Grown-ups could never stop telling me what it was like when they were young, which always made me feel grateful that I wasn’t alive back then. They didn’t have television, so they had to listen to the radio, or read dull novels about horses and office workers and Californians. Even comic books tried to shove philosophical lessons down everyone’s throat with titles like Crime Does Not Pay and Justice Traps the Guilty. Movies were in black and white and had no talking, and the actors all moved around really fast and hit each other over the head with canes. Little boys dressed like forty-year-old men, and sold newspapers on the corner six days a week. On Sundays they played with hoops that they rolled along the street with sticks, the worst toy ever invented and a pointless activity designed just to keep children outside and as far away from home as possible. I wondered how people managed to avoid losing their minds.
In comparison, our lives were non-stop fun. It was the Golden Age of television and we had six stations, each brimming with top-notch shows, such as The Real McCoys and Hullabaloo. Technically, there was a seventh channel — thirteen – but it was educational, about as entertaining as watching dust accumulate, and served only as a shortcut when we wanted to change from channel two back to channel eleven without going all the way around. If I ever did stop there to see what was on, I’d quickly fall into a deep sleep and my parents would find me hours later, my hand still clutching the dial.
We had games like Chinese Checkers, which weren’t checkers at all, but marbles that you had to maneuver across a star-shaped board. I bet my ancestors had never heard of such a crazy thing. And we had space-age toys, such as Great Garloo, a green plastic monster with fish scales and a leopard loincloth. He was vicious enough to destroy power plants or even whole cities, yet gentle enough to wait tables at your little sister’s tea party. I never actually had a Great Garloo, I think because my mother was afraid to be alone with it while my father was at work and the kids were in school.
My favorite toy was the top. I had a collection of them, all made of wood and painted bright colors. The idea was to wind a string around the top, starting at the metal tip and being careful not to overlap as you progressed upward. I learned that it helped to leave a loop knotted in the end so I could slide my middle finger through. Then I’d kneel down and, with a snap of the wrist developed from years of practice, I’d toss the top onto a smooth area on the ground. It would go for about a minute, provided it didn’t hit a pebble or a crack in the concrete, or some troublemaker didn’t walk by and kick it. Properly launched, a spinning top appeared to be standing motionless, its rotation imperceptible. It was a thing of beauty. It was also a thing of hypnosis, and as if under its spell, I’d repeat the process all afternoon, until the string twisted and tightened and caused my finger to turn blue, or until I realized there were ants crawling into my shorts.
We seemed drawn to pretty much anything that was mindless, monotonous, and included a piece of string. You could build a reputation around your skill with a top, a yo-yo, or a kite. Then there was the cup-and-ball, a maddening device I usually plucked from the dentist’s treasure chest, and which I believe the Russians gave to prisoners in order to torture them during the Crimean War.
The cup-and-ball was a distant cousin of the paddle-and-ball. In this set-up, a thin board with a handle replaced the cup, and a frayed rubber band replaced the string. The goal was to keep the ball bouncing against the paddle as many times as you could. Equally important was remembering to bolt from the room as soon as that rubber band broke and the ball sailed into the potato salad.
Eventually we branched out, and began playing with tin cans. Our first step, of course, was to connect two of the cans with string, then pretend we’d created a telephone. One of us would yell into our can, and the person on the other end would light up with surprise that he could hear the message, forgetting for a moment that we were standing eight feet apart, and that everybody on the block could hear it, too.
A few of the older boys introduced us to a game called kick-the-can. This quickly became a popular activity, because it required no equipment other than an empty aluminum container. If you do a little research today, you’ll find many variations of kick-the-can, each with its own intricate set of rules. We had neither the patience nor the imagination for that. We played kick-the-can by just kicking the can until we got tired, or until somebody opened their window and screamed at us to knock it off. It was similar to soccer, only without the athletic ability, and with a lot more noise.
