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IN THOSE DAYS, KENWOOD SCHOOL HAD AT LEAST TWO BRANCHES, THE OTHER WAS IN A JEWISH TEMPLE SOUTH OF 51ST THAT I BELIEVE IS NOW A BLACK MUSLIM MOSQUE.
I’M THE ROUND FACE IN THE DARK T-SHIRT NEAR CENTER WHO LOOKS LIKE A SLAVIC IMMIGRANT.
MOST NAMES UNKNOWN HERE. TALL GIRL, FIRST ROW, IN PLAID WAS GEORGEANN. COFFEE-COLOR GIRL IN SAME ROW WITH PIG TAILS WAS PRUDENCE.
OUR TEACHER WAS MRS. NOLAN, A VERY KINDLY YET STRICT WOMAN.

I HAD JUST RECENTLY MOVED FROM HYDE PARK AND THE DELIGHTS OF KOZMYNSKI SCHOOL, A TERRIBLE SCHOOL IN HYDE PARK WHICH FEATURED ABUSIVE TEACHERS AND BLACK GANGS.
ALL NAMES ARE SUBJECT TO THE VAGARIES OF MEMORY AND SPELLINGS ARE APPROXIMATE AT BEST. NAMES GIVEN LEFT TO RIGHT:
BACK ROW:
BRUCE KAUFMAN/ ANN BLITZSTEIN/ GAIL SHAPIRO/ ? ?/ JAY GOLDENBERG/ CHARLEY “FLYING SAUCER CLUB” STREICH/ ? ?/ SARA SHOCKETT/ JOANNE KOZLOWSKI/ ELAINE LOTT/ ANN MARIE SANDBERG/ ? ?
THIRD ROW:
JOHN CHUCKMAN/ DAVE BUFFIN/ JANET “MY MOTHER IS PTA PRESIDENT” MARTIN/ ? ?/ KENT TAYLOR/ BARBARA SCHNITZ/ KARL ?/ SUZANNE ZEHME/ BOB PEARSON/ JUDY LUND/ RICHARD AUSTIN
SECOND ROW:
SHARON ?/ JANICE WELCH/ ? ?/ HENRIETTA “COOKIE” GERSTAL/ JUDY ANDERSON/ LORRAINE BORLAND/ PRESTON UNEY/ GEORGE CADDICK
FRONT:
PATRICK ?/ RONNY BANKS/ JOHN ROSS/ HOWARD SCHLESS/ ARTHUR STOIKEY

ALL NAMES ARE SUBJECT TO THE VAGARIES OF MEMORY AND SPELLINGS ARE APPROXIMATE AT BEST. NAMES GIVEN LEFT TO RIGHT:
BACK ROW:
SHEILA HANSEL/ PRESTON UNEY/ RONNY BANKS/ JAY GOLDENBERG/ ? ?/ JOHN ROSS/ GEORGE CADDICK/ ANN MARIE SANDBERG/ ELAINE LOTT/ ARTHUR STOIKEY/ SARA SHOCKETT/ SUSAN LEWY/ RICHARD AUSTIN/ ADRIAN “CORKEY” JONES
THIRD ROW:
ANN BLITZSTEIN/ JOANNE KOZLOWSKI/ GAIL SHAPIRO/ BARBARA SCHNITZ/ FLORENCE “FLOSSIE” CHORLEY/ JILL SHAPIRO/ BOB PEARSON/ BILL HACHMANN/ JUDY LUND/ CAROL BACHENHEIMER/ ? ?/ EUNICE SCHULMAN
SECOND ROW:
JANICE WELCH/ LORRAINE BORLAND/ JUDY ANDERSON/ SHARON FRIEDMAN/ HENRIETTA “COOKIE” GERSTAL/ DAVE BUFFIN/ JANET “MY MOTHER IS PRESIDENT OF THE PTA” MARTIN/ JOHN CHUCKMAN/ CAROL BIERMAN
FRONT:
PAUL “DEUTCH’S PAINTS” DEUTCH/ HOWARD SHLESS/ PATRICK ?/ BRUCE KAUFMAN
RIGHT SIDE:
WALTER KAZMIEROWSKI – SHORTENED AT SOME POINT TO: KAZMIER.
AS HE STOOD IN, MR. KAZMIER PROMISED, WITH HIS WONDERFUL DRY WIT, THE PICTURES “WILL SELL LIKE HOTCAKES NOW.” HE WAS TRULY THE KIND OF MEMORABLE TEACHER YOU HAVE ONLY A FEW TIMES IN LIFE.
NOT IN PICTURE:
SQUEAKY THE DUCK, CLASS PET

