Have you ever sat back and thought about the people you grew up with during your younger days in Windsor Terrace?
I’m talking between the ages of say, nine to about your early 20’s?
The friendships that were formed. The time spent together.
What about the older guys or gals that grew up in the neighborhood that you ‘looked up to’, someday hoping to be just like them?
In the past few days because of the blog of course, I have received e-mails from people I haven’t heard from in years. It got me thinking about certain people, just like I always do when I begin a new entry.
You remember John Corrar, don’t you?
As a kid I always thought he had the sweetest looking jumper in the yard. The left-handed stroke he pulled behind his head. The ‘bop’ down the street while walking, with his arms swinging from side to side. He had his usual khaki pants with the Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars.
I recall going over to his house on 12th street between 8th and 9th avenues where my mother and his mom were good friends – it was the first time I met him and his younger brother Jimmy (who I spent a lot of time with in my early teen days).
John was a good ball player. He played at John Jay High School and then played a lot of pick up ball and summer league stuff over the years.
Who could forget him getting mad when, during a heated summer league game between Farrell’s and Collurra’s team, his teammate Danny Ryan fouled late in the game when he shouldn’t have and in disgust, John walked down to the other end of the court and jumped up and hung on the rim.
Or while he was a member of Jimmy Rauthier’s team and on offense against O.T.B., the late George Brossard had a close eye on him mouthing to his concerned teammates, “Don’t worry about Corrar, I got ’em locked up!”
This brought laughter from everyone.
Who could forget hearing him scream out at a player who I only remember as ‘Smirka’, he played for Gerard Kash’s team. Smirka picked up a foul and didn’t agree with the ref’s call so he argued a bit and had that “you-can’t-be-serious” look towards the official. Prompting Corrar to yell out, ‘WIPE THAT SMIRKA OFF YOUR FACE!”,while he worked on an ice purchased from Bonnalli’s.
There were about five of us sitting on the sideline rolling with laughter after we heard the exchange. Smirka gave us a dirty look…
How about his notorious ‘stage-climb’ at Sanders during a Rolling Stones film?
I used to see J.C. often wearing his S.F. Giants cap around the neighborhood and at times in McBears on 10th and Prospect Avenues. I’d love to hear what he has to say about the whole Bobby Bonds situation. What thing about Corrar, he loved talking sports.
One night Glenn T. and I walked in McBears well past midnight and we asked him if he wanted to go and get some pizza with us; We loved having him in our company because of his personality and opinion on all subjects.
“I can go for a slice, you got wheels?” he replied while he rubbed his growling stomach.
John Corrar, one of the good guys from the neighborhood.