Thursday, April 20, 2017

Queens (My First Home) #AtoZChallenge

I was born in Queens, a borough of New York City.  I moved to the Bronx when I was five months old, and have only been back to Queens a handful of times. 

From where I grew up in the Bronx, in a family without a car (common back then), it was a long ride on the subway.

Some of our visits were during the New York World's Fair in 1964, which I will blog about in my "W" post.
March 2014
I had one memory of my babyhood - the name of the housing project I lived in and the street it was on (from something my parents told me growing up).  So I decided I would do a search, traveling through time and space, for my first home.

Let's take a little virtual trip.

First, here are some pictures of my native borough (not where I lived).

There is a large Asian population in Queens.
Where the New York Times is printed.
Jacob Riis Park - one day I will visit it.  There is plenty of water recreation in New York City - New York City is so much more than skyscrapers and museums.  I am not sure, but this may not be that far away (as a bird would fly) from where I was born in the Rockaways.

And now, we arrive at our destination.  I am seeing this, with you, for the first time.
I was able to find pictures of the housing project where I lived the first five months of my life in the Library of Congress online.  There were no known restrictions on the rights, so I am taking a chance in posting it.  This picture was taken about five months before I was born.  Who knows, perhaps my pregnant mother was in one of those buildings at the time.

I was able to find, on You Tube, videos of what the housing development has become.  It is not a happy thing.  I can be grateful I escaped more than 60 years ago.

Again, some journeys do not end well, but all it did was confirm something I had suspected.

Once again, traveling through time and space for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

12 comments:

  1. Many of my friends came from the Rockaways.

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  2. It's lovely that you found a photo from the time your family lived there - how precious! Beautiful memory. As for what it has become, that seems eminently crop-able, It's not part of your journey, and need not be a memory to hold onto. I do so love old photos - enjoyed your post.

    I suspect we'd all find changes that disappoint us if we go back to places we left a long time ago, urban realities are rarely romantic.

    Best wishes,
    Nilanjana.
    Madly-in-Verse

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  3. I found my birth home in Detroit online at Google. It was foreclosed on a few years ago, but it has been pretty well-maintained at least on the outside. A cousin of mine visited the home several years ago and spoke with the owners. One day I should check out the home where I grew up, but those old neighborhoods are not exactly places I want to travel to alone.

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  4. i lived in Queens when my children were babies. Had an apartment overlooking the Van Wyck Expressway, we could see JFK airport from our balcony.

    The house I lived in until I was 8 isn't far from my boyfriend's house, I've driven past it several times.

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  5. Great to be able to go back. Did you feel anything? About 12 years ago, I went back to the house where I was born in Scotland. I was so excited - but when I got there, it was just a house. It meant nothing to me. Shirley Q is Quest for Quality as you Build a Better Blog. #AtoZchallenge.

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  6. How nice you found the photos. They look lovely.
    Tina
    Twinkling Tina Cooks

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  7. How lovely. Since my Dad was in the Army, we moved cities so much, I sometimes long to visit all the houses we lived in, but it's hard to visit.

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  8. Precious memories, how they warm our hearts whenever we revisit them. Loved your post buddy.

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  9. Tracing back your life's journey can be as pleasing as it can be nerve wracking. But that's is life, no?

    Shubhangi @ The Little Princess

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  10. It is interesting to see a place you don't remember living. My mother moved when I was a couple months old, too, so I don't remember "our" first apartment. Both parents have since driven me by it. (When we were in the area. It's a long ways off.) It's still there, but the city has built up since we lived there.

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  11. Fun to see this on the very same day as I promised a cousin's husband that I would go take a picture of the house in Ditmas Park where he spent the first 6 years of his life. Such a wild coincidence that I'm living about a 10 minute walk from there! I actually didn't realize that he was originally from Brooklyn until a couple of years ago when my cousin visited and told me. He'd posted a picture of his dad in the front yard today and I said "Hey, is that Ditmas Park?"

    He gave me the street address & I promised I would get him a picture soon.

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  12. Is it funny that I'm so brainwashed by my TV viewing history that the first thing I thought of was "The Nanny" and the whole song ran through my head? I assume it's the same place that they talk about in the show? Nice to see a little bit of your history Alana.
    Leanne | cresting the hill

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