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Remember living on Brooklyn Ave., Pacific St., Prospect Pl., and Park Place. I went to Holy Innocents and then to St. Gregory's . . . and on to Bishop McDonnell's on Eastern Parkway. Left Park Place in 1950 to marry. I went to many dances at St. Teresa's . . . had many friends from that parish . . .Kitty Madden , Edna Cullen, Eileen Detmer. Would love to find them. If any of you out there are familiar with this area, please e-mail me. Also we were never without playmates and games to play, even if we made them up ourselves . . . and usually did. No fancy toys . . . a ball and a broom stick and chalk.
Lincoln Terrace Park baseball fields fences seemed so long as a kid playing baseball there. Tilden H.S. field was even longer, and the Parade Grounds field was the longest. Now years later, I play golf and see that the distances I once thought were so long are not so long after all. I hit a golf ball 250 yards and play some holes that are over 600 yards long. Distance like age is in the eye of the beholder. To a 10-year-old 30 is old, to a 30-year-old 50 is real old but to a 60-year-old all is relative. Betsy Head Pool was deep, Farragut Pool even deeper. Dyker Beach golf course was beautiful, Marine Park golf a gem. Now after all my rounds of golf at the finest courses all over the world the beauty and gem of my first encounters of golf are some of my finest memories.
Joe
I grew up in South Brooklyn (now called Carroll Gardens I guess) in the fabulous '50s. I can remember the never-ending summers, playing all kinds of ball: stick, stoop, punch, slap, box, poison. The whole neighborhood was one big family in those days, you couldn't get away with a thing, because everybody knew your parents! I loved every minute of my childhood, to this day. I still think it's a shame that kids today have no conception of a "neighborhood"—to them it's driving around or hanging out at the mall—UGH. Any alumni from Our Lady of Peace grammar school out there? How about Bishop Loughlin High School? Let's hear from you.
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