AGAIN, ALL NAMES ARE SUBJECT TO VAGARIES OF MEMORY AND SPELLINGS ARE APPROXIMATE AT BEST. NAMES GIVEN LEFT TO RIGHT:
BACK ROW:
CAROL BIERMAN/ JOHN CHUCKMAN/ BILL HACHMANN/ JANET “MY MOTHER IS PRESIDENT OF THE PTA” MARTIN/ MARIAN “I HATE ELVIS” CHAPMAN/ EUNICE SCHULMAN/ DAVID BUFFIN/ JUDY LUND/ CAROL BACHENHEIMER/ BOB PEARSON/ JILL SHAPIRO/ GAIL SHAPIRO/ ANN BLITZSTEIN/ SUZANNE ZEHME/ JOHN REDFERN
THIRD ROW:
KAREN MATTHEWS/ BARBARA SCHNITZ/ RICHARD WILLIAMS /LYNN RODGERS/ FLORENCE “FLOSSIE” CHORLEY/ JOANNE KOSLOWSKI/ BRUCE KAUFMAN/ SARA SHOCKETT/ ERIKA STRAHL/ GEORGE CADDICK/ ELAINE LOTT/ ADRIAN ‘CORKY’ JONES/ HARVEY PLAUT/ JAY GOLDENBERG
SECOND ROW:
SUSAN LEWY/ ANN MARIE SANDBERG/ LORRAINE BORLAND/ SHARON GOLDENBERG/ JUDY ANDERSON/ HENRIETTA “COOKIE” GERSTAL/ SHARON FRIEDMAN/ SHEILA HANSEL/ JANICE WELCH
FRONT:
PAUL “DEUTCH’S PAINTS” DEUTCH/ JOHN ROSS/ RICHARD AUSTIN/ RONNY BANKS
I CANNOT REMEMBER THE NAME OF OUR HOMEROOM TEACHER FOR THIS YEAR. MAYBE BERTHA BLUM?
NOTE: THANKS TO KAREN MATTHEWS FOR A NUMBER OF CORRECTIONS & ADDITIONS

MRS. DENNISON WAS ANOTHER EXCELLENT TEACHER AT BRADWELL, MUCH LIKED AND RESPECTED. SHE TAUGHT MATH. I DO WISH MOST TEACHERS HAD STEPPED IN FOR CLASS PICTURES AS MR KAZMIER DID.
I WAS GROWING LIKE A WEED, A RATHER SKINNY ONE, AT THIS TIME.
I RECALL AT SOME POINT IN MY FIRST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL HAVING REACHED MY FULL HEIGHT OF 6 FEET-4 INCHES AND BEING 140 POUNDS, JUST ONE OF THOSE ODD FACTS WHICH LODGE PERMANENTLY IN YOUR BRAIN.






ONE OF THOSE MACHINE PHOTO STRIPS. THIS ONE FEATURES BILL, JOHN, AND OUR MOTHER’S HAND TRYING TO CONTROL BILL’S MUGGING.
THESE MACHINES WERE IN THE RANDOLPH STREET IC STATION, AND A STRIP OF PICTURES COST TWENTY-FIVE CENTS.
GADS, LOOK AT THAT REGULAR-GUY LOOK WITH THE JACKET AND THE HAIR.

THIS WAS TAKEN AT A FAVORITE PLAYGROUND IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, AN EMPTY LOT ON KIMBARK AVE. THE STONE MUST HAVE BEEN LEFT FROM THE BUILDING THAT ONCE OCCUPIED THE SITE. I LOVED THE WILD FLOWERS THAT GREW IN SUCH PLACES.


