We needed to shower and the moms needed to do laundry. Eating one of these took time and practice, lest one incur serious injury from hot oil spurting everywhere when one¹s teeth finally managed to pierce the surface of the crust.
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As the prevailing winds were usually advantageous to the placement of the colony, we might have never known about those chickens, were it not for the true farm fresh eggs available in the colony store each morning. Unless, of course, you succeed in convincing your parents to stay the extra day next weekend, and go home on Monday.
In my memory I am scaling the fat trunk of the giant tree posted deep in the outfield grass at the edge of the forest, grappling towards the tree house reserved for just we "guys", the boys of summer. Well, why the heck not? He owned a huge blue truck, the side painted with giant pickles. You are wearing blue shorts and a plain white tee shirt, your hair is closely cropped-a crewcut it was called.
He might have been Dorothy s Jewish uncle, if they¹d ever strayed from Kansas and left seed on the pale of settlement. At times, she sat and visited with us or even let us watch television. I took care of a little boy named David about seven hours a day, while his older siblings were in camp and his mom relaxed and played mah jonng. The main three-phone bank was at the main house where the Finks lived. Then, on top of the hill, at the front entrance to the colony, from behind the colony store, a red and white ambulance rolled onto the grounds. This left my scalp with a small scent of alcohol, and I wished for a tube of Brylcreme, with which, I'd been assured, "a little dab will do ya." The wood was unfinished but did not long remain barren. Then, all I knew was the red ones and yellow ones and purples, too& But they were bountiful and lush, so free and magnificent that even the children beheld the garden with reverence and awe, careful to never violate it s sovereignty with a stray ball or stumble, lest Charlie be disappointed with us. This colony is identical to your own, but in almost every way it is still somehow different, too.
Rumor is that on the expansive grounds on which the hotel sits, they are planning on replacing the baseball fields with bungalows. In the city, were he resided in Brighton Beach with his widowed son-in-law and my two teenaged cousins, Grandpa used the boardwalk for his daily constitutionals. People would put their baskets in the laundry room, with their detergent on top of the clothes, and as one person finished her load, she would load up the next person’s laundry in the machine and start it. ""Uh-huh," I said.
Sorry, I don’t recall that name. They were good workers, polite, easy-going, friendly, and they managed to last the entire season. The ebook is available from amazon.com, described here: http://t.co/q7VAeEhF.
It slowly moved across the center of the colony, passing between two bungalows to the rear of the grounds, where I knew only the laundry room, clotheslines, and handymen's quarters stood.
It moved across at a speed that looked pretty similar to a high flying plane (maybe a little faster).
In the distance you heard the rumble of a coming summer thunder-bumper, loud and angry and ominous. Later in the day camp closed out with arts and crafts, or kickball, or a hike through the woods to the Indian fort your friends had labored on long and hard to surprise the dads. New Yorkers hungry for mountain air, good food, and the American way of leisure came to the mountains by the thousands, and by the 1950s, more than a million people inhabited the summer world of bungalow colonies, summer camps, and small hotels.
It was an innocent enough ruse, until the day my little brother smashed one to smithereens with an official Yankee Bat Day Tom Tresh signature bat. Ringoleevio, not merely a game, but a passion, filled the hours between dusk and bedtime.
You moan and swear and look for an out.
Her husband was not.
My boss at the candy store in Mountaindale gave me the weekend off. Giggling, tickling, running, jumping, hopping, skipping, roller-skates and jump-ropes and doing everything without ever getting tired or lacking energy or wind or fearing you might pull or strain or sprain or weaken?
So it made some sense that Normie would take on this responsibility if my Dad or uncle was not there. I believe Katz' cakes and pastries are likely responsible for more the sale of more Glucophage than any other single factor on the planet. And, the Chapin Estate (www.chapinestate.com) features great mountain homes to spend summers. Camp HiLi was just across Kauneonga Lake from our colony and our dock. It was, by all means, just grass.
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What would they wear? Then the Babba’s (transcendental meditation), the Hassidim ( closed communities) Drug Rehab Centers, and Hotels converted into institutions for the mentally challenged moved in.
Bad drugs were announced.
