A Quote by Jerry Della Femina

I came from a poor family in Coney Island. I learned to write by reading the 'Post.' This was my education. — © Jerry Della Femina
I came from a poor family in Coney Island. I learned to write by reading the 'Post.' This was my education.
I know Coney Island more than I know Queens and Brooklyn! And I understand everything about it - Coney Island is my home.
I had a great education. From kindergarten to John Dewey High School in Coney Island, I am public-school educated.
I was always an avid reader of books. My vocabulary, my English are all thanks to that reading habit. Reading keeps me grounded. I came from a very middle class family - poor, in fact.
I went to graduate school and paid good money to get an education that's worth something, but I learned more in the first six months at Wal-Mart than I learned in 5 1/2 years of post-secondary education.
Heaven: The Coney Island of the Christian imagination.
Yes, I was born in Coney Island. The Holy Land.
I used to work on a carousel on a boardwalk in Coney Island.
I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
I came from a poor Pennsylvania coal mining family and the only way I was going to get an education was through an athletic scholarship.
My family originally lived in Brooklyn. Our first apartment was a little place above my father and uncle's hardware store in Coney Island. Now, don't get the impression that we were surrounded by merry-go-rounds, roller coasters and Ferris wheels. Nope, this was a little side street.
My mother married again after my father's death - another Royal Air Force officer, and a very different kind of man. We went to Australia when I was eight or nine. We lived there for a couple of years, and then came back and lived in North Wales for the whole of my teenage years... I learned how to write poems quite a lot. I just had a good time reading and reading and reading. So that's where I did most of my growing up.
Coney Island was the centre of the world for me. I loved the rides, the hot dogs - I've never gotten over it.
We used to cut out of school and go to Coney Island to record songs almost every day.
When I grew up, we went to Coney Island and Central Park. We'd find our way to the water and watch the fireworks.
I live on a lonely culinary island, built on (very thin) bedrock consisting of things I know, or believe, my family will eat. It is a small island. Fortunately, nachos are on that island with me, and nothing gets my family fired up like nachos for lunch.
I'd go to Coney Island to hang out, and I saw a magician doing a rope trick on the boardwalk. I was fascinated. I guess that's how it started.
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