Showing posts with label What's it like where I live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label What's it like where I live. Show all posts

Friday, August 12, 2016

Manny Diaz recalls his childhood...

The following story was taken from the StoryCorps website (click HERE to listen to it!):

"We lived at 37 West 114th Street in a five-story tenement house each story had two apartments. So there was like 10 families in that building. And that building had Italian families, had one black family, had Jewish families, had Puerto Rican families. This was during the Depression time.

There was no surplus food program in those days but somehow the army used to send in trucks now and then and dump food on the street or on the sidewalk under (?) the culvert¹. And people would come, you know, pick up apples or corn or whatever. And then the day that we all looked forward to was the day when the trucks came in and dumped grapes. Oye! Oye! The grapes are here! The grapes are here! Everybody used to run with baby carriages, with pushcarts, with pillow cases to pick up the grapes that were dumped by the US Army trucks. And then we would bring those grapes home. And this was during prohibition, mind you, and we would put the grapes in the bathtub, crush them, and then go to Woolworth’s on 116th street where you could pick up the burlap² bag to cover the grapes, the yeast, the sugar. So we would cover this bathtub and let it sit for about a month, which is what it takes to ferment, you know? And then… Oh, you wonder what happens to people that wanna take a bath? Well, in this building there’s a kind of a mutual assistance society. Everybody helped everybody else so you just, if your bathtub is incapacitated for whatever reason, you just go to your neighbor and say: “Can I use your bathtub?” and: “Sure!”

This was, uh, I mean we produced wine in the middle of the depression and we would sell a quart of wine for 25 cents and we would give wine to our neighbors. In exchange we would get other things from them. For instance, there was an Italian seaman I think on the 3rd floor who used to be gone for a month or so and he’d come back with a wad³ of money. Instead of just buying pork chops for his family he would buy a whole pig. And then we’d go up to the rooftop and roast that pig. And everybody ate from that building with that pig so everybody ate the pig from the Italian guy and everybody drank the wine from the Diaz family. In a sense that’s how you survive through a depression, you know, when, when everybody’s poor but nobody feels poor."

¹ A culvert is a structure that allows water to flow under a road, railroad, trail, or similar obstruction from one side to the other side. Typically embedded so as to be surrounded by soil, a culvert may be made from a pipe, reinforced concrete or other material.
² A strong, rough fabric that is used mostly for making bags.
³ A thick roll or folded pile of paper money or papers (a large amount of money).

Questions/to do:

1) Using Google maps, find 37 West 114th Street in New York City. What is the neighbourhood called? What Borough is it in?

2) What was the Great Depression?

3) What was it like, according to Manny Diaz, living in the area?

4) Research facts and figures about the area during the Great Depression.

5) What is it like living in the neighbourhood today? You may use these links to help you:

6) Describe and comment this photo:

Harlem tenement¹ kitchen, 1930s
¹A tenement is a substandard multi-family dwelling in the urban core, usually old and occupied by the poor.

7) Describe and comment this photo:

Thursday, April 24, 2014

What’s it like where I live?

Lisa B., who is 16, lives in a tiny village a few kilometers from a town famous for its bottled water. Here, she writes about where she lives and says how things could be improved there...


"I have always lived in Malet. We used to live in a flat next to my grandparents’ house. Then, my dad renovated his grandparents’ old farm and it became our home.


I know my village by heart, every street, every house, and who lives where. It’s a typical village of the Auvergne region. Some of the roads just disappear and become pathways.

It’s nice to go for a walk as it’s really beautiful and unpolluted. You can stop worrying about your problems, school lessons, etc. and just breathe the fresh air. But, when you know every nook and cranny as I do, it can sometimes be a bit boring... In fact, the only thing you can do around here is go for a walk! Actually, that’s not entirely true: you can also play “pétanque” with the older people…


In the village, there are no shops, not even a bakery.

We are lucky because we have a village hall, and a big communal bread oven, plus a very old basketball court, and, the most important thing: a school (a rare asset nowadays)!


The majority of the inhabitants of Malet are old, but there are young people too. The problem is nobody really speaks to anybody else. Everyone is behind their computer or stuck to their cell phone talking with people who are just like themselves…


Even when we were kids, we stayed mostly at home, playing with dolls or cars by ourselves. My parents are always saying to us: “When we were 15, we went out, sat and talked with our friends, we didn’t stay at home like you do, your brother and you!” I think my parents think that teenagers are anti-social. They are not completely wrong but when there isn’t anyone in the street, you just don’t stay alone outside… But now I am at school in Clermont and my friends are there.

A good point in my village is that everyone knows everyone. When you need something (eggs, milk, coffee, whatever) you can go to your neighbor’s house and ask for it, which is cool.


A negative point is that all my family live in Malet. That’s a pain because we see each other all the time and we sometimes argue. We have the same activities (badminton, riding bikes, etc.) so we are always together. So, sometimes, I can’t stand my cousins! I think we would enjoy each other’s company more if they lived far away…


I love animals and my grandparents have a farm, so I have a horse that I love dearly. Every day, I see cows and calves, sheep, and the hens that wander about in the middle of the road because there are so few cars. I’ve never seen a sky-scraper for real, but I know what a cow is!


We have a wonderful view from my village of the most famous volcano in the Auvergne: the Puy de Dôme. When I look at this landscape, I feel lucky to live in my village with its beautiful nature.


One of my favorite places is a pond in my father’s field. My little brother and I often went there when we were younger, but we stopped going when we buried our dog Chippie there. Our old green den is next to the pond.

I think there should be more activities for the teenagers around here, so that we could get together more. We could also have a few village banquets, which would be fun. There should be a few shops too. And people could make more effort to smile, the world would be a better place that way!"