I came to Crown Heights in February 2012.  I didn’t know a lot about the neighborhood aside from the fact that I could rent a reasonably-sized room for about $750 (an anomaly).  I always thought the ethnic diversity of the neighborhood was very unique–Caribbeans and Hasidic Jews living side-by-side, sprinkled with an eclectic mix of transplants. I told people how great my neighborhood was, how homey it felt, and how diverse it looked.

Apparently, word spread.

Delis and churches are being replaced with Dunkin Donuts and condominiums. Young, hip couples are moving into newly renovated apartments as aging residents vacate their homes of 40 years.  I wrestle with the fact that I’m part of this gentrifying force making its way through the neighborhood, and I can only hope it doesn’t change the culture of the community too much.

This blog is my ode to Crown Heights, and all the people who make up this vibrant area. I want to capture the character of this place I now call home and share it with everyone.
I hope to see you around the neighborhood!

-A.L. Atterberry

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  1. I lived in Crown Heights from 1942 to 1963, 345 Montgomery. I also edited and published the Crown Heights Courier for three years circa 2000-2003. This circulated to about 300 alums from PS 161. They would write in their with their memories of the school and neighborhood and I would publish them, along with photos I had taken.

    Much of what was my Crown Heights is gone, never to return: Ebetts Field, Fitzimmons Bowling alley, The first Brooklyn Children’s Museum, and a legion of stores of all kinds. Some survived. at least in name: Krimko’s pharmacy, the dinner on Empire and Rogers.


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