Well, BEA has started, and almost every fun person in the whole wide world IS IN MY CITY RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE THESE WORDS.
And the chances of me seeing any of them are quite small, because I'm not going.
But, coincidentally, that would be what today's Thursday's Children post is- New York.
I'm a born and bred New Yorker- born in LIJ, lived in the 718 since the day I was born, which, to a lot of people, seems like some sort of foreign concept.
"OMG, you're actually FROM NY?.... Can I touch you?"
Uh, no, that's creepy.
But today I won't be rambling about my childhood in NYC (another time, though, for real)- today is a combination of two of my favoritest things!
Old pictures & New York City.
Are there words to describe the amount of love I have for old pictures? No. No, there are not.
My grandmother, God bless her, has hundreds and hundreds of pictures in her house- not just the embarrassing pictures from when I was a kid and from when my mom was a kid, but pictures of her grandparents. Her basement is a magical wonderland of family history, and every time I'm there, there is at least one afternoon that's dedicated to pulling out a random box of pictures and going through them.
Photography is an incredible medium- one to express yourself and one for inspiration, especially for writers.
Pictures from New York City, dating back to the 1800s.
They are a magical treasure trove of awesome.
And some more to click!
Coney Island. Not much has changed. picture via
Now, this has led me to doing some research about the neighborhood I grew up in. I was aware of a lot of the history of the neighborhood- where I lived was part of a park for the incredibly wealthy people who lived nearby. The highway at the edge of the neighborhood was once part of a golf course. This dates back to the mid 1800's. Before then, it was part of a large farm.
I currently have around 17 SNIs, so God knows the last thing I need right now is another idea.
Especially one that requires copious amounts of research.
But I find my self control slipping, especially since it's where I grew up.
So we shall see if I end up adding a historical fiction to my list of SNIs. I'm going to go with perhaps.
WHAT WE LEARN FROM HERE: Pretty much anything will trigger an SNI for me. This is slightly dangerous.
Question for you: What is one (weird) historical fact about the neighborhood you grew up in?
Tell me tell me tell me!
And now, I'll go see if I can find any bizarre facts about my neighborhood. Ghosts, criminals and other fun things would be nice.
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