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April 27, 2012


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Nope. I definitely think I see the dreaded illegal ice cream vendor in there somewhere. Some things never change.

My Uncle lived on Ocean near Lincoln. That could be him and his friends.

I sent your blog to my Uncle, he said

Nice photo; I was 7 years old in 1941 and do not see myself in the photo.

I do remember the playground and swings.

This was just 3-4 months before the bombing of Pearl Harbor and I do remember being in the park on that day when I heard the news. From age 2 to 18, I probably spent more time in Prospect Park than any other location in Brooklyn, including my apartment at 2xx Ocean Ave, apt. 2C.

Unc. Sid

My best wishes to Uncle Sid--delighted to have his impressions!!!

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