Ive read alot of the differant posts here,and alot of us all played the same or variations of the same games,but alot of posts mention smells after a rain,and warm city nights,hot endless summer days,sounds up on a fire escape.The haze on the streets,steam from manholes. This was the other half of our lives,our sences have a memory too. A sound or scent from our past can transport you to childhood for a minute,i love getting those minutes,and search for them when ever i can.
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.
I grew up on Gun Hill Rd halfway between Jerome Ave and Webster Ave. Lived in Norwood(we didnt call it that back then) from 1960 to 1971.A perfect neighborhood to be born into.Leaving as an eleven year old for Southern California was heartbreaking. We played Stickball in the schoolyards of PS94. Fastpitch-box on the wall style. The spaldeen was the ball of choice over the soft and wussy pensie pinky. Does anyone remember splitting a spaldeen when hitting an “eggie” and putting the halves on your elbows? Arrived in Los Angeles suburb of Encino in summer of 1971 and promptly found out that kids had no idea what stickball or spaldeens were. What an underpriviledged culture. All we had were swimming pools,golf courses, and movie stars for neighbors. lol. I wanted the Bronx back. If I could turn the clock back I would still want the bronx back.Money doesn’t buy happiness:for me it was the bronx culture that made me rich. Bill from Gun Hill
I was thinking the same as you were Dave S. I remember growing up in NYC and all we would do was play Skully. The funny thing about it is about two weeks ago, I was at my parents home and we actually brought up the conversation of playing skully as kids, as I try to explain to my wife (who is originally from California) the rules of the game. My most favorite memory was: this one summer in Prospect Park, they had a Skully tournament, that yes, I did win. The prize, an official fold up Skully board. That I unfortunately and regretably lost. I am going to have to make one and show my kids how its done.
i dont know if you guys follow this website anymore. I see that the last post was four years ago. But I felt compelled to leave a message I lived in Florida Orlando/Tampa/ Miami. I am about 31 now but when I was about 10 years old my cousins from NY introduced me to the game one summer. And it wasnt long before the whole neighborhood was addicted. anyhow thought I would leave my little story to let you guys know that this game made its way down to sunny south florida. later
Riverdale @ 256th St. is where I was raised. I lived just up the hill from PS 81 on Riverdale Ave. We had lots of kids my age living there – I can’t imagine growing up anywhere else being better! Later I attended JHS 141. I hung out at the Neighborhood House on Mosholu Ave. and had a pass to the pool every summer. Winters I had a pass to Kelton’s ice skating rink by 234th St. & Broadway – Cortland Park area. If you continued West on 256th toward the Hudson, there was a monastery. They gave me a scapula – many there took a vow of silence. I had a friend, Steve Talerico, and when I met another Talerico years later, I mentioned knowing him. He told me it’s a common name. He said Steven Tyler (Aerosmith) was originally a Talerico. In 1999 when I got my computer I looked up his bio – he lived in the next building. We used to put up signs that there would be a carnival, then we’d make up games of skill where for a small sum you could play and possibly win one of our old toys. We’d also take what appeared to us to be unused & unwanted carriages and dismantle them to make gravity powered go-carts. One day, Robert Kennedy was in a parade on Riverdale Ave. & I followed his vehicle to a retirement home in the rural looking parts down the hill toward the river. I snuck in thru bushes, walked right up to him, handed him my pink, zippered, autograph book, filled with pages of “Yours ’til Niagra Falls” type signatures from my classmates, handed him the book, and he signed it! There were many wooded areas, lots of BIG rocks like the Adirondacks. One such was a 30ft tall (at least) single smooth outcropping on Riverdale Ave. that was dynomited and carted away when I was young to make way for a shopping plaza. And there was a Magic Shop filled with so much stuff you could barely squeeze thru. All the games I’ve read about here I played – seemingly forever. I was outside as much as possible. I now bike & kayak a lot, but I rarely see kids out, it’s mostly people my age doing these things. Geeze, sometimes instead of going to the Neighborhood House pool – I’d walk to the river & swim there. Now even the public pools where I live are almost devoid of life. One by one they’re closing. Nice site this Streetplay – brings me back!
Several years ago, I was trying to explain the game of skully (skullies) to my wife, when I came upon this site. I told my brother and sisters about it, and haven’t been back here since. Recently, we were talking about other games we played in the city (Bronx) and we all remembered the game SLUGS. We never knew it as any other name, no one on the block called it Chinese Handball, Ace-King-Queen, etc. It was always known by us, and everyone around the block, as SLUGS. We lived and played this game around 181 St., on Valentine Ave, and over at P.S. 9/115, which isn’t even called that anymore (damn, imagine that, they changed our school names). Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s been 30 years since I lived and played in the Bronx. Can’t tell you how much I miss playing stickball, and off-the-point (stoop-ball), off-the-wall and skullies (we use to take the school chairs into the hallway or stairs where they had those big iron grids covering the radiators, the grids just the right size to pop the metal chair slide off the bottom of the chairs – which we all know kicked ass over the bottle cap tops, or the bottle rings tops). And then there was kick-the-can, Ringoleavio, and on a hot summer day, we open up those fire hydrants and use a can with the lid removed on both ends to direct volumes of arching water all over… damn, it was great. Anyway… just wanted to share, and will be forwarding this forum to my brother and sisters so that they too can be assured, we weren’t fooling ourselves… it was called SLUGS.
I played as at summer camp, in the late 90s, so jacks has NOT yet gone out of style. We played with 10 jacks. we did onesies up to 10, and we played with strict rules, no moving any other jacks, no horse before carriage (such as, picking up the 2 before the 8 on eightsies, etc.), and even no moving your butt off the ground. After tensies was a level called lollipop, and then we had to descend down from 10. After that we did 3 tricksies (such as cherries in a basket, cracking the egg, no bouncies, double bounce, squeezing the lemon, etc.), and then 3 flipsies in a row without dropping anything. The person who finished first was the winner. One girl in my bunk was amazing, I remember she once did it all in one turn. My whole bunk was obsessed with jacks. We would play it everywhere and anywhere we could. When I worked as a counselor, I would teach it to my campers and they loved it too. It is definitely a timeless game.