Yukie Ohta, a 46-year-old New York–based archivist, is an old-school fan of SoHo, having grown up there in the 1970s. Now she has a created a mobile mini-museum to preserve her memories of the early days of Soho.
Have you noticed that NYC is changing—and you’re not sure it’s for the better? If so, read about the #SaveNYC grassroots, crowd-sourced, DIY movement to protect and preserve the diversity and uniqueness of the urban fabric in New York City.
My super told me that she found what remained of the electric oven/toaster in the courtyard but the tenant refused to admit he had thrown it out the window. All I could think was how awful it would be to go out with friends and come back three to four hours later and your life is upside down. To this day I will not buy a toaster oven…
Early 1980s in The Village: From sleeping in a closet to having a walk-in closet—at a stupidly cheap rent
Getting a roommate was a practical decision for my landlord—why not make some money out of the unused space? It was a perfect solution for me, too. I was new to NY and had no social life, so living with an elderly woman didn’t cramp my style.
The young couple who sublet me the tiny, dark apartment cautioned me, “Don’t draw attention to yourself. The landlord can’t know that we left!” The wife even left her furniture in the place, and so I discreetly moved in my own stuff in small bags and suitcases, making many trips. And then…
We went away one weekend. I don’t remember where we went but I do remember we left the windows open so our apartment wouldn’t be too stifling when we got back. And I’ll never forget the sight we saw when we returned…
The mice, oh, those mice. They were true New Yorkers with a dry sense of humor, showing up at the most inopportune times. I lost more girlfriends that way.
While some of the 2013 mayoral candidates’ names may already be fading into history, these New Yorkers’ first apartment memories fit right in with the other stories found on this site, including the shock of seeing what their places look like today.
At Greenwich Village’s Café Wha?, an endless list of young ’60s singers and comedians got early chances to hone their talents. Check out the interesting story of Manny Roth, the “Duke of Macdougal Street“ and impresario behind the club.