Hello Everyone–Today I want to give a shout out to my Brooklyn friends, like my dear friends, Sharon Kalina and Linda Wakschall (as we were known then), andparticularly those of you who resided in the beautiful borough during the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. Let’s share some memories of those good old days. Anyone from Erasmus Hall High School (Barbara Streisand wasn’t the only famous one)? How about Flatbush Avenue, Manhattan, Brighton Beaches, and Coney Island? Anyone for clove gum or button candy? How about those movie theaters? Let’s share some reminiscences…
I hope you enjoy this poem of Brooklyn…
I am a Brooklyn girl.
Potsy on the heat cracked sidewalk
sweating now pink blue green pastels.
One long braid that smacks us on the back as
we run for a chocolate egg cream and
salty pretzel stick, a three o’clock treat.
Red and white plaid pleated mini-skirt so high now,
crossing our legs we are
on the verge of naughtiness.
Pouring our hopes into the lap of Desiderius,
clang the coins play on each other.
“Erasmus Hall, our hearts to thee with
fervent impulse turn.”
Summertime birthday parties,
Jahns with the “kitchen sink” that you can’t finish
with less than five–no, ten people.
Heap it on, boys!
We can handle it.
Just like we indulge in books,
as many as our skinny girl arms can hold
standing on the bus
across the street from the Grand.
The D line creaks finally to a stop.
We emerge past the smoking dankness
to the light of stars.
not the sun, we know
is the center of the Universe.
If you should see me sipping a white drambuie
at the Posh
and someone interrupts with a call for the Professor–
If you should see me there,
First I was a Brooklyn girl.
Thanks again to Dr. Paul Winkler, Executive Director of the NJ Commission on Holocaust Education for organizing the first “Gathering” of first and second generations held at Mercer County College last Sunday. I was truly privileged to have participated on the panel at this successful event.