Every guy in his sixties will tell you that he once had a baseball card collection that would be worth a fortune today. Baseball cards were either flipped, with your opponent having to match exactly the number of heads and tails you flipped, or they were tossed from behind a line with the object being to get your card closest to the wall. A “leaner” by your opponent, where the card rested against the wall, was nearly unbeatable unless you could knock it down with your tossed card. Hard to imagine today but we did this for hours on end.
I can't remember the last time I saw a kid play with a yo-yo. These wooden toys on a string were so popular during the fifties that the Duncan Yo-Yo Company would send experts to local neighborhoods to do tricks like walk the dog, around the world, and rock the cradle. I can do these tricks to this day...it's on my resume. Wooden spinning tops that used string for propulsion were another favorite. Just 15 cents to buy, the tops were wound around with string and then thrown. With just the right flick of the wrist, you could make them spin forever. Being ruthless Brooklyn kids,we would try to throw our tops so that the metal point split the other kids’ tops. Nice, huh.
Last, and certainly not least, there was marbles. There were many game variations, but all were played in the street. Marbles had names like cat's eyes, pips, jumbos and clearies. If something in the street blocked your shot, you took a "roundsies" moving your marble in an arc around the obstruction.It wasn’t enough to win the other kid’s marble, we actually placed side bets. (Hey, it was Brooklyn.)
Some of the more entreprising lads would cut holes of graduated sizes into the bottom edge of a shoe box. Then players would try to roll their marbles from about six feet away into one of the holes. If you rolled your marble into the largest hole, you won five marbles, the medium hole earned 10, and the smallest hole was the jackpot....25 marbles. It was our neighborhood equivalent of Caesar's Palace.
Being poor wasn't an excuse to sit around waiting for someone to amuse us. We didn't have much, but we made the most of what we had.
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6 comments:
Yeah in the south bronx we had plenty of them. Man I’d pay good money for an original Spaldeen ...!
Spaldeen was great for punch ball.
SPALDEEN WAS GREAT FOR PUNCH BALL. SOME OF THE GUYS COUD HIT IT 8 SOURCES
Son-of-a gun, I ain't seen a carpet gun since the early 1960's when I was a kid. We built them a bit different as we used a longer straight piece of wood and mounted the clip cloths pin on top, held on with rubber bands. It was a rifle version and easier to aim. Same principal though. We'd dig through trash cans for old tossed out linoleum to tear into pieces for ammo.
This was in Brooklyn's Bush Terminal section. P.O. Box 32, before zip codes.
I found your blog after my Dad, who grew up in Harlem in the late 50s-60s, shared some childhood stories with me for the first time, ever! Thanks for your blog it is a treasure trove of lost memories. I am definitely sharing it with him.
What about Johnny rides the Pony or Ringaleaveo, Hit the Stick, boxball and a real skilled game half-ball (we cut spalding in half)
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