Between
NYU swallowing the neighborhood like The Blob and mid level
Wall Streeters spending their bonuses on buying up what used
to be run down tenement apartments, the East Village is a pale
shadow of what it once was. But it isn't the Upper East Side
quite yet.
There remain some pockets that are thoroughly urban and emphatically
New York, and one of them can be found on Avenue C, where Pancho
is known as The Farmer.
"I've had this vegetable garden for 15 years at the 9th
Street Community Garden.
"When I was a boy in Puerto Rico, my father grew plantains,
bananas and tobacco. My family always had a farm: my grandfather,
my father, my uncles. We all worked on the farm.
"I came here in 1959, and I've always lived in the East
Village. I started on 11th Street, and I moved up and now I'm
on 12th Street.
"How I started was that my friend Linda worked in the Garden
here and then my wife did and then I came. And I like it so
much!
"I retired 8 years ago from my job; I worked in the kitchen
at the hospital. The first months after I retired, I missed
it; I'd wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning, and I'd miss my
people. But now? No, I don't miss it. But I still wake up every
morning at 4 o'clock and I can't sleep no more. So I just stay
in bed, and then at 6 o'clock I get up, I make some coffee,
watch some TV, and then I come over here to work on the Garden.
After a couple of hours, I go home, have some lunch, and then
come back to work some more. It's nice!
"I grow tomatoes, green pepper, beans, collard greens,
carrots, cabbage, cucumber, corn, and lettuce. I grow almost
everything!
"I work 3 or 4 days a week in the Garden and I also like
to do the carpentry projects; I made some of the wooden houses
where we keep the tools and gazebos.
"I eat the vegetables, and I give them to my friends. Sometimes
I take a big basket of vegetables from the garden, and by the
time I get home, I only have two or three -- everybody wants
to take some!
"My children, they're grown, but they never cared about
the Garden. When children are born here, they don't like to
get their hands dirty! But I don't mind the sun and the hot
-- when you like something, you don't mind the hot.
"I begin planting in May, but it really depends on the
weather. And it goes till September. And then I miss it in the
winter. It's my life!"
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