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More Help please! I’m…
More Help please! I’m trying to find a children’s book that has character called riki tiki timbo (sp?). Much of the book revoloves around the name of this character that, if I remember right goes on and on a bit. Not exactly a song, I know, but I’m hoping someone will know the book I mean and can give me a title and an author. thanks!
Wow….where do I begin?…
Wow….where do I begin? I suppose by saying that I really miss seeing you around, Steve! Steve and I went to Norman Thomas High School together. We also grew up in the Bronx together (I still live in Pelham Parkway – He, in Castle Hill)…As things in life turn out…our paths crossed again as adults. Steve’s Firehouse was just two blocks away from my job! One day, as I was walking to lunch, I hear someone calling me..I didn’t recognize him but he began to talk about Norman Thomas to me..then I realized that Steve Mercado had gone from high school nerd to rugged firefighter! Thereafter, I’d see him often…in front of the Plaza Hotel..coming back from runs, doing inspections at my office building, etc. I felt honored to be his friend. I had planned to go to the high school reunion with him. He was kind enough to offer me a ride as I had no way of getting there, while he also stated that I’d have to find a way home with someone else as he planned to stay long at the reunion. He was a real family man to his wife and children. When the tragedy of 9/11 occurred I lost a fireman I was seeing as well as his brother and another close friend. I didn’t think anything would happen to Steve. He did, after all, work around Lincoln Center, and I assumed during those moments that those closest to WTC would perish (like my friends whose firehouse was in Brooklyn). I was shocked and saddened, therefore, to hear of Steve’s untimely death. Recently, several people from my job, and I went to his job and prayed. Afterwards some of his ‘brothers’ invited us in for coffee and desert and it was nice to share ‘Steve’ stories. My heart goes out to his parents, his wife and his children. Deb
Does anyone remember the…
Does anyone remember the rhyme that begins easy ivy over? I think it says something like Here comes the teacher with the big fat stick, I wonder what she has for arithmetic…but that’s all I remember. Can anyone help me out? I am from NYC now living in Brownsville, Texas where the girls don’t even jump rope by themselves. I am attempting to show them how. I start on Friday. Any suggestions?
does anyone remember marsue…
does anyone remember marsue or am i just crazy? It went “marsue from alabama sittin in a rocker eatin betty crocker watchin the clock go tick tock tick tock shi wah wah tick tock tick tock shi wah wah abc’s and 123’s wipe those cooties off of me mushka mushka mushka freeze! and then you had to stay in the position you were in when you said freeze and the first one to move lost
it was miss Lucy(or…
it was miss Lucy(or Suzie)had a baby she named it tiny Tim and put it in the bathtub to see if it could swim The baby drank the water the baby ate the soap he tried to eat the bath tub but it wouldn’t fit down his throat Miss Lucy called the doctor miss Lucy called the nurse miss Lucy called the lady with the alligator purse measles said the doctor mumps said the nurse nothing said the lady with the alligator purse Miss Lucy punched the doctor Miss Lucy kicked the nurse Miss Lucy paid the lady with the alligator purse
I can’t remember how to…
I am a new Fire Fighter…
I am a new Fire Fighter and I worked with Steve Mercado in Eng.40 in Manhattan for 14 weeks where I was doing my training. In that short time Steve took me in like his little brother. We were the only Puerto Ricans in the Firehouse at the time. and I worked in the same group as he did (16).So he instantly made me his assistant cook. Jo,I don’t know if you knew that your husband could cook a mean Spanish dinner, but he did. The only mistake he made was making him his assistant. He put me in charge of making the tostones and I over fried them, and To make a long story short, all the brothers in the firehouse made frequent visits to the bathroom all night. He immediately invited me to one of his stickball games in the Bronx and I was so impressed. It was my first time ever seeing a stickball game. I’m a handball player and like handball, stickball is generally a New York sport. But Steve had a passion and a vision for stickball and was determined to spread the game through out the U.S.A. and those that knew him know that I’m not exaggerating. I too, believe in his vision and in a small way became a part of it. He asked me to draw a logo for the kids stickball league his son was in. and it was my privilege. WHO IS STEVE MERCADO? An athlete, a Firefighter, a leader, a visionary, a proud father, a husband who loved his wife, a comedian and a brilliant man, a friend and most importantly he’s my role model, and a true Hero. Steve, I miss you and I’ll never forget you, My brother.
On September 11th, everyone…
On September 11th, everyone found out what I already knew about Steve Mercado. We all found out that he was a hero. I knew Steve as a friend since the day we both met on the Little League fields of Castle Hill back when we were 12 years old. We would remain friends through our teen years and beyond sharing many memorable moments together. Yes, Steve is gone but as a poem I once read states: “In my heart you live on Always there never gone Precious friend, you left too soon Tho’ it may be true that we’re apart You will live forever..In my heart.” We all miss you, till we meet again. Love, The Garcia’s
Well….. I like to…
Well….. I like to think, and I dont care what Mooney says, that I was The King of BOXBALL. Why?! Because if you hit it (with your fist after being pitched) down the pisshole(a flight of marble steps leading down to a ground floor door of the school,Creighton, which was also used for draining of the you know what)you could, and should, take third. And if fat Herbie was playing the pisshole; you’re home!And man could i find that pisshole. I’ll line up to buy pimple balls!!!!!!!! ZMAN