WE LOOK AS THOUGH THE DRILL SERGEANT HAD JUST BARKED ATTENTION, WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH THE CASE.



| TOMMY SIEGAL (SP?), A BOY FROM SWITZERLAND, WAS MY FRIEND IN HYDE PARK.TOMMY DOESN’T HAVE AN ICE CREAM CONE HERE BECAUSE THE PICTURE WAS TAKEN AS WE HAPPENED TO MEET HIM RETURNING HOME FROM BUYING THEM.THE HOUSE IN THE BACKGROUND – PART OF A SET OF WONDERFUL ROW HOUSES ON 51 ST STREET – BELONGED TO MRS. BEAU (SP?), A WONDERFUL OLDER LADY WHO USED TO PAY US AND MAKE US A CHARMING LUNCH IN HER BACKYARD IN RETURN FOR WASHING HER WINDOWS AND DOING OTHER LITTLE CHORES EVERY FEW WEEKS.
WE ALSO GOT TO PLAY WITH A STOREHOUSE OF OLD GAMES AND TOYS LEFT BY HER GROWN CHILDREN. SHE WAS THE SORT OF KINDLY DAME YOU USUALLY FIND ONLY IN FAIRY TALES, AND I WILL NEVER FORGET HER KINDNESS. |

I BELIEVE THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN BEFORE WE MOVED TO SOUTH SHORE ON A VISIT TO OUR AUNT’S APARTMENT.



TAKEN APRIL, 1967
ENTRANCE DETAIL FROM 5131 UNIVERSITY AVE, HYDE PARK. WE LIVED ON THE FIRST FLOOR JUST OVER DOOR.
THIS WAS A BACHELOR APARTMENT WITH NO BEDROOM AND A MURPHY BED IN THE SMALL LIVING ROOM. IT HAD BEEN OUR AUNT’S APARTMENT BEFORE SHE MOVED TO SOUTH SHORE.
DESPITE ITS SIZE, WE WERE HAPPY SINCE OUR PREVIOUS APARTMENT AT 1311 E HYDE PARK BLVD (A BUILDING LONG AGO TORN DOWN) WAS PRETTY MUCH A MENAGERIE OF MICE, WATERBUGS, AND OTHER CRITTERS. THERE WERE RATS IN THE AREA BEHIND THE BUILDING THAT WE SOMETIMES WATCHED FROM THE BACK WINDOW.
THIS WAS A MOVE OF JUST A FEW BLOCKS IN THE SAME NEIGHBORHOOD, YET THE POLICIES OF THE BOARD OF EDUCATION THEN SAID YOU ABSOLUTELY HAD TO GO TO A DIFFERENT SCHOOL IF YOU CROSSED ONE OF THEIR ARBITRARY BOUNDARIES.
FOR THAT REASON, MY MOTHER HAD ME KEEP QUIET ABOUT THE MOVE AT SCHOOL (KENWOOD BRANCH IN TEMPLE AT 51ST AND GREENWOOD). BUT THEY SOON FOUND OUT, AND I WAS SHIPPED OFF TO KOZMYNSKI, A TERRIBLE SCHOOL THAT EVEN THEN HAD A BAD REPUTATION.

TAKEN APRIL, 1967.
A HANDSOME BUILDING, AN EXAMPLE OF THE BEST OF CHICAGO’S WONDERFUL APARTMENT ARCHITECTURE.
FOR PEOPLE WHO COULD NOT AFFORD A PRIVATE HOME, WITH ALL THE EMOTIONAL CONNOTATIONS ASSOCIATED WITH THE WORD “HOME,” THESE WONDEFUL BUILDINGS GAVE PEOPLE A REAL SENSE OF PLACE, EVEN A SENSE OF PRIDE.
COURTYARDS HAD GARDENS AND LANDSCAPING THAT WAS PLEASANT AND MAINTAINED BY JANITORS WHO OFTEN SERVED SEVERAL BUILDINGS AND LIVED IN ONE OF THEM. JANITORS ALSO HELPED WITH MINOR MATTERS LIKE LEAKING TAPS.
SOME INTERESTING PEOPLE LIVED IN THESE BUILDINGS – THIS IS, AFTER ALL, THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO. AT THIS ONE I HAD A SOMEWHAT OLDER FRIEND, VERY INTERESTED IN SCIENCE, I BELIEVE HIS NAME WAS QUISSENBERYY (SP?), WHO DID SUCH FASCINATING THINGS, WITH ME AS COMPANION, AS LOOKING FOR METEORITES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT OF THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD – ITS EMPTY LOTS AND THE YARDS OF MANY HOMES – AS MY “YARD” IN THOSE DAYS, PEOPLE GENERALLY THOUGHT NOTHING WRONG ABOUT THAT. IT WAS EXACTLY THAT WAY IN SOUTH SHORE TOO, PERHAPS EVEN MORE SO.

