Growing up in Brooklyn during the 1950's it was a much simpler time, not carefree, just simpler. As kids, we found pleasure in the small things, a "Spaldeen" with a good bounce, a sack of marbles and bottle caps to play "skully". It was a time when baseball players were guys that lived in your neighborhood and played ball for a job. When sitting on your stoop with friends and family watching the cars go by instead of T.V. was the norm. A time when your telephone number began with a word rather than numbers- "Dickens 5!" Enjoying all the treats your neighborhood had to offer. A good dill pickle, a great knish, Brooklyn pizza... and, oh yes, Crumb Cake.