suspended in time

Over the last 10 years, I’ve grown more and more interested in the history of New York, and I found The Ghosts of Clinton Street (with a slideshow) fascinating in today’s Sunday Times.

Yet 312, as the family calls it, remains the rarest of places, a Brooklyn home whose residents eat at the same oak table, within the same brick walls, and among many of the same well-worn possessions as no fewer than five generations of ancestors.