Remember the name of the Marshmellow cookies with a marshmellow stuffed between two vanilla wafers?? Those were my favorite.. Let me know if you don’t remember..
Now your really going back some.!…. Flushing N.Y…..(1951 or 2).. Got my first “two wheeler” for a quarter and some “Wings” picture cards. Ah yeah,…”A 28inch Columbia with no fenders, chain-guard,.. and most of one pedal missing…..” Could`nt wait to get home from school so I could push it,….. (without loosing my balance along the way and falling over)…. to a deep depression in in the street,…(usually alongside a sewer) on one of the four street corners…After three or four attempts and some “skinned elbows” you could (push off) enough to get started. Could`nt reach the seat and pedal`s at the same time so ya just…. “pumped” …..up and down the street for hours till Mom called for supper..By that time,…… those Dad`s who had cars were home from work,… it was real hard to find a “high curb” to get off,.. most of the time ya found a grassy area, (that the neighborhood dog had`nt found) and just laid it over..trying to hop off before you hit the ground. Sometimes it worked…… then there were the other times…. You were in such a hurry you completly `forgot` about changing your “New School pants”,. no matter how high ya had em rolled they always managed to get caught and ripped in the “Greasy Chain”….Another nite with no supper…How I missed the Tomato soup and toasted cheese Sandwich`s!!
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?
Ruby the Knishman was more popular than any president, in Brooklyn in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. I knew him in Canarsie as a youth. He was all over the place! For an in-depth dedication to this fine man, please go to http://www.angelfire.com/co/cascole/ruby.html
I my first two wheel bike was a black Schwinn Typhoon. It was a regular bike (not a Stingray) and had 20″ Wheels. It came with training wheels. Somehow I managed to lose a training wheel and thats how I learned to ride a two wheeler. I think for several weeks I rode leaning to one side until I eventually learned to do it. My parents later converted the bike to a Stingray because that is what every other kid was riding. It had a white banana seat, Stingray handlebars and a Sissy bar on the back.
I grew up in a cluster of garden apts in Ridgefield, NJ and recall the ice cream man, the milk man who brought bottled milk with cream on the top to the wooden (and later aluminum boxes) outside our back doors, the Fuller brush men who came by once in a while, the bakery guy (can’t remember the name) who had fantastic cupcakes (you could roll off the top chocolate icing and eat it separately) and also the guy who sharpened knifes and scissors who came by periodically.