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09-24-2014, 10:43 AM
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Where I lived, most businesses were closed on Sunday morning, and many were closed all day. Public activities like youth and high school sports were never held on Sunday. My town (Chicago suburbs) has grade school football games on Sunday mornings, which still seems strange to me.
I will say I appreciate being able to grocery shop or visit the guitar store or library on Sunday afternoon.
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09-24-2014, 11:01 AM
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09-24-2014, 11:19 AM
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The Mother Road, Route 66.
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09-24-2014, 12:39 PM
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My grandfather's recipes for eclairs, dutch rolls and Black Forest Cake (among many other specialties...he was a Master Pastry Chef). He kept those recipes in Dutch, in his own handwriting, which few people could decipher, so my grandmother thought they weren't worth keeping. My mind still reels at the culinary treasures lost. If I could taste once more just the filling he used for those eclairs, my taste buds would be forever grateful.
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09-24-2014, 04:18 PM
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Last kosher deli in Brooklyn is Adelman's on Kings Highway and East 19th Street; all the other big ones - College Deli (I'm a BC alum myself), Hy Tulip, Grabstein's, Empress, and TMK Mill Basin, just to name a few - have all bitten the dust. Katz's on Houston Street used to be the best-kept secret in town - they had 35-cent hot dogs when everyone else was charging a buck or more - until they too got discovered about 20 years ago, and Ershowsky's. Schmulka Bernstein's, and Isaac Gellis have also long since gone under (sorry guys, but nothing else is real deli in my book)... Used to be you could still find appetizing stores in abundance in Boro Park, along Avenues J and M in Flatbush, as well as the odd one along Kings Highway east of Ocean Parkway and 86th Street between 20th and 23rd Avenues - don't even see them much in the hard-core Orthodox Jewish neighborhoods anymore. Good news is there's still one down on Orchard Street, along with Guss' Pickle Works (the Holy Grail if you're a pickle maven) - I was weaned on the latter while still in the stroller (other kids got ice cream and lollipops  ), and my fifth-graders pointed it out to me on a trip to the Tenement Museum a few years ago...As an ex-Brooklyn girl I'm surprised you don't remember the difference between a genuine "el" and a post-1914 extension of the subway system. Without giving away our respective ages  we're both old enough to have ridden at least two of them - the Myrtle Avenue line (closed and torn down in 1969) and the Broadway/Williamsburg Bridge line (upgraded in 1914 but dating to circa-1890) - as well as the last of the trolleys in late 1956. With all the talk about global warming and greenhouse emissions, IMO the latter never should have been taken out of service - but even all these years later, it's still hard to fight the ghost of Robert Moses... Although general/family practice do indeed exist as sub-specialties, the old "family doctor" - who delivered you, saw you through the usual childhood diseases, gave you your pre-marital blood test, delivered your first-born, and sat at bedside and held Mom's hand in her final days - is long gone. These days, I see no less than three different specialists for things that would have been routinely handled by one (since-deceased) individual as recently as my early post-grad days - and I'm in pretty good health for a dude my age...  I recall, as a four-year-old, my folks being visited by an individual from the NYCHA shortly after we moved into the Marlboro projects. My father was the sole wage-earner at the time, working as an accounting clerk for a since-defunct steamship company (another addition to the list...), and as he was at work at the time the interview was conducted with my mother; although I was not informed of the contents of the conversation until adulthood, my mother was informed that we in fact qualified for what was still termed "home relief." In spite of that revelation, we really did not lack for much: we owned a (used) car, were generally well-clothed/fed, and had a couple spare dollars for some of the aforementioned amusements (drive-in restaurants, second-run movies) as well as my initial music lessons; the financial crunch (in spite of which we never accepted government benefits of any kind) didn't set in in earnest until the aftermath of the Kennedy assassination and the transition to the Johnson administration - and at the risk of crossing certain forum guidelines I think we're both students of history enough to understand my point here, so I'll just leave it at that... As a corollary to the above, it's also been fashionable to bash/tag homogenous ethnic neighborhoods with a variety of labels - which I also won't get into here in the interest of forum guidelines - for the last half-century or so; suffice it to say I enjoyed - and still do - the unique culture and flavor of each: Scandinavian, Irish, Italian, Jewish, Asian, Latino, West Indian, just to name a few. As I teach my students, ethnic enclaves arose in response to people's need for mutual support, security, and personal/group identity - seems to me the only ones who stand to profit from destroying those sharply defined boundaries are those poised to reap the often-substantial financial benefits... If you remember Flatbush Avenue, Kings Highway, Pitkin Avenue, Church Avenue, 3rd and 5th Avenues in Bay Ridge, or 86th Street back in the day, you'll know whereof I speak when I say that mom-&-pop businesses are effectively dead. As far as the arts (music/dance) schools are concerned, when I began playing in the early-60's there were no less than eight such operations within walking distance of my home - unlike then-upscale neighborhoods like Flatbush and Bay Ridge, we were far from a hotbed of activity - and mega-chain Sam Ash was still quite literally a mom-&-pop operation ("Mom" Rose Ash ran the cash register every day until her death) among dozens that dotted the streets of Brooklyn (only one of which - Maggio's Music - still remains)... Finally, I well remember the old "600" schools as well as morning invocations - and again, speaking as one who was there back in the day, we'll probably just have to agree to disagree; while it's become increasingly popular to minimize/demonize our national roots they are, if one looks at the strictly historical foundations of most of the original colonies, unquestionably Judeo-Christian in origin, at a time when denominational differences were of paramount significance. The public school that I attended was multi-ethnic/multi-cultural (to use current terminology), drawing its student body from the adjacent (Italian/Jewish) neighborhood as well as the (Italian/Jewish/Irish/Latino/pan-African) projects, and although there were those (very few) who chose not to participate the overall prevailing spirit was one of mutual understanding and acceptance; all my Jewish friends knew the Lord's Prayer and the Nativity/Easter stories, I attended my share of Bar Mitzvahs (I've been told I look great in a yarmulke  ), the first paying gig I did as a 12-year-old was the weekly Saturday night dance at the African-American (Presbyterian) church one block from my building - and none of us were the worse for it. Suffice it to say that my elementary school had exactly one suspension in the six years that I attended (the kid eventually wound up in a "600" school TMK), I didn't have to worry that the class bully I treated to a bloody nose in fourth grade would be packing a 9-mil the next day - and none of our parents felt the need to send us for martial-arts lessons. Correlation, perhaps - I have my opinions, and I'll leave the rest for others to decide...
