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Okay, you’ve given me more…

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Okay, you’ve given me more Brooklyn memories. It seems like my Brooklyn recollections are a shared collective across Boroughs and State lines. Of course there was the knishman. And no potato knish since then has tasted quite so right. There was also the Chow Chow Cup, which sold Chinese food in a cup that could be eaten. And there was the Good Humor Man who sold ice cream out of a truck. And of course the trucks that had the rides in the back of them. When I think of those trucks I can’t believe they never tipped over. All those memories of living in the City. Are my kids deprived because they won’t have them?

It’s me again — the person…

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It’s me again — the person who started this “ice cream, knish man, etc” topic. Just thought of something else. I remember the milk man, the Fuller Brush man, and the man who sold seltzer in big blue bottles. I remember going to the corner luncheonette (I don’t think they call them luncheonettes anymore), and buying egg creams after school. I haven’t seen one of those blue seltzer bottles in years. Several years ago, I decided to make an egg cream for my daughter (who has never seen or tasted a “real” one). I made it using Canada Dry seltzer. Wasn’t bad…but it wasn’t like I remembered. But now she’s a convert! But…she keeps asking me where the “egg” is in the egg cream. I haven’t a clue. 🙂

Growing up all the kids…

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Growing up all the kids in the neighborhood played together, boys and girls. Maybe all of us girls were tom-boys, or since that was our only option (join in or get left behind)it molded us into tom-boys! Whatever the case, “boys games” were much more fun, and us girls kept up with them in pickle, butts up, D & D, street ball, and bike races. It was great!

Girl games… we used to…

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Girl games… we used to sit in the vestibule of someone’s house and play “jacks” for hours and hours. Growing up in Pittsburgh, right in the city, not in one of the cleaner suburbs, we played in the streets everynight. Red Rover, Cigarette Tag, Freeze Tag, Can’t cross the Mississippi unless you have(a shouted color) on, then everyone would run across the street if you had that color on. Anyone remember that one?