Streetplay Discussions
What about games with a…
What about games with a penknife. I don’t see any category under this topic. We played “mumbly peg”(or “pull the peg”), which consisted of a series of knife throws into the ground. Another was called “land,” where you threw the knife into a box drawn into the ground. After your throw, you would draw a line that would define your “land.”
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We use to play a game called…
We use to play a game called “Red Rover”. It was played with boys and girls. The player would make a line and join hands. The player in the line would call”red rover, red rover, we call ___ over.” The player called(not in the line) would run up and try to brake the line. Your arms would hurt for days. This was in Brooklyn in the mid 70s.
This site has brought back…
This site has brought back so many memories!! I was so happy to find others who remember “the spades go tulips together…” a very complicated hand slapping game. My family is from Inwood but we moved across the river to Hudson county NJ when I was small. Here are some Jersey versions of street game songs: Jump rope chant: Cinderella dressed in yella Went downtown to buy some mustard On the way her girdle busted How many people where disgusted 10-20-30-40, etc. (jumping fast as the rope turns) Does anyone else remember this circe game song? I’m a bowlegged chicken on a knock-kneed fence Never been so happy since I don’t know when And I walk with a wiggle and wobble and a twist Doin the Tennessee Wig-walk. Just doin the Tennesee wig-walk. Terri here are some variations on the “I wish I were” song: I wish I were a little bar of soap, bar of soap I wish I were a little bar of soap I’d slippy and I’d sliddy over everybody’s hiney Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap I wish I were a little bumble bee, bumble bee I wish I were a little bumble bee I’d sit up on the steeple and I’d spit on all the people Oh I wish I were a little bumble bee I also remember many stanzas to the Lulu had a baby she named him Tiny Tim song but they are pretty dirty. Also here is a variation on the “we are the girls of” song: We are the Jersey girls We wear are hair in curls We wear our brothers shirts They call us stupid jerks. Oh, ladies, thank you so much for the memories.