My nine year-old daughter slept in today, no let me back up…she actually stayed up late last night, really late.
Why?
Friday was her last day of school and today starts her summer vacation. (It’s also the start of overtime for my parental duties).
Do you recall the last day of school at Holy Name and the start of summer vacation? (I think the teachers looked forward to it more than we did)

Alice Cooper sang about it,
School’s out for summer, yea
School’s out forever
School’s been blown to piecesNo more pencils
No more books, yea
No more teacher’s dirty looks
I use to love throwing my notebooks, pencils and pens in the trash. Today, my daughter brings all that stuff home and we save it.
Remember that infamous sign, ‘School’s Out, Drive Carefully’? What, drivers didn’t have to be careful during the school year?
I loved summer vacation as a youngster, I’m sure like every other kid in the neighborhood. The last day of school was unreal! I couldn’t wait to get out. Each year while attending Holy Name, I always got up extra early on the morning of the last day of school.
Amongst many things I did during the summer was travel up to Greenwood Lake, New York with my family. We would pack up our suitcases and take two trains over to Port Authority where we’d catch the bus.
Port Authority was scary. Pimps, whores and drug addicts, not to mention the homeless and the filth.
Now I know why my mother always had me hold her hand while we navigated our way up staircases and escalators to the ticket window and then to the terminal.
After what turned into a three hour trip, sometimes longer - we’d finally arrive where the grass seemed greener, the air wasn’t polluted and I was in the company of my cousins whom I hadn’t seen in a year.
My cousins had a huge house including a huge built-in swimming pool, acres and acres of woods behind the house and a huge lawn where we often played whiffle ball. At times I was jealous and envious of where they lived but after giving it more thought, I wouldn’t have wanted to live anywhere else except for Windsor Terrace.

During the hot, muggy days in the summer we’d also open the Johnny pump (do people still call it that?) Remember grabbing a can out of the garbage and scrapping it against the curb so you could open a hole at the opposite end? Only the strongest could hold it up against the gushing water to give it the ’spray’ effect.

We’d spend time in the schoolyard (Holy Name, PS 154, PS 10’s and of course PS 107.) playing basketball, whiffle ball, slap ball and football. We played baseball in the lot and if we were lucky, someone would have an extra ticket or two for the Mets or Yankees. (Jimmy Cullen’s aunt always got tickets from her boss to Yankee home games)
Prospect Park at night, hanging out on the avenue later into the night and of course train rides into the city.
The basketball summer league at night in the boys schoolyard was a highlight. You’d park your ass under the basket closest to Howard Place and take in the action. You’d make a run to Bonalli’s if you had any coin.
How about Henry’s Ice Tea’s during the day to quench your thirst after playing ball all day? Again, if you had coin.
Often times you’d step out of the neighborhood and visit Coney Island, Manhattan Beach and Brighton during the day. We played basketball with strangers, hung out on the beach and picked up a knish or two before heading back.

I also was lucky enough to have made a few trips down to Breezy Point, Riis Beach, and a couple of times I’d head out to Long Island and take in the sights at Jones Beach. A place I always wanted to visit but never had the chance was Orchard Beach in the Bronx.
Day Camps and sleep-away camps are pretty popular these days. It seems like you have camps for everything! Band, writing, all kinds of sports and even cooking. But I only recall attending one - it was the summer between 6th and 7th grade. It was called ‘Pythian Camp’. I didn’t know it until I arrived but it was a camp for Jewish boys. We did it all. Arts and Crafts, sports, and we even fished!
I had a great time!
Bathing suits, riding bikes, walking, the sun, warm weather, portable air conditioners, beachballs, block parties and sunburn…
Was gas $4.25 a gallon back in the day?

