79 Barricklo Street, Hamilton.
One block from Lalor Street.
Once upon a time this was Gombo's Grocery:)
Owner: Geza Gombo:)
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12 comments:
We Jr 4 kids spent a lot of time "down the swamps" doing all manner of things. We used to ice skate from the tracks at Sturgey and worked our way through to White City Lake, occasionally breaking through the thin ice of warm springs into hip deep mud. ;-)
One of the access points to our local wilderness was behind Lalor School. We began by exploring the big drain pipe at the back end of the school (like a cave), and then we began exploring the swamps themselves.
I am certain we used this market to get sodas and snacks before and after our "expeditions".
What us kids used to get into! That was growing up in the 50s and 60s!
SJBill...we weren't any worse for the wear, and have a lot of great memories too. What are todays kids going to remember about their childhood when they're our age?
Yes I walked in the drainpipes
of white city too:)))
Didnt know I was continuing
a Burg tradition:)
I am very pleased.
SJBILL...remember the cat-walk bridge over the Sturgey? Walked down from Cass along the rr tracks with neighborhood friends..teddy wood, walt szul, adam mazur. I had a quartermaster tent that I got from my uncle, we would pitch it and "camped out" for the day.
Saxman,
We walked or rode bikes to "the dumps" via Hewitt Ave, then down the hill on the dirt road. We used to hunt rats down there in the hospital dumpings.
Sturgey was just past what were the dumps. The pond was littered with old steel cable spools, that you could sit on when the water froze in the winter.
I used to go down with Walt Pabers, Joe Feyti, John Bloking and many other kids from the area.
IIRC, the catwalks followed the two rows of high tension wires, about a half mile further "down the tracks".
I used to be able to ride my bike down the two plank wide catwalk, except for one time. Splash! Mud!
Then there was the "Wiggle Bridge", two parallel cables across a wide stream -- that we shook like heck when somebody else was crossing. ;-)
I remember White City Lake well. As a kid in the '50's we would go there all the time. Ice skate, fish, etc. I remember going to the swamp and popping off .22 short cal from an old rifle. Barb P you're right, the kids today aren't even allowed out of the house. Now that's a great memory. If they walked down to the swamp with a rifle they would wind up in jail, hell, if they even draw a picture of a gun they're expelled and possibly jailed.
Welcome bleeding hearts, political correctness and BIG BROTHER.
Bob Reck
Bob,
.22s? Small change! ;-)
We camped with shotguns, .45s and 30-30s. Never knwo when you'd run into a duck or deer.
We moved out further into the swap with eachpassing year. Remember the old brickyards, about 3/4s the way to Bordentown by way of the tracks? There wasa tidal pool there that held some really nice catfish.
There was also a tributary just at the bend of the river way below Duck Island. We camped there all the time. It was only accessible by boat.
We caught some huge channel cats in the river using "sun ripened" pork liver from Rocky Marval's slaughterhouse, or half a "sun ripened" herring. -- night fishing. Our fave spots were just upstream of the Marine Terminal from land, or above the mouth of Crosswisk's Creek down Bordentown, by boat.
SJBill, Sounds like you guys were loaded for bear. Weren't those great times with great friends that last a lifetime.
Bob Reck
SJBill,
I also went to Jr.4. Did youy go to THS ane what years were you there.
Bob Reck rhreck@optonline.net
You are so right Bob R...when my son was in grammar school, out here in No Hanover, he was being picked on by a bully. I told him "when you get out of school, punch his lights out, you have to make the bully cry". He said "mom I'll be expelled". I guess we handled things different in the Burg. Bleeding hearts, political correctness and Big Brother and it's just going to get worse.
We settled our disputes in box cars parked on the tracks. Two guys with problems went in...and the winner of the argument came out first...always standing up. I learned fast during my first "encounter"...NO RULES...I got hammered while taking off my jacket..and it hurt big time (and the last time).
When I was in St Anthonys HS, one of the girls came up to me in the ladies room and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I had better stop going out with Italian boys, because I wasn't Italian. Waited til cheerleading practice was over, drug her between the bushes that surrounded the flag pole and tied her long black Italian hair around the pole. The next day, after they cut her off the flagpole, she had a nice short haircut, and I never had a problem again. That's how we solved things. Thank God for "omerta", even tho I wasn't Italian.
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