We had a pet parakette in our apartment, one day the bird really said,FRANKIE….TOMMY! True story,mom yelled out the window so much the bird picked it up.
That calling out,reminds me about another term,after school we would say to a friend “ILL CALL FOR YA”. Anyone else remember this. QUEENS,BELLROSE,AND GLEN OAKS,1950’S AND 1960’S
How I remember “calling out”! This was on Frank St. in North Olmsted, Ohio in the 50s. We had lots of kids on the street and everyone did this in a singsong manner. We were always outdoors, going back & forth to each other’s houses, playing on the street and in yards. Sometimes we’d just lie on the grass and look at clouds, or try to find 4-leaf clovers.
How ironic to see these posts…I was born in 1940 and grew up in Conn. As a kid I remember being called from the back porch for dinner or whatever. After getting married and living in Va in the early 70’s we lived on a cul-de-sac and remember calling my kids for dinner…knowing they were within ear shot of my calls and being summertime, the kids were always outside playing…not like kids today who stay inside too much during summer….Thanks for the wonderful posts as it brought back fond memories of my childhood and growing up.
In Fort Greene Projects that all you heard. Especially when dinner time rolled by. There were six in my family but mom only called the first four older ones. the two youngest we had to watch went without saying. so it was like a song, my mom started from the oldest to the youngest, I was third. But it went like this. Sandra, mercedita, Pamela,Perla,come to eat. If i was starving i was already on my way upstairs to get a seat at the table and be the first one served, of course thats because dad was working otherwise he would be first. oh the good old days. …
eyah i’ll call out!!!this is henry iron man tifa calling out any wanna be handball players to come to castle hill park st. raymonds 127 so you can lose your money to me and my great partner cisco (double dragon) so b there or b square
MY DAD USED TO DO THE “CALLING OUT” FOR SUPPER EVERYNIGHT IN NICE WEATHER IN FAIRVIEW IN JERSEY IN THE 40S. WE LIVED IN AN APARTMENT ON THE CORNER OF A MAIN STREET AND A DEAD END STREET. ALL THE KIDS PLAYED ON THE DEAD END STREET.AT 5 O’CLOCK ON THE NOSE DAD WOULD BELLOW OUT THE WINDOW “RAY-MOND!!!” AND I WOULD HAVE TO BREAK OFF FROM WHAT EVER WE WERE PLAYING AND HIGH TAIL IT FOR HOME AND SUPPER. IT REALLY WASN’T EMBARRASING THOUGH BECAUSE ALL THE KIDS PARENTS DID THE SAME THING, YOU’D HERE “ELLEN!!!” OR “RONALD!!!” OR CHARLIE!!!” AND THAT WENT ON EVERY NIGHT. A GUY COULD SET HIS WATCH BY WHO EVER WAS GETTING CALLED FOR DINNER. THANKS, RAY RILEY
My mother’s “calling out” became a thorn in my side, one that my mother never grew out of. It began from a second story garden apartment in Queens,(where I grew up), and I was called up for a variety of things: “D-I-N-N-E-R! P-H-O-N-E-C-A-L-L!”, “E-D S-U-L-L-I-V-A-N I-S O-N!” As I grew older, these “calling outs” of my mother’s, escalated to the next level, and she brought them with her into various department and book stores. Not having her trusty window with her, my mother would invariably wonder off to look at something, lose me in the process, and then page me. When I turned 43 (gulp!) I decided that I’d had enough! So ….. On A recent trip to K-mart, wondering through the plant isle, I realized that I was in a one way conversation with myself. My mother had done it again. Poof! she had disappeared. I knew in a manner of 5 minutes or so, my name would be announced, and ALL of K-Mart would hear it. I ran over to the toy department, and picked up an item. As I heard my name, I rushed over to the nearest cashier, and made my purchase. I took my mother’s arm, and escorted her outside, where I presented her with own megaphone. She laughed. After a recent trip to Macy’s with my son, I called my mother on the phone and asked: “Remember that megaphone I bought you in K-mart? Could I borrow it?” My mother laughed. …
Wow, does that bring back vivid memories! I can still hear Mary Geary screaming at the top of her lungs “Oh, Car – ol”, from our front walk after school everyday. These days, it would probably be viewed as strange or rude, but in the 60’s in my neighborhood (the suburbs of Buffalo), it was standard procedure.
HaHa,, And Every Mom used to seem to sing it out of their window or on the stoop calling for their kid.. Seems like the gals Mom’s had a nice tune, but the boy’s were more like a Yell..