TAKEN APRIL, 1967.
THIS WAS NICER THAN THE OTHER KENWOOD BRANCH ON 53RD , WHERE I ALSO ATTENDED FOR GRADE 1A, AND NICER THAN KENWOOD SCHOOL ITSELF, WHERE I ATTENDED 1B.
ONE OF MY FONDEST MEMORIES OF THE TEMPLE BRANCH, WHERE I ATTENDED JUST OVER A YEAR, WAS THE DISCOVERY OF THE JEWISH HOLIDAY OF SUCCOTH. I’VE ALWAYS LOVED THE AUTUMN AND HALLOWEEN AND PUMPKINS, AND AT THE SIDE OF THE TEMPLE ON THE SIDE STREET, I DISCOVERED ONE DAY THIS CHARMING HUT CONTRUCTED OF STRAW AND ALL THINGS AUTUMNAL, FILLED WITH SQUASHES, PUMPKINS, GOURDS, AND APPLES. DELIGHTFUL.
I GUESS IT WAS THE END OF THE HOLIDAY PERIOD WHEN THE MAN FROM THE TEMPLE TAKING THINGS DOWN GAVE ME AFTER SCHOOL AN ARMFUL OF SUCH DELIGHTS WHICH I CARRIED HOME, SMILING ALL THE WAY.
WHEN I FIRST STARTED AT KENWOOD SCHOOL, THEY HAD US ON HALF-DAYS, THAT’S HOW SHORT AUTHORITIES WERE CAUGHT WITH FACILITIES BY THE POST-WAR BABY BOOM. THIS WAS PART OF THE UNDERSIDE OF THE POSTWAR BABY BOOM GENERATION WHICH IS SO OFTEN REPRESENTED ONLY AS HAVING EVERYTHING.
AND THEN THERE WERE THE ATROCIOUS POLICIES OF THE CHICAGO PUBLIC SCHOOLS. IF YOU MOVED EVEN AROUND THE CORNER, THEY MADE YOU DROP EVERYTHING AND GO TO A NEW SCHOOL.
MY MOTHER KEPT OUR SHORT NEW MOVE SECRET FROM THE SCHOOL WHEN I HAPPILY ATTENDED HERE, BUT THEY FOUND OUT AND SENT ME TO KOZMYNSKI SCHOOL, A MUCH GREATER DISTANCE AWAY – JUST LIKE THAT, DESPITE ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS AND TIES IN THE SCHOOL.
THE POLICY WAS BRUTAL AND RUTHLESSLY ENFORCED AND THIS WAS IT NOT THE FIRST TIME I WAS UPROOTED, JUST THE WORST.
THE NAME ‘KOZMYNSKI’ IN THOSE DAYS RANG IN MY EAR LIKE ‘ALCATRAZ’ WITH THE WHISPERED LEGENDS OF OTHER KIDS. AFTER ALL, I HAD ACTUALLY STARTED SCHOOL AT SHAKESPEARE, NORTH OF 47TH, A TRUE HELL HOLE AT WHICH I WAS ONE OF THE FEW WHITE CHILDREN AND SUFFERED REGULAR RIDICULE AND ABUSE.
I CAN REMEMBER NOTHING ABOUT SHAKESPEARE BUT BEING LAUGHED AT, PUSHED AROUND, KNOCKED DOWN, AND READING THE WORDS ‘BLACKSTONE RANGERS’ OMINOUSLY CHALKED ON SIDEWALKS AND WALLS. YEARS LATER, I UNDERSTOOD EXACTLY WHAT IT FELT LIKE WHEN SOME POOR SOUTHERN BLACK KIDS WENT TO PREVIOUSLY ALL-WHITE SCHOOLS.
KOZMYNSKI WAS LIKE BEING SENT TO THE GULAG, AND INDEED IT WAS ALMOST THAT BAD. BROKEN WINDOWS EVERY DAY,SOMETIMES SHATTERED GLASS IN THE CLASSROOM FIRST THING IN THE MORNING (I HAVE A SLIDE OF THE SCHOOL FRONT FROM ABOUT 1967 WITH DOZENS OF BROKEN WINDOWS AND THE KIND OF MAKE-SHIFT PATCHES THEY DID WHEN I WAS THERE), GANGS RUNNING AROUND KNOCKING PEOPLE DOWN (A BLACK KID NAMED RAYMOND WAS THE TERROR OF THE SCHOOL YARD), THE CHARMING SOUTHERNER, MR. NEWMAN, WHO USED LITERALLY TO SLAP KIDS AROUND, AND THE PRINIPAL, MS. HOTCHKISS, WHO KEPT A BASEBALL BAT IN HER OFFICE AND DEFENDED TO MY MOTHER THE BEHAVIOR OF A SADIST LIKE MR. NEWMAN.
LEAVING HOME EVERY DAY FOR SCHOOL WAS SOMETHING TO BE DREADED – I’D LEAVE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT TO MINIMIZE TIME SPENT WAITING IN THE SCHOOL YARD. AH, SUCH, SUCH WERE THE JOYS OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS.
MY POOR MOTHER, JUST TRYING TO RAISE TWO BOYS ALONE ON A SECRETARY’S SALARY, HAD TO WORRY ABOUT SUCH THINGS. VERY BRUTAL.
SO AFTER A COUPLE OF YEARS OF THAT WHEN MY MOTHER WAS ABLE TO AFFORD MOVING TO SOUTH SHORE (A RISING TIDE WAS RAISING ALL BOATS), AND I FIRST ATTENDED BRADWELL, I THOUGHT I HAD DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. IT SEEMED SO PEACEFUL AND WELL ORDERED.

