Some of these posts are nostalgic now,1998,1999.Its 2009 !
Called a sliding pond in queens too.Also we had big kid swings, they had slippery stainless steel seats and no chains,just long bars with loops on them,hooked together,and these where really long swings ,very high. They were on cement,and remember kids slipping off them all the time. And kids walking past and getting clobbered when a swing came down on them. Monkey bars on cement too!Thank god city parks had first aid then.Cement pools with sprinklers in them,the pool never filled up,you ran into each other,everyone closed there eyes running into the strong water spraying.When the water wasnt on it was a dodgeball area,more first aid!!!!We all made it through these cement parks.
Queens,Bellerose,glen oaks,PS186 1950’S 1960’S.Finding lost balls after the park closes.We had Creedmore Farm on the side of our school park.I would climb the really high fence,and enter the farm to get all the lost balls.A big great dane dog was allways at the old farm house,so you had to be fast and fill your pockets with balls,which would pop out as you climbed back over.Why didnt i just throw a bunch over the fence?We where allways worried someone from CREEDMORE HOSPITOL escaped and was loose in the farm.
ANYONE HERE REMEMBER THE YARD? RIGHT BY THE 4 TOWERS IN QUEENS BETWEEN MARATHON PARKWAY AND LILLTE NECK PARKWAY? THE TOWN WAS CALLED DEEPDALE/BEECH HILLS. TO THIS DAY WE STILL FIGHT ABOUT WHICH SPOT HAD THE BEST LOOKING BABES. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON’T KNOW THERE IS A WEBSITE. IT’S AT WWW.BEECHHILLS.HOMESTEAD.COM/ IF ANYONE REMEMBERS THE YARD TAKE A LOOK AT THE WEBSITE. YOU WILL SEE FACES YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IN 40 YEARS. DENNIS GORME
At my elementary school, Jessie Beck, numerous classmates and friends of mine and I played handball. We’d choose a wall that wasn’t being played on and just start the game. The moves had wierd names like treetop; waterfall; black magic; baby(ies); beamer; white magic; black magic; wizard; around the world; rainbow; and, of course, butt crack. (Butt cracks were when the ball would hit the crack where the wall met the floor). Butt cracks usually made babies, little bounces, that usually took you out of the game almost atomatically. But that’s if you couldn’t get to the ball fast enough. It was so much fun to play that I’ve passed the game onto other people who don’t know how to play the game. Until now.
Just had to throw my two cents in. I hung on mostly in Kelly Park and Melet Park, we called it Mellow Park (Remember how kids like to rename stuff) they were both in Brooklyn, Midwood, Sheepshead Bay and Ave U. area. Anyway, it was rubber matts under the swings, slides and monkey bars, the hardest damn rubber I have ever felt. Laid right on top of the CMent. Only thing it did was cut down on how bad your knees got skinned. Only helped a little cause you could still get bloody. We used to do the flying acts off the top arch of the swing, 20 feet high on to a fence, just like spider man, which is what we called it. Crazy Eddies were when you would pop the swing from under foot and the seat would swing over the bar holding it… Loved doing that one, less chance of being hurt like when you would do a “Spider-Man” I miss the old swings. Don’t see any steel cover swings anymore. The are all those rubber ones that pinch your ass in the seat. No wonder kids stay home and play video games. Playgrounds are lacking in Play these days. Man am I old. …
If anyone knows the whereabout of my childhood and young adult friend Kelly Kevin Murphy, who used to live in the Cypress Hills projects of East New York Brooklyn, until a move to Drew St., his childhood best friend Eric Vaughan would love to hear from him before we all pass into shadows. I noticed at Classmates.com many of our small gang of friends have survived. I’d like to think he did as well. …
Now;do you remember the lead bottom can you had to scrath off before you could pick up the johnny pump water,Chaulk was a given,to be used on sidewalks or placed in an old sock to hit somebody with.(now)this is all illegal—————Roof top tag many a friend died missing that roof,Parachuting across the tops of elevators in buildings,hitching a ride on the back of a city bus with iron roller skates,Tree tag only in the trees not on the ground,OH-BOY thank the Lord we are all alive. Danny Boy
I remember summers in my neighborhood and how we couldn’t wait for school to get out so we could spend all our time at the park! The park on the conduit in South Ozone Park was our place! Boy we really had fun there! We did everything there, we played handball until the wee hours of the morning when we were teenagers, we could sit on the benches and play chess or checkers on those tables that had the boards set right in them, I thought that was the coolest thing, you didn’t need to bring anything to the park just your bike and friends! I now live in Arizona and have lived in Utah for years and the first time I saw a park in Utah I thought how strange it was that there were no parks like we had and I felt sad that the kids were missing alot of fun! I long for those hot summer days sometimes when life was easier and all that concerned us was a good Pensy-Pinkie or spalding and if we could get to the park before the big guys so we could get a court.I loved growing up in New York and wouldn’t trade it for the world!
On Manhattan’s West Side (65 Street),it was the “slidin’ pon,” hide and go seek was “hine go seek.” Anyone remember iron tag? City kids were independent and seldom bored. There was always something going on. We entertained ourselves.