Author Archives: Gene Landriau

Arrival

It’s June 26, 1860. The SS New York has just arrived in the Port of New York from Bremen and South Hampton. The ship’s master, H.G. van Santen, signs a “full and perfect list” of passengers on board, which details … Continue reading

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Climbing Slide Mountain

It was a cold Saturday morning in February, 1950. Elaine and I had a sixth floor apartment in Elmhurst, Queens. Queens County is one of New York City’s five boroughs, but if you were a New Yorker the “city,” with … Continue reading

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The Swing and Sway Club

We moved from East Orange, New Jersey, to New York City in the spring of 1934—the middle of my fourth grade year—and my mother, in the firm belief her oldest son was particularly genius inclined, requested that I be recognized … Continue reading

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The Fifth Instrument

Ora Watson, the fiddle player, was 81 years old and obviously the senior member of the four-piece string band from the North Carolina Mountains. She sat on the edge of a hard, straight-back chair, facing the audience. Her left-hand fingers … Continue reading

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Art

“Hey Art,” said Brad, “what do you call that stuff…you know…that stuff that…the droppings…that deer leave behind them?” Art didn’t rush to answer. They were each standing on extension ladders, painting the second story of a building at Lamont Geological … Continue reading

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The Rockleigh Woods Coop

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon in September 1952 when Elaine and I were walking along Avenue A towards our apartment in Shanks Village, Rockland County, New York.  Once known as Camp Shanks the army acquired the land to temporarily … Continue reading

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Cook Brook

One hundred thirty miles north of New York City, in the heart of the Catskill Mountain range, two adjacent peaks, Plateau Mountain and Spruce Top Mountain, point northward in solitary silence. They are joined, however, by a curved ridgeline that … Continue reading

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