Growing up it seemed as though I was surrounded by friends whose lives were full of cousins. My best friend, whose aunts and uncles between her two parents landed in the double digits, left her with loads of them. My best friend from college had 21 first cousins, all living in Franklin Square alone, where she lived! It seemed as though these large families were blessed with offspring. Built in friends. More people to love.
I have three.
I do have five half cousins, but most of them are a lot older, and they all live in the midwest. I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I have seen them in person.
The only unfortunate thing about my three are that one is in Florida (he is much younger), and the other two (our closest and dearest) have lived in Maryland for the past 20-odd-years. The visits over the years have been relatively frequent, but they never seem to be long enough, and there is always much to say in between. (One has since moved to New York, so we have been able to see each other more)!
When a letter came in the mail that spoke of cousin Eve (a “2nd” cousin) who lives in Brooklyn with her husband and 15-month-old daughter, I jumped at the chance to get together with her.
The story has it that when Eve’s grandmother Doris (who is my grandfather’s sister) knew she was going to die, she told her husband to marry her friend. Eve’s mother and aunts were young at the time, and therefore Eve never got the opportunity to meet her grandmother. Her family spent more time with her new grandmother’s family, and the families seemed to fall a bit distant from each other.
Fast forward to receiving the well thought out letter that each member of the family found in their mailbox, and then onto our meeting at the Prospect Park Zoo one Saturday morning in June.
Driving there, I had the thought that this essentially was a blind date of sorts. I felt compelled to text her to tell her what I was wearing. I didn’t want to be that person, anxiously looking around for some friendly eyes to catch, hoping that it indeed was your person.
We did find each other, parking alongside the same stretch of road that travels up the side of the park. Her husband Brett joined us as well, and their openness and kindness eased any anxiety I had. They seemed to be as interested in meeting me as I had been to meet them. Phew!
The Prospect Park Zoo is small and perfect for those with small children. Created in the latter part of the 19th Century, the zoo grew out of the donations of animals by many rich individuals who lived in the area. Donations of seals, buffalo, peacocks, deer, and a sacred cow began the zoo’s collection into an eclectic and varied group who called the Menagerie their home. . The zoo was “modernized” a part of the revitalization program spearheaded by Robert Moses during the 1930’s. The zoo saw as many as a million visitors annually prior to World War II. Sadly, after the war, the zoo’s visitors declined and fell into disrepair. It was even quoted as one of the “rattiest” zoos a writer had ever seen. This was during the 70’s and 80’s, and as we know, the city was a vastly different place as it is from now. Soon the Wildlife Conservation Society revitalized it into the beauty that it is to us today.
We began our visit, greeted by a peacock, and headed to the barn and garden to see the livestock, and caught views of one of their feedings.
The big excitement for us was watching the sea lion feeding, fed daily at 11:30, 2 and 4pm.
John enjoyed the shade in his stroller, though was starting to get a bit antsy to make his move to escape.
We brought our own lunch and ate on the tables outside of the cafe. We ate quickly before heading to the Discovery Trail. Daniel and Corinne had a great time feeding the ducks. At 50 cents per handful, the enjoyment was endless, though unfortunately our change collection was not. We quickly ran out of coins, but spied a veteran zoo go-er, his ziplock bag full of quarters. We made a mental note to remember ours for our next visit!
We spent the most amount of concentrated time in the Discovery Center. Perfect for very found kids, Daniel and Corinne were able to run around and play with the many hands-on activities they have there, and John was able to roam free with his crawling on a safe, carpeted surface. It’s at this point in the visit when you’re able to take a step back and breath, knowing that everyone is confined to the four walls that surround you.
Daniel enjoyed seeing an x-ray of a snake.
Corinne and John enjoyed playing in and around the tepee.
I think John enjoyed himself here most of all.
We soon left and said our goodbyes. We chose the worst possible time to get a picture of the kids, already half into their naps from their great day at the zoo. We were happy to try though!
We said our goodbyes, and I took the boys up the street to the farmers market at Grand Army Plaza. Their selection is never displeasing, and we scooped up a cookie and apple for Daniel, and an iced coffee for me while John slept.
A beautiful day and a wonderful experience. We are looking forward to the next one!
Prospect Park Zoo
450 Flatbush Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11225
(Open 365 days a year)!
November 4, 2013-April 4, 2014 Daily
10:00 a.m.-4:30 p.m.
April 4, 2014–November 2, 2014 Monday–Friday
10:00 a.m.–5:00 p.m.
Weekends & Holidays
10:00 a.m.–5:30 p.m.
Admission
Adults $8.00
Children (3–12) $5.00
Seniors (65+) $6.00
Children under 3 years old are always free!
http://www.prospectparkzoo.com
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