THE BROWNSTONE --
Phew .. up three flights of stairs to my apartment! Upon opening the
front door, I was led down a long hall to a living-room with a
fireplace AND a wondrous balcony overlooking a park. To one side
was a tiny 'pullman' kitchen; it was narrow, an understatement, with
just enough room for a little stove, a bitty ice-box and some storage
space for dishes. There must have been a sink. No matter, though as
I didn't know how to cook nor did I care to learn. The kitchen was
shielded by a folding door with shutters. Going back down the hall,
to the left, was a large bedroom with a fireplace and a bathroom.
All of the floors were dark hardwood. The address? The rent?
Haven't the foggiest.
The three-story brownstone did have an elevator. It was to be run by
the super of the building; however, both of them worked sporadically
to say the least. Also, the super was to pick up my trash and
garbage which I was to put in a large paper bag and set outside my
front door. Really? H'mmm! Later, that's where the closet near the
front door came in handy.
I managed to buy a bed, dresser, couch, a table for eating with a
couple of chairs and throw rugs for here and there. The furniture,
as well as appropriate linens, were delivered. How? Who remembers?
Someone in the building told me that we were living in "The John
Wanamaker House" and that the park was "Rittenhouse Square". So?
Big WOW! I was on my way to becoming an actress. " Jasper Deeter,
here I come!"
P.S. How did my acting career end in front of a Justice of the
Peace? Later....
Can You Tell Us What You Know?
Can you help us find out more about this house... does it
still exist?
Thank you.
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