One day, some girls arrived from another galaxy, bringing with them an assortment of strange recreational amusements, and insisting that we join in. They would draw numbered boxes on the sidewalk, then hop into each box, dropping and retrieving small stones as they went. Or two of them would turn a length of clothesline as a third girl jumped up and down inside the rope, all the while reciting long, rhythmic, sing-song nonsense that we were sure was either a secret code or some sort of mind control. They goaded the boys into abandoning the monkey bars and taking turns on the swings – something we would never have done had we still been operating under free will — and told us stories about a fifth-grader from another neighborhood who had swung so high that he went completely over the top, and had immediately become the most popular person in the city.
But when we found ourselves playing a game called Mother May I, we had been pushed too far. I participated a couple of times, despite vague feelings of anger and shame, and the knowledge that my father and grandfather would have gone swimming in the East River before they’d ever be involved in such humiliation. This is what propelled me and my friends into our next phase of development. We began a period of bold behavior, fueled by the first feeble drops of male hormone, and by the belief that courage enabled us to do things the girls refused to do. Our heads were filled with reckless inclinations. What we didn’t understand was that the girls’ heads were filled with brains.
Diane Henders
March 21, 2013
I loved Kick The Can. Our variation came with a few rules, but it was basically a marvelous opportunity to run around like a maniac, kicking and screaming. I wish I had all that spare energy now…
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bronxboy55
March 22, 2013
Yes, we did a lot of kicking and screaming, Diane. And the thing is, we somehow organized ourselves. There was no soccer practice or gymnastics classes. We just all showed up and decided what to do. I wonder if kids still have that ability.
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Elyse
March 21, 2013
Seven TV stations and gold on all of them. Now? Thousands and crap on all of them. How does that math work out?
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bronxboy55
March 22, 2013
I watched a few of those old shows recently, and they weren’t quite as golden as we may remember. But there does seem to be a lot more junk on now. I try to avoid television.
Thanks, Elyse. It’s always nice to hear from you.
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simonandfinn
March 21, 2013
“One day, some girls arrived from another galaxy..” heh heh! That sounds about right. 🙂
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bronxboy55
March 23, 2013
Thanks, Melissa. I was wondering if I was going to get away with that.
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Barbara Rodgers
March 21, 2013
The cartoons are priceless, and I love the way your described the girls arriving from another galaxy. You have such a good memory… I do remember once when my parents were in the process of buying a new car, how I kept my fingers crossed and prayed very earnestly that it would have windshield wipers that worked asymmetrically, which I considered cool, rather than symmetrically, which I thought were for losers. The car we were trading in was definitely for losers. Simply cannot remember how on earth I got that notion in my head… What a relief when the parents finally settled on the right car!
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bronxboy55
March 23, 2013
It’s interesting how we’re attracted to certain features, Barbara. I remember when my older brother got a car with power windows — this was in the ’60s. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. And now I’ll think of you every time I spot a car with asymmetrical windshield wipers.
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icedteawithlemon
March 21, 2013
I have never before heard of a Great Garloo, but I’m not surprised your mother saw no use for a green plastic monster with fish scales in her home. I’m curious–did those girls from another galaxy (you know, the ones whose heads were filled with brains) by any chance introduce you Bronx boys to a game called “catch ’em and kiss ’em”? That’s one of the first co-ed games we country kids played as soon as we brainy girls realized those bold boys were experiencing their “first feeble drops of male hormone.”
And can I hope that your concluding paragraph is a set-up for Part 3? (Please say yes!)
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
I’ve never heard of “Catch ’em and kiss ’em,” but it sounds like another game I just recently heard of for the first time: kissing tag. How old would you have been when you were playing that? Do Midwestern kids develop more quickly?
This was originally supposed to be one post, then two. I think three should do it.
Thanks, Karen.
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icedteawithlemon
March 25, 2013
I think we must have been in fifth or sixth grade when we were playing “kissing tag”; we were certainly young enough that we did NOT want to be caught but just old enough to squeal at the thrill of possibility. Weird.
And I will look forward to a third installment …
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Bruce
March 21, 2013
Great stuff. Kick the can still happens and isn’t restricted to the very young. Instead late night revellers kick them up or down a quiet road at 3 in the morning. I’m a big fan of the cartoons Charles. I love ‘when did we get a dog’ and ‘maybe Flipper can help’.
