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Back in my neighborhood…
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Back in my neighborhood in South Brooklyn, no one had a pool — not even the kiddie pool. The park in our neighboorhood, Carroll park, was divided into 3 sections and covered an entire block. One end section was the kiddie section — with kiddie swings, slides, and seesaws. There was a large rectangular section in the middle that was two steps down and surrounded by a wrought iron fence. At each end was a sprinkler. Everyone who didn’t hit the beaches in the hot weather, hit Carroll Park to play under the sprinklers and splash around. The easiest way to cool off if the johnny pumps weren’t open!!
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This is a great page. I would like to use this as an opportunity to let you all know about someone very special. Did anyone play in Tremont Little League? ( In Da Bronx ) I remember my dad started that league because there was none around the area. I have great memories playing with the big “T” on the cap. My dad even painted his cab blue and yellow because of the Little Leagues colors. ( he was a Lomto member with his own cab) Dad passed a few years ago and I would like to thank him for what he did for me and all the kids who played for “TREMONT LITTLE LEAGUE”. Thanks Ralph Gordon, You’re the greatest!! Miss you Kenny
It was really Old Mr. Johnson,…
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It was really Old Mr. Johnson, who had troubles of his own… He had a yellow cat that wouldn’t leave his home He tried and he tried to give the cat away He gave it to a man going far, far away, BUT The cat came back the very next day, Oh the cat came back; they thought he was a goner But the cat came back; he just couldn’t stay away. Loved that song. Does anyone remember the song about the guy named Charlie who got lost on the Boston subways (MTA) – “He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned, he will ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston, he’s the man who never returned…” That’s all I remember.
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I grew up in Greenpoint…
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I grew up in Greenpoint Brooklyn on Manhattan Ave. I was making my communion in May of ’61. Before we went to church my buddies Kevin and Rob were on India Street playing stickball. There was still an hour before we had to leave, so I snuck out of the apartment while my mother wasn’t looking. I didn’t have time to change out of my suit. We were winning by 1 run until I tripped on my way to second, and shredded the knees right off my communion pants. I had ten minutes before I had to be at St. Cyril’s to make my communion so I rushed home, picturing my mothers angry expression when she’d see my torn suit. My mother was furios, but we got to church only a couple minutes late.
I remember playing hopscotch…
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I remember playing hopscotch with 8 boxes (no rounded top.) We used key chains to throw into each box but not to touch any of the lines or your turn is over. After you successfully hop thru all 8 boxes you continued back to the 1st box.Once that is completed we now played the 2nd half of the game called “potsy” which entailed hopping on 1 foot only! Also with the same rules of not steping on the lines. That’s how we played hopscotch in Bay Ridge Brooklyn in the 60’s.
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We used to play stick ball…
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We used to play stick ball in a narrow alley at PS 208 in Brooklyn. We had a strike zone painted on the wall. On the roof was a HR, off the school 3rd flooe windows was a double. Triples were anything that hit the roof moldings. We used Spaldeens mostly, Pemsie Pinkies were too expensive, but they did seem to bounce further.