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Vividly and lovingly recreates a city kids summer in the Catskills in the 1950s.
The year is 1958. Philip, a twelve-year-old kid from the Bronx, is getting ready for his familys annual trip upstate, where hell spend the summer in a bungalow colony in the tiny village of Loch Sheldrake, New York, a faraway fairyland of mountains, lakes, starry nights, and dewy mornings. With his colony friends, hell explore the woods and fields, have an array of adventures, and even experience the special charm of a childhood summer romance. It was a time and place of wonderful memories wistfully looked back upon fifty years later, and lovingly recalled in Philip Ratzers memoir. What young Philip didnt know was that there would never be another summer like this one.
He was not alone. In the 1950s, about two thousand bungalow colonies dotted the countryside of Sullivan and Ulster counties, catering to an estimated one million people a year who spent all or part of their summer in The Mountains. Among them were countless kids like Philip, who today carry with them the fondest of memories and a nostalgic longing for a precious moment in time that can never be equaled. Today, they find themselves returning to the country, seeking out the places where they stayed so long ago, only to find that the world has changed a lot in fifty years, and time has a way of erasing all evidence of a world that used to be. Bungalow Kid vividly recreates what it was like to be a city kid in the Catskills in the 1950s, and reaches out to all those kids, now grown, who would very much like to go back.

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Bungalow Kid A Catskill Mountain Summer Philip Ratzer Published by State - photo 1
Bungalow Kid
A Catskill Mountain Summer
Philip Ratzer
Published by State University of New York Press Albany 2010 State University - photo 2
Published by State University of New York Press, Albany
2010 State University of New York
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Printed in the United States of America
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Ratzer, Philip.
Bungalow kid : a Catskill Mountain summer / Philip Ratzer.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-4384-3300-4 (pbk. : alk. paper)
1. Ratzer, PhilipChildhood and youth. 2. Jewish childrenNew York (State)Catskill MountainsBiography. 3. JewsNew York (State)Catskill MountainsBiography. 4. BungalowsNew York (State)Catskill MountainsHistory20th century. 5. Summer resortsNew York (State)Catskill MountainsHistory20th century. 6. Catskill Mountains (N.Y.)Social life and customs20th century. 7. Catskill Mountains (N.Y.)Biography 8. JewsNew York (State)New YorkBiography. I. Title.
F127.C3R35 2010
974.735043092dc22
[B] 2009051683
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
To my parents, Bernie and Millie Ratzer,
who made all these memories possible
To my wife, Mary, whose encouragement, support,
and love made this book a reality
1
Worlds Apart
Not too long ago, it was 1958, not the year it is now. In my neighborhood in the Bronx, as the days lengthened and the weather became warmer, my friends and I had begun to play stickball, punchball, and even baseball again, even though both the Giants and the Dodgers had abandoned New York for California, which we were still pretty miffed about. The girls, mean-while, were all twirling their hula hoops, sometimes several at a time, which was very impressive, though from our point of view, pretty dumb, and we told them so. We were all anxious about Elvis going in the Army, though we continued to listen to his songs on the radio, along with the Everly Brothers, Ricky Nelson, and Jerry Lee Lewis. Just about everyone I knew saw The Blob in the movies, and we loved watching American Bandstand on TV. And despite the awful headlines in the newspaper practically every day, there was no doubt that spring was slowly turning into summer, and from my particular vantage point, life was good.
I was putting the finishing touches on my elementary school education, completing sixth grade with a few hundred of my learned colleagues. We had recently received our treasured autograph books, mementos of six years of academic achievement, and would pass them around the room to garner as many autographs and words of wisdom as possible before class actually began. This continued in the cafeteria as well, sometimes at a fevered pitch, the autograph books getting far more attention than the food du jour.
When I came across my autograph book recently, it had not seen the light of day for more years than I care to remember, but I accidentally rediscovered it during a search for a totally unrelated item in a dark, spider-webbed corner of the garage. But there it was, staring up at my unbelieving eyes out of the glooma little book with multicolored pages bound in a red, white, and blue leatherette cover, marked, in what used to be bright gold, Public School 90.
For a moment, I knew what archaeologists experience uncovering a find from another time. I blew off the dust, wiped it clean of years of disuse, and opened the book to my world of fifty years before. There was my school, three stories of brick and glass, in a photo probably taken when it was built in 1920 something. My principal, Peter J. DiNapoli was next, a man I had never actually seen in real life. I flipped several pages ahead. Names and faces long forgotten came suddenly to life, as did the personalities, often reflected in the classic witticisms expressed on the various pages by my sixth-grade cohorts
If you get married and have a divorce,
Come to my stable and marry my horse.
Bobby Becker
Some pages were dated till meatballs bounce, or till Niagara Falls. One page, back at the beginning, was entitled My Favorites, designed to provide an encapsulated profile of the book's owner: TV Show: Ramar of the Jungle Song: Little Darling Movie: Apemen from Space Sport: Stickball. I was obviously an urban sophisticate, even way back then.
My official photo showed a confident, smiling, skinny kid with curly dark hair, a reasonably pleasant face, trim white shirt, and his father's tie. What the photo didn't reveal was that I was always the tallest kid in the class, something that junior high school kids would soon teach me to be ashamed of. I continued to thumb through the autograph book, each page a different color, and holding a different endearment, like
Don't worry if your job is small and your rewards are few,
Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you.
Sandy Klein
All the pages that carried actual dates showed early June, 1958. Then there were several blank pages, and a continuation about a month or more later. At first this confused me, but looking at the various signatures revealed the explanation for the time gapthe pages were inscribed and signed by my summertime friends, with whom I would reacquaint myself each summer. My parents had been renting a bungalow in upstate New York ever since I was an infant, and each year, for part of June, all of July and August, and even a bit of September, I resided in a world as far removed from the asphalt and concrete of the Bronx as a kid could imagine.
And there before me were the utterances of my friends from Pesekow's Bungalow Colony, being read for the first time in half a century. It was absolutely fascinating, and it took me back through the years. Most of the pages contained similarly silly couplets in faded ink or pencil, and the names, Melanie Pesekow, Ray Gottlieb, Marty Rosenfeld, and Sarah Steinway were immediately recognizable, even though we saw each other for only three months a year. Marty's inscription,
When you get married and think you're sweet,
Take off your shoes and smell your feet
was exceptionally inspirational, matching his personality perfectly. The last page was Sarah's, and her message, in pencil, took on a somewhat different tone
Remember Grant, remember Lee,
But most of all, remember me.
Just beneath her name, she'd added a very unusual suggestion: Read Isle of View. Though I read a lot, I had never heard of that particular book, but I recall promising myself to check the local library when I got back to the Bronx. I recall as well that it took me quite a while to fully understand what Sarah was actually saying to me in her coded message. Holding her page open before me, I did indeed remember her, and so much more. I find it interesting that my recollections of the winters, the school years, are essentially vague and inconsistent. But those of the summers in The Country are as vivid as yesterday, and that particular summer of 1958 would be especially meaningful in a way I couldn't even begin to imagine as I entered my classroom on a balmy morning in early June. As for now, I found it incredibly easy to bring it all back, to return to The Country, to, as Sarah suggested,
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