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
I guess kicking a can is appealing in part because it doesn’t roll very far. Anyone playing in the road at 3 a.m. is probably in no shape to chase a soccer ball down a hill.
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writingfeemail
March 21, 2013
You are certainly bringing up memories. We used to get those paddles with the ball attached at the fall festival – back when we could still refer to them as ‘Halloween Parties’. And we had seers with their crystal balls foretelling our futures. Can you imagine that being allowed at school now? Wow. Great post.
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
I’d be surprised to see psychics and crystal balls at school, but when did the term Halloween become unacceptable?
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Stacie Chadwick
March 22, 2013
I love this post, especially your description of spinning tops until ants crawled into your shorts. But level with me, did anyone ever actually CATCH the ball while playing the cup and ball game? Success always eluded me with that one.
Your memories and writing makes me want to throw every iPad we own into the trash.
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
The problem with the cup-and-ball is that even when you’re successful, it isn’t really that exciting. I have one in an antique toy set, and played with it while working on this post. By the tenth or eleventh try, I was ready to throw it at the wall. Still, that wouldn’t be nearly as expensive as throwing away iPads. Thanks for the kind words, Stacie, but don’t do it.
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winsomebella
March 22, 2013
I had forgotten about channel 13. And somehow your talk of toys triggered painful memories of desperately wanting, but never getting, an Easy Bake Oven. I wonder if that is somehow connected to my lust for a Viking Range?
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
I had the same experience with a Frosty Sno-Cone Machine. I’m still waiting.
By the way, those Viking Ranges look amazing. How many hundred-watt light bulbs do they use?
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Philster999
March 22, 2013
Barry Schwartz has the answer as to why we’re better off with with seven stations than with thousands in his insightful book, The Paradox of Choice: Why Less is More. It’s well worth the read.
As for games, I think you’re right. Nearly everything we did seemed to involve leaving the house in some form or another, often at my father’s suggestion that we get outside and “blow the stink” off ourselves.
And I hated that damn paddle ball thing. Though I suppose it was actually a love / hate relationship. I seemed to get one every year for Easter for some reason. Not sure why. And every year I’d get all excited and think to myself, this will be the year that that stupid ball won’t come flying off after two minutes and break something on display in the living room. But it always did. Why didn’t they simply raise the price of the damn thing by a penny or two and actually use a staple and elastic string that would hold together for more than just minutes? I dunno…
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
Phil, I think the paddle-and-ball was our version of the sixty-dollar color printer — it was never meant to last more than a few days. And I don’t know what Schwartz has to say about too many choices, but I already agree. The need to fill air-time creates a desperation that eventually produces what we have today: hundreds of channels and nothing to watch.
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zoetic * epics
March 22, 2013
STOP THE PRESS! Are you telling me bold behavior & reckless inclinations aren’t games???
If those aren’t fun, what is? 😉 … I definitely was NOT “one of the girls” …
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bronxboy55
March 24, 2013
I’m obviously generalizing, but it seemed that the girls preferred activities that involved repetition, speed, and accuracy. The songs they sang while jumping rope, for example, never varied, and that allowed them to perfect their technique to such a level that it seemed almost other-worldly. Meanwhile, the boys were drawn to finding out what would happen if they bent the rules and pushed themselves past the accepted limits of safety; it usually didn’t end well.
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architect of the jungle
March 22, 2013
OMG!! Flipper! Great post, as always, and this time not so much unintentionally tender, but deeply amusing and wait, no, I was wrong, this actually was tender. See, if you take the time to thoughtfully explore and detail pretty much anything from the past, anything innocent and gone missing, like spinning tops and egalitarian games like kick the can, tenderness is always implied. Sorry Charles. You are treading in tender territory. BTW, the jump rope portion was the least tender. Girls with rope and song are evil and you were right to fear them.
