CHUCKMAN'S PLACES ON WORDPRESS: FEATURING THE BELOVED URBAN VILLAGE OF SOUTH SHORE CHICAGO NOSTALGIC IMAGES FROM CHILDHOOD FOCUSING ON THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD OF SOUTH SHORE IN CHICAGO AND, TO A LESSER EXTENT, HYDE PARK. INCLUDED ARE MANY IMAGES FROM JOHN CHUCKMAN AND FRIENDS. NOTE THAT WHERE CREATORS OF IMAGES OR SITES OF ORIGIN ARE IDENTIFIED, THE CREATORS OR SITES OF ORIGIN RETAIN ALL COPYRIGHTS.
My bedroom window was opposite the rear doors of the Hamilton Theatre across the narrow alley. The ushers would leave the doors open once in a while and I could watch the movies with my window open at night. It was an art movie house in the 1950s, I remember seeing Anna Mangnani, The Rose Tattoo, The Red Shoes. The projectionist would lean out his upper window when I played in the alley and discuss movies with me. I remember when they installed refrigeration, they put up big banners out front and it was frigid inside!
In the ’50s, the stationery/bookstore next to the Hamilton was Connor’s. The store had a few shelves for books you could rent, and my Mom, an avid reader, was always borrowing books to read. I was in grade school–O’Keeffe Elementary. Long gone are the boys’ and girls’ shelter houses that were in the northwest corner of the school grounds, where we could get balls, bats etc. in trade for leaving our house keys.
My bedroom window was opposite the rear doors of the Hamilton Theatre across the narrow alley. The ushers would leave the doors open once in a while and I could watch the movies with my window open at night. It was an art movie house in the 1950s, I remember seeing Anna Mangnani, The Rose Tattoo, The Red Shoes. The projectionist would lean out his upper window when I played in the alley and discuss movies with me. I remember when they installed refrigeration, they put up big banners out front and it was frigid inside!
The bookstore next door was where I first became hooked on reading. I see the word Book but can’t remember what came next.
In the ’50s, the stationery/bookstore next to the Hamilton was Connor’s. The store had a few shelves for books you could rent, and my Mom, an avid reader, was always borrowing books to read. I was in grade school–O’Keeffe Elementary. Long gone are the boys’ and girls’ shelter houses that were in the northwest corner of the school grounds, where we could get balls, bats etc. in trade for leaving our house keys.