In 1900, millions of newly arrived immigrants crowded into tenement buildings in American cities. These five- or six-story structures packed dozens of families into tiny apartments with shared bathrooms and little light. The yard—a cramped outdoor space—became the neighborhood's only breathing room.
Laundry flaps between windows. Children play in narrow brick corridors where sunlight barely reaches the ground. Women hang wash from fire escapes, call down to neighbors, shake out rugs. The yard echoes with voices in a dozen languages. Everyone's life happens here—clotheslines, games, gossip, the smell of cooking from open windows above.
Reflect
What outdoor space do you use to connect with neighbors, and how is it different from or similar to this yard?