When Our Occupations were Playing Outside
I grew up in a suburban pocket of a big inner city – Philadelphia. The area was a working class section, but the residents were upwardly mobile and the neighborhoods and schools were a source of pride.
I know I am not the only one who sees the reminiscing on social media sites such as Facebook that remind us that our youth was a far simpler time.
It’s summertime here in Houston. The schools are out, and it reminds me of what summer meant when I was growing up. Most of us who did not go to day camp or sleepaway camp (I finally went in middle school – junior high and loved it) just hung outside no matter what the heat was, day after day. We rode bikes, went to the neighborhood playground (mine was called Tarken) and at least twice a week there was a free city-run pool at another playground called Max Myers, where we would don our swimcaps, and swim all day long until we were absolutely waterlogged. (We could only go on Girl’s Day to swim with other girls. I believe boys had M-W-F and we had Tuesday and Thursday, but correct me if I am wrong).
At Tarken, there were very basic and almost primitive sprinklers that we used to run around in since there was no pool. (And in the winter, there was a skating rink there – not free, but we used to go there almost daily to skate.)
It was unstructured play and fun all day every day. If our moms were home, the soaps were on and with one TV per household, there was no choice to sit in front of a TV all day.
So we were outdoors. It was hot, humid, and muggy most days and we never cared a bit. We conjured up things to do. There was a local hill (a luxury in the concrete row-home jungle we lived in) that we brought picnic lunches to as it was the closest thing to a park we had that was walking distance.
The simple equipment at those ancient playgrounds were less safety conscious and probably did not have to meet stringent codes like they do today. Here is a photo of me at the primitive monkey bars, where I would climb straight up them (standing upright) and then perch on top of them. They weren’t that entertaining but we found our own entertainment on them.
I even took advantage of the playground while a teen when others might have given up on it. In fact, we had just as much fun there as teens, knowing we were still kids at heart.
The aforementioned Max Myers playground, blocks further away, was a much fancier playground that we utilized from time to time. Aside from the free pools, it had a climbing giraffe, and a special sliding board we called the “Wiggly Waggly Sliding Board.” (It didn’t have a name marker but no one called it anything else). It was a sliding board that spiraled down in a circular fashion and we loved that metal sliding board that burned us when it was super hot outside.
That’s how the summer days went by: entertaining ourselves outdoors all the long summer day with whatever means were available to us. We didn’t come back home until dinner hour. We didn’t have watches, but kind of knew when to head home. We didn’t bring bottled water but used public fountains when we got thirsty. If we were lucky we brought a quarter for the day with us and got a treat of a water ice (Italian ice) and soft pretzel from the trucks parked at the playgrounds, for snacks. The ice cream man was there too.
Since I was also a reading nerd, I joined the library’s book club. I was fortunate to grow up with a library right at the beginning of our street – less than a block away – and I was in the cool air conditioning there doing book club at least one of the mornings each week. I read those books every night, never missing an opportunity to read.
It’s amazing to me how structured my own childrens’ lives were in comparison to my own, and now that they are grown and some of their peers are having babies, it is even more the case.
Yet for us, it was just unstructured play, all day, every day. That’s what summer meant. I would love to hear your own reminiscing here in comments below!