This is a place where I come to share some of the stories bouncing around in my head and my reflections on things that I remember from my youth in the 1960s and 70s.
Greenfield Rules is a term that was first coined by a good friend from my youth, named Jim who used it in a somewhat derisive way to characterize game or sports rules that he claimed my brother Steve and I made up as we went along (we didn’t of course; Jim still thinks we did). Jim was half teasing and half serious in his cry of “Greenfield rules again!” when we tried to explain how he was out of bounds or otherwise not compliant with the game in question. Poor guy. He just didn’t know, so we pointed the rules out to him.
My other meaning for Greenfield Rules is “we rule!” or our neighborhood was simply the best. It was. I can’t think of a better place, or time for that matter, to grow up in or during, than on Greenfield Road back in the 60’s and 70’s. In the context of this blog, it is a metaphor for a place and time that are gone but not forgotten by the people not only of my neighborhood but for others who grew up in that era on their own version of Greenfield — a street that was their own rock, wherever it might have been.
It was simply a magical time. There was a lot of happiness and some sadness of course, but always an amazing adventure that is probably not enjoyed so much by kids today.
If this is your first visit to my site, I invite you to start with my blog post entitled, The Hill. Thank you!
Gary