I remember some kids made a little ramp out of
a cinder block and a piece of wood where you could
drive your bike over a puddle in a lot around the
corner on Hewitt Street. It was fun to do but looking
back on it, it was a bit dangerous. There were no
bike helmet laws in our day.
I remember building card-houses out of now valuable
baseball cards that I threw away:)
I remember the sad face of a neighborhood girl
as her nice chalk hopscotch drawing on the sidewalk
was washed away by a summer rain storm. (Yes,
tragic things sometimes happened in da Burg) ..:))
I remember one Christmas someone got a YoYo as a
gift. My Dad messed with it briefly, then did all
these cool tricks with it! I guess a YoYo is like
riding a bike ; Once you learn it you don't forget
how to do it:)
3 years ago
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Mack: I remember having the old type scooter, using foot power to get around. When I belonged to the Boys Club on Beatty St. we use to play handball. They used one of those prison balls, you threw in the air and hit it with your fist, just like baseball, had fun did not need all that equipment.
Mack and Joe Z,
Handball was the big game at Harrison School, too. Some kids could knock the prison balls over the fire escape.
We called them prison balls, too, probably because every now and then we found one that made it over the wall down on Cass St.
Did you ever play "tag" on the fire escapes at Harrison?
Bill: I remember the fire escapes and playing on them at times, they had a fire escape on the Boys Club Building also. I still remember the iceman, waffle man and ice cream trucks all night long in the summer on Home Ave.
Hi Joe&SJ
We had scooters too. My Ma paid for them or paritally paid for them
with S&H Greenstamps:)
They were cool!
I remember Bomb Pops from the
Good Humor Ice Cream Truck.
Fire escapes were cool !
Mack and Bill: I might be mistaken was there a pizza guy that drove around at night also. I'm sure Barb P. would know for sure. Just joking Barb. We also played flashlight tag at night.
The waffle truck was the best! He had his own big bell that he rang -- like a cableor trolley car bell.
Then there was the blind fellow with the music machine. He was lead around by a couple kids. The Emde brothers, Joe and John, had that gig one summer. He parked in front of Gliba's when there was no Hungarian music playing.
While all this was going on, we could ID every car that passed by make, model and year and looked forward to the new cars from Detroit every year.
SJBill, you remember the blind Hurdy-Gurdy brothers...wow, told people about them and they thought I was nuts, 'cause they never heard of a Hurdy-Gurdy. Actually, they used to scare me and so did the hurdy gurdy (all black and creepy. Scarey things only happened in the movies, at the Broad Theater on Saturday afternoons.
Joe Z...don't remember the pizza guy, but do remember the french fry guy. Came around in a truck with a bell, put the french fries in colored tissue paper made into a cone. Hot, fresh and greasy, with lots of salt. Mmmmmmmm
Joe Z and SJBill...never played on the fire escape at Harrison, I was a monkey-bar girl. Besides, our front steps to our 2nd floor apartment WAS the fire escape, and it's still there.
SJBill...my husband, son and I go to the Car Show in Wildwood every year. I can still tell you make, model and year of the oldies, but not the boring stuff out there now, all looks alike (except for the 'Vette).
Barb,
I though we called it a hurdy gurdy, too. I looked up hurdy gurdys on the web and they look nothing like what we saw. It was like a music box on steroids being dragged around on a rickshaw.
Thanks for your memories of that.
BTW, the Emde brothers lived at Division St and Rusling St., just a block from Count Felix's place.
Henry Emde 800 Division Street:)
remember the hurdy gurdy guys..they always seem to appear around dinner time at our house..we would run outside and enjoy their music(?) and give them a few pennies,
WOW forgot about the hurdy gurdy guys, but do you remember the Hokie Pokie truck.. today the call it Italian ice... LOL and I bet I can top you all. (because I do be OLD..LOL) who remembers the rag man, riding thru the alley with the horse and buggy... my mom used to follow the horse with a bucket and shovel to get fertilizer for her roses.... got to hand it to the old Hungarians, they wont pay for any crap if they can get it for free.
how about Sander's on the corner of S Broad Y Beatty, they had the best ice cream sundaes, cherry cokes.. we used to go there every Sunday after the 9 am mass at StStephens. the usual thing was either an egg salad on toast or a grilled cheese and cokes... for like about 50 cents... Sydney Sanders was sort of strange, but "mom" Sanders was totally wild would yell and scream... but they did have good food..
My dad, God rest him, always call italian ice or snow cones, "hokey pokey". I guess he used the term because of the guy in the truck. I remember him vaguely...due to the "ice headache" he always brought with him, but it was root beer, so it was OK
My guy in the 50's was the blind alto sax player that usually came around Beatty St on Sunday afternoons...played while walking and tapping with his cane!
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