I didn’t want to go another week without writing. We’re in Mexico for our yearly vacation. Lost another dear friend last week. Making as many memories as possible while I’m here on this earth. Life is too short. Family is
The Streets of New York
There were no computers, cellphones or video games growing up in the 50’s. Sure we had swings and slides in our public parks and for us in East Harlem it was Jefferson Park, but the real playgrounds were the streets
Public Schools in East Harlem
Miss Block was my first grade teacher at P.S. 102. She was the same first grade teacher both my sisters Ann and Rose had and believe it or not, my mother had her as well. Miss Block was the epitome