I grew up playing in St. Mary’s Park on St. Ann’s Avenue. There was a high hill right at the front of the park. The lucky ones got to be the Indians who ran down the hill and attacked the “settlers” at the bottom. Nobody wanted to be a settler. Everybody wanted to run.

They used to show movies from a truck at the back of the park in the summertime. People would bring out their Sunday papers and sit on them watching the movies. Can’t remember what the movies were. We were too busy running around.

During the summer there was aman who used to bring around a pony and children whose parents could afford it would have their pictures taken on the pony. I never had my picture taken but that’s okay. My uncle Jimmy had a camera and he used to take our pictures up on the roof. I think his camera needed a lot of sunlight. All our pictures show us squinting at the camera and trying to smile.

Wow, how I am going on. Anyone remember St. Mary’s Park?