Dear Family,Mary and Mark went back to Flushing, New York, to visit Mark's parents who are on a senior mission there. She happened to call one day and mention where she was.
"Flushing? That is where I grew up! Go to 159-01 33rd Avenue and on the corner you will see the home where we all grew up.
They went to a missionary meeting with Mark's parents and then drove up Northern Boulevard to 159th street and up to 33rd avenue and there was our house. Descendants of the people we sold the house to still live there. There were many Doctor's homes on this street.
The man who built this house in the 20's was the owner of a business called, "Adam's Hats". Everyone wore hats in those days. We had to wear them as missionarys even in Europe. This hat company had stores everywhere and it was a popular hat.
One day we had a carpenter over to fix the ceiling in the family room downstairs. As he was pounding away on the ceiling, taking it down to put up a new one, a shower of gold coins came down out of the ceiling. The carpenter almost fainted.. I was watching. We gathered them all up.
When Roosevelt went off the gold standard and he called in all the private gold, old Mr. Adams saved a bit and stashed it in the ceiling. My Dad became a "Coin Collector" and it was legal to keep them.
My Dad had a medical office in the home; a waiting room, consultation office and an exam room and saw patients in the evening when he was done with surgery in New York City and when he was finished in his New York office. Our living room was upstairs. There were buttons all over the place where Mr. Adams would ring the servants.
We all attended public school, PS 132 and had to walk 13 blocks, rain, shine, sleet or snow as Mom did not drive and Dad was always tied up with his medical and surgical practice. Dad was also the first Patriarch of the newly formed New York Stake.
Well Mary took this photo and it brought back a lot of memories and I was tickled that the memories are all still up there.
We love you all,
Dad and Mom
2 comments:
That is really cool! I didn't know your Dad worked out of the home like that.
Gold coins falling out of the ceiling - that sounds like something that would happen in a movie
I agree with Al... your entire life could be a movie!
I had such a great time getting a glimpse of your childhood, seeing your school, the neighborhood, and talking to the owners of that home.
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