After I got married my outlook on life changed. I had to become responsible and serious. Changing jobs, every 2 or 3 years, was no longer acceptable, it was time to settle into a secure career. It was time to get off the roller coaster. The opportunity came when I answered an ad, in the Chicago Tribune, for a Systems Analyst position with the City of Chicago. I was leery of government, but applied anyway. Working for government presented a negative perspective. I got a reply for an interview. The first step was a programming test. I passed, than was interviewed by a Systems Manager in the Chicago Data Center. I was hired. My start date was April 15, 1970, the salary, $10,700.
I was assigned to Lavern Breen who was to become my mentor and friend. She was great. You couldn’t ask for a better person to work with. She wanted me to succeed. I was assigned to work on the Board of Health Birth and Death System. Again I was fortunate to work with some wonderful people: the manager Henry Stanton and Jim Masterson, Chief Statistician. My responsibility was to ensure that a statistical report of births and deaths was prepared every Friday for the CDC (Center for Disease Control) to develop national figures for analysis. The assignment lasted 3-6 months.
I did very well, I passed the 3 month review and received a raise, I passed the 6 month review and got a raise and I passed the one year review and got a raise. I soon was promoted to Senior Systems Analyst and in a short time Principal Systems Analyst. I was beginning to make money. And Fred Farris said I should be an accountant! The environment fit my skills and personality. The only problem that came up in my first days was receiving my first paycheck My check was held up. They put a brick on it. I couldn’t understand it. I got the job through the Tribune, passed the requirements and was performing my duties. This upset me. I was mad. I wasn’t sure what to do. Than, I thought, that since I had been a member of the Illinois National Guard and General Kane was Director of Gun Control, I should talk to him. I went to his office and told him the situation. He told me it might be a good idea to see my committeeman since I was working for a political organization. I nodded my head and went back to my office. By the time I got back, my check was there. The General had made a phone call and resolved the situation. The Data Center Managers heard what I did and weren’t pleased with my actions and spoke among themselves about being more careful on who they hire. For the rest of my tenure no one approached or talked to me about politics. I never went to my committeeman and remained non political.
In time Laverne introduced me to Mike Hogan, from the Department of Personnel. Mike was in charge of Payroll Certification and coordinated personnel systems with the Data Center. Mike became a true friend and helper in moving my career forward. He was honest and realistic. He was interested in doing a good job. In time Mike transferred to the Chicago Fire Department and wanted me to replace him in Personnel. The timing was perfect, for I was to face some of the biggest system challenges the Department of Personnel would ever encounter. At the time, the Department of Personnel was dependent upon the Data Center for its data processing. As I became familiar with the systems, I began to plan the reorganization of the data processing needs for the DOP. I was fortunate that the Data Center had sent me for classes in Systems Development and Analysis at the Federal Building. These classes laid the foundation for much of the work that was to follow. The education provided me with the knowledge and approaches needed to bring about the changes necessary to meet the challenges in a timely and efficient manner... Two areas were of concern: Personnel Records and Examinations. I was about to venture into something unheard of, challenge the data center, and move some of the technical responsibilities to the User Department. This was rejected by the Data Center. Dr. Pounian, Director of Personnel, backed my position and took our proposal to Mayor Richard J. Daley. We won and were able to purchase our own Mini Computer, Entrex System. By this time I was enlisting the help of Lester Ascher, who moved from the Examination Division to my Systems Unit. Lester was a good technician and quickly learned to run and manage the Entrex. We became a team. I not only needed someone to manage Entrex, but also the expertise to write programs to create and modify systems. I applied for and received several grants to fund changes to the Certification System and to build a Biographical Examination Entry Program (BEEP). Again, I was fortunate to enroll the part-time help of two former DC Programmer Analysts to accomplish these tasks. Janis Kelly, former Programming Manager, took on the Certification project and Joe Tumminaro the BEEP Project. For $10,000 we put in place two excellent systems.
