In the Shadow of the El: Images of a Brooklyn Childhood

Like a magnetic force, memories of our childhood pull at our emotions, drawing us to days gone by. I traveled back to those days, to my old neighborhood, and found the toy box Ma had saved. Inside, I discovered my lost Eden---traces of the corner candy store . . . the beautiful little girl with marble brown eyes . . . the big ball game in the park . . . Come back for a while to the Brooklyn of the fifties and sixties. Slurp lemon ices, pry open Johnny pumps on sultry nights, and rub up new ...