Because this neighborhood has somehow always had the power of making me feel special, I set out to put together a collection of stories from LREI alums, as well as from members of the larger Greenwich Village community. I wanted to compile an inter-generational oral history of LREI’s connection to the Village. My goal was to compile stories that tell the various ways in which our smaller community reflected and was inspired by the people and places in the larger neighborhood.
Even when the rest of Manhattan tramples me in high heels marching with an otherworldly sense of certainty and destination, the Village simply flows. It knows I’m already there and will be for little while longer. It knows that I’ve used its streets as proof of fruitful creativity that’s lost to those above 14th street. They can’t use the Village to glide. I can. I am a part of something bigger in the Village. After Trump was elected being a Villager meant something that it’s never meant before- political righteousness. Initially, as a child, it was hard to glean that aspect of the neighborhood’s magic because storied phases of gentrification had clouded the legitimacy of the Village’s other mythical purpose as a hub for the politically righteous. I realized, however, the day after the election that we as Villagers are still a sacred political machine- unified in our liberalism and fantasy of unregulated artistry. We (as the Village) couldn’t produce a president- far too formal for our taste- but protest we could and must. We all see our reflection in the Washington Square Park fountain. We don’t feel trampled. I don’t feel trampled. I’m marching along upright with everyone else. These were the inspirations that gave rise to this project.
So for my Senior Project, I wanted to step into the lives of other Greenwich villagers. In helping organize the school’s archives, I had the opportunity to absorb personal histories within the Village. I also wanted to extend my understanding of the personal histories beyond LREI and decided to conduct a series of interviews to compile a collection of Greenwich Village stories.
A common thread among most of my lyrical, poetic, musical heroes was their ability to adapt this neighborhood, Greenwich Village, to suit their passions, to facilitate their quirks and creativity, and to feel at home. So many different muses of mine made so many different homes out of this neighborhood. For my senior project I wanted to find out what aspects of this neighborhood make it home for the various Village characters I interviewed. I asked,
How have you adopted and adapted to these crooked streets? What neighborhood spots assured you that this was, in fact, your home? What made this community yours and what continues to remind you, coming back from Laguardia, across the Brooklyn Bridge, out of the Holland tunnel, that you have finally returned home?