Originally Posted by trupeach1
My granny lived in the city, Brooklyn NY I remember the house she lived in and owned. It had 3 apartments however her and my uncles lived in the entire house, she didn't rent the apartments. Now I was 8 when granny moved so it was before then but I don;t know how young I was. It was the summer and I was staying with my granny. There was no AC, was it invented then I am not sure anyway the windows were open and fans were on. I don't remember how long I stayed all I remember is the smell of the exhaust from thrucks that come down the street. On garbage days now if the windows are open and I smell the exhaust of the truck I am brought back in time to grannys. A kind of strange thing to remember but I remember it like it was yesterday.
1 more thing there was a man that walked the streets selling Good Humor ice cream from a push cart. I MISS MY GRANNY!!!!!!!!!!
I grew up in Brooklyn, and remember the Good Humor man, ours usually came daily in a small white truck. Treats were sometime things, a penny or two to buy candy on our way back to school after lunch at home, soda maybe once a week.
Kids played outdoors all the time, skating in the street as there were very few cars, going to the playground, up to Prospect Park by ourselves and having 'adventures'. In the summer we took the bus to Sunset Park to swin in the big pools and sometimes on the weekend our family would pack a huge lunch and go to Coney Island or Riess Park for a day at the beach. Remember those gallon thermos for our drinks? No matter how much ice we put in them our drinks were always luke warm. Sunday after dinner we went to the movies taking along all our younger brothers and sisters. Movie, cartoon, news reel and a chapter all on one small box of candy. Had to ration out the candy to the little kids or they would eat their's even before the movie started and then they would cry to go home. A big woman in a white uniform and a flashlight was the matron who walked up and down the aisles to make sure we kept quiet during the show. Just the thought of her makes me shiver even today. Ah, those were the good old days, LOL!
May in Jersey
PS. We also lived in the 3 story house, it was owned by my grandfather. We had a huge kitchen in the basement and occupied the first floor, the 2 other floors were rented to other families. We had use of the back yard and spent may days there playing and helping my grandfather with the garden and his fig tree. Fig tree was wrapped up every winter so the frost wouldn't kill it. Sweetest figs I even tasted. Everyone had clothes lines from their kitchen window to the pole in the back of the yard and laundy was hanging every day of the week except Sunday. My mother had a wringer washing machine in the storage section of the basement that she rolled over to the kitchen sink. One time she got her arm caught in the wringer and that was the end of wringers for her.