To the Editor:
I have enjoyed reading the articles covering “Black History Month.” I am not black, but was influenced early by a wonderful black family.
During my youth in the ‘40s and ‘50s I lived on Carroll Street. On that short street there was an average of 15 children. Mostly white.
The Bromerys, Nana, Mr. Bromery and his sons, were neighbors. Mr. Bromery worked several jobs.
One of those gave him access to motion pictures. Every Monday night he would have “Movie Night” in his living room for the neighborhood kids.
Most nights the kids overflowed into the dinning room. All of us on the floor side by side. No awareness of color. No one planned anything for Monday nights ... we were going to the movies.
I was frightened to death by my first “Frankenstein,” “The Mummy and “The Werewolf”movies. All 10 or 15 of us screaming and loving it.
We ranged in age from 5 to early teens. There was never an argument or fight. Word spread and more friends joined us. This went on for years.
Nana organized us and had us sign in and I was appointed to be record keeper. She showed me how to print the names properly and neatly.
She was the dearest, prettiest older person I knew. Mr. Bromery was our hero. I remember him to be quiet, gentle but very personable. Always smiling.
I imagine I am not the only person that has fond memories of those Monday nights.
Jean (Lilya) Fair