The apartment house that I grew up in the Bronx was situated next to a small local park. The park was simple, some trees and benches in the main part. There was a brook that divided that part from the wooded area, which itself was bordered by the Old Methodist Home for the Aged. There was an asphalt walkway that went up a hill on the other side of the park. On the other side of that walkway was a large hill that up until someone build a house there, was covered with dirt and rocks and boulders. My apartment which was built on that hill had two different levels of entrances. You could go in on the basement or lobby level which was at the bottom of that hill or on the 6th floor entrance which was at the back of the building facing the uphill side. Manhattan College was across the street.
The park and areas surrounding it were used as places to relax for older residents and games like punchball, hide and seek, and hounds and hares (my favorite) by the kids in the area (which sometimes made it difficult for the older residents to relax). The walkway was used mostly during the winter months when snow was on the ground as a sled riding course. We would build some speed bumps mid way through the path not to slow us down but to give us a little lift and speed as we hurtled down the hill.
Sledding down the walkway with my father.
Summer time and warm weather didn’t stop us from sledding. Part of the hill where the apartment was on was pretty much a dirt hill. It was pretty steep also. So we would gather old cardboard boxes and sit in them as we slid down the dirt hill. This proved to be more dangerous as our speed was infinitely more uncontrollable than going down a snow hill with a sled that had steering. It was a memorable experience until that person built his house right toward the bottom of our track and terminated our ability to dirt slide. By that time I was older and probably wasn’t doing much sledding anyway.
The boulders on the hill, became our forts for war games and hide and seek.
The rocks next to the walkway. They made great forts.
They were also great places to place chalk arrows for trails when playing hounds and hares. The stone walls that separated the Old Methodist Home and our wooded area, were great in the fall as leaves began to pile up. It was fun jumping off of the 5 foot walls into a pile of leaves. At least it was a lot safer than jumping off the other side of the wall which was probably about 20 feet above a concrete driveway.
The climbing, jumping, playing and probably even the rat chasing (which is another story) all make up the memories of the place that I grew up. I miss those spots. I can still see the tree that was first base, the middle of the edge of the sandbox which was second and the rock which was third. And though I don’t have many pictures from back then. The images are etched in my mind where they will remain in my memory photo album that I enjoy visiting as I age.
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Response from my sister: Interesting, I do not know the game Hounds and Hares. You seem to have played different games than I did. We played hop scotch, jump rope, red light, green light, hide and seek, Giant step, ring olivio and some others but I don’t remember the names. We rode bikes and went down the hill with sleds.
For those of you who don’t recognize the game Hounds and Hares. Here is my recollection of it:
Hounds and Hares was a more sophisticated Hide and Seek. The person who was it was the initial hound. The hares went out to hide, but they had to leave trails by making arrows either using chalk or sticks that would help the hound find them. Hares didn’t have to stay in one spot as long as the left a trail. They could leave some false trails too as long as one of the trails was real. Once caught I believe the hare became a hound also. Last one found became the hound for the next game.
From my other sister:
It brings back memories, but I think the girls that lived there had slightly different games and ways of using the rocks. I also didn’t hear of Hounds and Hares. Hide and Seek was our game. In the Bronx, we didn’t play hop-scotch. It was called potsy. I was excited a few years ago when I saw a documentary on NYC street games that included hop-scotch, which they said was called potsy in the Bronx and Brooklyn. The girls played house on the rocks. Part of the rocks were the kitchen or beds, and the rock jutting out under the tree part way up the hill was the porch. There was also a sandbox in the park, which I used to try to walk around the edge using the edges like balance beams. We also used to make dams in the brook. I remember spending a lot of time jumping rope (including Double Dutch), playing red light green light, giant step, and how about our Spaldings (Spaldeens)! We played (A – my name is) Alice, and my husband’s name is Allen, and we come from Arizona, where we sell apples! I can still do that with several letters while bouncing the ball. I’ve shown it to our kids and grandkids. Of course, they think I’m a little crazy!
I’m enjoying your stories Harvey! I hear your voice as I read them. I love the addition of the photos and am happy to see how handsome David, now a young man, is and his girlfriend reminds me of your wife! Funny how that happens! Thanks for the entertainment and I think this is a wonderful legacy to leave behind for future generations!
Rosemary