âWalking With My Mother, I Always Hung on Tightly to Her Handâ
Growing up in College Point, a downstairs neighborâs welcome noise and more reader tales of New York City in this weekâs Metropolitan Diary.
Feb. 7, 2021
Dear Diary:
the counter. It was my mumâs hand.
I grew up in College Point, Queens. My mother never drove a car here in America, although she had driven a farm tractor back in Scotland as a teenager. So, my mother and father walked, and, as children, so did we. (If we needed to go to Flushing, we took the bus.)