Let me first admit that I am obsessed with the people and the place of my youth. Haunted by sweet memories of how their existence enriched my life. These memories are with me everywhere woven in the very fabric of my being. From them there is no escape, I am a willing prisoner of my past in the Amsterdam Projects in New York's mid-town Manhattan. But there are many like me - most of them return to the Projects every two years for the reunion and a chance to reunite with old neighbors and celebrate old times. I can see it in ...
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Let me first admit that I am obsessed with the people and the place of my youth. Haunted by sweet memories of how their existence enriched my life. These memories are with me everywhere woven in the very fabric of my being. From them there is no escape, I am a willing prisoner of my past in the Amsterdam Projects in New York's mid-town Manhattan. But there are many like me - most of them return to the Projects every two years for the reunion and a chance to reunite with old neighbors and celebrate old times. I can see it in their eyes; these people are also haunted by the exquisite rhapsody of spending their early lives with each other in this 1950's place of enchantment - the Amsterdam Public Housing Projects. People from other localities and other eras may find this an odd sentiment to hold about a place that implies poverty and plight. We had that in abundance, but we also had hope, dreams and aspirations. That so many of us used our hopes, dreams and aspirations to defeat poverty and plight with such a high degree of success is the source of this sweet ghost that haunts us, as well as, what makes our nostalgia for the past understandable. This is what makes us unique. We love savoring the sweet ghost of our past. My first book about the New York City neighborhood once known as San Juan Hill was a coming of age story that focused on a young boy growing up there. San Juan Hill is the area encompassing 60th to 64th Streets, West End Avenue to Amsterdam Avenue. That book was written in the traditional story telling prose form. It featured some of the people you will meet in Poetic Portraits, but they were presented in San Juan Hill to advance the protagonist's story. Here you'll meet them and many others, in a whole different way. The 191 people from the Amsterdam Public Housing Projects you meet in this book are viewed in individual spotlights that focus solely on that person. The plot emerges as the information gleaned from each portrait poem is woven together to tell the story of the people of 1950's San Juan Hill. I have spent many hours (and sometimes days) with each of them in my memory trying desperately to capture what I feel is the exact essence of each, at least as I saw and remember them. In spending this time reflecting on all of the people I know from those times in the Amsterdam Projects, I'm struck and impressed by the amazing array of people who lived there. We were in many ways a global village and that is one aspect of the story told in this book.
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