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To: pocotrader who wrote (329851)	8/14/2020 6:17:13 PM
From: Sun Tzu	2 Recommendations Recommended By pocotrader stsimon Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 362330

I watched A Bronx Tale the other night. And even though I didn't grow up in Bronx, I couldn't help noticing how similar it was to my childhood. I think that was just the time. I feel bad for the kids today who don't get to do those things.

To: pocotrader who wrote (329851)	8/14/2020 8:05:24 PM
From: Cogito Ergo Sum	1 Recommendation Recommended By pocotrader Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 362330

Oh you mean the licorice black babies ;) Loved them :) actually the comment to the black kids in the hood was chocolate boy/girl at times.. never really heard the N word.. .. Hood was heavily Jewish orthodox They could be mean but to be fair took a lot of heat also) and reformed (they were regular), Greek, some Chinese and black, lower middle class/working class hood.. There was a grocery store called Steinbergs in those days.. was the biggest grocery chain in Montreal back then.. There was one on Bernard street near my house.. We used to take our wagons up there and offer to take groceries for the ladies.. actually was almost like a taxi stand and they counted on us.. I recall one white lady (this will always stand pout for me) had me carry her groceries up to her third story walkup flat.. (the hood was mostly 2/3 story flats..) she gave me a dime for 4 climbs.. So later same say I get this black woman who had me haul a few blocks further .. chatted me the entire way.. but was first floor.. again 4 bags.. She gave me quarter..!! I thought I died and wen to heaven .. a friggin' quarter !!!! wow!! that was dough 57 years ago :) it is funny what little things stick in your memories... wrt blacks.. my dad grew up in slums so he knew all kinds.. a black woman delivered him and half his siblings in their living room LOL At my dad's funeral This elderly black gentleman came up to me and started regaling me with stories :).. He was 2 years older than my dad.. Anyway he tells me how my grandpa (full Chinese) would spend Sunday afternoon on the front stoop.. (Grandpa had small food biz) .. He apparently would often give this man (as a kid) a penny and tell him take it home to your mom.. I'm watching you.. go straight home with it ! and he would watch to make sure.. :) a penny was actually something all those years ago... would have been the late thirties.. My dad when we were kids (despite the divides) went out of his way to have black friends from university and have us associate with them.. Kinda like he wanted us to be better than him .. (no hangups) it is always wonderful when folks are just folks