"In 1933, I was five years old. My father had died in 1931, and my mother was finally able to come to grips with the fact that we should move from our four-room Beck Street apartment in the Bronx, to a smaller apartment that would cost less."
"It was June 1952. The original plan--for Sylvia and me, together with our friends Sid and Barbara, to learn how to drive, buy a car and travel across the country during the summer--was scrapped."