how about hit the penny and box baseball. I grew up on 63rd street in Mill Basin. Best punch ball players. Other blocks would come by and challenge us. NO CONTEST. With 20 guys on the block we had lots of talent. Both balls were great and it wqas good to switch off. Our children don’t know what they missed. By the way the best handball player in Brooklyn was Al Britvan as far as a defensive player on a doubles team. The man….now 81….never ended a game without bleeding from scraping the ground. Long Live our memories…..
I just painted 3 skelly courts in my day schools yard. I am going to teach 100 6th grade boys how to play skelly. I have over 100 bottle and Snapple caps, crayons and magnifying glasses. I am a science teacher at the school and I will be relating the game to Newton’s Laws of Motion. I will teach them the art of weighting the pieces and hiding the washers under the melted crayon. I learned the game in the Pomonok housing projects of Queens, NYC in the 1950’s. This game never goes away and it is addicitng!
In the Bronx NY we would fill our bottle caps with asphalt from the street paving. All you had to do was find a spot where a car had parked and leaked any kinf of fluid; oil, gas, brake, transmission, etc. The fluid would soften the aspahlt and you srapped the asphalt with the serrated edge of your bottle cap. Good times for all!
I used to play 50-60 years ago a marble game that involved 9 holes dug in soft earth, usually with a can, then the soil between the holes was packed down smooth. You would ante marbles into the center hole, and then take turns tossing your marble. If you scored the center pot, and no one else did following you, you took home all those marbles. If your marble fell into corner holes, you had to add that to the center pot and if you hit the other holes you took a marble from the center pot. Has anyone played this? What is the size of the holes, distance between, and the distance from which you toss? Please email me at aimw [at] stjohncable [dot] com if you know. Thanks
70th street between 14th & 15th Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. I got so tired of re drawing the board every day, I decided to carve it into the asphault. It probably took me two days, but it was soo hot in mid July that the street was like butter. Mid to late 70ies we played all day long, we had to mark where our caps were with a penny or pebble when an occasional car came down the block. Evenings we played Buck Buck & Manhunt until Mr. Softee & then sit on the stoop & tell stories. Not the same anymore. I’m gonna draw a board on the driveway & teach my sons…they probably wont get it.