Yesterday I posted some movie theaters I frequented as a kid growing up in East Flatbush. Here’s the rest of the places we re-discovered.

962 Utica Avenue. The apartment where we lived when I was born. My parents kept this place until I was about 11 years old, even after getting a rental upstate where I attended school for about five years. We went back and forth until we moved back to Brooklyn full time. The apartment was $69 and we had to leave because new owners wanted it for themselves. We ended up in Midwood.

The playground around the corner from our apartment. It’s in much better shape now than it was when I was a youngin’. One day when I was there alone, I was pushing my imaginary friend on the swing when it came back and the metal corner hit me on the head. I walked home alone, crying with blood pouring down my face. The 60’s were so laid back, man. If that happened now, I’d be taken away from my parents.

Me on swings. Did I rock that outfit or what? I’d totally wear that now!

They only have baby swings now. Guess they changed them out after that little girl got brain damage from the big girl swings.

“The Silhouette” hall where my brother got barmitzvahed is now a Baptist church.

Ziggy’s Deli stood where the Utica Food Market is today. For some reason, I remember that restaurant’s decor, food and even the waiter.

The senior center where my grandparents lived during their final years. I was about 20 when my grandfather died, but this is the only residence I remember them being in. It’s still senior housing.

“Buddy’s” kiddy amusement park was located near Kings Plaza, but we came here from East Flatbush. Now a Petco and Burger King sit on the site.

Some cool things we checked out from before I was born….

The great grandfather I was named after helped build this synagogue. Didn’t know he was such a big macha, but it was never any benefit to me. My grandfather was once escorted out of this shul on Yom Kipur for taking a drink of water. That’s the fasting holiday, so water was a no-no.

Dad’s elementary school: PS 91 on Maple Street.

And the beautiful Erasmus High School where my father also attended. So I guess I’m third generation Flatbush.