|About the Book|
We played stickball games outside Beekmans candy store, as young teenagers, almost every day of the week, from spring until the first snowflake fell. A line drive off Beekmans store window brought him flying out the front door, white apron strings trailing behind him. A broomstick might fly from a batters hands and rocket toward Beekmans front windows. Unofficial records and fading memories indicate that although Mr. Beekman may have lost his breath on several occasions during our stickball games, he never lost a window. In this engaging memoir, author Marty Toohey paints a vibrant portrait of growing up in the Bronx during the 1930s and 40s. In the Bronxs cultural melting pot, Toohey and his friends delighted in the simple pleasures of life. Toohey shares his memories of roasting stolen potatoes or mickies in an empty lot on 167th Street, of the milkmans horse tapping an early morning cadence on the cobblestones of Fulton Avenue, and of hiding from the nuns at St. Augustines Church, known as the Cathedral of the Bronx.Brimming with the simple charm of the past, Bronx Boy is rich with details, transporting its readers into a forgotten time of innocence.