Posted by Ken J Kotcher
on Thursday, March 5th 2020:
I originally wrote this and posted it on the Bronxboard almost 20 years ago. I think it still rings true... hope you enjoy it.
BRONX YOUTHFUL MEMORIES
(An Open Letter To Fellow Bronxites)
Let your mind travel back to the Bronx days of old.
Of kids climbing Winter stairwells that were often too cold.
We’d “hang out” on the front stoops and the “Super” would say….
Whadayadoin?… get the hell away!
Comin’ home at 3 PM everyday after school...
To “hang out” with friends and just act cool.
Sure, our parents were strick, but we kids were no fools.
We listened to their advice, towed the mark, obeyed their rules (well, most of the time).
Stickball, Scully, and lotsa’ other schoolyard games.
So many friends… parents couldn’t even remember their names!
Whacha-doin layder? We would say…
Nuttin’ much… meecha’ in the schooyard to play!
Didn’t need much money for everyday fun.
Friendships were valued… yeah, “One on One”.
Hell, today’s Bronx neighborhoods… they just aren’t the same.
Nobody even knows anyone’s name.
But those were the days back in our “Old Bronx” borough…
When neighborhoods thrived amid mixed cultures thorough.
Ya’ comin’ down, or watt? Your buddies would screee-em.
Not a day would pass where you didn’t wanna’ see ‘em.
Those days are not gone, they’re still in each of our minds.
With thoughts very vivid…. well, some of the time.
Ya’ know, many of those old friendships today still ring true.
I can attest to this… I still have a few.
Wouldn’t change anything now even if I could.
‘Cept goin’ back to Little League bats made outta’ wood.
Those vivid Bronx memories are great there’s no doubt.
Hey, just make no mistake of watt ahm tawkin about…
Those days of hangin’ out in “the neighborhoods”… hangin’ with our pals,
Days spent in the Bronx, with our buddies and our gals.
All that this little rhyme is tryin’ to say,
Is that the memories of the “Old Bronx” are still with us today.
So drift back to those days and let your mind float away.
To sun, sand, and bathing suits… the Rooftop, Orchard Beach, Coney Island, Far Rockaway.
Times that are gone but certainly not forgotten.
Some memories sweet, maybe some that are rotten.
But one thing’s for certain… one thing’s for sure.
We all miss those days of innocence… days sweet and pure.
In closing I’d like to reiterate my case… of a wonderful time (era) and a beautiful place.
You see no matter what the fates may deal us… No matter how the chips seem to fall….
Those memories of our “Old Bronx Neighborhoods” will always be our best memories of all!
We share a common denominator… we “Bronxites” many.
Here’s hoping your memories will always be as vivid as mine.
Best Regards from Tremont and University… DA BRONX FOREVER!!!
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