On Hoarded Ordinaries, Lorianne DiSabato writes about a landscape architect named Frederick Law Olmsted. Lorianne found out about him in a PBS documentary. I had never heard of Olmsted, but certainly should have. Anyway, thank you, Lorianne; if you didn’t post this blog, I wouldn’t have had the following memories stirred up.
I was born and brought up in Brooklyn NY.
I spent many happy hours in Prospect Park as a young girl with my parents, walking along the paths, enjoying the grassy areas. I remember my father loved taking photographs (please see “Memories of a Time Past: Part 1“), and he took many when we were in the park. I remember one picture he took of me holding up a fish, attached to a fishing line. I didn’t catch it. I think he “borrowed” it from someone who actually did the “catching,” so that he could take a photo (I searched all my old family photo albums, but couldn’t find it, but did a great organizing of my photo albums in the meantime!). There was at least one lake in the park, and, in memory, it seemed to be a large one. My memory doesn’t recall if there were others.
Unfortunately, as the years passed, the park fell into disrepair, and it became a destination that was not very welcoming. In time, the city saw fit to “resurrect” it, and, with the re-gentrification of the Park Slope and surrounding areas, it again beckoned to the “city” folks to come and experience the beauty of Olmsted’s design.
Many years later, I strolled along the same hexagon-shaped concrete tiled paths with my own young children, that I had walked on when I was a child!
[images from bingdotcom]