Grand Army Plaza: A do over?
To me, as a small boy, Grand Army Plaza was really grand. My favorite aunt and uncle lived in a spacious, shall we say grand, apartment across from the arch. Another aunt, the sister of my favorite one, lived a few blocks down Eastern Parkway at the Abraham Lincoln Apartments. If memory serves, 16 Eastern Parkway. There were parks, fountains, statues, the also grand Brooklyn Public Library and the always-interesting Brooklyn Museum.
That piece of Brooklyn was near Prospect Park and near Ebbets Field.
The Plaza area had a personal impact on my older brother and me. I attended religious school at Union Temple, which was located at 17 Eastern Parkway. I’d leave PS 217, walk to Newkirk Plaza, hop on the BMT, and take the express to 7th avenue. I went to the only Jewish religious school that I knew of that had a swimming pool, alas, not included in the religious studies program.
For my brother, it was a different story, a real story. He had just begun what was to be a stellar career in television journalism. Seventh Avenue, off the Plaza, was the scene of his first real story. An Electra Jet crashed there. Strewn with bodies and baggage, the area looked like a war zone. It was not something he’d soon forget.