TAKEN APRIL 1967.
TALK ABOUT A “FRIENDLY OBJECT,” THESE WONDERFUL OLD STOPLIGHTS WERE DISAPPEARING WHEN THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968
THIS COMMERCIAL APARTMENT BUILDING WAS THE SITE OF OUR FIRST APARTMENT IN SOUTH SHORE. IT WAS A TINY PLACE WITH NO BEDROOM AND A MURPHY BED IN THE LIVING ROOM. I SLEPT ON A SMALL STUDIO BED IN THE DINETTE.
HERE WE GRADUATED FROM CLIMBING GARAGE ROOFS IN THE ALLEYS OF HYDE PARK TO CLIMBING STORE AND APARTMENT ROOFS AS PART OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD “YARD.”
BOY, DID WE ENJOY CLIMBING THE ROOFS OVER 75TH. PLACES LIKE THE ROOF OF THE HIGH-LOW FOOD STORE WERE SECRET CLUBHOUSES FOR US. MY BEST FRIEND AT THIS TIME WAS ANOTHER BOY FROM SWITZERLAND, NAMED JOHNNY HOEHNER WHOSE FATHER WAS THE JANITOR OF THE LARGEST COURTYARD BUILDING FURTHER UP THE BLOCK ON COLFAX.
LOOKING DOWN FROM THE APARTMENT ROOF, ACCESSED FROM THE BACK PORCHES, IN WINTER ON 75TH STREET WITH LARGE FLAKES TUMBLING DOWN AND THE STORE FRONTS GLOWING WITH NEON AND THE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS ON SWAGS ACROSS THE STREET SWAYING IN THE WIND BELOW MADE AN UNFORGETTABLY CHARMING SIGHT THAT RATHER FIXED IN MY MIND THE IDEA OF URBAN VILLAGE.
AL’S DELI WAS ON THE CORNER OF THIS BUILDING AT 75TH IN THE RIGHT FOREGROUND OUT OF THE FRAME. THE SAME BLOCK OF 75TH STREET HAD PETE’S BARBER SHOP AND A TOY STORE (I FORGET THE NAME).
THE STORE WINDOW IN THIS PICTURE, TO THE LEFT OF THE DOORWAY, WAS A TAILOR’S SHOP.
THE SHORE THEATER WASN’T FAR WEST FROM HERE. REMEMBER SHORE HILL BEHIND THE THEATER? ACTUALLY A LOADING RAMP, WE USED TO BUILD SOAPBOX RACERS WITH JUNK WE GATHERED IN THE ALLEYS AND ROLL DOWN SHORE HILL. BOYS DID THIS WITH BICYCLES TOO.
THE ALLEYS OF THOSE TIMES WERE GREAT PLACES FOR ADVENTURE, WHETHER SCROUNGING FOR PARTS OF SOME CONTRAPTION WE WERE MAKING OR FINDING POP BOTTLES WE COULD CASH IN AT THE STORE FOR PENNY CANDY OR PRETZELS.
I HAD MY FIRST PAPER ROUTE AT THIS TIME WITH CHUCK’S NEWS AGENCY ON 74TH & EXCHANGE, DELIVERING THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS. SOMETIMES MY YOUNG BROTHER RODE ALONG IN THE FRONT OF A BIG YELLOW CART WITH BICYCLE WHEELS. I DELIVERED ALONG COLFAX NORTH OF 75TH, ALONG 75TH, AND DOWN COLES AVE.
ANOTHER ADVENTURE JOHNNY HOEHENER AND I HAD AT THIS TIME WAS GOING TO THE BEACH IN WINTER TO CLIMB ON THE “ICEBERGS.” OFTEN WE BROUGHT A COUPLE OF APPLES OR POTATOES WHICH WE ROASTED IN A FIRE WE’D BUILD IN A HOLE IN THE SAND – FUEL WAS LOOSE SLATS FROM THE BEACH’S SNOW FENCES – NEAR THE LOW WALL AT THE TOP OF THE BEACH.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.
THIS WAS ANYTHING BUT A “PRESTIGE” BUILDING, INDEED ITS RESIDENTS WERE DEFINITELY HUMBLE PEOPLE, YET LOOK AT THE HANDSOME DETAIL BUILDERS USED BACK CLOSER TO THE TURN OF THE CENTURY.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.
DEAR OLD MYRA BRADWELL. I BELIEVE THE WINDOWS AT THE CENTER OF THE FIRST FLOOR ARE THE LIBRARY’S.
I ALWAYS LOVED THOSE TALL WINDOWS LOOKING OUT ON THE NEIGHBORHOOD – THEY JUST GAVE YOU A LITTLE LIFT IN THE MORNING, AND AT BRADWELL THEY WEREN’T CONSTANTLY BROKEN AND LEFT HALF REPAIRED AS AT KOZMYNSKI (WHERE THE JANITORS TYPICALLY SWEPT THE GLASS AND PUT A NEW PANE ON THE INSIDE WITH PUTTY, LEAVING THE CRACKED PANES TO COLLECT AS A VIEW).
DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALL HOOKED POLES THAT HUNG IN CLASSROOMS FOR OPENING OR CLOSING THE TOP WINDOW FRAME? TEACHERS TYPICALLY WOULD ASK SOME BOY TO DO THE TASK, AND THE TRUTH IS THAT MOST KIDS LIKE BEING ASKED TO DO THINGS, A FACT OFTEN LOST TODAY.
I’VE SEEN CONTEMPORARY PHOTOS OF BRADWELL, AND OTHER SCHOOLS, AND WHILE SUPERFICIALLY THEY MAY BE SAID TO LOOK THE SAME, ACTUALLY MANY DETAILS HAVE CHANGED.
THE FIRST FLOOR WINDOWS AT BRADWELL TODAY AREN’T THESE LOVELY BIG WINDOWS, THEY ARE DARK SCREEN-LIKE STRUCTURES TO PREVENT BREAKAGE AND VANDALISM.
THE GARDENING AND TREES ARE NOW MISSING TOO. AND THE PLACE HAS BEEN RE-NAMED AS SOME KIND OF ACADEMY, CHICAGO’S FAVORITE TERM FOR FAILED SCHOOLS, USED I GUESS TO FOOL PEOPLE INTO THINKING SOMETHING GOOD IS HAPPENING.
IT’S THE SAME AT SOUTH SHORE HIGH WHICH NOW CONSISTS OF SEVERAL ACADEMIES, AS WELL AS SCHOOLS LIKE BRYN MAWR.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.
JUST AROUND THE CORNER TO THE RIGHT – OUT OF THE FRAME – WAS THE FENCED AREA WHERE THE LITTLE KIDS PLAYED.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.
NOTE THE DOORS WITH HANDSOME SMALL PANES OF GLASS. RECENT PHOTOS SHOW THESE MISSING. JUST LIKE THE GRACEFUL WINDOWS ON THE REST OF THE BUILDING, THEY’VE BEEN REPLACED BY HOMELY MORE VANDAL-PROOF STUFF.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.

