The Last Flight of the New Yorker Part Five

by John Desranleau


The Corral

Jacques rented a parking space in the large fenced in yard of our neighbor one house up from our house. 364 South 11st. This house used to belong to a family named King's. Mr. King owned a construction company and used to park all his heavy equipment in this large fenced yard/lot. The King’s house was definitely one of the prettiest houses on the block, it was apparent that an architect was employed in its construction. It was the only house that had the “Leave it to Beaver" fifties style to it. Light gray stones that had perfect masonry joints between them made up the front of the three story house.

On a late sunny afternoon with the sun going down, little spackles could be seen in reflecting in the stone work. The front windows all had light green aluminum sills that set them nicely with the stone frontage. The front door had 3 small panes of glass one above the other set at parallel angles, the door itself was made of light blond varnished wood. A very rich and fancy looking wrought iron railing decorated the front porch again not matching any other houses on the block.

Looking through the large pillared gates leading to the Lot/backyard there was an island framed by cobblestone edging next to the house that had a magnificent beautiful pink tulip tree. Along the fence facing the street grew pussy willows and yellow forsythia’s which give a park like setting to the side yard. The back of the house had a fenced in upper deck for lounging – "Sunbathing".

When the Kings lived there I would sometimes see their daughter Joyce take in some rays up there. Yes this house would look good in Hollywood California, especially when Joyce pulled in with her New 61 T-Bird. Well the King’s had vacated our block like so many of our original neighbors did over the years – I guess they all moved to greener pastures – we stayed put.

The new owner was a Southern black gentleman. He owned hunting dogs and kept them in the fenced in yard. I got to know him when my older brother Pierre parked his first car there (A French Car – Renault = Tin Can) He was a knowledgeable man very patient and would answer all my questions that I would ask of him. I liked him, he had no pretences about him – what you saw is what you got, not a phony.

Now he’s second tenant Jacques was quite different from brother Pierre, quite is really is not the word --- A whole lot different and the southern man would soon find out how different!

Coming Up - The South 11st Mechanics

The Last Flight of the New Yorker Part Six

John Desranlesu is a Car Show Photographer. You can view his work at:

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