Share Your World – 2015 Week #4
Where did you live at age five? Is it the same place or town you live now?
I lived in a very old house in Queens, New York, when I was five. It was, as it this house, surrounded by oak trees. It had, as does this house (after remodeling) a big picture window in the front. Maybe I have — in some sense — gone home again.
I lived there until I left for college. I never went back, except to visit. The house in which I now live, reminds me very much of the house in which I grew up, but it is in New England … quite far from my original home. I don’t even know anyone who lives in New York city any more. We have all moved somewhere else.
You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met. Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?
These days, I don’t feel safe going places alone. I’m a bit fragile and I get fearful when I have no one to call for help. So the answer is these day, no. But I would have gone by myself in the past — without a second thought.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
I grew up in New York city, but the neighborhood was very much like a small town. The city had grown around it, leaving it’s semi rural nature intact.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A writer. I wanted to be a writer when I was studying to be a musician. There was never really a choice for me. I was born to be a writer.
Categories: #Photography, Challenges, Home, Personal
Your New York neighbourhood sounds like a little oasis of calm in a sea of madness. Though I admit at this point that I’m assuming New York is exactly as portrayed in such shows as CSI:NY and Cagney and Lacey 🙂
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New York isn’t like on Law and Order anymore than England is like Game of Thrones. But my neighborhood was unique — even 50 years ago, when New York was not nearly as supercharged as it is now. It is actually less crime riddled than Las Vegas. Casinos are good for crime. It’s just that NY is big and there are a lot of people. More people, more crime, more hassles. Just more of everything, good and bad. That’s why we don’t live in a city any more.
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A lot of TV shows are actually quite bad for tourism I reckon – I’m too scared to visit New York because I know, for a fact, that I’ll get shot in some sort of “mugging gone wrong”.
But given the number of people, it’s probably no worse percentage-wise than any other city.
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I think all large cities are much the same. If they were as bad as “seen on TV,” no one would survive to reproduce. That being said, we could get flattened by a runaway beer truck in a bucolic country hamlet. Or fall down a well. Or be hit by a meteorite. Danger lurks!
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I hope you are feeling a little better, and Garry too. Thanks so much for taking the time do share with us this week.
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Thank you, too!
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We are feeling a little better. It’s just a matter of time. Boring old time.
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I like the nostalgia intended or not in this post and the photos that accompany your words
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It’s hard to not inject nostalgia when bringing up childhood memories … and pictures. Even when memories are not joyous, they are the past we experienced. The memories don’t vanish with the years. If anything, they seem to gain power.
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I feel that way too.
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That’s human life for you 🙂
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At age 5 (1947), we were neighbors but didn’t know it. You had just made your debut.
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But fate was pushing us along to our inevitable meeting.
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The white oak trees loomed, the shadows of oak trees were present throughout. Your mother was very possessive of the trees and she made sure that nobody could harm them. The house stayed comfortable during the summer and bitterly cold in winter.. It had all the open space in front or off to the side, but no backyard except the 15 foot separating the house from the property line because the land cut abruptly downward sharply……..
The description of Queens has been etched in my memory forever and for that matter the vivid painting of Jerusalem too.
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Your remember my book 🙂 Those oak trees were like extra family members. We could never forget they were there … they were always there, their presence, even when you couldn’t see them, you could feel them.
Jerusalem is burned in my heart. Even though I haven’t seen her in all these years, she is alive. I don’t really want to see the Jerusalem that is. I’m so attached to the Jerusalem I knew …
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How can I forget such an emotional journey of yours. I remember your neighbour Maggie too 🙂
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Maggie is me-not-me 🙂
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Oh yes ! My mistake….they were Liz & Karen.
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Right. Sometimes I don’t remember either … and I wrote it!
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