How about the nights after you spent all day at the beach…if you had fair skin like me, you were burnt to a crisp from the sun. My mother would apply noxema all over my body. I would stand still for an hour like a zombie. Speaking of which, did they have ‘tanning salon’s’ back in our day?
The end of school and the start of summer vacation as a youngster…boy I miss those days!
Have a great summer!
-SF
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Funny–I was just thinking about the hot hot Brooklyn summers today, while sitting in my air-conditioned home.
We managed to cope in various ways. The guy who opened the fire hydrant was the hero of the hour. On our street, it was Mel Pynn Sr.
Up in the park, they had sprinklers going near the Bandshell.
As we got a little older, we were allowed to take the trolley over to Sunset Park to enjoy the pool.
Then as teenagers, it was OceanTide. It took two trolleys to get there, but it was worth it to swim in the salt water pool. In the eating area, they would clear a dance floor and play the popular tunes of the time. We would do the Park Slope lindy until closing time. Then be accompanied home on the trolley by a favorite lad or lass.
Pals at OceanTide were Maureen O’Shea (Slater), Margie O’Toole, Barbara Ryan, Dodi O’Brien, Regina Cahill, the Quinn boys, Richie MacCauley, Billy Miller, and many others.
Simple, beautiful, innocent, lazy summer days.
How about the summer thunder storms in the city. We would sit atop a con edison tool cart and watch the rain water rush down the street and pretend we were being swept away or on a boat. You would watch the grime wash away and put your feet in the water and cool off. The different summer seasons of toys such as a scooter made with a skate, milk box, and handles. Skelsies, top season, I declare war with a chalked circle and a ball. Even then it was bad to be Iran for some reason. We would play for hours with the girls a game where you would pick a subject such as favorite movie star and try to stay in the picks by picking out the cool name. Home run derby off some stoop steps point and being Al Kaline, Mickey Mantle or some other homerun hitter you would glorify. We also would run around the trucks parked in the Pilgrim laundry garage that would be open at times and hunt each other down with rubber bands and paper clips found in there. How about carpet guns made from sticks, a fat rubberband and anything you can find to launch…ahh crazy times!
I remember we’d go home and my father would inspect that last report card. Then he would line us up and give me and my brothers crew cuts(we didn’t go to Harry’s pride of Brooklyn on 9th until 7th Grade)
and we would all pile into the Ford Fairlane station wagon and he’d take us to the Converse Sneaker factory on Sterling Place and we would all get new “BLEMS” for the summer.
On Tuesdays we would take the F Train to Coney Island my dad would drive from work and meet us and have dinner at Nathans then we would watch the Fireworks from the beach.
When I first started driving gas was 33cents a gallon at Merit on FortHamilton Parkway near Burgerama
Life was so much simpler and fun.
I loved the movie star game! Another one we played was Truth, Dare, Consequences. Sometimes that one got us in trouble.
Sitting on the stoop long after dark. The adults on the upper steps and the kids on the lower.
Something I just thought of–cicadas! Why were they so much louder in the city than in the country? It sounded like a whole construction team was drilling on the block when those critters took over on a hot summer day!
Yes Maureen, and this year is the 17th year and the cicadas will be here. I remember the TDC game too. How about walking around with your “going out person” and holding hands until your they were numb. I also had a radio in the other arm and that too was stuck in that position as I went to sleep that night.
Gerrie,
Speaking of thunderstorms, we had a wicked one here in Michigan and I lost power. Brought back memories of 1977; guess I found something to blog about tomorrow - the Blackout of ‘77.
Going to have to look back to see if I blogged about that.
The blackout of 77 was awesome.. I was playing in a summer league game and grabbed a rebound and brought the ball up and BAM!! LIGHTS OUT!! Someone yelled the whole neighborhood’s out.. My buddy Johnny Pratti (Al Espositos and Eugene Liotta’s cousin ) called our folks and said the trains were’nt rrunning ad we were sleeping over each other’s huse..and wI went to Farrells and bought as many containers that we could carry, plus a bottle of whiskey.. we hung out with Lisa Leavy and Kerri on 16 street for a while and went to Prospect Park and joined in a keg party.. I climbed up a tree while drunk as a skunk and decided I was gonna watch the sun rise while we were listeing to Zepplin and Boston.. I dozed off and woke up to tree branched flying in front of me .. I landed but n ot very well… I staggered home areound 7 am and slept for about 14 hours!!
Maureen,
I forgot about the sprinklers at the bandshell!
Tony F,
The infamous report card…I tried like hell to avoid my mom on that last day.
JV,
I hear that was the only rebound you pulled down that summer?
I was also in the schoolyard watching the games when the lights went out during the 1977 blackout. That was something! That definitely goes down as a day that most people will never forget for one will always remeber where you were and what you were doing when it happened.
Unfortunately 9-11 also goes down in that category as it does for probably everyone else.
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Nice shot at me Red.. or should I say Skin?? I wrote that getting ready for a cruise to Canada for 4 days..
I missed the blog big time!!
LOL…no worries. I know you were a very good rebounder/Dave Cowens-like to be exact.
That’s funny you mentioned Cowens.. my hs coach told me to watch him and De Busschere.. I hated Cowens back then
but he was a great player.. I wish the Knicks had two goys like those!! Whaddya think? Cletics in 6??
Re the johnny pump, there are many ways you realize you have aged, such as when your local policeman went to school with your nephew (or IS your nephew!) your doctor wasn’t even born when you graduated, but the 1st of all is when you are walking down the block with an open johnny pump, and you hear the kids say ” hold up, let the lady pass!!!” Oh, that hurts!!!lol
Mo,
Good stuff…