Hi, Yeah, I know...somebody's going to say this isnt a sport, BUT when you have the aim I had, it becomes one! I remember being on my roof, and a boy named Elliot Baron was down in the street, and I lobbed a nice snowball...no, no ice...that's mean! I never thought I'd hit him, but it caught the back of his neck and landed in his hood. He just stood there in shock, and I called him, and he looked up and we laughed like mad. Next time I was downstairs, he pummeled me good with snow. All us kids would warm our frozen feet, socks,hands and gloves on the old radiator in the downstairs hall of our building. We were hearty kids when I think of it, and out in all kinds of weather. I sure did love playing in the snow, and hey, sledding in the old empty lot next to my building. Anything that was able to slide was used...old No Parking signs, cardboard boxes, and some kids even had real sleds! But we weren't fussy and gosh it was such fun!

Hi Kris,

I attended Our Lady of Victory School on Webster Avenue from 1941 through 1946. When there was snow there were snowball fights and even some of our nuns occasionally got into it with us students. At first we watched them throw snowballs at each other, and then they started throwing at us. It took a while, but finally we started pitching them back at them. I sort of think our aim was pretty bad, but it was fun to see them involved that way.

Pete

I guess I'd be happy if I saw nun 'cutting up' because it makes them seem more human and less austere. The nuns I saw were so pale, they barely looked alive, and they seldom smiled. If I was walking down the street with a Catholic girl, and we passed a nun, the girl would practically genuflect in the street. I guess everyone enjoys a good snowball fight. It's just contageous. God bless. Kris

When there was a very heavy snow the city made huge snow piles in the street they could get to 10 feet high. We made snow fort out of them, and threw snow balls at passing kids.

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Originally posted by dbob:
When there was a very heavy snow the city made huge snow piles in the street they could get to 10 feet high. We made snow fort out of them, and threw snow balls at passing kids.

Dbob, we did the same thing. We used to try and tunnel our way into the big mound of snow and try to make an igloo sort of house, it always collapsed, that's because some of the bigger kids would jump on it and smash it.

Also when it snowed heavily, the undergound subway stairs would have lots of snow on them. Before the transit guys cleared the snow we would get cardboard boxes and slide down the stairs like we were sledding.

Speaking of cardboard, did anyone here do like my friends did. We would get a big refridgerator box and make both ends open, then we would get into the box and roll it like a tank tread with about five kids in the box, maybe more. Sometimes we would roll right down the subway stairs, this sometimes hurt.

I never did that; but still have a big scar from when someone jumped on top of me when I was sleding, broke my sled , cut my chin.
The best hill in the our area was in Frans Siegal park; where the ball field is now

Ouch!!! That had to hurt! And the Subway step thing was quite a ride.

Do you know Lars and Ellen Osterling in Carmel? She's my sister? Such a small world, one never knows. God bless, Kris

OOPS...The Osterlings are in Carmel, New York.

I asked my wife we do not know the Osterlings In Carmel. We realy live in Mahopac with a Carmel address. A good portion of the people who live here use to live in the Bx. People in the Bx moved North. People fron Brooklyn and Queens moved out to long island

Hi, I reminded myself to call Ellen up. Things get too busy. She's my sister on my father's side and older than me, and she was raised in Mount Kisco, New York, but has been in Carmel, upstate, since her marriage many years ago.
Yes, there was a big exodus from the Bronx. I myself, did it in stages....Bx. to Bklyn, then Staten Island 22 years, and I miss my island so, and now Saratoga Springs, which is the loveliest, safest place, I think, to live. The flavor is kept Victorian in the buildings and streets. There are even mews (small and narrow, like Greenwich Village). It's a charming place, but I like to reminisce about the Bronx, because it had such zest and flavor, with the commingling of various ethnic groups. I began writing a book about it, and will have to get back to it soon. I found it all inspiring. I digress! lol. God bless, Kris

Did any body here ever build a giant snow ball? About four or five of us would start rolling a snow ball. As it got bigger, we would pat it down. We would get it to about seven feet in diameter. Then it got too big to move!

And yes we did the tank thing, only we did on a hill in the street.