Anyone remember Louie’s on Nostrand Avenue,near Glenwood Road, close to the Junction? The library was nearby and a fur place … what the hell was it’s name — Mitchell’s??? Louie and his wife, Bea, worked their butts off in a hard business, literally working for pennies and putting up with bratty kids like us. Thanks to Milky Ways,Three Musketeers and too many egg creams, I put on mucho weight. Best wishes to the crowd from Vanderveer Estates.
I grew up on E40th between Farragut and Glenwood and so did my dad and all his brothers..we went to PS 198 but they went off to St Vincents..we all went to the park for the sprinklers and to smash bottles in the big playing field and to watch the serious athletes on the basketball courts. He remembers the pool before Pathmark – I only remember the store, but he claims it cost a dime to get in and his parents couldn’t afford it!
Ok here go’s… there is NOT one mention about all the balls that were split down the seam, right in half. Why is that? How many times can you remember blasting the crap out of either ball & splitting it in half? I also remember before I was old enuff to play with the older guys, I would always pick up the half balls that were laying around the park & squeezing them on my face (cheek), or tricep so that it would form a suction & stay there only to leave quite a red blotch mark, as you can imagine. All in all, there was no better feeling than ripping into a Spaldeen with the whip action of a stickball bat and blasting the ball into orbit over the roof of a building in the GLENWOOD PROJECTS, in Brooklyn NY. PERIOD!!! Ahhhhh, those were the days…………
I also grew up in the Glenwood projects, 1952-1962 and I remember the “big kids” running around all night playing ringaleavio but I never knew what the hell they were doing. They were all over the place. I guess there was a jail somewhere. We moved before I became “old enough” to play, tho it seems to me it was all boys playing. What ARE the rules???