This was my parents' neighborhood. I never thought I'd move here but the street has a village-y feel. I found a prewar apartment at tree level with a view of old brownstones of art galleries, practically a whole row of them.
One night I saw them loading large paintings through a second floor window.
I was living in Northport, Long Island when I saw the listing for this apartment. I wanted to move back to the city but wasn't looking on the Upper East Side. StreetEasy must have recognized the similar layout to my old apartment in Midtown and threw it into the mix of searches. I'd show you pictures of the inside but it's a workspace, a bit of a mess. I still have unpacked boxes of books and my mother's artwork stored in the open, despite the four closets. You never get enough space in New York.
Back in the 90s I went with my mother to the Macy's flower show, sometime around Mother's Day. This picture was taken with a Kodak instamatic. It's too dark but you can see the flowers at top right. How about those old wooden counters? I miss that old New York look.
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| Barbara Boyd Carter art show at Daniel Gale Sotheby's in Northport, and a friendly wave from Carolyn Luckow |
The art show (Oct-Dec 2024) of my mother's watercolors and prints made my brief stay in Northport worthwhile.
HGTV's house hunting shows gave me the idea to move out there last year when my apartment on 56th & Lex became a 24-hour construction zone. But the arts & culture scene and my genealogy project drew me back to the city. I know now that where I live is more important than having a nice house.
Contact: Debbie Carter, VillagerExpat@aol.com, (212) 925-3721
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