First, a bit of housekeeping. Are you reading this in its original EastFlatbushMemories.blogspot.com ?
That was the final straw. Once urban flight took hold in the sixties, the last vestiges of our parent’s
Current residents can claim they know our East Flatbush, but it’s a different neighborhood they're describing.
The Brooklyn that brings us to websites such as this one is the past, recorded on curled black and white photographs with scalloped edges, faded slides, brittle home movies and clouded memories of innocence, childhood, family and above all – a safe place and to think back on how life had once been in Brooklyn.
From the vantage point of a half century later I realize the neighborhood of my memories no longer exists. It, too, is gone.