> The ice cream man was MR SOFTEE!
> And you know I vaguely remember somebody
> selling skins.
ANOTHER PART OF THE 'HOOD' IN THOSE DAYS:
I can still see that lady, probably in her forties, all I knew was that she was about my momma's age; and she was nice to a lot of folks, and a lot of folks was nice to her. You see, she carried with her a wrinkled up brown paper bag, and she would start meeting people here, there, around the corner, and even inside the home. YOu see, she would come inside our house, sit down for a cup of coffee with my mom, and then she would put her hand into that brown paper bag, and pull out something that look like receipts, and of course a small tablet of booklet. My momma would get a few cents or maybe a dollar and she would say something like, put that on such and such number, and play this one three way combination. Then the lady would smile, thank her for the cup of coffee, then leave. I would not see that lady for a while; a couple of time I did because she was giving my mother some cash money, and I watched my momma get overjoyed and say "We going out". What scenario is this? Of course it was the numbers lady. They also of course were called numbers man. Yes, folks then, white, black, whatever, all played the numbers. From what I hear, and it may be a rumor, that some churches were built on folks doing the numbers thing, but I will leave that alone. So that was a major scene in the 'hood' I knew in South West, Washington, D.C. back in the 1950s. Joseph