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1590 West 8th Street, in Brooklyn, was the apartment house address I remember. Apartment 2J, I think. I was about 5 when I was enrolled in school -- not Public School -- but Yeshiva Ohel Moshe. This gave me a heads up when I transferred to Public School and entered 1st grade, at age 6 with 7-year old classmates. Simultaneously I attended Hebrew School -- Mr. Bardashevsky (or something like that) -- Mr. B. taught us Hebrew, Torah, praying, and Jewish Law, all in preparation for Bar Mitzvah -- which is another story, soon to be added. I remember a few friends -- by name only during those formative years; Bob Cohen who lived on west 10th, Alan Mandelbaum (who years later went to fight for Israel's independence). Bob Livingston, guys named Ronnie, Silvio, Ken, Paul Sub and others. I belonged to the neighborhood club -- The Dominoes. We had purple and white satin jackets with our Domino "logo" and name embroidered thereon. How cool was that. Played a lot of basketball -- mostly pickup games at the local school gym or park. Had tournaments and fared mostly average. Played a lot of handball -- the real "black ball" kind as well as "red ball" Spalding kind. Other games: Hide and Go Seek; Countries; Ringalevio -- Ringalevio is a variation of Hide and Seek. There are two teams, runners and chasers. Chasers stand inside a circle, eyes closed counting to 100 while the runners hide in area. The chasers begin to hunt and when a runner is caught, the chaser shouts "ringalevio" and the runner is taken to base. The idea is to capture all runners but a speedy runner can save his friends by stepping inside the circle (without being caught). When all runners are captured change sides. -- Stoop Ball; Touch Football; various types of Marbles (or Immies); Jack Knife; Box Ball; Cards (flipping baseball cards). I'll think of more and add them in. We had two movie theaters within walking distance: the Highway on Kings Highway, and the Marlboro on Avenue O. My grandmother used to give me empty milk bottles which I would redeem at the grocery store and use the money received for a ticket to the show on Saturday afternoons. At one time we (can't remember who all the "we" were) had a "Club Room" in someone's basement. No TV then, radio and record player perhaps, but don't remember anything special about it other than it was a place to go and hang out. If you want/need to reach me, email me at: stan@stanleymsiegel.com just click on the address. |
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