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Two Sides of the Family--One Building

 
 
Roberta
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 01:09 am
I took one look at this picture and said to myself, "Uh oh." Not sure what was going on, but I wouldn't have looked like that if nothing was going on. I was maybe four or five in this picture.

http://i815.photobucket.com/albums/zz72/Riman18/meuhoh.jpg

Gotta get back to work. I've been enjoying this.
dlowan
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 04:34 am
@Roberta,
You are clearly plotting to get rid of that baby!!!!
littlek
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 08:25 am
Fabulous!
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Roberta
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 02:10 pm
@dlowan,
Maybe I was floiting.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 02:21 pm
@Roberta,
Wonder where in northern Italy.... (me, always curious)
ossobuco
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 02:26 pm
@Roberta,
Roberta wrote:

My father and my mother's baby brother, my uncle. This uncle was active in early commercial animation on TV. He participated in the Muriel cigar commercial and the cuckoo clock opening on the Howdy Doody Show. When he moved to the north Bronx, my grandmother complained that he was living in the country. When he moved to the suburbs, Grandma was hysterical. "He's living in the wilderness."

http://i815.photobucket.com/albums/zz72/Riman18/DandUncleR.jpg


I think we might have talked about this before. Far as I know, the Howdy Doody Show was set up in a building (RKO building, or RKO only part of the building) on 106th Street. That's where my father worked (rko) when we lived in the Bronx back in late '49 and 1950. It's amusing to me to imagine your uncle and my father passing in the elevator, or something. RKO did commercials in that building.. On the other hand, your uncle might have worked in another building.
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Roberta
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 03:19 pm
@ossobuco,
ossobuco wrote:

Wonder where in northern Italy.... (me, always curious)


He was in the invasion of Anzio which is near Rome. I remember him mentioning his being in northern Italy. Maybe they moved him after the invasion.

I don't know where my uncle worked, but I do know for sure that those are things he worked on. He may also have been involved in the Chiquita Banana ad. Not sure.
ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 04:27 pm
@Roberta,
loving these pix!

everything about The Concourse fascinates me

I realized recently that quite a bit of the New York-focused fiction I read is set on The Concourse. Several recently set in Roberta's early years there, a couple of others set in the 1970's when the neighbourhood was changing dramatically.

Love love the pix.

That Roberta. A kid with a bit of a personality.
msolga
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 04:43 pm
@Roberta,
http://i815.photobucket.com/albums/zz72/Riman18/meuhoh.jpg

Ha ha, you're up to something here for sure, Roberta!
A mischievous child if ever I saw one! Very Happy

I'm really enjoying your photographs, too, Roberta. This is like your family movie! Love it.

So many strong faces (yours included).

And I love the details in the locations of the photographs, the incredible number of relatives & the stories you've told us about them. What a wonderful childhood. You were so lucky to have all those folks around!
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Roberta
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 05:13 pm
@ehBeth,
ehBeth wrote:

loving these pix!

everything about The Concourse fascinates me

I realized recently that quite a bit of the New York-focused fiction I read is set on The Concourse. Several recently set in Roberta's early years there, a couple of others set in the 1970's when the neighbourhood was changing dramatically.

Love love the pix.

That Roberta. A kid with a bit of a personality.


bethie, My friend's father wrote a book called Grand Concourse.

I lived on the Concourse until 1974. What was it like to live in Fort Apache, the Bronx? (Yes, I was in the 42nd Precinct).Terrifying and horrifying . Like living in a nightmare. The Concourse Plaza was one of my stops on my sprint home from the subway at night. Sigh.

The later horrible memories don't diminish the wonderful earlier ones. They just make me mad. I wanted to stay in our glorious apartment. Too dangerous. Phooey.

A quick summary of ookiness. My father was mugged--thrown to the ground by seven young men with knives out. They got eleven dollars. His brother, my dear uncle, was mugged twice in the same week by the same people. I guess they learned his schedule. The two boy cousins on the ground floor of the building: one was thrown to the ground and robbed; the other was stabbed. Word is he resisted. And moi? I was attacked in the stairwell of our building. Rape attempted. I escaped.

I called the police at least once a week. Hearing people screaming for help. People in our building were tied up and gagged while their apartments were looted. One night, I heard strange shouting from the park across the street. Gang war. The last straw: I was having dinner with my family. We heard someone shout, "Stop or I'll shoot." Then we heard shots.

Being chased from my home and a place that I loved made me angry. I haven't fully gotten over it yet. I miss the wide expanse of boulevard. The glorious huge old apartments. The transportation convenience. Phooey.

Glad you like the pix, kid.

