When we get older, but we are not quite old.... we look back, and we go back, we revisit. We want to walk through places we remember from long ago, but when we get there the view can be different, muted, and vacant. The trip becomes a forlorn dreamlike sleepwalk because the landscape we remember has long disappeared and the recollections from long ago are gone. The once filled and crowded spaces are now haunted, changed, and empty.
We remember frozen and still pictures from childhood, but the new view is distorted... as if perceived through a confusing kaleidoscope.
Sometimes well, it's best to just let many memories remain inside a sweet spot that exists only in a mind's eye... so we do not blur a view from childhood.
We remember frozen and still pictures from childhood, but the new view is distorted... as if perceived through a confusing kaleidoscope.
Sometimes well, it's best to just let many memories remain inside a sweet spot that exists only in a mind's eye... so we do not blur a view from childhood.
Unionport Road, south from McGraw Avenue, 1938
Unionport Road, near Olmstead Avenue showing
the construction of the Parkchester Houses, 1939
Unionport Road, near Odell Street showing the new Met Life Parkchester Houses, 1939
East Tremont Avenue at the corner of White Plains Road, 1939
Westchester Avenue between Castle Hill Avenue and Glebe Avenue, 1938
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