Trying to recall the past, which was 64 yrs. ago, is quite difficult. Especially when one is 92 years old and having difficulty recalling names of acquaintances. My three years absence from 820-46th Street did not cause a change in the area. The same sycamore trees were still lined up on both sides of the street and the same buildings with its small front gardens added a suburban touch. After 3 years of living in bombed- out areas, sleeping in pup-tents and often on grassy hills, my walk up to my home seemed like heaven, so peaceful and neat. Nothing had changed
The changes that occurred were human. Those who remained at home, who worried about loved ones in service also helped in the war effort, selling US bonds, factory labor in munitions and aircraft, and USO shows.
Changes occurred in the normal lives we live. Such as the Roth family and descendants. When I returned I encountered the following : Our house was now occupied by only 3 members of the family. Pop died in 1954 and the store was sold prior to his death. Mom displayed a sign “ Clothing Alterations” Expert seamstress. Mom needed income to pay for expenses, etc. Living with her were Blanche and Bill. Nat was married in 1945 to Harriet and living in their house on the same street. Bill returned from the Pacific a few months later and set up his food business, storing goods in the basement. Reggie, living in an apartment 759-46th St. gave birth to Barbara in 1943. And I was preparing for my wedding with Shirley. On December 25, 1945 we were married. We went to Florida for our honeymoon and I moved out of 820-46th Street. Thus began a new chapter in my life.
