Stay strong. Stay positive. Stay safe…
Stay strong. Stay positive. Stay safe…
From Glenn Thomas:
It is with great sadness that I post that Thomas Larkin Sr. passed away after a long fight with a difficult illness. Tom was 66.
Tom was the long time president of the Holy Name Father’s Guild which provided many sports and youth activities for our neighborhood children.
He is survived by his wife Diane and three children, Kristen, Thomas Jr. and Michael. Tom is also survived by his two brothers Michael and Patrick.
The arrangements are the following:
Wake will be held Friday, February 28 at M.J. Smith Sons, 255 9th Street in Brooklyn, NY.
2-5 and 7-9 PM
Funeral mass will be Saturday February 29 10 AM at Holy Name Church, 245 Prospect Park West in Brooklyn, NY.
Shoveling the Court:
There they were, two of the best point guards our neighborhood ever produced. Edgar Dela-Rosa and Gammie. On a cold, snowy December night, must have been close to 7:00 PM.
Holy Name boys schoolyard had three full courts. Edgar and Gammie were hard at work removing the snow from the middle court.
It had snowed a lot earlier in the day, matter of fact it snowed all day and just stopped at six. After school I didn’t bother to go to the schoolyard like we normally did to play ball. Cold weather didn’t stop us, nor did the snow. Just didn’t feel up to it. Instead I hung out with my friends on ninth avenue throwing snowballs at people. We were also skitching on the back if the 75 and 69 buses.
After dinner I was hanging out with my friends on Howard Place and Prospect Avenue. We did this often, never really picked a particular corner. It was random, every day.
I looked in the boys schoolyard and saw two people shoveling. I walked in and Edgar and Gammie were hard at work. In our neighborhood we didn’t have a gym. The boys schoolyard was where we played ball. No rec center. You weren’t getting in Bishop Ford High School to play.
At the time Edgar played for St. Francis College and Gammie was a senior at John Jay High School. These two fantastic point guards shoveled a narrow path from one baseline to the other; fence to the church wall.
After they cleared a path, all they did was work on their dribbling. Up and down the court. Cross-over, behind the back, covering a lot of ground. Spinning and hesitation too…
“Yo Red, grab a shovel and help us!” Gammie shouted.
I did what I was told and began to help them. There was a shovel leaning against the fence. When I was done, I joined them. My friends stood outside the chain-linked fence and watched us. When Gammie and Edgar left, I shoveled some more. I needed more space to get a few shots up. After that night I would shovel the courts often.
Those were the days my friend…
meatball sandwich. Check that, I miss a good meatball hero!
Thank you Kevin Molloy for the correction…
This incident in Brooklyn breaks my heart. If you come across an attack, do all you can to help the victim. We can’t allow these punks to get away with this behavior.
What we’re gonna do here is go back, way back, back into time.
Brooklyn, New York in the late 70’s and early 80’s to be exact. It was a different Brooklyn back then.
The Barclay’s on Flatbush and Atlantic? S.M.H.
My friends and I played outside in the streets from early morning to late into the night. Some nights we didn’t go home. We called it, “Breakin’ Night.”
Holy Name schoolyard was our favorite spot. The priests would kick us out at 10:00 PM. We played all sports. No such thing as specialization. Basketball was my favorite.
We rode the F-train to Coney Island and back (never paying our fare).
We hitched on the back of the 68 or 75 bus and rode our bikes all over New York City.
We broke balls.
We broke windows playing stickball (accidentally of course).
We didn’t have cell phones.
No one owned a gun. Not that I knew of anyway.
Our parents were not watching our every move.
We learned to be tough. You failed at something, you got back up.
We learned to fight our own battles. Sometimes.
We didn’t run home, tell mommy or daddy what happened.
Wait a minute, daddy? My dad left for good when I was six.
Mom didn’t blame the teacher when I failed a test nor did she complain to the coach if I came off the bench for the basketball team.
Best of all the friendships formed and nurtured were unbreakable. I loved the people I grew up with. They were loyal and cared about me.
Sure we argued with each other, we even had a fistfight or two. But the next day in the schoolyard we were teammates playing two-on-two.
Those were the days my friend.
For many years I always thought successful people in life had something special. Maybe it was their upbringing? Maybe it was their college education? Their family had a lot of money? Owned a big house? Both parents at home?
But you know what? It’s none of those things. Oh sure they may help a bit, especially your upbringing but here’s what I learned:
4-Be a good person
6-Stay in the present moment