WHITE CASTLE BURGERS WERE .10 SLICE OF PIZZA, .15 CIGARETTES, .30 MY FAVORITE TY SHOW” AMOS & ANDY” I STILL WATCH IT ONLINE. WENT TO P.S. 112 JOHN PHILIP SOUZA JR.HS 142 AND GRACE DODGE HS IF ANYONE INVENTS A TIME MACHINE, YOU KNOW, LIKE ‘BACK IN THE FUTURE’ LET ME KNOW. LOL NO JOKE BEST LOOKING CAR ’57 CHERRY RED CHEVY [MISS THAT CAR] I COULD GO ON AND ON.,MY BEST FRIEND IN EDENWALD PROJECTS WAS/IS ANA VIENTOS. ANA, WHERE ARE YOU?MISS YOU. I ALSO MISS LEONA LEWIS, ARNETHA BATTS., NORMA ROSARIO,MIRIAM VEGA,WE CALLED ‘MIMI MYRNA,LILY,YVONNE AND MARIA,FOUR SISTERS , THERE FATHER’S NAME IS LUIS.,THEY LIVED ON THE FIRST FLOOR OF ONE OF THE BIG BUILDINGS,ACROSS THE STREE FROM ME.
I grew up in the early 60’s on Lacombe Avenue in the Castle Hill Avenue projects in the Bronx. We were privilaged enough to have a skully (skelly) board neatly painted in yellow on the playground area outside. We experimented with a myriad of bottle cap types and fillers. The best “shooters” were the little white (soft) plastic prescription bottle tops. (This pre-dates child-proof caps.) Since the precription bottle caps were much lighter than metal bottle caps, we would weight each of them down with a penny and then fill the cap up to the top with candle or crayon wax. When the wax dryed, we would rub the top of the cap on the ground until it was super-smooth. The plastic precription bottle caps were the best shooters. When you would shoot one, it would ride smoothly along the ground, travel farther than a metal bottle cap, and, with the weight of the penny, it had enough weight to smash a competitor’s cap a mile away. I moved to Long Island, NY when I was 12 and miss playing skully.
i grew up on 1250 leland ave in the bronx, then on castle hill ave near the bingo hall. it was during the late 70’s- 93. i am now 30yrs old. i live now on long island. i always say i am so so happy i grew up in the bronx. no other place or time could replicate the good times i had with my 4 other siblings and friends. people just dont get that. all the street games, breakdancing, fourth of july, hanging out on the stoop from sun up to sun down, going to the corner store playing ms. pacman. teasing the old ladies sitting on the sidewalk in their lawn chairs as we rode our bikes passed them…..what a great group of kids from all nationalities…black, white, spanish,chinese and everything in between…we were one…we stuck up for eachother and looked out for one another…we were a real neighborhood. you dont see that anymore. i miss that. i just hope my son will have that experience,but somehow i doubt it…only in the bronx, kids!!!!
Ballet lessons …. Every Saturday morning, my mother would take me to the “ballet studio” where we’d darn our little pink ballet outfits, and try our best to dance to the drone of the ballet teachers voice … “and one, and two, and pirouet”…I never could stand on my toes … After the lesson was over, a group of us would go to the nearest White Castle … ; )