God did I enjoy reading…
God did I enjoy reading these messages. I grew up in Brooklyn in the 60’s. I have been in Northern New England for 12 years (after a long time in Staten Island) Yeah Brooklyn!, things just aren’t the same up here.
God did I enjoy reading these messages. I grew up in Brooklyn in the 60’s. I have been in Northern New England for 12 years (after a long time in Staten Island) Yeah Brooklyn!, things just aren’t the same up here.
I’m looking for information anyone may have on Greenfield’s Pickles on the Lower East Side of NY in the 1920’s – 1940’s. Any and all remembrances, pictures, etc. are welcome. I’m trying to put together a retrospective for the owner’s son’s 70th birthday. I appreciate any help. I can also be reached by e-mail at . Thanks.
How can you talk snow and not mention Flexible Flyers?! Lying on your belly, feet extended so as to hook onto the sled behind you to create great sled trains…. setting up sledding courses, down the breezeway between two houses, left on the common drive, and right, down our house driveway and into our garage…. Those were the days when it snowed real snow… not this new stuff that you can only negotiate on big plastic disks that look like colorful, oversized trashcan lids…. And how ’bout cafeteria tray sledding/skiing?! Ah… winter……
I’m Freddie Markowitz’ wife, Jan. He played for the Chieftains in 1966-67. Freddie remembers Bob Felder, who gave him the nickname, “Clipper.” When the Chieftains played the Jewish All-Stars from Laurelton in a game that was riddled with rain and mud, many players didn’t show up that day, so some players from the Comets helped them out, such as Ben Walker and Jerry Wiggins. (Actually, Ben may have been a Chieftain; the memory doesn’t work as well as it used to. LOL)Freddie says, “The All-Stars were winning by a score of 20-0 at the end of the 4th quarter, so, being the ‘gentlemen’ that they were, they offered us a fifth quarter to give us a chance to score. With less than 5 minutes to go in that game, the player who I was up against gave me a forearm, sending my face mask downward, and breaking my nose. Our coach, Max Seleznow, took one look at me and saw two black eyes. Max wanted me to sit down, but I insisted on going back in. He sent me in as a middle linebacker instead of a tackle. Ben and Jerry (not to be confused with those two rich ripoff ice cream guys), two of the toughest and nicest black guys I ever knew, called a huddle. Jerry said,” They broke Brother Freddie’s nose; we’re gonna kick their a$$e$.” Our defense waited for the All-Stars to line up. As soon as the quarterback yelled “Set,” Jerry and Ben, along with the rest of the line, purposely went offside to avenge my broken nose. We never scored another point, but I think we won the fight! When that game ended, so did my short-lived football career. On the Chieftains, I either played center or right guard, next to Marvin Mevorah. Check out our website at www.bestweb.net/~spazjump. If Jerry, Ben, Bob Felder or Marvin are still alive and well, I’d love to hear from all of them. Man, those were the days…!
My husband, Freddie Markowitz, played for the Chieftans. I’m not sure what the years were, but he graduated from Springfield Gardens HS in 1968. He was talking about Ira’s brother, Marvin, just last night. This is meant to be that I found this site. I was doing a search on a bulletin board for Rochdale Village and I found this. If anyone would like to get in touch with Freddie, please feel free to e-mail him as he would love to hear from old friends since he is now disabled.
Yea, we had the penny stand too. But we had it in a “Bazaar” or “Carnival” in our backyards. It was kind of like a garage sale or yard sale with games to play and things to win. This was in Staten Island in the late ’60s.
During the 70’s, I spent my summers at the Pancrest Lodge bungalow colony. Pancrest was nestled in the woods of South Fallsberg. It had a camphouse, ballfield and casino. The casino was the nerve center of the colony, it also served as headquarters for the “color wars” strategy sessions. The owner’s daughter ran the casino for a while. On weekends, my folks came up and we’d have breakfast at Poppins. There was a steep and narrow road that led you to and from the colony. I remember my last trip down that road, it seems like a lifetime ago.
Why is it my girlfriends always lie to me? I am hurt, lost….are there any women left who sincerely love their man? me
I’ve seen it called a Jew’s Harp, but we called it a Jaw Harp.