Thirty years ago I moved from my hometown in Queens to an apartment on Manhattan’s upper west side. I remember the thrill of crossing the 59th Street Bridge to start my new life and I never looked back…for a very long time. But now friends and family are drawing me back and soon I’ll be making that journey across the bridge again to go back home. This blog is about my memories of growing up in Queens. The inspiration came from my daughter Maia, who has asked me to tell her my childhood stories regularly for as long as I can remember. Thank you Maia for helping me keep these memories alive and most of all for listening.
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Great first post! I ventured away to the city for 12 years then Boston and now San Fransisico but there are many times I feel like I’m just a simple and naive kid from Queens.
Thanks Jackie! I have many fond memories of growing up with you; hope you don’t mind if you are included in a story or two!
Astoria! There is something to say about being from Queens, the simplicity, the family and friend connections and of course always the first journey into Manhattan! Looking forward to sharing in your adventures…
I didn’t know you grew up in Astoria! I didn’t get to explore Astoria until much later in life but I love it there!
What a great idea, Barbara!
Thanks Arie. It’s a fun project for me and I’m hoping others will enjoy it as well.
Fantastic, Barbara! Congrats and I look forward to reading more!
Thank Cha. You more than anyone probably know some of the stories to come…
Yes, I am looking forward to the “pool” stories. SO many of those… 🙂