Montrose, beautiful write up. Thank you for letting us into your world like that. What an amazing life your father had. He sounds like a wonderful man.
DeLepp, CarGar passed that along to me, and I forgot to thank you. Coincidentally, I know someone who was doing some work in there, and he called me to show me. The hall is extremely impressive, and I got some pix. I also met one of the couples selling their home, a gorgeous duplex on the third floor, and I was thrilled to see the period details that remain, and got to see the original attic, pretty much as MM would have seen it. I’ll check out the listings, and will try to go. Thanks!
So sorry to about your father. You must have made him very proud.
My be an odd time for this but the montrose morris bldg at 315 Clinton Ave has two apts for sale. I think you had mentioned never getting a chance to be inside. The lobby/hallways are super and the apts have some original charm. The broker with elliman was quite smart and included a bunch of history with the listing materials. I’m sure they’re going to be open houses this weekend.
Morning everyone! I’d just like to take a minute to thank everyone who offered condolences and good thoughts, here and privately, to me and my family, for the loss of my Dad. Everything went as well as these things can go, and it was really heartwarming to see how well loved and respected my father was in his community. My Dad was 86 when he died. Born in what is now Guyana, he came here at 2, was raised and educated in NYC public schools, graduated from Geo. Washington HS, with Alan Greenspan as a classmate. Because the Navy was segregated during WWII, he was a medic’s assistant on a hospital ship in the Pacific. Quite handsome in his uniform, he courted and married my mother, went to City College on the GI Bill, and later started a family. We moved upstate in 1961, and he lived there until his death.
In the last few years, as his health declined, he developed diabetes, and he had to have both legs amputated above the knee. In spite of this, he never gave up, he learned how to get around, and he was always cheerful and positive to those around him. He was a terror in his motorized chair, and we have a photo of him giving his only grandson, who was 2 at the time last year, a ride, with the child on the footpads. With the innocence of childhood not realizing the implications, my nephew was having the time of his life with his granddad. The joy on both their faces is beautiful. I’m happy Dad is free from the fistfuls of daily meds he needed, the necessity to be helped with most things, the constant doctors, and this last year, the dialysis, and always, the pain. I remember the father of my childhood, who roamed the countryside with us, helping us discover fossils in the creek, berries and apples in the fields, swimming at the lake, and the wonders of discovery and nature, something that remains with me to this day. We’re in good shape, my family and I, and will carry those memories in our hearts forever.
Montrose;
Welcome back, and once again sorry to hear about your dad. RIP.
Montrose, beautiful write up. Thank you for letting us into your world like that. What an amazing life your father had. He sounds like a wonderful man.
DeLepp, CarGar passed that along to me, and I forgot to thank you. Coincidentally, I know someone who was doing some work in there, and he called me to show me. The hall is extremely impressive, and I got some pix. I also met one of the couples selling their home, a gorgeous duplex on the third floor, and I was thrilled to see the period details that remain, and got to see the original attic, pretty much as MM would have seen it. I’ll check out the listings, and will try to go. Thanks!
MM, welcome back.
For some light entertainment, read the Chicken thread….
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MM, my deepest condolences.
And why did you have to make me cry so early in the day with your post.
The great memories you have will live with you forever.
Welcome back, Montrose. I am glad you have such good memories to treasure.
MM,
So sorry to about your father. You must have made him very proud.
My be an odd time for this but the montrose morris bldg at 315 Clinton Ave has two apts for sale. I think you had mentioned never getting a chance to be inside. The lobby/hallways are super and the apts have some original charm. The broker with elliman was quite smart and included a bunch of history with the listing materials. I’m sure they’re going to be open houses this weekend.
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Morning everyone! I’d just like to take a minute to thank everyone who offered condolences and good thoughts, here and privately, to me and my family, for the loss of my Dad. Everything went as well as these things can go, and it was really heartwarming to see how well loved and respected my father was in his community. My Dad was 86 when he died. Born in what is now Guyana, he came here at 2, was raised and educated in NYC public schools, graduated from Geo. Washington HS, with Alan Greenspan as a classmate. Because the Navy was segregated during WWII, he was a medic’s assistant on a hospital ship in the Pacific. Quite handsome in his uniform, he courted and married my mother, went to City College on the GI Bill, and later started a family. We moved upstate in 1961, and he lived there until his death.
In the last few years, as his health declined, he developed diabetes, and he had to have both legs amputated above the knee. In spite of this, he never gave up, he learned how to get around, and he was always cheerful and positive to those around him. He was a terror in his motorized chair, and we have a photo of him giving his only grandson, who was 2 at the time last year, a ride, with the child on the footpads. With the innocence of childhood not realizing the implications, my nephew was having the time of his life with his granddad. The joy on both their faces is beautiful. I’m happy Dad is free from the fistfuls of daily meds he needed, the necessity to be helped with most things, the constant doctors, and this last year, the dialysis, and always, the pain. I remember the father of my childhood, who roamed the countryside with us, helping us discover fossils in the creek, berries and apples in the fields, swimming at the lake, and the wonders of discovery and nature, something that remains with me to this day. We’re in good shape, my family and I, and will carry those memories in our hearts forever.
Denton – Would you please post your link to the Flea pix again? Thx.