Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Category: Canarsie
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Reading was an essential part of my growing up. My parents were both teachers and voracious readers. During the summer we went as a family to the library at least once a week. Wherever we were, Brooklyn, Champaign-Urbana, Worcester, we frequented the library. I remember particularly loving biographies. I believe there was a series specifically…
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Zada was sitting at the huge mahogany dining room table in his suit and tie. I crossed the room and went to sit with him to wait for everyone else to be ready to leave. I was wearing the same dress, brown with white polka dots, cinched at the waist, that I wore a month…
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A brief aside before continuing with my stories: In order to better understand some of the events I’m describing, especially for those not familiar with Canarsie, I thought a map might be helpful. The small ‘x’ at the bottom is where my family lived – the small enclave jutting into Canarsie Park. When I was…
