I'm a little surprised I've never blogged about Brown Park in Binghamton, New York.
It's a small green place without facilities - it's too small. It sits towards the beginning of Grand Boulevard, a shady, basswood lined street. Some of the sidewalks aren't concrete, but huge slabs of shale.
At this time of year the basswood (aka linden) trees are blooming.
On one edge of Brown Park, wild roses bloom.
Brown Park isn't big at all. In fact, you could imagine a house once stood on this property, with a smallish yard.
If you did, you would be right. The reason it isn't there anymore is tragic. Between two benches, you will find a small marker commemorating the deaths of part of a family in a fire in 2006. There was a mother, age 38, and three children, aged 16, 15 and 10, who died in the fire. The father and another child escaped.
The cause of the fire was never discovered, as far as I know.
There are no words.
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Saturday, June 22, 2019
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What a sad story, but a nice little park.
ReplyDeleteLooks like nice little park.
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ReplyDeleteI wonder how it was decided that the space should become a park. For whatever reason, it seems a nice and restful place and perhaps the best memorial to those who were lost.
ReplyDeleteThat is tragic. No wonder they didn't rebuild.
ReplyDeleteOh, how very sad! :(
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