Hi Diane, Finally got a rise out of you, did I? Good.
Yes, my beloved grandpa (the bigamist) was one of the people who made Noo Yawk tall. He was a construction worker. Worked on the Empire State Building. He also worked on my elementary school. He told me that he wrote his name on the inside of the walls in both places. Lots of construction workers did that. "Where, Grandpa, where?" I wanted to know. "On the fifth floor of your school."
I found his fifty year union pin when I was rummaging through some stuff. Priceless.
My father and his brother were in vaudeville as singers. Never stars. But when the Depression hit, that was it. I loved family gatherings with his side of the family. Everybody sang well. All those baritones. Wonderful. And my second soprano.
My grandfather bought a turkey farm in Noo Joisey. He always loved the land. My grandmother was raised in the city. She eventually could stand it no longer, and they returned to the city. She, like me, required concrete under her feet. My aunt repeatedly told the story of how she wore a red sweater, and all the turkeys went after her. Mental note: Don't wear red around turkeys.
I remember when I was a child talking to friends about family. One side of the family barely knew the other side. What's the matter with these people? My cousin (the one on the ground floor) on my mother's side wondered what was the matter with me. I hadn't gotten all the relationships straight. "There are two grandmas upstairs." "Yeah, but only one of 'em is mine." ??????????????
When I was older, I wanted to go to a swimming pool north of where I lived. I had to pass THE BUILDING to get there. Would it be possible for me to walk past without being spotted. I walked close to the buildings. No one will see me. From above I heard,"Raboida!" "Hi, Grandma." (My mother's mother.)
Often people sat out in the street on folding chairs. I have pictures of that too.
I also have pictures of all the men in uniform returning from the war (WW II). Out on the street in front of THE BUILDING. All the men were in the army. My sweet father was the only one who got schlepped overseas.
My parents got married when he returned home on leave.
Rambled enough. Wonderful memories, helped by the photos. My cousin (on my mother's side on the ground floor) is coming up for a photo review and exchange.