At 80 I look back happily at my girlhood in the North Bx.(E.223St and Paulding Ave.) Is the Ann Hutchinson Elementary School still in existence.? PS 78? What has become of the little girls with whom I stoop-sat hour after hour? And what about the boys ? All solid, mature , grandfathers,having survived World War 2.I’d much rather think about the endless hours of ringolevia and watching them steal icechips from the iceman’s truck when he left to deliver blocks of ice to his customers, Annette
Wow, people who remember Skully! Just for the record, I remember playing the game in the early 60s, probably about 1965 in Brooklyn. We lived in a dead-end kind of street (St. John’s Place) near the Botanical Gardens, so cars weren’t too much of a problem. As I remember it, only bottle caps were allowed. We called it Skully. The start point was well away from the first box. For some reason I think we referred to using the finger-flick (middle or index finger against thumb) that propelled the cap as “binking.” All the caps I remember were made with crayons on the radiators, although I do remember Mom helping us by creating a double-boiler set-up on the stove to melt wax–she did it, of course, to avoid the waxy mess we’d make on the floors. The other (even messier) method was to fill the cap with crayon chips and then balance it on a hot desk lamp. We always drew the board with chalk. The board was about 5X7 feet. At the end you became a “killer.” We also had the three hits to get someone out and the rule about getting stuck in the center box, but I’m a bit hazy about the rules. This sure brings back memories, though. Does anyone remember “pensapinkies?” did everybody call those squashy pink stickball balls by that name? I think they actually were “Pennsylvania Pinkies.” Speaking of getting Mom angry, to make stickball bats we always cut off somebody’s broom and taped the cut end with black electrician’s tape. Somebody mentioned “Coco-Leavy-o.” Somehow I remember it as just “Cocoleo” but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. Help! Now I live in Tokyo, where nobody has any idea what I’m talking about when it comes to street games. Thanks for the memories
What about “chips” on the ball. I think we argued more about who owed who a new spaldeen after one either split or was hit further (or to some forbidding spot)than anyone cared to chase, than whether a pitch was a strike or whether a ball that landed on the sewer was a single double or what. It’s great that the spaldeen is back, though I’ve yet to find a place selling it here in Baltimore.