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When I was a kid in the 70′s we kept cool by staying outside rather than inside. Hardly anyone from the old neighborhood on 50th Avenue in Elmhurst, Queens had air conditioning then. Some of the people in the newer apartments had a Fedders unit under a window, but no one I knew had it. In the evenings we spent our time sitting on the stoop or in the backyard talking with friends and neighbors or playing hide and seek outside until our parents called us in. It may have been hot outside, but it was even hotter indoors.
There were eight of us in my family. My two brothers, three sisters, parents and I. We had a little fan in the kitchen but that did little to cool things down. Most meals were eaten at the two picnic tables my father put together outside under the giant maple tree. We ate every single dinner out there in the summer except if it rained. On the weekends we even had breakfast and lunch outside. Somehow the food always tasted better.
We had one of the bigger backyards in Elmhurst, though it pales to the acre my family has now. It was called a “double lot” and gave us ample room for a backyard basketball court, and an inexpensive swimming pool which we all helped my dad erect in the beginning of every summer. We learned some of our best curse words on the day we put up the pool. We also learned who our true friends were as people we hardly knew came out of the woodwork to use our pool each summer.
Sitting under the old maple eating dinner was fun. We talked, we joked, we fought… and all the while neighborhood life went on around us. We’d wave to old Mr. Valluzzi on the other side of the fence as he tended to his tomatoes and grapes with a fresh mint leaf tucked behind his ear. We waved to Mrs. Waddington as she came out to feed stale bread to the birds and we waved to Jimmy Sweeney or P.J. Greiner as they ran through our backyard and jumped the fence in an attempt to thwart off those in pursuit during a game of ring-o-leevio. We didn’t mind, we knew everyone on the block. I heard of families watching dinner in front of television sets, but I couldn’t understand why when our backyard was so entertaining.
After dinner on those hot nights Mom would break out the ice pops, such a treat, and ice cream cones on the weekend. I always bit the bottom off my cone and sucked the ice cream through the bottom. I suppose it might have been hot on those nights in July and August, but I don’t remember feeling uncomfortable, at least not until later on at night when trying to sleep while a fan blew the hot summer air around me.
Nowadays my new neighborhood doesn’t even have sidewalks. We eat dinner outside or sit out on the back deck but there are no neighbors to wave to and no friends using our backyard as command central. I keep telling my husband I want to move to a neighborhood, I want our son to experience the friendships and community we experienced on 50th Avenue. But he says it won’t be the same.
I know we can’t go back, but we can still dine al fresco and wave to your neighbors, even if they won’t let their kids run though our backyard.
Image via Old Elmhurst
1032 days ago
[...] until early fall we ate outside as often as possible. My sister wrote an article called Dining Alfresco in the Summers of My Youth – that summed it up well, so I won’t go over it. Deb wants neighbors to wave to, she’s [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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Hi Deb! My husband lived in Elmhurst roughly from the mid-60′s until about 1975 or 76. How about you?
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] very own Deborah Ng paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth at Simply Thrifty [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] At Simply Thrifty I paint a portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with “Dining Al Fresco [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with “Dining Al Fresco [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
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[...] Deborah Ng at Simply Thrifty paints a beautiful portrait of life as a kid in the 70’s in Queens with Dining Al Fresco in the Summers of My Youth. [...]
What a wonderful stroll down memory lane. Beautiful portrait you’ve painted Deb.
Now the neighborhood is overcrowded. The rents are through the roof. 1br apt starts at 1300. 2br 1500-1800 3br as high as 2200. I know, I unfortunately live here. I want out in the wrost way. Its just hard to come up with the $$$ to leave.