Category Archives: Oral History #1

Walking down the streets on the Lower East Side, Juan and I walked by several cafes, some Jewish bakeries and delis, a few grocery stores and liquor shops, a fur and leather outlet, several clothing stores, and a wide myriad … Continue reading →

When we first got this assignment and while we were brainstorming places to visit, Jackson Heights popped into my mind. Not only was it convenient for the both of us to commute there, but it is also a very diverse … Continue reading →

My partner and I first learned about Stop One Gourmet Deli when we went to a bookstore dedicated to feminism/social activism called Bluestockings in the Lower East Side.  In the interview at Bluestockings, we were told that the landlord of … Continue reading →

The air bit and tore, eating at the cold tears in our eyes while meandering about the West Village. Feet heavy, Chloe and I were laden with the task of searching for our next interviewee. We cut through record stores, … Continue reading →

Three steps out of the car, I could spot the store at the corner of the block. On the green, white, and red canopy, a sign read the name, “Pesso’s Italian Ices,” and through the two big panels of glass … Continue reading →

Although many memories from my childhood are hazy, I still recall frequently riding the Q58 to Main Street with my mother, siblings, and backpack. Growing up, I spent a considerable portion of my time in Flushing, mostly the Queens Library. … Continue reading →

A static-filled “Next stop 116th street” rumbled through the train as we pulled away from 110th street, one stop closer to the heart of East Harlem. After walking up the slippery steps at 116th street and Lexington, we were immersed … Continue reading →

Thinking about a storefront business to look into, I knew that Stella and I had to visit Pesso’s Italian Ices, not only because it is situated in a residential area with few shops, but because the ices are so delicious! … Continue reading →

Throughout the span of almost 4 hours, Joanne and I had exhausted entire streets in the pursuit of finding a single employee who would be willing to be interviewed. We found ourselves drawn toward the melodious tunes of Latin American … Continue reading →

Fariha and I were not expecting to go to Qbedding. Our itinerary comprised mostly cafes and bakeries. Unfortunately, they all were unavailable for an interview. The answer was either the manager wasn’t there (and the employees seemed too uncomfortable to … Continue reading →