Such a great story, Jill - I hope you're not having nightmares about that box of raw meat... 🫣
I've really enjoyed reading this postcard from Coney Island - it's not a shiny, brightly-coloured one, but one with faded ink, turned over at the corners, creased crookedly down the middle and found under an abandoned bench in the park. One whose reverse side is jam-packed with reports of lives, memories, those feelings you ONLY get when you know you're home. The best kind. Perfect. ♥️
We visited Coney Island in December 2001 on the way home from a format stay at URI. We took the subway, I remember crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a bright Winters Day, and we walked the boardwalk and went to the aquarium. It was the first time that we felt New York (she had been going through tough time) had finally welcomed us! Nice photo – it's great to think that we share a little connection – what a small world it is! We will only watched the first episode of Mr robot, because it featured Coney Island, but never watched any more. We'll have to try again!
I loved this nostalgic tour of my old stomping grounds, Jill. I'm from Brooklyn and have many memories of Coney Island, and spent summers hanging out in Brighton (I don't suppose Brighton Beach Baths means anything to you? It was really a step into another universe). This was before Brighton was known as Little Odessa. I even had to change trains (from the F to the B) at Stillwell Avenue to get to high school. My school was close enough to Coney Island we could see the Cyclone from typing class. :)
Forgive me though: I didn't get very far with Mr. Robot. Somewhere in the 2nd season, I realized I was hate-watching it and gave up.
Speaking of chaos, I'm going to click the "Also share on Notes" box (below this Comment) with hopes it will help increase visibility of this post and your wonderful Life Litter Substack. But it means that if you Reply, a lot of people who read it won't know what the hell's going on. :)
Coney Island
Such a great story, Jill - I hope you're not having nightmares about that box of raw meat... 🫣
I've really enjoyed reading this postcard from Coney Island - it's not a shiny, brightly-coloured one, but one with faded ink, turned over at the corners, creased crookedly down the middle and found under an abandoned bench in the park. One whose reverse side is jam-packed with reports of lives, memories, those feelings you ONLY get when you know you're home. The best kind. Perfect. ♥️
Headbanger???
Never once heard anyone in our family say that???
Methinks grandma’s story is the stuff of novels! Just waiting to be written.....
This is such a wonderful, evocative post. And the photo is glorious!
We visited Coney Island in December 2001 on the way home from a format stay at URI. We took the subway, I remember crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a bright Winters Day, and we walked the boardwalk and went to the aquarium. It was the first time that we felt New York (she had been going through tough time) had finally welcomed us! Nice photo – it's great to think that we share a little connection – what a small world it is! We will only watched the first episode of Mr robot, because it featured Coney Island, but never watched any more. We'll have to try again!
I loved this nostalgic tour of my old stomping grounds, Jill. I'm from Brooklyn and have many memories of Coney Island, and spent summers hanging out in Brighton (I don't suppose Brighton Beach Baths means anything to you? It was really a step into another universe). This was before Brighton was known as Little Odessa. I even had to change trains (from the F to the B) at Stillwell Avenue to get to high school. My school was close enough to Coney Island we could see the Cyclone from typing class. :)
Forgive me though: I didn't get very far with Mr. Robot. Somewhere in the 2nd season, I realized I was hate-watching it and gave up.
Speaking of chaos, I'm going to click the "Also share on Notes" box (below this Comment) with hopes it will help increase visibility of this post and your wonderful Life Litter Substack. But it means that if you Reply, a lot of people who read it won't know what the hell's going on. :)