Holy Name Schoolyard, February 2017
SHOVEL THAT SNOW
10 Friday Feb 2017
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GT said:
The Yard is just screaming for a touch tackle football game🏈👐
Steve said:
That would be cool…I recall at night my friends and I would play rough-tackle in the boys yard…we’d fall on the snow and bounce right back up…
Gerard clifford said:
This brings back memories of shoveling as a kid in the neighborhood. That was fun but when you live in the state of Maine if you look at the snow depth maps for the entire United States,Maine is the only state completely covered in a very deep snow pack.I can remember one year May of 1993 l went on a solo trip in the mountains not far from where I live now and in the first week of May even at sea level we had 6 feet of snow. I Still love the Snow but I have a new perspective on it.we just got two storms in two days,total of a foot and a half and are expecting to get hit with the big one expecting to get two feet of New snow. Totaling 3 and half feet in three days.🏔⛏
Kevin Patrick Molloy said:
GC did you used to hit golf balls on the site of the old home like it was a driving range? I knew most everyone on 16st, did you hang out with my crew once and awhile your name sounds familiar, my memory is a little foggy from those days.
Jim casey said:
Brings back memories–but where are the hoops ?
Steve said:
Jimmy,
It saddens me to see our schoolyard without hoops…
Maureen Rice (Flanagan) said:
I am gonna try to e-mail you a pic of today’s hoops..
Steve said:
Yes! Thank you…
Gerard clifford said:
The last football game I played there in the snow ,me and Billy Maloney played two hand touch tackle.Billy was a good player and wanted A rematch I beat him again that day.I got into cutting school because John Jay was no picnic but had a good football team.Billy went on playing Sports I went on partying and skipping school.in the next game we played because Billy wanted another rematch bad.a year and a half had gone bye.we played the game on Windsor between eighth and ninth Avenue. This time Billy beat me.was a very humbling moment for me.A wake up call that I needed to change the path that was on. Life’s lessons taught in the school yard playing football.🏈
Steve said:
Good stuff GC…thanks for sharing.
GT said:
Lot of fun those snow football games🌨
GC, Are you from the neighborhood? I have been going up to maine since ’78,
Portland area, falmouth, Brunswick, Freeport mostly
where are you living?
JC, even if they put hoops up the kids today would probably
never come close to experiencing what we were lucky enough to have had.
Steve said:
They sure wouldn’t play “taps.” Or ‘Around the World’.
Jim casey said:
Or 3 feathers
Steve said:
3 feathers?
Gerard clifford said:
Gt I lived on 16th St. between eighth and ninth it’s a small world.from 1965 to 1992.in Maine i used to live on the coast but now live in the western mountains if you know Maine it’s like a village even in the Portland area Portland only has 64,000 people. I live deep in the Western mountains it’s stunningly beautiful and the wildlife is amazing but the wildlife out numbers the people that’s the one negative if you’re a social butterfly from Brooklyn.I remember you gt you lived right around the corner from me. Red you the man none of this would be happening without you coach. Keep up the good work.thanks for the memories brother.
Steve said:
Thanks brother. I just like helping. Glad to see I could do my part…
GT said:
GC, k, u lived on Charlie Kawas’s block, great block full of kids
Was up to Rangley Lake year before last, beautiful spot,
Did u know Howie Bischoff? His older sister lives up there.
Gerard clifford said:
Gt I’m about a half an hour from the Rangely area,and I agree 16 street had some great families.I remember them all and miss them like they were my second family.I was a mountain guide for many years,and also taught winter survival so I know the state like the back of my hand. I remember howie,Small world next time you come up GT If you like I’ll take you on a safari we can get on the paper roads in the Rangely area and go for hundreds of miles without seeing a thing except for a lot of moose and bear bald eagles,lake after Lake crystal clear with beautiful sandy beaches,steps from your truck.but most people are afraid to take these roads,no signs for hundreds of miles you have to navigate by map. Have to bring extra gas So you have it all to yourself.🏔
GT said:
GC, mountain guide, very cool, thanks for the offer but Rangeley lake was about as remote as I like to go, consider me in that group afraid, paper road trail sounds beautiful but is more for my brother in law who we were visiting, he’s down in Brunswick, vacations in Rangelet area, moved up from Portland area because it was too populated for him.
Al said:
Maine is a beautiful state. My sister and her family vacationed in the Rangeley Lakes area for almost 30 years; they owned a cottage on the lakefront there. Never went there myself. However, I’ve been to Maine four times. The first trip was with a few guys from the neighborhood, back in the 70’s. We rented a new station wagon, loaded it up with fishing and camping gear, and visited a few spots up there.
We had read about a great, well-known fishing camp north or northeast of Rumford that was supposed to have legendary salmon and trout fishing. Well, it was one hell of a deal finding this place—and we never did. Of course, these were the days before electronic car GPS. Using maps, we took back dirt road after back dirt road after back dirt road, each one more primitive and rough than the last. When we finally got to the last “road” we turned into it, drove about 40 feet and came to an abrupt stop. We just looked ahead, dropped our jaws in disbelief and stared. The “road” was so terribly washed out that it truly, honestly, without any exaggeration looked like a dry creek bed—with small, medium and even a few large, rounded stones. There were more stones than there was dirt, and it stretched out before us for quite a ways before it turned in the distance. After some deliberation, we decided to give it a very slow try. I was driving, and I proceeded at 1 mph. After driving a whopping 25 feet or so, and bottoming out—badly—several times, I gave up, fearing that we might puncture the fuel tank or something else. We slowly backed out and left, frustrated.
One take away we had was the poverty we witnessed up there on the various back roads we travelled that week. It was real Tobacco Road. We saw poor families fishing for supper, lots of small homes that were nothing more than tar paper shacks with outhouses and no running water, Appalachian-type folk, etc. like a third-world country. Somewhat depressing.
Years later my family and I visited Acadia National Park (amazing!) and touristy Bar Harbour, toured the Maine coast in a motorhome, rented a cottage on the oceanfront at Eggemoggin Reach, across from Deer Island, and wolfed down fried haddock and clams at more than few clam shacks along the way. It’s a great state.
Steve said:
Awesome…
Thanks for sharing.
Gerard clifford said:
Al you couldn’t of explained it any better.in order to travel on most paper roads you need a mini monster truck,to get through all those washed out culverts ,wear there is no road left.that’s what makes it fun if you prepared .Great story Al.GT I no longer guide on a trip to one of Highest mountains in the country I got severe altitude sickness and almost died.now all my passion since the accident is to be out in the middle of nowhere on the paper roads on a beautiful lake staring at the mountains. I have an old hummer that’s how I get up the big mountains these days. Don’t have to worry about puncturing my gas tank great Story al. GT I understand how your brother-in-law feels. Once you get used to being out in the middle of nowhere it’s hard to live in town.
Jim casey said:
Our entire extended family of 19 stayed at Acadia in southwest Harbor(non-touristy) this past summer. Saw whales, went lobstering, countless hikes–absolutely marvellous. Paradise.
Gerard clifford said:
Kevin I did hang with your crew.played a lot of football games.good to here from you, I went out with a girl who lived on your street.always enjoyed talking to your dad.and yes i had my fun when the old home was torn down.just like all the guys from 16th street did. i think Danny L has the record for most golf balls winding up on 17th street.great times.thanks for reminding me Kevin.🏑