When I was about 5, my newly immigrant parents and I lived in a ground floor apartment whose dining room window looked out on our “lawn” - about 100 sq. feet of grass. As English-speaking would-be Americans (though with marked accents) we would often take a Sunday afternoon drive to fancier parts of town with single-family homes complete with
verandaed front porches looking at well trimmed lawns, looking to some sort
if possible future, I guess. I
remember coming home and
thinking, “we live in an apartment building, but we have a LAWN!! It was 1952.
When I was about 5, my newly immigrant parents and I lived in a ground floor apartment whose dining room window looked out on our “lawn” - about 100 sq. feet of grass. As English-speaking would-be Americans (though with marked accents) we would often take a Sunday afternoon drive to fancier parts of town with single-family homes complete with
verandaed front porches looking at well trimmed lawns, looking to some sort
if possible future, I guess. I
remember coming home and
thinking, “we live in an apartment building, but we have a LAWN!! It was 1952.