Glad you're enjoying things, olga. I never thought my family was especially big. They were all just clumped together.
ossobuco
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 05:30 pm
@Roberta,
My dad directed commercials at RKO, thus my being in a "classroom of kids" as an extra for a Toni commercial, and started the tv commercial department at Foote Cone + Belding in Chicago for his next job. (Life went down hill from there, but never mind). Well, great families pass on the road of life, eh? A friend of my dad's in the fifties was an animationist, and... more, my aunt on the other side - the one I always call my hundred year old aunt - worked at Disney (north hollywood?) in the thirties, and remembered waste baskets filled with disposed of cells drawn by the animation folk..

Maybe you inherited some of those art moves of yours, Robbie..

The troops worked their way up from Anzio (et al), or else your dad wasn't moved and moved toward the end - but I bet he moved with the group. There are probably stories there, maybe some untellable. There are many stories in my family that are gone with the years and the people...
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 05:32 pm
@Roberta,
If you ever what to switch from your wild and wonderful cat avatar..
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 05:42 pm
@Roberta,
very cool blog

http://nyapril1946.blogspot.com/

http://nyapril1946.blogspot.com/2009/12/grand-concourse-synagogues.html

http://nyapril1946.blogspot.com/2009/12/neighborhood-bookie-at-bickfords.html

Quote:
In Boulevard of Dreams, Constance Rosenblum noted that Horace Ginsbern, one of the chief architects of buildings along the Grand Concourse in the thirties, was an inveterate gambler, like many successful Jewish businessmen of his era. Some of the elegant high-rise apartment buildings were homes to high stakes card games and fly-by-night casinos.

Rosenblum also introduces us to one of the West Bronx neighborhood bookies of the forties and fifties, Joey Hacken, who operated out of the Bickford's coffee shop at 188th Street and the Grand Concourse. He was better known to the regulars as Joey Jalop because of the junk heap that he drove. He was the son of Eastern European Jewish immigrants although some assumed he was Italian. He was no flashy sharp-dresser but a short dumpy guy who usually could be found in a sports shirt covered by a shabby overcoat in cold weather. He sat at his table surrounded by young apprentices with heads for sports statistics and math. He would buy them pie and soda as he discussed the art of handicapping a sports event, sort of a modern day rabbi. A decade later he would be implicated in a game fixing scheme that involved one of his neighborhood acolytes, Jack Molinas, who had become a professional basketball player. The scandal almost brought down the sport of basketball.

Bickford's was a popular low cost coffee shop chain with outlets throughout the city. It dated back to the 1920s and was popular with night owls because of its late hours.
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Roberta
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2010 09:47 pm
osso, Not be a cheetah anymore? Hard to imagine. What were you thinking I should replace it with?

bethie, Thanks for the blogs. My grandparents were members of Adath Israel. Across the Concourse from THE BUILDING. And I remember eating in Bickfords. Just food. Never placed a bet.
Roberta
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 12:48 am
Puzzled. I mentioned that my father, uncle, and two cousins were mugged (one stabbed) and that I was attacked. Not one comment.

Question Question
ossobuco
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 12:52 am
@Roberta,
Your own devilish photo as avatar. I know, I know, very unlikely!
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 12:55 am
@Roberta,
Sorry about that. I did think about it at some length, understanding how you felt.
Just didn't muster up anything to say at the time. Then today, I was off on the avatar thing.
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Izzie
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 04:09 am
@Roberta,
Roberta wrote:


A quick summary of ookiness. My father was mugged--thrown to the ground by seven young men with knives out. They got eleven dollars. His brother, my dear uncle, was mugged twice in the same week by the same people. I guess they learned his schedule. The two boy cousins on the ground floor of the building: one was thrown to the ground and robbed; the other was stabbed. Word is he resisted. And moi? I was attacked in the stairwell of our building. Rape attempted. I escaped.

I called the police at least once a week. Hearing people screaming for help. People in our building were tied up and gagged while their apartments were looted. One night, I heard strange shouting from the park across the street. Gang war. The last straw: I was having dinner with my family. We heard someone shout, "Stop or I'll shoot." Then we heard shots.

Being chased from my home and a place that I loved made me angry. I haven't fully gotten over it yet.


Shocked

I simply can't imagine Boida... it's a far cry from anything I've ever known... I can understand moreso now how you became such a tough cookie goil...







<loving this thread... hearing you retell and the pics... fabulous - thank you so much for sharing this with us> Very Happy
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Roberta
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 04:12 am
Not such a tough cookie. Just very cautious, still. Very aware of my surroundings.
dlowan
 
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Reply Tue 27 Jul, 2010 05:09 am
@Roberta,
Roberta wrote:

Not such a tough cookie. Just very cautious, still. Very aware of my surroundings.


Glad you fought your way out.

Horrible to hear the stories of the others, too.
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