Suzy Bakshian I remember the sticky floor of the playground house when the Coke machine malfunctioned, probably as a result of a few well-placed kicks, and the machine just kept pouring out soda (this was when it was delivered in paper cups). I remember the ping pong table on top of ... Read more Eric Beatty I remember Maria as being that "older sister, maybe she'll pay attention to me someday" type. I remember a stone fight with kids from Oyster Playground after a game. I think it was at Macomb, maybe their place. And the magical goal of hitting a ball to the fence ... Read more
Sarah Clark Stuart For me, Macomb Playground, John Eaton and Cleveland Park all blended together. I have such strong, vivid memories of the three years when I was part of the neighborhood (1969-1971) and am so excited to see the list of names of people I have never forgotten. I loved all of ... Read more
Stephen Clark Macomb was a refuge of our own making, a healthy little self-contained community. I remember Jimmy O'Donnell being very good at carom and ping pong – and being an excellent catcher. His adult friends love it when I call him “Jimmy” today. ... Read more Roger Goodell It was wonderful to hear from old friends and I am very grateful for your thoughtfulness. It means a great deal to me that you all would be willing to do this. I shared your letter with my wife because I often talk about my experience at Macomb Playground and the friends I made. ... Read more Judy Grogan Franklin I can't think of any overwhelming memories of Macomb, apart from someone pulling a chair out from under me so I fell and hit my head on the window sill of the house where the office was; maybe that's why my memories are so fuzzy! It was always a part of my life, though, ... Read more Kathy Grogan Bennett What I remember about the playground is the wonderful Halloween celebration that took place in the mid to late 1960s. Faye Moskowitz was the fortune teller. She dressed up so convincingly she was unrecognizable as a neighborhood mom. The fortune telling area ... Read more Sean Grogan Glyde Hart King I remember riding my bike from our house on Klingle Road to Sidwell Friends and back every day, stopping at Macomb on the way home when I was 10-12. So long as I was home by 6:00 pm for dinner, I was free to spend the afternoon wrangling with my friends at this ... Read more Richard "Dickie" Hart When I read through the list of names, I have many memories: playing bridge with Nicholas Herold was fun because you could see his cards from the reflection in his glasses; Rocket Pops cost only 5 cents when the Good Humor man came around before 6:00 pm ... Read more Christian Herold The Halloween costumes I paraded at Macomb (I don't remember which years), all were homemade. The Shadow: black cloak, gigantic hat that was spray-painted black. I would hunch down in shadows and when people passed would say "Who knows what evil lurks ... Read more Nicholas Herold There are so many memories of Macomb Playground that they are swirling around me like leaves on a hot day in the fall. I grab at one, then another. One memory is of one of those burning days when it was too hot to run or play ball or even sit in the sandbox begging ... Read more Cathy Lustig-Radt I vividly remember several years of Halloween festivities. I
never won a prize, but did work hard creating a couple of unusual costumes. Once, I went as a traffic light, Susan Jorgensen and I went as "Lolly" and "Pop," and I also went with a girl whose name I have forgotten, as the ... Read more Marian "Babby" Moore As I sit here and think about Macomb -- I think of it as the heart of belonging. I truly spent every day there in third, fourth, fifth, and sixth grade -- lucky to have our backyard butt up against Macomb. SOOOOOOO many memories. Mom only had to ring the bell for dinner ... Read more Jay Mott I have fond memories of playing maul ball, and a coach whose name was Eddie Saah. I've stopped by Macomb a couple of times recently when I've been back in Washington, and it looks much smaller than I remember. I also remember other places we used to ... Read more Nick Newlin I loved Macomb Playground. I would ride my bike home from school as fast as I could so I could take off my brown leather shoes and my corduroy pants, and put on my jeans and sneakers and bike over to Macomb for Lines, Maul Ball, and the joy of being a kid and running around. ... Read more Ann Scheman We moved to the neighborhood from Georgetown when I entered 4th grade in 1966. I started John Eaton School in Mrs. Berard's (sp?) class and also had Miss Parker for 6th grade, which would have been the 1968-69 school year. Margaret Plank and either ... Read more |
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