I wish I had paid as much attention to details in my childhood as you paid to yours. But I couldn’t see my youth the way you could, it wasn’t as easily contained in something I could hold in my hands. Maybe that’s partially the difference between boys and girls, or maybe not. My childhood impressions remained buried inside me, leaving my eye untrained by the devotion necessary for mastering wickedly clever contraptions intended to keep children out of their parent’s hair. You played with tops, were hypnotized by their power to hold contradiction, me…I was the top, twirling in my family’s living room until I was ready to puke. That was a fun game. You played with wooden toys, me, I climbed the trees the toys were made of. Your childhood seems to have enlarged your powers of concentration, while mine only impressed upon me the primitive importance of movement, of climbing up, up, up and then away. Your writing is so good; I do envy it and your childhood. I’m proud I can finally admit that 😉
Our relationship to the physical world in which we grow is so profound; the objects found, and really more so those that are introduced to us, really do hold a unique sway in determining what we are to become. I guess in some sense our world has always been created by the limits of our toys, the humble bodies burdened with the task of housing our reckless imaginations. But things have changed, I think. Our toys seem to have grown too big for us now, they are not so humble, and rather than being designed to get children out of the home seem to compel them to spend even longer terms in their parent’s basements.
I wonder what will become of us, now that we can no longer make fun our toys. What will happen now that these servants have become our masters? It will probably be OK. And if it isn’t we’ll have plenty of distractions to keep us from noticing 😉
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
I think you zeroed in on exactly what’s changed. When we were kids, toys were the tools of childhood. They allowed us to develop skills and be creative, and we were in charge. Many toys today are oversized bullies, and they simply refuse to be mastered. I join you in wondering what the results of that will be.
Thank you for the wonderful comment. It could easily stand as a post of its own. Any chance of that?
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She's a Maineiac
March 22, 2013
Man, how times have changed. When I was around nine years old, it was right before cable and video games. So my brothers and I would have to entertain ourselves doing such crazy things like playing with marbles or (oh my god) going outside! I remember roaming the streets, playing such riveting games like jump rope or capture the flag or kick the can. Well, we even did “kick the rock”. I would actually kick a rock from three blocks over, all the way to my house and for some reason this was mesmerizing to me. Kid today have no clue.
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
I played kick-the-rock, too. In one version, you had to get a rock from place to another within a certain number of kicks. My younger brother, sister, and I also invented a form of bocce — played on the living room carpet, using balls we’d stolen from the miniature golf course. And yes, we did roam the streets, didn’t we? That disappeared in one generation.
Thanks, Darla.
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Tom Marshall
March 22, 2013
You were blessed with six stations? We had three stations with PBS possibly coming in when a storm was on the way, making it four. I should have lived in the city. Our excitement consisted of riding bikes, fishing, getting lost in cornfields, and exploring the cemetery near our house. And our parents were kind enough to kick us out as soon as we came inside. Then again, we roamed the neighborhood because that is what you did.
I was always impressed with Harvey Korman in Blazing Saddles using the ball and paddle. I wish I could ask him how long it took to perfect the skill.
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
Tom, I have no doubt those childhood experiences will provide you with writing material for the rest of your life.
By the way, Harvey Korman was pretty good, but watch this guy:
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morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer
March 22, 2013
Not so Fast! Let’s not glide through the Yo-Yo years so glibly. It took great talent to “Walk the dog,” go “Around the Moon,” and put the “Candy in the Basket.” If you don’t remember the last one it’s because I just made it up, being unable to remember names of more Yo-Yo tricks.
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
We called it “Around the World.” And there was another one called “Rock the Baby,” or something like that. I recently saw a little boy playing with a yo-yo that cost thirty dollars. For that price you should be able to program it to do the tricks on its own.
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nailingjellotoatree
March 22, 2013
Did you also play “No bears out tonight”?
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
I’ve never heard of that game, but I have a feeling it involved scaring the life out of someone.
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Rufina
March 22, 2013
I remember many of these games too! We used to play hide-and-seek across town (which made it a LOT harder when you’re “it”), ride our pedal bikes much further than we were allowed, catch fireflies in a jar, gather green walnuts in a fruit basket. My sister and I played lots of frisbee and built our own high jump with bricks and a long stick. I wrote a post a while ago I called “Rules of Hopscotch” that you may also “get a kick” out of! Echoing the reader above who looks forward to a Part 3…and yes, skipping rope was definitely about subliminal mind control. 😉
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bronxboy55
March 25, 2013
I never understood hopscotch, Rufina. Or jacks. Then again, my brother and I would spend hours running around the kitchen table and then sliding on the linoleum floor, pretending we’d just scored the winning run in the World Series. But those neighborhood games of hide-and-seek were the best, weren’t they? We’d play all day.
