tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post2674066491999642538..comments2023-12-31T20:43:08.499-05:00Comments on THE STILETTO GANG: Thinking about the PastUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-2367383913215433772013-05-02T09:05:18.471-04:002013-05-02T09:05:18.471-04:00Lil, it sounds like you have similar NY memories t...Lil, it sounds like you have similar NY memories to mine. I forgot to mention that there was a place in Brooklyn that is now closed--Ebenger's--and every summer, they would have a creme-filled cupcake that to this day makes my mouth water when I think about it. I figure I ate my last one when I was four or five but still remember the taste. That must have been some intoxicating cupcake. Sounds similar to your napoleons in the pantheon of remembered baked goods. MaggieMaggienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-82723921205432125012013-05-01T16:49:28.434-04:002013-05-01T16:49:28.434-04:00All these posts are so moving and evocative of my ...All these posts are so moving and evocative of my own childhood. I grew up in New York, and Often we drove on the West Side Highway to get to see other delicious places. My Grandfather lived in Manhattan, and we spent lots of days in Central Park, a place so beautifully described in Simon and Garfunkel's song Old Friends. Sometimes I think there is a chorus of spirits looking down at me, saying, "remember this and this, and us." And oh, we traveled to a special place on 72nd Street for their napoleons.lil Glucksternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288522126331817172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-5562333578077888932013-05-01T13:43:13.905-04:002013-05-01T13:43:13.905-04:00Linda, some day, I'm going to write a book abo...Linda, some day, I'm going to write a book about my grandmother. She had such an influence on me as a person and I swear that she watched out for me the entire time I was undergoing treatment, even from "afar." Thanks for your kind words. MaggieMaggienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-38649471629561649412013-05-01T12:39:06.429-04:002013-05-01T12:39:06.429-04:00Wonderful evocative post, Maggie! Childhood memori...Wonderful evocative post, Maggie! Childhood memories are the best. Your grandmother sounds like such a character. Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-79980955668588550112013-05-01T10:39:13.038-04:002013-05-01T10:39:13.038-04:00Laura, your grandfather sounds a lot like my grand...Laura, your grandfather sounds a lot like my grandmother. I think the Irish have a thing for "exaggeration"???<br /><br />Vicky, I am smiling reading about your childhood memories. Thank you for sharing them.<br /><br />MaggieMaggienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-43576491355371654892013-05-01T09:40:08.986-04:002013-05-01T09:40:08.986-04:00Really out of the park post today, Mags.
I rememb...Really out of the park post today, Mags.<br /><br />I remember going to Miller Beach, part of Indiana's shore of Lake Michigan, by car or bus. It felt like it took forever to get there, though it probably took a half an hour and there was a wonderful ice-cream shop on the way, what would today be called an "indie" place and then was "mom-and-pop" (more places were), called Jack Spratt. I always got peach ice-cream in part because it was something you couldn't get easily at home.<br /><br />As we got within a few blocks of finally being able to run across the sand in our flip-flops and play not just in the water and the sand but on the big cast-metal turtle that was in the adjacent playground, you would come up a rising turn and there it was: the lake. Not our dull residential landscape, not the Chicago or even downtown Gary landscape, but THE LAKE. One of the five greats, too. Huge. Wide. All blue, white, tan in simple lines with maybe some frothy shapes, dotted with people in colorful swim suits. Always a thrill. You were THERE<br /><br />The sand was often so hot you couldn't walk barefoot on it. The concession stand seemed stuffed with more snacks and soda than anyone could consume. You could hear Beach Boys and Jackson 5 tunes over the loud speaker and if people had their own radios with them they tuned into the same station and it created a sort of crowd-sourced symphony. And the smell of Coppertone was trance-inducing. We'd play in cool water and then sun ourselves on the big, worn, and warm surface of that turtle. He was giant then to me and I wished I could have one in my yard (frankly, I still like that idea). But he was more likely only a little over three feet in diameter.<br /><br />We usually went with my teenage sisters and their crowd, and though I know mom and dad liked the beach I now get the strong sense that they were happy to get us all out of the house for a good, long while on hot summer days!<br />Vicky Politonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-51475420719766205562013-05-01T07:50:35.103-04:002013-05-01T07:50:35.103-04:00Okay, I loved this.
One of my special memories is...Okay, I loved this.<br /><br />One of my special memories is going for a walk around Inwood with my grandfather. We'd head to the park there along the river and sit on a bench to feed the pigeons. He'd point to the rock across the water (the one with the giant "C") and tell me, in his Irish brogue and with a sparkle in his eye, that HE had painted that for "Casey." I believed that for far more years that I probably should have, but why not?Laura Bradfordhttp://www.laurabradford.comnoreply@blogger.com