Summers were magical at Mirvin Hall. The rooftop, covered with a tar paper and sealant, was our "beach at home." On warm sunny days we'd go up there and sun ourselves to a golden tan, listen to our transistor radios and just "schmooze." 

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But there was much more! Every Tuesday night we'd go up there as the sun was setting. All the neighbors had a role to play - adults and kids alike - and we would gaze a couple of miles away to Coney Island to see the sky light up with brilliant fireworks. 

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Follow along with us to see how our apartment "village" worked together to create a full show for ourselves right there up on Tar Beach!