"alley cat photography'
Walk, run, bike, drive, take the J train....
..... no matter how you arrive Brooklyn welcomes all!
The Williamsburg Bridge was completed in 1903, a year of no special significance to my family. Born in 1881, my grandmother already had 5 children by the time she became a Polish immigrant. To celebrate her new country and fulfill her social responsibility she, along with her second husband, gave the USA seven more children by 1926.
And Brooklyn did welcome them. My grandfather was a member of several Russian and Polish organizations founded in the East New York section. With organizational aid he opened a menswear factory which clothed a large percentage of the Russian/Polish population in East New York.
I remember being taken to grandpa's factory when I was three to see potatoes being boiled in large pots, hard boiled eggs linning the counter, and the smell of onions and strong, black coffee filling the air. For many years I thought my grandpa made potato salad for a living, not realizing that the wokers were preparing lunch!
This is the only memory I have of my grandpa. He died of lukemia at age 63. With the money provided by the sale of his business the entire family moved into a three story, Victorian house in the Richmond Hill Section of Queens. I was 5 years old. And, yes, grandpa was much younger than grandma. My grandma was Brooklyn's first cougar!
Walk, run, bike, drive, take the J train....
..... no matter how you arrive Brooklyn welcomes all!
The Williamsburg Bridge was completed in 1903, a year of no special significance to my family. Born in 1881, my grandmother already had 5 children by the time she became a Polish immigrant. To celebrate her new country and fulfill her social responsibility she, along with her second husband, gave the USA seven more children by 1926.
And Brooklyn did welcome them. My grandfather was a member of several Russian and Polish organizations founded in the East New York section. With organizational aid he opened a menswear factory which clothed a large percentage of the Russian/Polish population in East New York.
I remember being taken to grandpa's factory when I was three to see potatoes being boiled in large pots, hard boiled eggs linning the counter, and the smell of onions and strong, black coffee filling the air. For many years I thought my grandpa made potato salad for a living, not realizing that the wokers were preparing lunch!
This is the only memory I have of my grandpa. He died of lukemia at age 63. With the money provided by the sale of his business the entire family moved into a three story, Victorian house in the Richmond Hill Section of Queens. I was 5 years old. And, yes, grandpa was much younger than grandma. My grandma was Brooklyn's first cougar!