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rangewriter
March 23, 2013
I love this reference to what preceded PBS channels: “but it was educational, about as entertaining as watching dust accumulate.” With a wry smile, I recognize that’s about all I watch on TV these days! Did education just get more interesting or I am just that boring now?
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bronxboy55
March 26, 2013
Education — and educational television — has gotten much better. Our childhoods took place in the days before Sesame Street, the Hubble telescope, and computer graphics. We were watching gray content, in black and white.
You’re never boring, Linda.
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lolarugula
March 23, 2013
Kick the Can was my all-time favorite! We also played Sardines, which was kind of the opposite of Hide and Seek – one person went and hid and if someone found them they had to hide along with them. This continued until only 1 person was left searching, who was then considered the loser. Great memories and a fantastically fun post!
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bronxboy55
March 26, 2013
Sardines — another game I’d never heard of. So by the end, everyone was hiding in the same place?
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lolarugula
March 26, 2013
Yep! Packed in like sardines. 🙂 A silly game and usually a last resort due to boredom of other games…but a good memory!
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ShimonZ
March 23, 2013
It is always a great pleasure to ready your very humorous accounts.
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bronxboy55
March 26, 2013
Thank you, Shimon. I appreciate that.
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Mitch Mitchell
March 23, 2013
Charles, you’re starting to scare me because I thought I was older than you & I didn’t do any of that stuff. Of course, I lived in military bases so we didn’t have stuff like that, whereas you were in the NYC area. I remember soap operas until I was around 3, then I had 3 years of Japanese cartoons and such, although I had Disney. But our TV was mainly black and white until the late 60’s, as Mom worked at GE so we got a major discount.
Overall though, I think my childhood was better than my dad’s because I got to play all the sports while Dad didn’t, and I never had a reason to get into trouble while Dad… well, let’s just say that the fun they had wouldn’t have been appreciated by adults and leave it at that. lol In any case it was a much different life back then; what we’d have done with some electronics back then!
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bronxboy55
March 26, 2013
Mitch, you’ve done so many posts, I’d have to guess you’ve written something about life on the military bases. But I can’t recall reading them. Can you send a link, if they exist? (And write something if they don’t?)
I think I have a few years on you.
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Mitch Mitchell
March 26, 2013
Actually Charles, I never have written a full post about living on Air Force bases as a child. I touched upon part of my life when I wrote my 100 Things About Me post but that’s about it. I’ll have to think about that one.
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dearrosie
March 24, 2013
oh my gosh what a lovely post Charles.
Love this quote:
We seemed drawn to pretty much anything that was mindless, monotonous, and included a piece of string. You could build a reputation around your skill with a top, a yo-yo, or a kite.
Charles you’d be interested to know that our museum store is selling beautiful hand made wooden tops from Italy. And yo-yo’s!! I tried to spin the tops but nothing happened because I didn’t know that its all about the proper placement of the string and the angle of the wrist…
Properly launched, a spinning top appeared to be standing motionless, its rotation imperceptible. It was a thing of beauty. It was also a thing of hypnosis, and as if under its spell, I’d repeat the process all afternoon, until the string twisted and tightened…”
Just last week one of my male co-workers showed me how to spin one of the tops.
I’d never heard of or seen the cup-and-ball until ONE WEEK ago when a kid from Italy walked into my store with one around his neck! I didn’t know what it was – it looked very silly. Thank you for explaining.
