Last night I had a series of weird dreams. The most prevalent one was about my family moving back to my old neighborhood in the South Bronx—1631 Walton Avenue to be exact, one of the tougher areas I experienced growing up. Yeah, my dreams still reflect that part of my past.
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COOL and interesting dream. I remember all the buildings accross the street being “Abandoned ” burned down, homeless haven etc. and those up the block too. I also remember playing in the water hydrant “PUMP” and almost getting killed; being dragged by the water, being under the water (not visible) and a van coming. Monin’s (?) son stopped the van.
I also remember the Mcdonalds not being there. I also remember not Mcdonalds being around us. I think the only one “near by” was in Burnside at that time. I remember.. 🙂
Super familiar with this area, I used to teach at a school on West Tremont;-) Love the photos of you as a kid…weren’t those banana seat bikes the coolest?!
Yes. But you are white. Aren’t you? This doesn’t compute… Lolercoaster… Hehehe. I kid, I kid…
The second picture (1631 Walton) certainly brought back memories. The window directly above the building front door was my kitchen window from 1947-1969.
I was inside the building about five years ago and it is amazing how much smaller it looks. 🙂
That’s pretty amazing. You predated my stay by decades! In fact, before I was even born! Wow. You must have some great stories and memories of those days!