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I knew Jim as Jimmy, but I was a child when I saw him. His father Jesse and mother Connie in on 8C and I and my family lived on 9C in the apartment house at 815 Park Avenue. Jesse would take my sister and me to Central Park every Sunday. Connie stayed home and I remember her always knitting argyle socks. Jesse kept two metal trash cans at one end of the kitchen, one for peanuts, the other for bird seed. With pocket brimming with this food for the birds and squirrels in his herringbone tweed...
Sandra B. Waters
August 26, 2021 | Family







