“History is nothing but a series of stories, whether it be world history or family history.” – Bill Mooney

My Dad playing in Little Italy, around 1947.

The family had just moved to a new neighborhood, and the huge spools he played on actually held brand new electrical lines that my Dad remembers the city laying down as they upgraded infrastructure.

Part of my heritage is rooted in Puerto Rico, where my Dad was born. His family came to New York for jobs after World War II.

This apartment was the family’s second home within a year after coming to the US. The first was a “cold-water flat.” He recalled that the metal bath tub was in the kitchen. The tub also served a second purpose: the dinner table! They simply put a wooden cover over it for meals. This place was only temporary until they found the apartment near where this photograph was taken. ~shared by @christorres