On a hot July afternoon, the nonnas are sitting on folding chairs at the curb, crocheting lace trim on linen handkerchiefs, and watching their grandchildren play in water spewing from a fire hydrant. “Too hot to cook tonight,” one says, “maybe I make sandwiches.”
The others almost in a chorus pooh-pooh her. “You know you’re going […]
Coney Island—the boardwalk mecca — at the last stop of the Sea Beach Express. The nonnas huff and puff and under their breath call out to the saints, as they drag grandchildren, ages 2 to 9, across the platform and down the subway stairs. Thus begins a day of fun in the sun in Brooklyn, 1947.