I remember 2 apartments in NYC.
The first was the one that I described in an earlier post: “There was at least one flight of steps leading to the front door of the apartment. Once inside the apartment, there was a foyer/hallway. There was a kitchen at the end of the hallway on the right. On the way to the kitchen, there was a bedroom on the left and a bathroom on the right. On the opposite end of the hallway there were 2 additional bedrooms.”
The second one was on E. 105th St. in Manhattan. That apartment was part of the projects (urban, dirty, pee smell in the stairwells, elevator smelly, and in disrepair most of the time). I remember this apartment and neighborhood most vividly. We lived on the 17th floor (17E). There were two elevators (when they were working) for access to the apartments in the building; when the elevators were not working, there were emergency stairs on each floor. The apartment was located on the right hallway after exiting the elevator; it was the first apartment on the left (on that hallway).
There was a short hallway leading into the apartment. The kitchen was closest to the front door, and on the right. There was a fish tank on the right (against the wall) leading into the living room (after the kitchen). The short hallway ended at the living room. On the other side of the living room, the hallway continued; there was a bathroom on the left and a bedroom on the right. At the end of the hallway were two additional bedrooms (one directly in front of the living room, and one on the right.
The building was one of three 20 story buildings. There were playgrounds on either side of the middle building. There were additional apartment buildings across the street (with another playground), and East River Drive (FDR drive) on the opposite side of our building (building 3). Three people jumped (committed suicide) from the top of the middle building, while we lived there.
We moved from 105th St. to Long Island (beginning of my 5th grade year). We moved into a 4 bedroom, 1 ½ -bathroom house in a middle-class (at that time) neighborhood. The homes in that neighborhood were still under construction when we arrived. Our house was not yet complete, so we stayed in a rental home (down the street) during construction. My siblings and I used to play on the construction of our house after the work crews left each day; this went on for several of months. The neighborhood was very nice, and quiet. It was a typical suburban tract home neighborhood. We were one of the first few families to move into that neighborhood. The remainder of my childhood was spent in that house.