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bronxboy55
March 27, 2013
Rosie, one of the tricks I used to try involved spinning the top, then picking it up and letting it continue to spin on my hand — and even on the string, like a tightrope walker. I never got as good as this guy, though:
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"HE WHO"
March 24, 2013
Enjoyed the post very much! I admit to playing Chinese Checkers (and Snakes and Ladders) at one point, but I passed on the tops etc and spent time learning to gamble which involved baseball cards leaned up against a wall. Also played with marbles around the same time. But mostly, as a kid my neighborhood friends and I played a lot of tag, Pom Pom Pullaway, Red Rover: all games that involved a lot of running across front yards. Turning 12 changed the dynamic because my friends and I were sent off to different schools for Jr. High and girls got involved. I often wonder how I’d have turned out if that hadn’t happened. Just different girls, I guess. By the way, do you remember whistles made of a walnut-shaped thing (sort of like a hollow yo yo) attached by strings that you would pull in and out and the device would whine louder and louder?
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bronxboy55
March 27, 2013
I don’t remember the whistles, HW, and have never heard of Pom Pom Pullaway. We did play the baseball card game, though, if it’s the one you mean: We’d lean cards against a wall, then flick other cards at them, and we’d win the ones we knocked down.
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"HE WHO"
March 27, 2013
That’s the one. We were learning how to gamble as 6 and 7-year-olds – with cards and marbles. The lessons never left me.
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earthriderjudyberman
March 24, 2013
This is why I spent most of my childhood as a tomboy outdoors. There were some great TV shows: The Lone Ranger, Captain Midnight, Howdy Doody and Lassie. OK, not all of them were mindbenders, but they captivated my attention. Hide ‘n’ seek was great fun, unless no one remembered to look for you. 🙂
Great childhood memories, Charles. Thanks for refreshing mine.
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bronxboy55
March 27, 2013
Judy, have you watched any of those shows lately? Bonanza was one of my favorites when I was a kid, but I saw an episode recently and couldn’t believe how bad it was. Even the horses looked fake.
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lostnchina
March 24, 2013
The Great GARLOO?? Why Garloo? I was so curious I did a bit of sleuthing online:
“Goes Forward or backward, turns left & right. Arms open & close, he can bend over to pick up items & carry. Originally came with “Garloo” medallion, wrist chains, cardboard tray, shoulder pads, palms pads & leopard print loin cloth.
“I remember one of the original commercials showed Garloo carrying a glass of water to the kid. I thought that was just the greatest thing! Boy, did I want him. My mom wouldn’t buy him though, because she thought he was too ugly!”
The Great Garloo sounds like the invention of a Great Garbled-brained Guy….
(Source: http://www.timewarptoys.com/toptoys.htm)
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bronxboy55
March 27, 2013
I think Garloo was the Jolly Green Giant’s weird younger brother, the one who dropped out of school and kept getting arrested for vandalism. It must be hard to follow in the footsteps of somebody whose face is on bags of frozen peas. I wonder where Garloo is now.
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silkpurseproductions
March 25, 2013
Those were the days, My Friend. Those were the days. Hopscotch and skipping rope without a care in the world. Then DD didn’t stand for “Dungeons and Dragons” it stood for “Double Dutch” (skipping with two ropes at the same time). We played a lots of “marbles” in my day as well, always trying win each other’s treasured “cats eye or cleary”.
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bronxboy55
March 27, 2013
There will be a little about Double Dutch in Part 3, Michelle. I never got into marbles, for some reason.
I hope the move is going well.
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silkpurseproductions
March 27, 2013
I will look forward to part 3, Charles. The moving part of the move is finally complete. Now comes the unpacking.
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Arindam
March 25, 2013
Sir Charles, can you believe if I am going to say that, I too have spend my childhood doing quite similar things as you. I have still kept that Chinese Checkers with me as my childhood memory. But instead of marbles, we used to play with small dots made up with plastics which looked like a macro shaped umbrella having a pin as its handle. 🙂 And we have to insert them inside all those whole made up on that wooden board. And the funniest part was, as my mother was a teacher, so she used to allow us to do things which she found would help us in future. And it was not difficult for us to convince her that Chinese Checkers would help us sharpening our brain skills as it’s a strategy based game.
