
In 1847, The State Rural Cemeteries Act was passed in New York, which put an end to the establishment of any new cemeteries in Manhattan so cemetery owners began building in Queens. The area of Queens I grew up in quickly became almost encircled by cemeteries, and was called the “Cemetery Belt”. Today more than 5 million of the departed almost triple the live population of Queens -- are buried in 29 Queens cemeteries -- four Catholic, three Protestant, 14 Jewish and eight nondenominational.

Some of these cemeteries are the resting places of many famous people, including Jackie Robinson, Mae West, and Harry Houdini, at whose tomb devotees gather each year on Halloween to see if he can pull off the ultimate escape trick and return from the grave. On the 50th anniversary of Harry Houdini’s death I went with friends to Machpelah Cemetery to see if he would return from the grave as he had promised, which he did not.
My grandparents and various relatives are buried in the St. John’s Catholic Cemetery, which opened in 1890 and was just 4 blocks from my house, along with many famed mobsters, including John Gotti and Lucky Luciano.

A few blocks away in the other direction was an old Lutheran Cemetery, established in 1852. We used to go in there and walk around and read the tombstones, it was quiet and peaceful and there was grass and trees so we loved being in there. And it had some interesting crypts and memorials. The only thing that we were afraid of in there was the “Greenies”, that’s what we called the workers because they drove green pickup trucks. They had dogs that they would let loose to chase us out.
The most mysterious cemetery was a small burial ground in the middle of a park. It was overgrown with weeds and fenced in, the stories were that it was an old Indian burial ground and it you went in you would be cursed. I don’t know of anyone that climbed the fence and went in.

When I got married and moved to the other side of the neighborhood, I lived down the block from the Crematory which has been in business since 1893. On certain days of the week you could see the black smoke coming out of the large smokestack.
So I’ve never been afraid of cemeteries or ghosts.