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09-25-2014, 06:29 PM
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Mechanical pencils and fountain pens.
Actual wire clothes hangers. People sweeping grass from the sidewalk and street after cutting instead of leaf blowers. Exercise? Wuzzat? Points and condenser ignition systems. Gasoline for 25-cents/gallon. A male population that only carried wallets versus today's purse and bag toting crop of swarthy specimens. Rebels without a cause versus today's hipsters, or whatever the new convention-busting types are labeled. Fewer restrictive laws on the books. Professional sport that didn't have to apologize for what it was versus todays nail-nibbling attorney-driven play rules.
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09-25-2014, 07:43 PM
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I didn't read all the Post's but how 'bout the classic "fade" at the end of a song. You remember, the band and singer keep going but the volume dramatically softens to a silence. Then Casey Kasem would come in and say "Thank you for that long distance dedication. Our next song is going to number one like a bullet."
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I agree 100% with the next poster directly below me on this particular subject. Last edited by PointBlank; 09-25-2014 at 07:56 PM.
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09-25-2014, 09:35 PM
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09-25-2014, 10:23 PM
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My sister and I got our first few guitars at Sam Ash on Eastern Parkway before it became a chain. (Still have my sister’s D-12-20, until she decides she wants to start playing it again). And my mom, rest her soul, was the 4-yr-old flower girl at Sam & Rose’s wedding--Rose was my (much older) aunt’s best friend. Glad to know Guss’ is still around--rumor has it that Peter Riegert’s pickle-merchant character in “Crossing Delancey” was based on the owner circa the late ‘70s. We all used the same family doc as soon as we got too old for our pediatrician (who moved out to L.I.). Had to take a bus to the BMT Canarsie Line to his office deep in the E. New York ghetto. You’re right--took care of us from jr. high straight up through my premarital blood tests and my last allergy shots the day before my wedding. He got my dad through three heart attacks and kept him alive for decades. He saw my grandma too, until she moved to FL and he retired upstate. Sadly, he couldn’t come to our wedding--we didn’t serve kosher food and his wife may have disapproved of our mixed marriage (43 yrs and counting). But our current family doc handles most of our non-surgical stuff--took care of Bob’s dad once he moved in with us and manages our son’s asthma & flu shots. I remember Pitkin Ave. was the center of the Brownsville universe--the Loewe’s Pitkin, the dry goods shops; and the line of police cars outside Fortunoff’s every Sunday--the store freely violated the city’s “blue laws” and the local constabulary enjoyed a healthy little side income in return for looking the other way. Back then, it sold everything but clothes & furniture--for jewelry you went to your neighborhood jeweler (or up to Diamond Row along 47th St. for the eventual "rock”). I also remember the only other stuff you could buy on Sun. were fresh baked goods and whatever milk, eggs, and newspapers the bakery sold--or from the corner candy store along with your egg cream, candy bars, comic books and tchotchkes like yo-yos (and spare strings), wooden tops (needle point or the pricier ball-bearing), Spaldeens and Fli-Bak paddles. (Wonder how many AGFers are scratching their heads in puzzlement over the words “egg cream,” “Spaldeen,” and “Fli-Bak”)? Blew my mind when we first arrived in Seattle after our wedding in ’71 and found both supermarkets and department stores open on Sundays!
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Rum-flavored chiffon studded with candied fruits, topped with whipped cream and dark chocolate curls.
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09-26-2014, 06:59 AM
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In the Czech community of West here in Texas (you might recall the news story of the fertilizer plant explosion a couple of years ago) there's a bakery long famous state-wide (and perhaps farther) for their kolaches. Not the pig-in-a-blanket type, but the flat style with "thumbprint" filled with preserves or cream cheese or similar. What most people DON'T know is that it's my grandfather's recipe. When he came to Texas from New York back in the '30s, he sold bakery flours, spices and other ingredients for a Canadian company called Gumpert's, and he did it successfully by revealing his own custom recipes to whoever bought his wares. Dirk
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09-26-2014, 09:18 AM
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Here's a couple more I thought of...
Paper drinking straws. Remember them? Before they were plastic. You had to be careful not to bite and close them up. (I was a kid then) JCPenneys stuff was always "Sanforized." And you could tell you were in a JCP store by that certain smell. I've been in former JCP stores that still smell like JCP. A local thing; when White Castles were staffed by old ladies in hairnets. And they all worked there for years... Movies on the local networked TV affiliates. We had three or four movies a day. Movies in the afternoon, early evening, late evening, late night. Horror shows on Friday at midnight. Movies on Sunday and Saturday afternoons. Lots and lots of movies. There are still movies on TV but not very often on the ABC, CBS, NBC OTA affiliates. Where there were 30 minutes of local news at 630pm instead of 1.5 hours. I do not remember it, but before that it was 15 local and 15 national. Local programming on TV. Kids shows, talk shows, cooking shows, even game shows.
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