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Patrick Riley
Rex, great Cahoon Park read ... thanks for posting!
I liked the reference to the Blossom Shop. My mother grew up across the street from it (on Leas Street) and worked there as a teenager.
Our park of choice was Missouri Avenue Park (now a school grounds). I had a tennis court on one corner and a covered picnic area (built, I think, by German POWs) on the other side of the park.
No one in our group used the tennis court; no one owned a racquet.
The park also had two baseball diamonds ... a small one north of the tennis court and a larger one to the east of it.
These weren't planned or laid out by the city or anyone else with authority, just made by us kids (no bases, sidelines fences, etc.) but it did have two well-worn diamonds and a pitchers mound (with no elevation). All were created by the steps of thousands of repetitive little feet.
Baseball was the game of choice then and we literally left our mark in the grass that some, I'm sure, wished had remained pristine.
To quote the song: "Those were the days my friends, we thought they'd never end ..."
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