How ironic to see these…

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How ironic to see these posts…I was born in 1940 and grew up in Conn. As a kid I remember being called from the back porch for dinner or whatever. After getting married and living in Va in the early 70’s we lived on a cul-de-sac and remember calling my kids for dinner…knowing they were within ear shot of my calls and being summertime, the kids were always outside playing…not like kids today who stay inside too much during summer….Thanks for the wonderful posts as it brought back fond memories of my childhood and growing up.

MAILMAN MAILMAN DO…

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MAILMAN MAILMAN DO YOUR DUTY HERE COMES THE LADY WITH THE AFRICAN BOOTIE SHE CAN DO THE POM POMS SHE CAN DO THE SPLITS BUT MOST OF ALL SHE CAN KISS KISS KISS WITH HER RED HOT CHERRY LIPS K-I-S-S (DO IT UNTIL YOU DO THE SPLITS)

DOWN DOWN BABY DOWN BY THE…

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DOWN DOWN BABY DOWN BY THE ROLLER COASTER SWEET SWEET BABY I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO SHIMMY SHIMMY COCO PUFF SHIMMY SHIMMY ROCK SHIMMY SHIMMY COCO PUFF SHIMMY SHIMMY ROCK I GOT A BOYFRIEND FOR A TISCUIT HE’S SO CUTE AS -A BISCUIT APPLES ON THE TABLE PEACHES ONTHE FLOOR STEP BACK BABY I DON’T LOVE YOU ANY MORE TO THE FRONT TO THE BACK TO THE SIDE,SIDE, SIDE _____________________________________________ APPLE CANDY ON A STICK MAKES MY TUMMY 246 NOT BECAUSE I’M HAPPY NOT BECAUSE I’M SAD JUST BECAUSE I KISSED THE BOY BEHIND THE YELLOW MAGAZINE HEY GIRLS WANNA HAVE SOME FUN? HE CAN DO THE WOBBLE HE CAN DO THE SPLITS BUT MOST OF ALL HE CAN KISS KISS KISS WITH HIS RED HOT CHERRY LIPS

I played in the 30s in California,…

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I played in the 30s in California, and we used milk bottle caps. (Some of them were considered quite rare like buttermilk caps from different dairies.) We were between six and twelve, and played on any hard surface, in a circle. When your milk bottle cap landed on top of somebody else’s cap, theirs was eliminated from the board and you got to keep it. If all your caps were eliminated, you were out.

mrs sue (calp clap clap)mrs…

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mrs sue (calp clap clap)mrs sue (clap clap clap) mrs sue from alabama alaska nebraska sittn in a rokin chair eatn betty crocker watchn the clock go tick tock tick tok banana rock abcdefg wach thoes spiders off of me bochca bochca i want my mommy bochka bochkah i know karate bet ya cant bet ya cant bet ya cant FREEZE!!! on the tick tok part put your hands together and swoosh them together back an forth on abcdefg….. take your finger and dot it down your stomach

I used to play a game called…

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I used to play a game called “American Eagle” in astoria projects as a kid. One person would be “it” and would stand in the middle of the field with all the other kids on one side of the field. Whoever was it, yelled American Eagle and everyone would try to charge to the other side of the field. The guy that was it would have to tackle someone and say “American Eagle 1,2,3, three times fast while he held his captive down. Then there was two people in the middle, would yell American Eagle again, and they would both try and tackle and capture the other kids running back across the field, until they were down to the last person. We would play until the Housing Authority Police chased us off the grass.

We used to fish the lost…

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We used to fish the lost spauldeens out of the sewers in astoria projects where I grew up by fashioning a metal coat hanger with a little loop at the bottom enough to lift the ball out of the muck. Someone called “chips” on the ball, 15 cents was couple days of bottle hunting…Yuk…here’s your ball kid.

we played lots of playground…

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we played lots of playground games like: elastics, no laughing no talking no redlights, marbles,hopscotch, skipping in lots of forms,and there seemed to be lots of rhymes to decide who was ‘it’. Abbin a babbin, tima toma tuma toma tusa, and a counting one that I have forgotten the details of and of course eenie meenie.