Anybody remember that playground hand-clapping game called “Slide?” It started with a sliiiiiide between your partner’s hands and yours, but the rest of the game was clapping.
[sliiiiiiide]
[clap] [right] [clap] [left] [clap] [back-front] [clap]
[right-clap-right] [clap] [left-clap-left] [clap] [back-front] [clap] [back-front] [clap]
[right-clap-right-clap-right] [clap] [left-clap-left-clap-left] [clap] [back-front] [clap] [back-front] [clap] [back-front] [clap]
…and so on and so forth, from 1 clap to 2 claps to 3 claps all the way to 10 or so… or until someone miscounted or messed up.
That is IRRELEVANT. This is a slide from the Joe Palaia Park playground.
March 9, 2008 at 12:33 pm
I can’t say I remember that hand-clapping game, or any particular hand-clapping game, but I have seen others playing some sort of game which might have been slide, or close to it. (I was more into kickball.) Oh, wait, I do remember being taught one hand-clapping game. It goes with a chant (as these things apparently tend to):
I went to the Chinese restaurant to buy a loaf of bread bread bread; she put it in a ten-pound bag and this is what she said said said; my name is K-I Pickle-I Pickle-I K-I; Humble Berry Chocolate Cherry; Polly Wolly Whiskey Chopsticks Chow!
[Link provided for those who would question my (American) spelling.]
I think you captured the curves and the season well. (So, did you take the picture before or after riding the slide?
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March 9, 2008 at 11:58 pm
Before, of course.
I never heard that one!
Surely we can find some common ground.
How about “Miss Mary Mack?” (All dressed in black black black with silver buttons buttons buttons all down her back back back…) That’s a classic.
Or “Miss Lucy had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell [toot toot!]
Miss Lucy went to heaven and the steamboat went to-
HELL-o operator, please give me number 9!
And if you disconnect me, I will chop off your-
BEHIND the ‘frigerator, there was a piece of glass!
Miss Lucy sat upon it and she broke her little-
ASK me no more questions, I’ll tell you no more lies!
The boys are in the bathroom, pulling down their-
FLIES are in the meadow, the bees are in the park!
Miss Lucy and her boyfriend are kissing in the
D-A-R-K
D-A-R-K
Dark! Dark! Dark!
-is like a theater, a theater’s like a show!
A show is like a TV set [alt: "movie"] and that is all-
I know I know my Ma, I know I know my Pa
I know I know my sister with the eighteen-inch
Bra! Bra! Bra!”
(This was, of course, back before any of us knew how bra sizes were actually measured. The 18 inches is, I think, indicative of cup size, not band size.)