Frankly, I never heard of Pensie Pinkies. When I lived Brooklyn in the 30’s all we had were spaldeens. We played all our games with spaldeens: off-the wall, punchball, boxball, stoop-ball and so on. You name it; we played it. Reading the above messages brings on such sweet memories of my early teens. We lived on a block that had four story apartment buildings. My mother would lean out of our fourth floor apartment window and watch us play stickball. Occasionally, if we lost the ball down the sewer, she would wrap 10 cents in a piece of newspaper and drop it down to us so that we could buy a new one.
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