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  • Scott Boggs

    At the baltimore Artscape 2009 (I drove up, it was worth fighting I-95), some local writers made a presentation on "The Stoop Story Project". Very interesting, but not that germane to the lives of central Floridians like myself.

  • Shea Molloy

    Anyone down for an infographic of stoop styles in NYC?

  • Joanne Hughes

    My parents were born and raised on the lower east side of Manhattan. I was born almost 10 years after the end of WW 2 and was raised in a suburb of the city. The "stoop" was an integral part of life not in just the 5 boroughs but on Long Island as well.
    Yes, we played stoop ball with that pink spauldeen that could bounce like crazy and it was a meeting place for kids, mothers and fathers alike. On hot summer nights, before air conditioning, I can remember sitting out on the stoop in my pajamas, while my parents smoked cigarettes and caught up on the days events. Or, before leaving for an outing, being dressed to go with the directive "sit on the stoop and don't move!". The stoop was the place the milkman left the delivery, where the evening paper was rolled up into the railing and a great jumping off point to see how far we could land on the sidewalk. (It was also the site of my falling off on a few occasions causing me to receive my share of stitches).

    Thank you for bringing back a memory of my childhood!

    • Laura Y

      @Joanne! Oh, thank you for bringing tears to my eyes while reading your comment! Are you sure we're not sisters? Although I was born in Ohio at the New Year of '61 I spent many a pajama'd night on our front stoop playing with the neighbor kids while our parents had drinks and talked. So many games played like 'Colored Eggs' and 'Counting Cars' (I always called Woody Wagon first!)
      I'm saddened that our children, although given so much more than we had, were robbed of these memories.

  • Sheryl Gross-Glaser

    I guess I am a person of a certain age, though born way after WWII. I remember playing stoop ball and Ring-a-levio. We used a spauldine, called a pinky ball, which we bought at a candy store named Goody's. Though I grew up in a cooperative apartment building (in a set of five buildings where everyone knew everyone else) in Brooklyn, we called the outdoor staircase to the roof of the garage a stoop and played stoop ball and hung out there. Even the five steps up the apartment house entrance was referred to as a stoop.
    Would be nice to know what were the rules of Ring-a-levio. We stopped playing pretty young because the older kids outgrew it and no one stayed outside all evening long after everyone got air conditioning.
    Stoops were definitely the territory of kids. The adults would lean against cars in front of the buildings or, mostly women, would sit on benches in the neighborhood parks.
    I imagine that the children of Brooklyn Heights, Park Slope and other neighborhoods do not play stoop ball anymore. We were allowed to be outside without our parents from a pretty young age (about six), and our parents trusted us to not get killed if a ball rolled into the street.
    Thanks for the nice post.