TAKEN OCTOBER 11, 1968.
SPEAKING OF TERRA COTTA, DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THE CURVED STRIP OF TERRA COTTA TRIM THAT RAN ROUND THE BACK OF THE SCHOOL? THE BOYS ALL CALLED IT A ‘PENNER’ AND PLAYED A BALL GAME ALSO CALLED PENNER.
YOU USED PINK ‘SKY-HIGH’ BALLS BOUGHT AT THE VERA SHOP (CORNER OF 79TH & BURNHAM), AND IF YOU WERE ‘UP TO BAT,’ YOU TURNED TO THE WALL AND THREW THE BALL AGAINST THE ‘PENNER.’
THERE WERE SEVERAL OTHERS IN THE ‘FIELD’ AT VARYING DISTANCES WHO TRIED TO CATCH IT. THERE WERE OUTS AND THEN SOMEONE ELSE WAS ‘UP TO BAT.’
THIS GAME WAS PLAYED ENDLESSLY AT RECESS, BEFORE AND AFTER SCHOOL. EVERYONE CARRIED A ‘SKY-HIGH’ IN HIS JACKET POCKET.
I WONDER WAS THIS A STRICTLY BRADWELL GAME? I NEVER HEARD OF IT BEFORE OR SINCE, AND OF COURSE IT REQUIRED THAT STRIP OF TRIM, THE ‘PENNER,’ TO PLAY.


