Southern NY, Dutchess county and below

[Carolyn252]

Carolyn Where in Brooklyn did you grow up? I grew up in Brighton Beach near Grady Park. As a teen I worked in a little shop that sold newspapers, candy & stuff on Neptune Ave & Ocean Pkwy called Joe V's near Lincoln HS that made the best egg creams! Had one in Huntington not too long ago where they had a big sign bragging that they were made like in Brooklyn but No Way. I watched her make it & knew right away she had no clue how to make one. I was so disappointed

I grew up on E.98 Street between Lenox and Wilmore. About two or three blocks from the old Beth-El hospital (now called Brookdale University Hospital), near Church Ave and not too far from Linden Blvd. Our train station was Saratoga Ave. We walked to Pitkin Ave for all the shops and stores and the "big" movie theater. Our local little movie theater was The Ambassador, right beneath the Saratoga Ave train station. The Saratoga let the kids in for a nickel a kid; that was for about 25 color cartoons and two feature films. Me and my older brother would bring tuna sandwiches, a quart of milk and two pickles and sit there all day. There was SO MUCH spilled drinks, tossed popcorn and even pee on the entire theatre floor when the day was over. I'm sure the cleaners must have muttered swear words every Saturday when the day was over. Must have been a few hundred kids in there all day, screaming at the screen, laughing their heads off and having a wonderful time. My brother hated having to miss ten minutes of the movies every hour or so, cause I needed to go to the little girls' room and he had to hold my hand so I didn't get lost. Memories....

 

[lichick28]

Those memories sound like fun. We walked to the movie theater in Sheapshead bay which was about a mile away to see two movies for .25 cents Never wanted to waste money on the bus. I wonder what was in my parents mind that they let a 9 year old go off for the day like that. Always had my brother with me but he was 8. That's also the time I started wanting chickens. I would put eggs from the fridge under every radiator in the house. My father would find them rotten stinking up the house. I had no idea how to hatch but just wanted chickens so bad. Finally we walked to 86th. st. near Spumoni Gardens & got a few leg horns. We walked home with them in a box & I was in my glory. He made a run under our deck & they would go into the basement at night through a window. Yeh memories

 

[Imprfctme]

Those memories sound like fun. We walked to the movie theater in Sheapshead bay which was about a mile away to see two movies for .25 cents Never wanted to waste money on the bus. I wonder what was in my parents mind that they let a 9 year old go off for the day like that. Always had my brother with me but he was 8. That's also the time I started wanting chickens. I would put eggs from the fridge under every radiator in the house. My father would find them rotten stinking up the house. I had no idea how to hatch but just wanted chickens so bad. Finally we walked to 86th. st. near Spumoni Gardens & got a few leg horns. We walked home with them in a box & I was in my glory. He made a run under our deck & they would go into the basement at night through a window. Yeh memories

That is an adorable story! Love that the chicken obsession began that young.

 

[lichick28]

Don't know where that obsession came from either. We were not an area where people raised chickens. We got the leghorns from a slaughter house. I tried to grow veggies in containers on the roof but it was too hard to get water up there & my father would yell at me that I was going to fall off the roof. I would love to walk to the nursery & pick up leaves/stems that fell on the floor & stick em in my pocket. I would transplant them in a little container & get them to grow & then sell them in front of my house. That's how I made my money at 9 to go to the movies or Coney Island.

 

[Carolyn252]

Don't know where that obsession came from either. We were not an area where people raised chickens. We got the leghorns from a slaughter house. I tried to grow veggies in containers on the roof but it was too hard to get water up there & my father would yell at me that I was going to fall off the roof. I would love to walk to the nursery & pick up leaves/stems that fell on the floor & stick em in my pocket. I would transplant them in a little container & get them to grow & then sell them in front of my house. That's how I made my money at 9 to go to the movies or Coney Island.

BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[magsrags]

Those memories sound like fun. We walked to the movie theater in Sheapshead bay which was about a mile away to see two movies for .25 cents Never wanted to waste money on the bus. I wonder what was in my parents mind that they let a 9 year old go off for the day like that. Always had my brother with me but he was 8. That's also the time I started wanting chickens. I would put eggs from the fridge under every radiator in the house. My father would find them rotten stinking up the house. I had no idea how to hatch but just wanted chickens so bad. Finally we walked to 86th. st. near Spumoni Gardens & got a few leg horns. We walked home with them in a box & I was in my glory. He made a run under our deck & they would go into the basement at night through a window. Yeh memories

 

[lichick28]

HEY MAGGIE ARE YOU A GRAND MA YET?

 

[magsrags]

HEY MAGGIE ARE YOU A GRAND MA YET?

Any day now! Gina is ready to pop. The 28th is the "due date" but I don't know if she'll wait that long.

Her blood pressure is up a little but she is otherwise doing great.

 

[lichick28]

Let us know when the little guy gets here

 

[Imprfctme]

Don't know where that obsession came from either. We were not an area where people raised chickens. We got the leghorns from a slaughter house. I tried to grow veggies in containers on the roof but it was too hard to get water up there & my father would yell at me that I was going to fall off the roof. I would love to walk to the nursery & pick up leaves/stems that fell on the floor & stick em in my pocket. I would transplant them in a little container & get them to grow & then sell them in front of my house. That's how I made my money at 9 to go to the movies or Coney Island.

What a wonderful story. I love it. I was more into being a hunter-gatherer at that age, collecting bugs, leaves, stones, etc. I was obsessed with Little House on the Prairie and wanted a team of horses and a wagon. I don't think it occurred to me that chickens were even a possibility. I was walking around my backyard this morning, moping a bit and feeling rather sorry for myself that I would have to leave my garden, and my hens. What bugged me more than the idea of having to start over was the thought that the chances of anyone wanting to continue what I've been doing are next to zero. The real estate agent has our yard described as "room for a pool" not "well cultivated garden with native plants". It just brought back all those feelings of being so "weird" compared to the other girls. I was never interested in clothes or soap operas, just being outside and taming wild creatures. Even now I can't stand the idea of going shopping for shoes, I have to force myself to go. I just hate the thought of someone coming through my house and yard and judging me. At least I don't have to hear it though. So glad I found chickens and chicken peeps, you all are my tribe.