![]() It also contained a door that led down a flight of stairs to the cellar, which housed a heating system and coal storage area before the system was converted to oil some years after I was born. The hallway also led to a flight of stairs that was the access to the second story. The garages were an investment in order to produce extra income, but we utilized the garage roof as our sometimes bedroom on hot summer nights long before we were introduced to air-conditioning or even electric fans. Three of the garages were built before I was born, and the other was constructed after my birth. You could climb through some of these windows and gain access to a flat garage roof that stretched the full length of the rest of the property. The kitchen led into a small dinette surrounded by windows. Our porch led to a hallway through a small vestibule that allowed access to the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. The wall contained windows so that visual communication was possible between the two porches. The porch was the entrance to the rest of the house and shared a common wall with the porch next door. On the first floor, there was an enclosed porch that contained assorted chairs and a wooden swing that squeaked as it swung to and fro. The house was two stories, consisting of four bedrooms and a small bathroom on the second floor. Sharing the yard was a shade tree that made it very pleasant to sit on the wooden bench protected by the tree. It boasted a small front yard, which was home to a crab apple tree that produced a large crop of crab apples every other year and only a modest crop during the off years. It was of brick construction, and because it was on the corner, it was one of the more desirable houses on the block. ![]() The house occupied the corner of Georgia and Hegeman Avenues. At the time, the area must have been considered an up-and-coming one, about an hour-long subway ride from Manhattan. I regret not becoming curious during his lifetime, when I could have learned more about my paternal past.īy the time I was born in 1925, my father, Sam Schwartz, had already purchased a house at 492 Hegeman Avenue in the East New York section of Brooklyn. I know that much of the history of my father’s family is lost to me. If I succeed in completing it, perhaps my children or grandchildren will one day find it of some interest, should they become curious about their recent ancestry. I am not entirely certain of what possible interest this writing can or will be to anyone other than myself. I may not succeed this time either, but I find I have a strong need to try again. I have attempted to do this on other occasions, usually after a significant tragic event in my life, but I have never succeeded in following through. S I APPROACH my eightieth birthday (one I never dreamed I would reach), I will once again try to reconstruct the chronology of the years I have lived. Lastly, I want to thank my soul mate, Meta Smith, for her suggestions and criticisms, which she delivered with loving devotion. To my cousin Barry Tunkel, who tirelessly constructed our family tree to help identify who is who among the many Sams and Roses in the family. To my most patient nephew, Sheldon Schwartz, who I have to thank for all his assistance in helping me select the photographs of our family from his vast collection. June 13, 1995, A Polish-Lithuanian Pilgrimageį OR MY CHILDREN and grandchildren, with whom I wish to share memories of my life experiences that may help them understand who I am. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īny people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner. Library of Congress Control Number: 2018902399Īll rights reserved.
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