Has anybody played this unique game by placing a firm stick about a foot long and llean it against the curb. The “kicker” boots the sticka nd runs the bases in order. All “baseball” rules apply with one exception. The stick may be thrown onto home base before the runner gets there for an out. The stick may never be thrown at anybody.
I grew up in the Alfred E. Smith Projects (Catherine and Madison Street intersection) across from P.S. 1. Lived there from 1953-1967 when my family moved to Brooklyn. I remember the Essex Street Markets as well as the “pickle man” on Essex Street. If none of you have not seen it, I highly recommend you watching “Crossing Delancey” starring Amy Irving. It was filmed on location! Shows the handball courts on Essex Street and centers around Amy’s character and the pickle man! Used to go with my mom to the Fulton Fish Market (still remember seeing the dead fish staring at me on the ice there! Later on, we bought fish at a market on Monroe Street. The only supermarket in the area was an A&P that was on Market Street and almost directly under the Manhattan Bridge. I played little league ball at Coleman’s Oval near the Manhattan Bridge (off Cherry Street). Played a lot of stickball at Cherry Street Park, across the street from the then Journal American building on one side and Knickerbocker Village on the other. The Journal American building is now the home to the NY Post. Remember the original hand warmers in the winter time? Right. A 15 cent knish off the knish cart! There was so much to do back there: San Gennaro festival on Mulberry Street, Chinese New Year on Mott Street, the Jewish Deli’s (Katz’s and Issac Gellis were my faves). I went to St. James School on St. James Place. That is the same school that Alfred E. Smith went to. It is also the parish that lays claim to the first American order of the Ancient Order of Hibernians. Played lots of chinese handball on St. James Place, on the outside wall of Vanella Funeral Home of all places! Played stickball, slap ball, punchball, stoop ball, all with the Spaldeen. Much prefered that over the Pensie Pinky. I can still hear the echoes of “chips on the ball, 25 cents” before playing a game of ball. Anyone here remember making the chalk socks? You take about 5 big sidewalk chalks put them inside a sock, smash them a bit, tie the sock up and then sneak up on someone and bop them with the sock! It didn’t really hurt but was kind of funny to see the shocked face and the chalk smoke linger a moment in the air over the unsuspecting victim! In my neighborhood we called them Mama Lucci’s. Maybe it was called that because I lived so close to Little Italy. Anyone here remember “salugee”? This was a spontaneous devilish game where you would take a personal item from someone and then keep it from them as you threw it to your friends (keep away). After a while some wise guy would start daring you to “roof it” and you would throw the object towards the roof of the many cold water flats of the area. What rotten kids! I have been contemplating writing a book about growing up in NYC in that time period, illustrating the various street games, rituals, etc. that made that little part of NY so special. If anyone would like to contact me. Bill
Reiner’s candy store on 46th Sreet near Fort Hamilton Parkway in Borough Park. One of our gang, Mickey, worked there part time as a soda-jerk. Somehow, our portions of malted-milks or ice cream sundaes were larger than others received. Outside the store, we would watch the girls sashay by. No wolf calls or whistles. Ah, those were the days of innocence.
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.
My father never raised his voice and I cannot remember him ever hitting “us kids”. I do remember his strong work worn hands. If we were misbehaving he would grip our leg or arm just above the knee or elbow joint. If we didn’t stop what ever we were doing he would whisper in our ear “Stop” or “Enough”. If that didnt work he’d say it again while slowly ratcheting in his fingers on our leg or arm. It worked every time, disturbed no one and earned the respect and love of all of “us kids” forever.
We played this game constantly on summer days in Jersey City during the early 70’s. We called it “Bottlecaps” and what you call the skull was called “poison”. We also carved a board into the street using a screwdriver! I plan on teaching my boys this summer (we’ll stick to chalk since I don’t think the town DPW would appreciate the screwdriver method). Great web site!