Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Gone but not forgotten: Donald

You very likely have seen Donald around the neighborhood. He's the fellow in the photo below pushing a grocery cart up Avenue A. (I wish that I had a better photo of him.)




No matter the weather, you'd see Donald out and about collecting newspapers, bottles, cans, anything, really. He'd pile it atop the cart and push it toward his apartment on East Fifth Street between Avenue A and Avenue B. After sorting through a load inside the apartment, he'd take whatever he didn't want to the corner of Avenue A and Fifth Street and neatly (or not) stack it.

I don't know a lot about Donald. He was just someone who was an everyday presence in the neighborhood. I was told he has lived in the East Fifth Street apartment his entire life. (And I'd say he was in his 50s.) He lived with his mother and sister, who both died in recent years. I talked with Donald several times, though it wasn't really a conversation. He'd say that he wanted to adopt a new sister and ask how he could go about it. He also talked about how much he missed his mother. He had no other family that I was aware of. I can't exactly describe his mental state. He mostly spoke in an agitated voice. He seemed to be able to take care of himself. I saw him in Key Food a few times buying groceries and standing in line at Citibank.

I heard stories that his landlord had wanted him out -- for years. I heard stories that the landlord changed his locks several times. I can't say if any of this is true. Because his family had lived there for 50-plus years, the rent was nonexistent. I heard that some of his new neighbors in the building, understandably not pleased with Donald's habit of bringing garbage into his apartment every day for hours on end, were paying healthy East Village rents. (A person who had been inside Donald's apartment said that it was filthy.)

Some time in October, city workers showed up at Donald's apartment to remove him. Workers boxed up all of the salvageable possessions and piled them onto a truck. Other items were placed on the curb. Witnesses said Donald was agitated, and the police officers on the scene had to subdue and handcuff him.

No one has seen him since. A few people who knew Donald have tried to reach out to his social workers, though I'm not sure about the success of their efforts. People are just curious where he is; if he's doing OK.

I told this story to a longtime East Village resident who now lives in another part of the city. I thought that he knew Donald. Here's what he said:

A distressing story. I remember the guy, and thinking back on it, there there are quite a few such characters who seem to disappear over the years and you're never sure what happened with them. There was a woman on 3rd btw 2nd/1st who would sit on the stoop naked save a ratty bathrobe ... and ask every person passing "Got a cigarette?" I saw her two, three times a day and my answer never changed. "I don't smoke." Still, she'd ask me every time. Then one day she was gone.

Sad, really. It's those folk who give the EV its favor, make it unique.

10 comments:

Mykola Dementiuk said...

Get used to seeing the last glimpse of them because the area has drastically changed and you'll never see them or it again...

VH McKenzie said...

Does anyone remember the transvestite who used to stroll along 10th Street, between 2nd and 1st Ave (and thereabouts), with heavy make up, bright red lipstick and flimsy housedresses? S/he often completed the ensemble with a charming parasol. A most compelling EV figure, he/she seemed to enjoy staring down passers-by, daring you to return her gaze. Or his gaze. Whatever. Absent for quite some time .......

Mykola Dementiuk said...

I think s/he lived on the block, the Spanish guys who hung out there seemed to leave her alone. Saw her a few times, had to wonder why she carried an umbrella, must of been the mode at one time.

My upcoming novel, 'Variety, the Spice of Life', looks at the gay world of the East Village in the 1960s from eXtasy Press, to be published March 15, 2010.

Mick

www.mykoladementiuk.com

Mykola Dementiuk said...

Sorry folks a mix up, 'Dee Dee Day' a transvestite novel about life in NY in the 70s comes out March 2010 while 'Variety, the Spice of Life' comes out the following year 2011, also a transvestite novel. Who the hell knows why publishers act the way they do, I don't. Can't get their clothes right, I suppose.

Mick

www.mykoladementiuk.com

EV Grieve said...

Hi VH. Was h/she really tall? I think I remember who you mean...

Bowery Boogie said...

Thanks for the profile. I hope he finds his way back..

VH McKenzie said...

I think the umbrella was an attention-getting device. As if the long black tousled wig, mis-applied lipstick and clearly visible 5 o'clock shadow weren't enough.

And EVG -- I don't know if s/he was tall but probably was wearing a fine pair of high heels! I seem to recall that s/he teetered a bit while strolling along Tenth street......glad to hear the boyz on the block didn't give any trouble.

geoff matters said...

It hasn't been that long since I saw him, I could swear within the last two months...

Anonymous said...

Donald is up in a nursing home in the Bronx now and trying to get out. His old neighbor Neil will come in here with an update soon. We went to visit him today and brought him clothes and stuff.

EV Grieve said...

Thanks for the update. Do you know who is making decisions on his behalf?