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First published January 1, 1938
There were only general impressions at first: the black line of tenement roofs against the sky; the sharp cold of the February wind; the smell of sea and smoke; hallways with plaster peeling from the walls; dark flights of shaking stairs; grimy doors; a smell of cabbages and unaired feather beds - and a sudden, sharp picture of Mrs. Kirmayer standing on a windy street corner looking up at the tenements. Her hat brim cast a slanting shadow across her steady eyes. "I love these old streets," she said.There's something tremendously engaging and open about the writing, and about the way the book is a love letter to early 1900s New York. This isn't a great book - it can be indirect and rambling and unfocused - but it has a great heart.
The words were simple, direct, and undramatic, but they were the summary of twenty-five years of toil and teaching in crowded tenements - twenty-five years of trudging through winter snows and the stifling heat of summers that vanished, one by one, into a rich past.
Sue felt a little staggered. "What a - full - life you've had," she said.
"Yes," Mrs. Kirmayer returned quietly.