She has long, silken black hair, and as you crane your neck you see it reaches down her perfect back to just above her jet-black jeans. God, did you have to have the Rabbi this year in Hebrew School? Their minds will evoke memories of the counselor's yarn, and they'll quiver in fear and curl up beneath their covers.
There was Chow-Chow Cup, of blessed memory. What would we then discover? Howdy Doody? Some of the vendors were so colorful and unique that they remain indelibly on my memory circuits even with the confounded passing over more than three decades. Peek through the screen-less windows now and squeeze shut your eyes. Even though I have been happily married since 2008, I have never forgotten a Ping Pong game at Grossinger’s You sit Indian style, your bottom catching a beating on the old dirt and gravel road.
And on tender summer evenings, as the light surrenders the sky and I slip beneath cool, crisp sheets to a waiting pile of Superman's, my dad comes to tuck me in, and I have fulfilled the wish I¹ve longed be granted for so many years now. He has his hair pulled back into a silly, little ponytail, and he is sweating from a non-stop hour of "doing the hustle." We got today for you potato, onion, kasha, mushroom and pizza knishes. Across the road construction was underway on what you'd been told would be a shopping mall.
This spot was called "Kissing Rock.
Bungalow Colony.
©2017 Heeb Media, LLC. Each donut, too, contained enough smooth, sweet yellow custard to refill the colony swimming pool.
At once transfixed and impatient, jittery with the interminable wait for the go ahead from Houston, we scrambled outside into the starry night and gazed heavenward. Like millions of his generation, he spoke little English, read none at all, and enjoyed few if any prospects for shelter, let alone a job.
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Dew Drop Inn, Pine Inn, Mountaindale House, Moonglow Inn, Rosmarins, Skops, Friendship, Cutler's, Fair Oaks.. How many others have slipped from memory, now just empty stages where weeds push through neglected pavement, and shadow puppets play across the abandoned handball court? I remember the one that started the day with the National Anthem.
or ?Hey Look Me Over.?
Hold tight by the window now and listen for the voices of your friends calling you out for stickball, or swimming, or for softball, maybe ring-o-leevio. All was as we'd left it last Labor Day, and another season stood waiting it's inauguration, ripe with a myriad of wonderful and exciting possibilities.
You've adjourned to the living room, where, through a web of cartons and bags and pots and pans, you watch the flickering tuxedo clad image of Jerry Lewis, his blue hair slick, cajoling with the same supplication, "Please!
He stretched out, crossing his long, lean legs and placing his muddy boots up on the metal table. At sometime between dinner Sunday and breakfast Monday, the dads vanished, banished back to "the city", where they slaved long and hard to earn the bounty that made our summer's solace possible.
It seems Uncle Lenny was a gambler. The pool held no water and was filled with a winter¹s worth of branches, leaves and twigs.
I remember my mom berating him for lending money to the men, because she was certain the cash would do little else but contribute to their almost constant off-duty state of inebriation.Yet, for whatever their shortcomings, each June we returned to find Paul and Martin dutifully at work painting bungalows, repairing lawn furniture, seeding gardens, prepping the pool, and apparently genuinely happy to see the return of the summer guests. These men were named Jack Eagle, Freddie Roman, Charlie Callas, Joe Mauro, Jack Wakefield, Stuie Stone, Lenny Rush, Mal Z Lawrence, Lenny Schultz, London Lee, Van Harris?so many others whose names slip from memory. Your days would go on forever and your evenings would be enchanted and filled with mystery and wonder, and each and every memory would be stored inside you, special and sanctified, sweet as the morning¹s dew on the summer lawn.
If Kaplan's didn't display the college's colors, then it is likely it had ceased to exist. How to divide up an entire camp of kids of disparate ages? The Catskills not only created a refuge for Jews, it also.
You heard someone say he runs the music. He dutifully shopped at Maxie's, a haberdasher of long standing in Williamsburgh, Brooklyn.
Dad was going to visit her. But when he reaches out his hand, your angel places hers in his, and then, in an instant, she is gone.Through other summer nights you will see her again. The huts and shacks and cottages of my childhood have not withstood the years without turning weathered and weary, yet the colony stands there still. ""Uh-huh," I said.