THERE WERE MATURE TREES IN EARLY 1960s ALONG ESSEX AVE. THEY REACHED UP TO OUR THIRD-FLOOR WINDOWS.





ME IN A SUIT, MY FIRST FROM BONDS STORE, WITH CONTINENTAL TIE, NO LESS.
I SUPPOSE MOST PEOPLE WOULD HATE LIVING ACROSS THE STREET FROM WHITE CASTLE. MY MOTHER CERTAINLY DID, BUT I LOVED IT.
WE STILL HAD TREES OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS, BUT I LIKED THE BUZZ AND HUM OF EVENING URBAN COFFEE-AND-HAMBURGER SOCIETY.
SOMETIMES I GOT UP VERY EARLY ON A WEEKEND, AND TAKING A COUPLE OF WHITE CASTLES AND A COFFEE, WALKED DOWN TO THE LAKE WITH MY SKETCHBOOK TO DO A CHALK IMPRESSION OF THE SUNRISE. THE WONDERFUL POPLAR TREES THAT FORMED A WALL AT THE BEACH RATTLED AS THE BREEZE CAME UP. THE PARK CHANGED TONES AND LIGHT SATURATION SUDDENLY. WONDERFUL.
I WAS USED TO GETTING UP QUITE EARLY FROM DOING MY CHICAGO TRIBUNE ROUTE DURING FIRST YEAR AT SOUTH SHORE, 4:30 EVERY MORNING.

THE DOOR BEHIND THE CHAIR IS ONE OF A PAIR CONTAINING THE ‘MURPHY BED.’
THOSE WERE WONDERFUL CONTRAPTIONS – WE HAD GREAT FUN WHEN WERE YOUNGER SITTING ON THE FOLDING HEADBOARD AND MAKING THE BED FOLD US UP IN THE CLOSET OR LEANING AGAINST THE UPRIGHT BED TO SEND IT CRASHING TO THE FLOOR WITH US ON IT. MAYBE IT WAS THAT KIND OF THING THAT MADE MY POOR MOM HAVE TO FIND NEW APARTMENTS SO OFTEN?
I GUESS THEY’VE MADE SOMETHING OF A COMEBACK IN SMALL DOWNTOWN CONDOS, BUT THEY ARE NOT BUILT-IN AND AS STURDY AS THESE WERE.

I DEARLY LOVED THAT MASK, BOUGHT AT A JUNK TRICK SHOP, THE TREASURE CHEST, ON RANDOLPH STREET DOWNTOWN, WEARING IT FOR HALLOWEENS UNTIL THE RUBBER BEGAN TO DECAY.
LATER, I FIXED UP FLASHLIGHT BULBS IN THE ‘ELECTRODES’ WIH WIRES RUNNING DOWN TO MY POCKET WHERE I COULD MAKE THE ELECTRODES LIGHT UP WITH BATTERIES.
PROBABLY WITH MY SIZE, AT 6’4″ BEFORE I WAS 14, NOT EVERYONE THOUGHT THIS AMUSING WHEN I CAME TRICK-OR-TREATING.



HOW BEAUTIFULLY MAINTAINED WERE THE SHRUBS AND GRASS AROUND MOST OF THOSE OLD BUILDINGS, ALL THE WORK OF A CLASS OF HARD-WORKING RESIDENT JANITORS.
THE MANICURED COURTYARDS AND BOULEVARDS CONTRASTED SO NICELY WITH THE EXUBERANT GROWTH OF OVERHANGING TREES AND OCCASIONAL LARGE SHRUBS, AS YOU CAN SEE IN THIS PICTURE.
IT WAS A SPIRIT-LIFTING URBAN LANDSCAPE.














































































































































































