And then we used to play with “Nattu”( that is what we call your fav toy top, in our mother tongue). But unfortunately my wrist never helped me to spin it on a plain floor and at last I end up making holes with it on every door in our home that was made up with wood. It was only that cup and ball, which I have never ever seen in my life. I can write all those memories here, but it will look like a “blog post” then and I do not want to take so much space in your comment section.
Thanks for capturing these simple joys and happiness of those best days of our lives, with your thoughtful words in such a humorous way Sir Charles.
I am going to bookmark this post, so that when i will have kids and they will grow up then I will show them glimpse of my childhood with it. 🙂
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bronxboy55
March 28, 2013
The toys may have been slightly different, and they had different names, but I bet in many ways we had the same childhood. Kids don’t live in a country, or even a city — they live in the hundred square feet right around them. That’s their world, and in many ways, they create it themselves.
Thank you for the great comment, Arindam. It’s always good to hear from you.
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Lady from Manila
March 27, 2013
Before going to an all-girls highschool, I hanged around with my boy playmates and schoolmates in the plaza ground, sitting on bars – if not chasing dragonflies in the grassy areas. They’d impress us girls with their yoyo and “top” skills – plus their ability to hang upside down for eternity through the bars. We girls impressed them with our somersaults and “Chinese Garter jumping” prowess. It was such fun.
We were also fond of Chinese Checkers, Chess (hard!), and The Millionaires’ Game.
You had me laughing with the two cans connected by a long string. We did that, too. I remember my brother and I would even go to different rooms pretending our “telephone” did work.
Only in your blog have I seen the table tennis racket with three balls bouncing. Very cute. Does it really exist?
Your well-written posts are always an excellent read, Bb.
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bronxboy55
March 28, 2013
Actually, the cartoon is trying to show one ball — it looks like three because it’s moving so fast. By the way, did you watch that video?
Hanging upside-down is one thing I could never do for very long. I still don’t like it.
Thanks for sharing some of your memories. I always like hearing about the similarities of growing up in different parts of the world.
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Lady from Manila
March 28, 2013
They did it for like 5 minutes or more which none of us girls could do or would be willing to try. The boys must have been trained by Bruce Wayne.
Aah, so that’s it. The tiny green paddle with a tiny ball. I am not aware if we’ve got that here. Maybe not. I still prefer the cartoon illustration on your blog though.
You’ve no idea how happy I am this moment, dear pal. You finally talked to me. 🙂 I’m so glad.
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scribblechic
March 29, 2013
I am entirely endeared to think somewhere I am remembered similarly for “reciting long, rhythmic, sing-song nonsense that we were sure was either a secret code or some sort of mind control.”
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bronxboy55
March 30, 2013
I have no doubt that you are remembered that way. I wonder if you have any memory of learning those songs, or if (as we suspected) girls are born with that knowledge and those mysterious abilities.
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scribblechic
March 30, 2013
I would love to say we girls are sworn to secrecy, but I have no memory of learning the songs, only the easy familiarity of their refrain.
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gpcox
March 30, 2013
Oh my God, these stories are so familiar!! My father played with the same hoop and kicked that can, my mother was the one who should have gone “pro” jumping rope “Double Dutch.” What wonderful memories you’ve brought back. Thank you.
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bronxboy55
March 30, 2013
There were some amazing rope jumpers in my childhood, too. The boys were usually relegated to turning, because we just couldn’t get the hang of jumping, especially with two ropes.
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Val
March 30, 2013
Wow! You had seven channels (even if one was educational)? We had a measly two when I was a little ‘un. BBC and ITV (or it might have been ITA then.) I didn’t get to do most of the group-games as I wasn’t well a lot of my childhood but I watched my friends and they seemed to get a kick out of similar stuff to you!
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bronxboy55
March 30, 2013
We had three national networks (CBS, NBC, and ABC), three local New York channels, and the educational channel.
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notfornow
April 1, 2013
Reblogged this on Not for now.
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bronxboy55
April 1, 2013
Thank you. I hope your readers like it.
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mug3r
April 4, 2013
Reblogged this on Ezra's Blog and commented:
True
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bronxboy55
April 5, 2013
Thanks again.
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Ezra The Mad
April 5, 2013
Sure *thumbs up*
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