This didn't miss the mark. I was only 5 or 6 when I went to the Bronx. My Father's Aunt And Uncles lived in Highbridge section. I stayed with my Aunt and the visit relatives that were still living. I can remember very little, but I do remember somethings I saw. I remember being able to watch the subway trains going back and forth, boats, large and small going up and down the river. And a great view of the Highbridge bridge.
I sent it to an old relative, who loved it. He even saw a picture of the apartment building he was born in in 1940. The nostalgia of the old Bronx, over a 25 year period beginning in 1930, is still alive and evoking warm sentiments. How can you go wrong at this price: What is more precious than warm and wonder producing memories?.