Thursday, October 29, 2009

Harlem Heights

The other day I was in Harlem over at Nana's house hanging with her for a bit when I looked out the kitchen window and was struck by the beauty of the view of the back park and the turning of the leaves. This is the same 15th floor view that I grew up with so I've seen it all my life but it's been quite a while since I really looked at it.



On this rainy day I remembered being a kid and always in awe over how Nana could yell so clearly from so hi up and make her voice carry that far down to tell me it was time to come in. Her voice one of so many woman with their eyes peering keeping careful watch of the children in their care. Playtime over. Must come in before the streetlights come one. Besides dinner's ready and we're hungry. The old back park has been remolded a few times over since I was a kid playing kick the can, but the heart of it is still the same I'd guess. Well at least I hope.



Best,
Kwana

10 comments:

T.Allen-Mercado said...

I miss NYC as it was. I enjoy sitting up with my husband and comparing traditions and tales of big city life, like being in before the street lights come on...if they're flickering-you'd better drop everything and "book"! Great photo, thanks for sharing.

Frau said...

I have such wonderful childhood memories of playing kick the can, cops and robbers etc.. it's sad to think our children have a different memory. Beautiful view thanks for sharing.

pve design said...

The wonder years! I think each of us need to keep the memory alive as well as time to just "play"- as well as give thanks for the "Nanas, Grandmas, and Moms of the world who always have a "watchful eye from any height! Hope Nana reads your post today. She will be so proud of this memory.
pve

Purple Flowers said...

You are very fortunate to be able to "go back" and re-live it all. That is a great photo. My suggestion would be to take a photo and frame it. You'll always have it to go back to. :)

Pretty Neat Designs said...

I think its interesting how we can see things we've seen a hundred times and suddenly "see" them for the first time. Great photo, and such a nice memory. I like the image of your Nana yelling out the window - it is so clear I feel like I was there.

Debra said...

What a nice memory. Like Frau, I remember playing outside until dark~ kick-the-can. I feel badly that the computer and tech-games have taken the place of some of these activities.

Slices of Beauty... said...

Wow, hanging out a Nana is such a lovely idea!
Loving the view too.

Sheryl said...

I love the way glancing at sometime can bring back a life time of memories. Thanks for sharing....

A Day That is Dessert said...

This made me feel a bit choked up...I have similar thoughts when I visit my Grandparents.

The Quintessential Magpie said...

Kick the can! I haven't thought of that in a million years, and it was fun.

Enjoyed hearing your thoughts of your grandmother and how her voice could carry down 15 stories. Mine lived in a cottage, but hers could carry several blocks away! She just knew how to project it to reach us wherever we were.

Loved the view.

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