Hi, Until I was 7, my family lived at 3211 Park Avenue, on the corner of E. 161st. I started school at Sacred Heart in Highbridge (actually I went to the annex of Sacred Heart, St. Eugene’s) because I was too young to go to St. Angela Merici (our parish). In 1961 we moved to Pelham Bay where I lived in the “Co-op” on Hutchinson River Parkway. High School: St. Catharine Academy, Class of 71 and Lehman College, class of 75. The Bronx was a great place to grow up. We played Punchball (I was VERY good for a GIRL!) and Ring-a-levio. My brothers played stickball all the time around the corner on 163rd Street. Does anyone remember the rides that came around in the summer? My favorite was the Half Moon which rocked back and forth, higher and higher. I distinctly remember being on that ride and hearing the song “Shimmy Shimmy Coco Bop” Strange!!! When I moved to Pelham Bay, my friends and I hung out on “the corner” (Buhre and Pilgrim Avenue) outside of Joe’s Candy Store. Basically, we did nothing but hang around and drink egg creams (with a pretzel!) My friends from the corner are still my best friends although we’re scattered all over the country now. It’s fun looking back.
Hey Ted i grew up on martense & nostrand what year was that there i have older brothers and sisters i have to ask about that i remember going to the granada what a great a great neighborhood it was i went to holy cross wow do you remember the great egg creams from the candy store on church& nostrand and al’s toy store
As a Brooklyn and Queens kid of the 50’s, I have to cast a vote for the one and only ball that any repected kid would use in my neighborhoods. You bought a Spaldeen (At Uncle Milty’s Candy Store). Period. That other ball would be like using some artsy fartsy chocolate syrup for an egg cream instead of U-Bet. And nobody bought a stickball bat. I couldn’t believe when they started selling them at the local stores!
Ding a ling!!! Ding a ling!!! Ding!!!! Ding!!!!! That sound was music to our ears. Growing up in a Garden apartment complex near Queens College, that sound would cause every kid on the block to stop whatever game they were playing, and run home or call up to their window for money. I lived on the second floor and I preferred to call up for money… (no cel phones then!) “MO-OM”!!! “The icecream Man is here!!!” In gobs of white tissue, my mother would throw down the required 15 cents, and off I’d go to buy icecream from the Good Humor Man. Cola or Blue italian ices were the “hot” items of my day. Our neighborhood Good Humor man man was a tall, thin, silverhaired, mustached man named Jack, whom everyone loved. Dressed in sparkling whites, (shirt, slacks, shoes) “Jack the icecream man” would let neighborhood kids ring his bell, and ride his truck for a block or two. It was such fun, and the high point of a summer’s day! Back then, delivery men were on a first name basis with their customers …. We had Jack the icecream man, Louie the eggman, and Milt the Milkman …
Does anyone remember a candy bar called “Lunch Bar”? I think that’s the name but I could be wrong. The same luncheonette where I bought my weekly egg creams sold a little chocolate bar wrapped in a green and red wrapper. I remember that is was only 3 cents instead of the usual 5 cents that most candy bars cost. I had to make my weekly $1.50 allowance stretch — after I bought a few Superman, Flash, Green Lantern and Archie comics, there wasn’t much left. After the luncheonette closed down, I never saw the “lunch bar” again.
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. 🙂