Streetplay Discussions
We played that gme in Brooklyn…
We played that gme in Brooklyn in the 50’s, but we called it “Russia”. One- agianst wall without bounce Two- against wall one bounce then catch (2x) Three- against wall clap once catch without bounce (3x) Four- against wall, twirl arms around catch without bounce (4x) Five- Throw under leg against wall, catch without bounce (5x) That’s all I remember right now
Does anybody know where…
Does anybody know where to buy good old-fashioned metal jacks in the Northern New Jersey area? I tried to find them in toy and stationery stores, but no luck. Also, I tried the website that was suggested above (“vidlar’s.com), but was unable to connect, even after trying some spelling variations. Thanks for your help.
I remember playing it in…
I just bought my 9 year…
I grew up on 181 St. and…
I grew up on 181 St. and Creston Avenue, right across the street from PS/JHS 79 (Creston JHS). The Concourse was a block away, which meant the D train was a block away. Jerome Avenue and the #4 was all of 3 blocks away. Fordham Road was in walking distance. And the Paradise was simply heaven. The schoolyard was everyone’s main hangout, regardless of the season. Punchball, stickball (mostly fungo), softball, hoops and two-hand touch all year ’round. When we were just hanging out, we copped some time on the stoop across from the yard. When I was 15 my family moved to Decatur Avenue and Gun Hill Road. My mother worked at Montefiore Hospital, so this was a good move for her. Turned out to be a good one for me, as the guys I met there have become my friends for life. We hung out on the stoop of my friend Errol’s apartment building. It was the perfect place to check out what was going on on the block. Great memories, and two great places to grow up in. Steven Springer 2101 Creston Avenue 3539 Decatur Avenue
What fun could one have…
Spaldeen was the ball of…
With Peter, Columbia, Brenda,…
My grandmother was born in…
My grandmother was born in Austria. She was Czeckoslavakian. There was a finger rhyming song she used to sing, but the only words I can remember are “dumatella, dumatella, dumatella. And even at that I’m not sure of the spelling. My mother would say it was about a mother squirrel chasing her young and then she would tickle our bellies. I would love to be able to teach my own grandchildren. Can anyone help? Thank you, Lisa