Someone just informed me of this site. What fun it is! I was thrilled to see a basket of Spaldeens in the store and bought a half dozen. I don’t think I ever bought one as a kid because during WWII rubber was rationed and the only place you could get them was on the black market. We acquired ours on the roof when the boys lost them playing stickball. We would retrieve them and wash them in hot water, that revived the bounce and we played these familiar girls games. No one in the store where I bought them understood the meaning of these precious balls. I had fun bouncing them on the counter. I remember “A” my name best but the other games ring a bell too. Thanks for sharing. I grew up in The Bronx, near Crotona Park.
Original author: Marilyn [e-mail]