The BEEP System eventually grew to not only capture examination biographical data but encompassed the complete exam process: preparing exam notices, exam lists, statist tics, logistics, and other needed information. BEEP was instrumental in the processing of the Police and Fire Exams in the 70’s and 80’s. The system managed over 40,000 candidates for several police and fire exams and established the logistics for exam sites as well as test scoring. We also captured oral and physical exam data. Lester and James Jackson were instrumental in utilizing the data to generate the statistics used to defend the City in numerous court cases. There were times that we worked into the night, taking over the City’s two IBM 360 Computers; to prepare the statistics and information needed to meet court deadlines.
While building the exam systems, Florence Brophy, Manager of Test Scoring became ill requiring me to assume responsibility for the Test Scoring Division. We made some changes and McKinley Rogers became supervisor. Mac did a good job and was an excellent support person during this critical period in the City’s history. We modernized the file systems and kept pace with new technology to enable us to process the large number of applicants. .I also accepted responsibility for the Personnel’s Administrative Division which included: mail room, tuition reimbursement, photo id, reception room, purchasing, and most important the Budget. This assignment came because of my suggestion to Dr. Pounian that we needed better management of the budget. I was given the title Director of Systems and Administration... I had a fine staff: Connie, Eleanor, Olga, Lilly, Paula and more. With good people the job was enjoyable and successful.
We forged ahead in automating Personnel Systems and setting the model for other user departments. The changes wouldn’t have been possible without the fine work and effort of everyone involved. It was a team effort.
The environment was fascinating. We were part of history... Some mornings, when we went for coffee, at Counselors Row, across from City Hall, we would see legendary Aldermen: Keane, Roti, Vydolyak, Burke and others. This was a historical meeting place. When you were lucky, you might see Mayor, Richard J. Daley walking briskly through the tunnel of the Civic Center (Daley Center) to a meeting. The period was famous for its Council Wars. It was exciting to watch the Aldermen conduct business. One of my tasks was to sit on test panels for Police and Fire Exams where I had the pleasure to meet many of the top brass that commanded Police and Fire Units. I remember sitting on one of those panels, on a Friday before Memorial Day, when a plane crashed at OHare, killing over 190 passengers. The commanders were quickly sent to the crash site. To look back and revisit the accomplishments and events is amazing to know we participated in such an important period in the history of the City of Chicago...
Keeping morale was a priority. With the help of Katie we introduced “Scoop” to the DOP. It was a monthly newsletter of the Department’s happenings. Dr. Pounian would have preferred a literary piece, but Scoop was designed for and well received by the employees. After a year or two we disbanded Scoop and restructured it at Christmas time as a means to exchange season greetings and collect money for charity. We sold space in Scoop and donated the money to charity. Debbie provided much of the art work and the idea became a big hit. The Christmas Party was also a favorite, for $3 you got a hot lunch along with a raffle and Christmas Carols. The Department was like family.
The Department provided me with the opportunity to get a Masters Degree in Public Administration. Under the Tuition Reimbursement Program I went to DePaul U. from 1976 to 1980 gaining a degree that enhanced my career. In the early eighties, I found that there was a Superior Service Award for top employees. Knowing that no one would nominate me, I conspired with Lester to write a nomination letter. I was selected as a top candidate in the Supervisor category. I did not win, but did receive an honoree certificate. In a similar case, I tooted my horn to go to the City’s Executive Development Program. If you didn’t speak up, no one would do it for you. As a supervisor I also attended the Media Program at the Police Academy which instructed employees on how to work with the media.
During my 15 years the saddest day was in December 1976 when Richard J. Daley died. I believe it was late on a Friday afternoon that he passed away from a stroke. The Mayor was replaced by Michael Bilandic. Unfortunately for Bilandic there was a big snow storm in 1979 that provided Jane Byrne the ammunition to defeat him in the next election. . Byrne had a fiery term. She seemed to cause all kinds of rumors and problems. I remember her assistant, Lou , asked me for a list of personal information on all Police or Firemen. I didn’t know what do, so I had Lester prepare the list. When Lou called for the report I gave it to Dr. