As a child in Manhattan
From Sherman Avenue
In a neighborhood of cultures
Were voices old and new
In my apartment building
With it's courtyard and six floors
Spanned the length of one block
Built above a group of stores
Inside each apartment
Came a bit of everywhere
Dinner smells strolled down the hallways
Cooked with a worldly flare
There were Greeks, German and English
Jews, Irish, Scots and Dutch
Hispanics on the first floor
That one family.....was us!
Across the way and down the street
Were tenements by the dozens
Filled with freckled Irish kids
Brothers, sisters, cousins
On the corner was a Cuban grocer
Next to Moe's candy store
On the other was, another
Selling, sodas, toys and more
There was Mr King the dry cleaner
And a store selling mirrors and glass
Mr Swan sold cold cuts
And a bookie joint we'd pass
At night the neighbors gathered
On the steps to have a chat
With a snack and gossip catch up
Of nothing, this and that
My school was katty cornered
A few steps from my door
My church stood right besides it
I was there five days or more!
(Lutheran church, historically Dutch neighborhood)
A cop with a night stick, walked the street
Had a word with every kid
When he asked if I was being good
Behind my Mom, I hid
Up the road was Dykeman House
A spot where George Washington slept
Preserved between brick buildings
Historically neat and kept
We'd play kickball and ride scooters
Made of wooden crates we found
With wheels from broken roller skates
Down alleys rolling down
Dancing hulas in the lobby
Shows my Mom would organize
Plastic leis, and green crape grass skirts
Couldn't dance but we sure tried
(I'm the little one in front)
When the ice cream truck came calling
Before dinner with his chimes
My mother told the driver
Come back another time
Red light, green light, one, two three
Red rover, kick ball ,and tag
Running up and down the street
Played war with battle flags
We were near the Hudson River
Seeing rainbows when it rained
Sigh
Time goes on and changes life
But the rainbows stay the same
this is wonderful...memories...a trunk of of them...opened from the city of your heart...and shared with us.
well done...
John
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2007
This is a lovely study in the wonder of childhood and the beauty of cultural diversity! So well done Anita!
"Time goes on and changes life
But the rainbows stay the same"
~Butch
Love this nostalgia, Anita, and a departure from your "norm". Richly woven and acutely observed. And what a universal rainbow you were privileged to be a part of! A Noah's Ark community, and the richer for it. Wonderful! TY K xx
Reviewed by E. Farrand (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2007
A "small town" feeling surrounded by the big city. Squabbles--not hate-- . Thanks for taking us on the neighbood walk.
You are such a gifted writer...It's easy to re-live your precious childhood with you - in Living Color and Sound!
(I KNEW you were that gorgeous little Hisp-waiian chick!!! Great B&W Kodak moment!)
Thank you for sharing your rainbow...
Love and Homemade Pasta, Bread Woman :)
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2007
Great memories of the mad hatters from manhattan...
Reviewed by Sharon Lawson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2007
I like this! As I read it, I could really picture the area and hear the sounds of all the families. Made me recollect places I've lived before! Will stir memories in many readers, good and no doubts bad. I liked the last verse especially and can relate to that. As the years roll by and the grey hairs bloom, the foundations of our existence are always there for us - the sun still shines, birds still sing, etc.
i just visited Inwood last week to see a friend ... the neighborhood is still vibrant and diverse though it's social spectrum has changed, it's rainbows still hover ... as you know, in the lobbies of many buildings are murals depicting the history of the Indians who lived there ... i always enjoy those ... appreciated your poetic journey through the memories of northern Manhattan ... well written and embroidered with the essence of another time ...
PAX- I love reflective poetry of authors it allows us to travel back in time and see the beginnings of the gifted ones... This was so wonderful and the pic.....Peace,Josie
Loved your nostalgic childhood memories, Queenie, as they sort of reminded me of my own - but my delightful old ethnic neighborhood was in Chicago instead of New York. But I still miss those wondrous 'good old days,' when life seemed much simpler, and much more serene.
There were Greeks, German and English
Jews, Irish, Scots and Dutch
Hispanics on the first floor
That one family.....was us!
I defy any social commentator to come up with a more succinct, wittier definition of society in microcosm! This is a verse worthy of a referrence within the pages of sociological study. Moreover, as Oscar Wilde once said to a peer who had made some witty remark, 'I wish I had said that!' In other words, I wish I had coined this verse! Would have earned me extra marks in the appropriate social science exam.
For the reader, this mini retro - epic is a heart warming ride through the cockpit lens of nostalgia steered by the captain as it pans in and out of the various landmarks, rituals, traditions, passing by colourful personalities and attitudes en-route.
This overview of life way back when, recalls one of the early scenes in Angels With Dirty Faces - and early Cagney film - where the viewer is whisked off from a railway siding to a point hovering over a busy city street bustling with life. The camera lens then starts to steadily weave in and out of the various thumbnail views of life along the pavement, dodging in and out of anectodes, until it rests upon two lads leaning on a railing. We then see life through their eyes, beginning with a cheeky remark to a passing girl proudly - and rather aloof - wearing a wide brim hat. The young Cagney character leaps from the railing and cheekily pulls down the hat over her attitude. Innocent days.
That's a key theme in this poem - innocense plus community. Where have these days gone? Where has the collective nature of society gone?
Only the rainbow remains.
But then again, within our memories exists a rainbow following a refreshing shower of fond memories.
Oklahoma was never like this,hen, ty very mooooooooooch!
Yes, but didn't you love it then. Things were so much different in those innocent days when we were young and that neighborhood (although in opposite coasts) is similar to mine as well. You nailed the piece beautifully, Anita
Amor
Anita you outdid yourself with this delightful bio! Seems we have many things in common, as most who grew up in the city can relate.
It is a joy to read such an excellent write!
An absolute stunning write my friend...enjoyed the stroll down memory lane with you...beautiful work my friend. It is always a pleasure to read your poetry...love the picture!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Though my world was almost completely opposite of yours growing up here in Nova Scotia, Canada it was also much alike, this did bring back memories as well as a sense that your neigbourhood was also a great one to grow up in. Lovely.
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This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.
well done...
John
"Time goes on and changes life
But the rainbows stay the same"
~Butch
You are such a gifted writer...It's easy to re-live your precious childhood with you - in Living Color and Sound!
(I KNEW you were that gorgeous little Hisp-waiian chick!!! Great B&W Kodak moment!)
Thank you for sharing your rainbow...
Love and Homemade Pasta, Bread Woman :)
Chrissy
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
Jews, Irish, Scots and Dutch
Hispanics on the first floor
That one family.....was us!
I defy any social commentator to come up with a more succinct, wittier definition of society in microcosm! This is a verse worthy of a referrence within the pages of sociological study. Moreover, as Oscar Wilde once said to a peer who had made some witty remark, 'I wish I had said that!' In other words, I wish I had coined this verse! Would have earned me extra marks in the appropriate social science exam.
For the reader, this mini retro - epic is a heart warming ride through the cockpit lens of nostalgia steered by the captain as it pans in and out of the various landmarks, rituals, traditions, passing by colourful personalities and attitudes en-route.
This overview of life way back when, recalls one of the early scenes in Angels With Dirty Faces - and early Cagney film - where the viewer is whisked off from a railway siding to a point hovering over a busy city street bustling with life. The camera lens then starts to steadily weave in and out of the various thumbnail views of life along the pavement, dodging in and out of anectodes, until it rests upon two lads leaning on a railing. We then see life through their eyes, beginning with a cheeky remark to a passing girl proudly - and rather aloof - wearing a wide brim hat. The young Cagney character leaps from the railing and cheekily pulls down the hat over her attitude. Innocent days.
That's a key theme in this poem - innocense plus community. Where have these days gone? Where has the collective nature of society gone?
Only the rainbow remains.
But then again, within our memories exists a rainbow following a refreshing shower of fond memories.
Oklahoma was never like this,hen, ty very mooooooooooch!
Regards
Dai
Amor
Brett
It is a joy to read such an excellent write!
Locw,
Eileen
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Fee
A most beautiful triubte to your Manhattan. Always wanted to visit the City, you took me there in memorable verse: well done!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.