance. One was called the "Oceana," which opened in 1934. Ushers and matrons still walked the aisles in the 1960s. One matron was particularly authoritarian. She would patrol the aisles and slap the backs of our chairs with her flashlight ordering us to "Stop slouching and sit up straight!"
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| THE OCEANA THEATRE (FAR LEFT). |
The Oceana eventually became a terribly chopped up six-movie multiplex, but it's now been reborn as the Millenium and is the home to live Russian dinner theater.
When I was 11, I went to the Oceana with a group of my friends to see the film "Our Man Flint." The cost of a ticket was 25 cents if you were under 12, and 75 cents if you were older. I was the youngest — and the tallest — of the group. Each of my friends, two of whom were already 12, went up to the window and said "One child." They slid their quarter across and received their ticket. I walked up to the window and said, "One child" and was told "One adult. 75 cents." I said, "But I'm only 11." The woman said, "Prove it." Of course I couldn't. I gave her a dollar and she gave me change and my ticket. It still irks me. Maybe I should have said "please."
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HARD TO BELIEVE THIS WAS MY IDOL IN 1966. (HE OWES ME 50 CENTS.) |
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