Looking Down Grand Street at Junior Four.
Seasons and schoolyears may come and go endlessly onward
but nothing will ever change the good feeling my memories
of this place give me. My favorite of all.
Oh Junior Roll up that Score......:)
3 years ago
Monday, November 14, 2011
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MACK: I REMEMBER WAITING IN LINE NEAR THE FENCE TO GO SWIMMING THERE IN THE SUMMER. IT WAS A NUDE AFFAIR FOR THE BOYS.
I could never figure out why but remember someone saying it had to do with threads clogging the filter? Trenton High and the YMCA both.
Skip
We used to sneak into the Y in the winter.
Hi Joe & Skip. The pool guy in summer pronounced my first name
MOIKE LOL
And hence forth we shall refer to you as such .. :)
Kind of an answer to the pool question:
There was supposed to be a person checking for sores or open wounds as well as showering before entering.
The filters would be clogged by the first woolen suits that were more like t-shirts and shorts combined.
At any rate that had to be about the worst .. who in the heck would want that on a resume?
skip
I lived just 1 block from Jr.4 on Virginia Ave. and attended '56-'59.
Things have changed soooo much since I was a kid.
1. Though we all swam nude, I never heard or saw anything that was suspect.
2. Bullies were there as long as they weren't called out. I had a go to with one of my bullies on the block in an open field by our houses. We ended up finally wrestling in a chicken coop with no winner. We became friends. By the way, many neighbors were standing on their porches cheering us on.
I could ride my bike all over Trenton and my Mom wasn't worried.
4.We could run/walk to the Boy's Club after dark without Mom or Dad getting crazy.
I'll keep it short, but I wish our young people could experience the great times we had growing up.
Bob Reck
I lived just 1 block from Jr.4 on Virginia Ave. and attended '56-'59.
Things have changed soooo much since I was a kid.
1. Though we all swam nude, I never heard or saw anything that was suspect.
2. Bullies were there as long as they weren't called out. I had a go to with one of my bullies on the block in an open field by our houses. We ended up finally wrestling in a chicken coop with no winner. We became friends. By the way, many neighbors were standing on their porches cheering us on.
I could ride my bike all over Trenton and my Mom wasn't worried.
4.We could run/walk to the Boy's Club after dark without Mom or Dad getting crazy.
I'll keep it short, but I wish our young people could experience the great times we had growing up.
Bob Reck
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