( grew up in Bluebird holler ,, knott,co. S.E. Kentucky,, with a lot of cousins uncles and aunts ,, oh yes there was seven of us children our dad was a coal mine, That was when they had to dig for the coal with pickaxes the roads were to bumpy (countryroads) to skate on and we only had one pair of skates so when one of the old coal camp houses got empty we used it to roller skate in two of us would each put on a skate and go round and round in the four room house,, with one foott up in the air. In the winter time when it snowed we didnt have ice skates, or a place for them living in the hills of Kentucky so we would get a wash tub lid the old ringer kind and slide off the hill we also got a few scrapes,brusies and broken arms, We had a feast of fun everyday ,,, And DEPRESSION,,, was the word for what the poor people were going through,,, like we had no money for fancy grocerys we grew everything in the garden and canned it in the fall so we always had plenty to eat in the winter,,, we tapped the maple trees for syrup , spring time we had the hills full of fresh greens we would go with our granny and pick a bag full for supper , in the summer time we also liked to catch june bugs and tie thier legs to a long string to let them fly way up into the air Gee what Memories having fun remembering thanks for the space,, COUNTRY WOMAN Kathleen (Turner) Mchugh
I grew up in the Bronx in the ’40’s and one of the things we did was rollerskate. My friends and I did this for what seems like hours. Those were the days when you could skate on the street because there were not many cars since gasoline was rationed because of the war and driving was saved for Sunday drives with the family. We used to skate down Burke Avenue to Bronx River Parkway which was quite a big hill and we must have climbed it 100X at least as I remember. Also, those were the days when we wore metal skates and wore your skatekey around your neck on a shoelace. I bet lots of you who grew up around that time have some of the same memories. Please add yours here – I’d love to read them.
All you young folk there, telling of your memories. Back in the late twenties, early thirties we played kick the can. Our variety – we got two empty cans, put a hole in each near the top, tied a long piece of string between, and after dark placed these across the sidewalk, one can on each side in the grass, cans filled with water. We hid nearby and waited for adults to walk by,connect with the string and get their pant legs wet. We thought it was great fun.
When we were about 13 to 16 we played kick the can every evening about dusk. We had a group of about a dozen or so that gathered near my house for the game. The best was if you could be in the dark with your current heart-throb. Not that anything happened it was just the idea of being hidden in the dark. We yelled and argued, kicked the can and tore through peoples yards and bushes until my dad got tired of all the noise and made us come inside. Fort Wayne, IN 1956 to 1959
Capture the Flag was always a favorite. We had two teams that were responsible for defending their own flag while trying to capture their opponents flag at the same time. The game was played thru the whole neighborhood so we were running thru everyones backyards causing all kinds of destruction. Long Island NY in the 1960s-70s.