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Notes of a Footnote – 5 – The Nabes

Little Red in Spaldeen City When I was growing up in the West Village during the late ‘40s and early ’50 there were eleven movie houses within what I considered walking distance of my home on Bethune Street.  They were, from south to north, the Waverly; Hudson Playhouse; 8th Street Playhouse; Art; Loew’s Sheridan; Greenwich; 5th Avenue Playhouse; Elgin; RKO 23rd...

Notes of a Footnote – 4 – Spaldeen City

Little Red in Spaldeen CityTopping the list of essential items of sporting equipment in use during my West Village childhood were the pale pink hollow rubber balls – about the size and feel of freshly shaven tennis balls – that were known to several generations of New York City kids as spaldeens.  Manufactured by the firm of A.G. Spalding &...

Notes of a Footnote – 3 – Dropout

Little Red in Spaldeen CityI always hated school.  I hated it from the moment my mother first left me, age four, at the Winfield Nursery on Horatio Street to the day in 1959 when I slipped out through one of the Amsterdam Avenue fire doors of the High School of Commerce, never to return.  I still can’t say positively whether...

Notes of a Footnote – 2 – Anne & Joe

Little Red in Spaldeen City  My mother and father were both born and raised in Chicago and were, respectively, second and first generation Irish-Americans.  Their desire to move from the Gem of the Prairie to New York City – and to Greenwich Village particularly – was a commonplace among people with their interests, ideas and, in my father’s case, ambitions.  Many...