P.S. 77 Melodious Mothers Join Stoops to Nuts ~ Thurs, Dec 4th @ Ryan's Daughter, 350 E. 85 St. @ 7pm ~ Free Show

Program from Yorkville Casino, 1952.

"Melodious Mothers" the group that put an 18 inch ruler on every P.S. 77 desk will entertain you (not really) this Thursday, December 4th when Ryan's Daughter presents the "Yorkville: Stoops to Nuts Holiday Show." From 7-10 pm, be pleased as punch. Ryan's address: 350 East 85 St. between First & Second Avenue.

The P.S. 77 Mother's Glee Club, 10 women, tons of song, have long stood behind worthy Yorkville neighborhood causes: free skirt steak at Reliable Meats, more crumbs on Glaser's crumb cake, and squeaky clean toilets in Carl Schurz Park.

Hear your grandparents' favorites: "Dance Me Loose," "I Don't Want to Play in Your Yard,"and "Fine & Dandy." Sung as they should be sung. (Loud and off key as if they were drinking a lot, but they're not.)

The beloved Mother's Club joins our smashing "Stoops to Nuts" artists: Eric Vetter and his unplugged band, Michele Carlo, Lincoln C. Chinnery, Abbi Crutchfield, Walter Michael DeForest and Colin Dempsey. You'll hear your scratched 45 singles from the 1960s and 1970s live, and amazing tales that made a nun stand on a table when two Dutch kids kissed on the Drive after a particularly juicy passage.   FREE show, come on down!

"Stop it!"

Tonight Monday, Dec 1st @ 7pm in the East Village, I'm telling one at We Three Productions Reading at 2A, 25 Ave A @ 2nd Street - Upstairs ~ FREE ~ "Melodious Mother's" are expected to be there in support of their local boy. (I'm Mother's Club President, Ann Pryor Rode's star boarder/farm animal.)

I'll sell and sign "I Hate the Dallas Cowboys- tales of a scrappy New York boyhood," at each event. 

My Four Ryan girls, Ellie, Barbara, Joan & Uncle Mommy give all:  FIVE STARS!

Ellie, Barbara, Joan & Uncle Mommy at St. Stephen Rectory

Praise for the book ~ ( if you do read it, please say a few honest words online in reviews section)

P.S. 77 Mother's Club at Yorkville Casino, 1952.

Ann Pryor Rode belting one out.

“Thomas R. Pryor has written a sweet, funny, loving memoir of growing up old-school in a colorful New York neighborhood. A story of sports, family, and boyhood, you’ll be able to all but taste, smell, and feel this vanished world.”
—Kevin Baker, author of the novels Dreamland, Paradise Alley, and Strivers Row


“Tommy Pryor’s New York boyhood…was the mid-century coming of age of all of us. A rousing read.”
—Robert Lipsyte, author and former city and sports columnist, The New York Times


“Pryor could take a felt hat and make it funny.”
—Barbara Turner-Vesselago, author of Writing Without A Parachute: The Art of Freefall


“Pryor burrows into the terrain of his childhood with a longing and obsessiveness so powerful it feels like you are reading a memoir about his first great love.”
—Thomas Beller, author of J.D. Salinger: The Escape Artist


“I wasn’t alive for the New York Thomas Pryor writes about, but thanks to his brilliant, honest, and hilarious book, I feel like I was there.”
—Dave Hill, comedian and author of Tasteful Nudes

"Fine & Dandy"

my third grade ruler from 1962