Well, having been born in Brooklyn, I was naturally a Dodger fan. When Dr. Diane Perlman came to interview Israeli peace activists about their childhood heroes who served as inspirations, mine was of course Jackie Robinson, my first childhood hero. Patrice Lumumba would come much later. I never understood why my father, who was born and grew up in Brooklyn, was a Yankee fan. It may have had something to do with being a teenager during the Depression and the heroics of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig. To this day, when I see the ubiquitous Yankee cap, it looks to me like a swastika. I heard the traumatic Bobby Thomson "shot heard round the world" home run in 1951 on the radio, because a TV was not yet allowed into the house. Kids should read books. And when the Dodgers were hijacked to LA, it was my first lesson in the evils of capitalism. My son in Tel Aviv can't understand how a team can be transferred by its owner away from it's fan base to another city. Only in America.
I have the same memory about seeing that vivid green field coming out of the tunnel. For me, it was a night game at Yankee Stadium. I had never seen such green grass before in my life!
I love the section about early tv. Our earliest tv had doors that you opened to watch it. One of my earliest memories is putting a piece of plastic on the screen to play Winky Dink. And Ernie Kovac and Groucho Marx on You bet your life
I lived on Ave P for my first six years. I have no haircut memories. My father was a Dodgers fan until he was a Mets fan. He loved Perry Como, called him Perrala.
Norman, I am a Mets fan by way of the Dodgers by way of my American husband who grew up in Brooklyn not far from Ebbets Field, BUT, MOSTLY, when growing up in Panama--the Dodgers being the underdogs of that famous rivalry--we rooted for the underdog of course. And Yankees, well, Yankee Go Home! (I did allow myself to root for Mariano Rivera for at least four seasons.) Lovely piece!
Well, having been born in Brooklyn, I was naturally a Dodger fan. When Dr. Diane Perlman came to interview Israeli peace activists about their childhood heroes who served as inspirations, mine was of course Jackie Robinson, my first childhood hero. Patrice Lumumba would come much later. I never understood why my father, who was born and grew up in Brooklyn, was a Yankee fan. It may have had something to do with being a teenager during the Depression and the heroics of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig. To this day, when I see the ubiquitous Yankee cap, it looks to me like a swastika. I heard the traumatic Bobby Thomson "shot heard round the world" home run in 1951 on the radio, because a TV was not yet allowed into the house. Kids should read books. And when the Dodgers were hijacked to LA, it was my first lesson in the evils of capitalism. My son in Tel Aviv can't understand how a team can be transferred by its owner away from it's fan base to another city. Only in America.
I was born a democrat and a Yankee fan!
I have the same memory about seeing that vivid green field coming out of the tunnel. For me, it was a night game at Yankee Stadium. I had never seen such green grass before in my life!
I love the section about early tv. Our earliest tv had doors that you opened to watch it. One of my earliest memories is putting a piece of plastic on the screen to play Winky Dink. And Ernie Kovac and Groucho Marx on You bet your life
I lived on Ave P for my first six years. I have no haircut memories. My father was a Dodgers fan until he was a Mets fan. He loved Perry Como, called him Perrala.
Perry was definitely a Perrala. And I have a cousin and a friend, both formerly of Ave. P. One turning 83, one turning 81. (An Alter and a Brenner.)
Norman, I am a Mets fan by way of the Dodgers by way of my American husband who grew up in Brooklyn not far from Ebbets Field, BUT, MOSTLY, when growing up in Panama--the Dodgers being the underdogs of that famous rivalry--we rooted for the underdog of course. And Yankees, well, Yankee Go Home! (I did allow myself to root for Mariano Rivera for at least four seasons.) Lovely piece!
Thank you. Growing up on Long Island I was a big Met fan, too, in the early days. Loved Marvelous Marv (former Yankee, by the way).