Streetplay Discussions
I remember my mom putting…
Big Shouts to the teachers…
Big Shouts to the teachers who helped to shape my world. PS. 195 : Mrs. Rumsky (Can’t remember) “get your little tush over here.” PS: 217 Madame Milkman (we renamed her) “Gout le vin, si le vin est bon” PS 217 Mr. Malachowsky (Turning from the blackboard and suddenly fingering talkers) “You, You, You, up front and center). PS 217 Mr. Rosen (I think his name was) (Had us sing every Barry Manilow song on the charts for chorus). Also the other chorus teacher/ex-marine who taught us every NY song from the 1800’s and early 1900’s (eg. Sidewalks of New York. IS 62: Mr. Pomerantz: “You too, can be the next Hitler” (On explaining how easy it is to become a maniac in a passive society). Franklin K. Lane: IS: 62: Mrs. Mastracola: “Young ladies say, “May I utilize the Vanitorium” (Not can I use the John) To the cool jazz orchestra teacher who had us running through the piccicato (please correct me) melody (and other exercises I no longer remember) Uhuru Sasa Shule: For putting Africa on my map. (And we kids who liked to slip away and explore the cool 50 year old cobweb draped war-heads (dead) in the armory basement). To the goofy young teacher in the poconos who tirelessly indulged us with Beowulf and The Lord of the Rings (and the rest of Tolkein’s Hobbit series). The Vietnam Vet Karate Teacher that put the fear of God in we young Bruce Lee Enthusiasts. Sent every cry baby home to momma.
Simply put, I preferred…
Yeah, I remember “kicking”…
Does anyone remember this…
I moved to Da Bronx in May…
I moved to Da Bronx in May of 1960 to get away from crime. I originally lived in Mount Vernon. I lived on Pelham Parkway North and the Allerton Avenue area. I hung out with friends from school on Cruger, Holland, Wallace, and the Parkside area. There were the projects, apt. buildings, and all the way up to Eastchester Road and Allerton Avenue. My parents didnot worry about me getting hurt or anything happening to me in those days. I remember the Mr. Softee trucks selling ice cream cones for a dime, one candy store that had ice cream pops for a nickel, spalding balls for .19, and also John’s Bargain store on Lydig avenue. We sometimes bought generic spauldings for 7 cents there ! Those were the good old days ! I still live in the area and what changes I have seen over the years and it’s not for the better.
Hello to all the Bronxites….
Hello to all the Bronxites. I grew up in the Bronx from the 60’s to now. My parents had moved from Mount Vernon to Pelham Parkway to get away from crime and a better life. I hung out on Pelham Parkway North, South, Lydig Avenue, and the Allerton Avenue area. There were alot of great times, memories, and sometimes mischief. What changes over the past 40 years as I am still here. Anyone who wants to drop a line please do so.
I just looked at this listing…
I just looked at this listing again and noticed that is listed under girls’ games. I beg to differ. The places that I go, string games are played by everyone. In some cultures it is a guy thing. In some cultures it is done especially by the shaman. Of the Inuit people I have worked with both men and women have figures. In the US the most receptive audience that I have are Junior High Boys.
This is too cool. My boys…
This is too cool. My boys were whining there’s nothing to do outside…so it was time to teach them “bottlecaps” as we called it in NE Philly (circa mid-70s). I couldn’t remember all the rules, called my sister and brother, both not home, and started surfing. What a great site! We played a variation with a deadbox in the center. We only used bottlecaps(soda or beer), as is…no wax or anything to weigh them down. We had other/different rules (like if your cap got run over by a car, you advanced a box – 2 boxes if both tires nailed you.) We used “head for the hills” instead of “out of town”. We used to kick a player’s cap down the street, but I can’t remember why. You could also “cuff” your cap into a box if you were within a certain distance of the box, a foot length, I think. (I know…Baby s@*^!) I wish I could remember them all…we played this game for hours, every day, until mom was yelling at us to come in. If anyone remembers this version, feel free to email me. Thanks for the memories…looking forward to new ones with my kids and bringing the game to Cherry Hill, NJ!