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I’m 75 years old and grew…
A quick note about a small…
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A quick note about a small story related to the Semi-Finals. The field was on Vanderbilt Ave, next to Grand Central Station. THere were pedestrians strolling in and out. I saw one lady, walking with a cane and told her that we might need it for a bat. She stopped and handed it to me, saying “take it.” I was stunned but she insisted, saying it was meant to be. We received the following note about it today – Thanks “Stamstar.” I showed & told a lot of people about it. – Mick so this is the story…slipped on an acorn going down the stairs outside my house and tore a ligament which required surgery. after four wonderful weeks of peace and quite my boss said get back to work or else. my doctor said take the cane. it will give you balance. since i live in commecticut and work in new york i must be unbalanced anyway. however the cane became a pain and was really getting i n my way when i saw your game being played. It brought back a bunch of memories of my old neighborhood on Loring Place in the Bronx. It was mostly the boys that played ball. Richie Hoffman had the best stoop. Girls played potsy or jump rope. we were pretty tame back then. Anyway it seemed that there was a calling from above for me to donate my cane to your cause. I hope by now it hase been used many times and given many people pleasure. sincerely, stamstar
The version of SPIT I played,…
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The version of SPIT I played, each person had their own deck, at “GO” you counted out 13 cards in a pile with the last card face up then 4 cards to the left of the pile face up. It was played just like solitaire with two people going as fast as they can and you could play on each others aces. The first person to get rid of their pile of 13 cards wins.
How about Kick-the-Can….
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How about Kick-the-Can. Everyone hides all over the neighborhood while “It” looks for you. If tagged you come sit by the can in “jail”. “It” tries to tag everyone and the last person found becomes “It”. While “It” is looking for everyone, we would sneak closer to the can so we could kick it, thereby freeing all the prisoners. “It” would then have to count while we hid again.
Where I grew up (Dahill…
Remember playing with “cutouts”?…
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Remember playing with “cutouts”? Paper dolls that came in books–the dolls were on the cover, and a whole assortment of clothes was inside. We cut out the dolls, dressed them, and sat on the top step of our stoops playing for ages and ages. A world of fashion and fantasy for a dime–or a quarter for the good, heavyweight cut-out books. My friends Maria and Starlet and I bought our cutout books at Miltie’s candy store (on Dahill Road, Brooklyn). We kept the paper dolls and the clothes in shoe boxes. We had whole families–I remember that my favorite “mother” doll was Sheree North! (Celebrity cutout books were big!) Her family was usually baby triplets, who came in another book. This was several years before Barbie dolls, and I suspect we had just as much fun with the paper dolls as girls do with their Barbies today (if not more!).
I don’t remember SPIT, but…
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I don’t remember SPIT, but I do remember playing “War” on the top step of my stoop. This was a two-person game. You dealt 26 cards to each player, face down, and you each turned over one at a time. The player whose card had the higher value took both cards. If you both turned over a card with the same value, you had a “War”–you piled three cards on top (face down) and turned over the 4th card. The higher one took all the cards in the war. Sometimes there was a double war–really exciting! My friend Starlet and I sometimes had games that lasted for days.
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We also made phony phone…
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We also made phony phone calls. Unfortunately, We made one too many, stayed on too long, and our phone call was traced! Of course, the calls were made from MY house … Now, when girls call my son pretending to be someone else, I just look at that ole caller ID and tell my son to let those callers know he’s on to them!