This guest blogger, as did I, grew up in the Farragut Projects adjacent to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and within eye shot of the Fort Greene Projects. Growing up in the projects in the 1950’s, 60’s and 70’s was an acculturating experience that enriched my life significantly. The problems experienced with our youth today are not where they are being raised, but as our guest blogger Marsha Macbeth Atkinson asks, how?
By Marsha McBeth Atkins
I grew up in the Farragut Houses 192 SANDS ST..in Brooklyn…. On Sundays you didn’t ask if you were going to church you got ready and went …It was during a time when everyone treated each other like Family. We went outside to play, we got dirty…. We bought chips, candy fm Ventees Ednas and HEROS from Barney’s We played Red Light, Green Light, Kick the Can, Simon Says, Hide and Seek, Dodge Ball, Red Rover, Baseball, Stickball, Softball, Football, Punchball, Skellzy,box ball, jumped rope and lets not forget BOYS ARE GIRLS ARE and oh so many more games. We could ride our bikes to the store, or the park, and stay all day.
We ate beans & hot dogs, mac and cheese & peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches. We walked or rode a bike everywhere and never worried about safety. We had chores to do around the house, we helped clean off the table after a meal and ate our meals as a family at a table together. We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING, ‘cept our parents. If you fell down you would just get back up. We challenged each other everywhere…King of the hill. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fight. Kids weren’t afraid of fake guns when I grew up. We respected our parents, our teachers, the American flag, the principal AND God. We said the Pledge of Allegiance every time we went to school. We played outdoors all day and well into dusk and we knew to be in that house before it got dark. If one kid was called for dinner then we all knew it was time to get in the house. We watched our mouths around our elders because we knew If we DISRESPECTED any adult there would be a price to pay and we had manners and respect otherwise someone else’s parents put you in your place. I would not trade anything for the childhood we had, for we had enough and we had love and all that made us the adults we are today….FATHER HELP THE CHILDREN OF TODAY…THEY ARE DISREPECTFUL CURSE LIKE SAILORS.. and its ok to them. WHO RAISED YA ???? IS ALL I’M ASKIN…