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i grew up on 1250 leland…
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i grew up on 1250 leland ave in the bronx, then on castle hill ave near the bingo hall. it was during the late 70’s- 93. i am now 30yrs old. i live now on long island. i always say i am so so happy i grew up in the bronx. no other place or time could replicate the good times i had with my 4 other siblings and friends. people just dont get that. all the street games, breakdancing, fourth of july, hanging out on the stoop from sun up to sun down, going to the corner store playing ms. pacman. teasing the old ladies sitting on the sidewalk in their lawn chairs as we rode our bikes passed them…..what a great group of kids from all nationalities…black, white, spanish,chinese and everything in between…we were one…we stuck up for eachother and looked out for one another…we were a real neighborhood. you dont see that anymore. i miss that. i just hope my son will have that experience,but somehow i doubt it…only in the bronx, kids!!!!
My aunt lived at 501 West179th….
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My aunt lived at 501 West179th. We used to walk there (my grandmother, cousins, from West 65 Street. Then they’d all walk us across the George Washington Bridge. I remember Highbridge pool, the great movies on St. Nicholas Avenue. It was a beautiful area. This was in the late 1040s and early 1950s. I haven’t been there in many years.
This is a great site!! I…
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This is a great site!! I learned how to play skully at Holiday Haven Campground in Estelle Manor, NJ from kids who lived outside of Philly. It was hugely popular there, then we exported it to our neighborhood in Monroe Twp. NJ where we made an infinate number of skully boards on chalk either on our street or patio. My three sisters and I preferred our caps to be constructed of Dad’s cast off Budweiser beer bottle caps (the King of Beers and skully caps!) and melted-down crayola crayons. The metallic colors swirled with a regular color were the coolest! We would melt the crayons down right in the caps on Mom’s electric stove (where melted crayon spills were her bane!) I can remember the smell of melting crayons as if it were yesterday…
This site is the greatest….
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This site is the greatest. My cousin and all my friends played skully for hours on end all summer in the 1940s in Manhattan. I taught my grandson how to play, my kitchen table became a skully board. I printed out the rules and board for him to share with his friends. Hopefully, skully will be around forever. We didn’t have any material goods in those days, but life was sweet and we were creative and enjoyed life.
I’m 36 and played skelzies…
Boxball was played with…
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Boxball was played with 2 to as many a 6 players (usually 4). Each player got a square on the sidwalk. The object was to bounce the ball with an open hand, into the box of an opponant. The other player do the same till a player misses or fails to put the ball in an opponants box. A miss meant a point and the first to 11 or 21 lost or was eliminated… last one standing wins! That was a great game… hours of fun on a sunny Saturday afternoon around the cornerer from Liona’s Cand Shop (at the time in early 80’s, this was still a fountain shop, unrenovated from the 40’s!!!) they made egg creams there still. this was on Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg Brooklyn. Ahhh those were the days!
I played Johhny on the Pony…
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I played Johhny on the Pony during the early 80’s in Greenpoint/Williamsgurg Brooklyn. Also played Chinesse handball, Boxball, Stoopball, etc; but those are other great stories. Most memorible JOP story is when we actually convinced the girls that hung out with us in a schoolyard over on Havermyer st. to play JOP with us guys!!! Well needless to say, those of you who’ve played the game know the position you take being on the pony. That was the first time I put my arms around Lisa Ninziata’s waist. Wow, I was in heaven… pure bliss… until I turned my head toward the other team, just in time to catch a glimse of her then boyfriend Bobby’s sneaker as it slammed me on the side of the head, almost ripping my ear off. Well, this being perfectly leagal in JOP; I had to wait till my teams turn for retaliation. Later I would throw mu body, with full force at Bobby with elbows leading the way. And, in the end we would laugh ourselves to tears as Anthony’s radio played “The Piano Man”. What days those were… my best memories.
LOVE this site! Found it…
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LOVE this site! Found it while looking for info on a game called “Kings”, which I find is also called Ace-King-Queen. Funny how the names mutate…. In Bayonne, NJ in the 60’s, the Pennsy Pinky was considered too soft for almost all uses; we were Spaldeen loyalists to a boy. Also: anyone who knows what a “money bug” was, e-mail me (corydalus1956 [at] yahoo [dot] com)
Ok here go’s… there is…
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Ok here go’s… there is NOT one mention about all the balls that were split down the seam, right in half. Why is that? How many times can you remember blasting the crap out of either ball & splitting it in half? I also remember before I was old enuff to play with the older guys, I would always pick up the half balls that were laying around the park & squeezing them on my face (cheek), or tricep so that it would form a suction & stay there only to leave quite a red blotch mark, as you can imagine. All in all, there was no better feeling than ripping into a Spaldeen with the whip action of a stickball bat and blasting the ball into orbit over the roof of a building in the GLENWOOD PROJECTS, in Brooklyn NY. PERIOD!!! Ahhhhh, those were the days…………