Hills & Gardens: Where to Get Your Giddy Giddy
By Trudy Whitman
I have written frequently about the rough-around-the-edges nature of Cobble Hill in 1972 when I first moved here. My husband and I actually liked the neighborhood’s edginess and fell in love with the mom and pop food purveyors. But for theater, film, and restaurants, we were Manhattan-bound every weekend.
When our children were born, the lack of services and entertainment was even more pronounced. I took a subway into Manhattan for a mothers’ support group in 1978. We formed playgroups to stave off loneliness when the weather became too cold for Pierrepont Playground.