SUMMER 2021 - VOL. XXX Issue CXIII Poe Park, Coming of Age By Carol Aaron,
[email protected] When I was growing up in popular songs of the sixties. The Bronx, the go-to place to Sometimes, a group of us socialize in the summer was would visit Poe’s house, and Poe Park. Located a short bus then eagerly make our way ride, or long walk, away from towards the bandstand. my apartment, it was a mecca Circling the grassy area for teens, who congregated containing the bandstand was there to listen to music and a concrete path, filled with park meet and greet. benches. Elderly neighborhood Edgar Allan Poe spent ladies, wearing coats despite the last years of his life, from the warmth and clutching vinyl 1846 to 1849, in The Bronx handbags, and sometimes older living in what became Poe men, would perch on these Cottage, a museum of sorts. A benches, regularly commenting small wooden farmhouse, built on the youth parading in front about 1812, the cottage once of them. Many of these folks commanded an unobstructed Poe Park Gazebo were hard of hearing and their view over the rolling Bronx comments could be overheard. hills. It was a bucolic setting, in which the author “Isn’t she sweet? Hope that cute guy in the red penned his most enduring works, including Annabel shirt goes for her.” Lee, The Bells, and Eureka. “That one over there looks just like Elizabeth In April, 1844, Poe and his wife Virginia moved Taylor.” to The Bronx. Virginia was ill, and Poe hoped that A lady replied with a sniff and toss of her head, the country air would rescue her failing health.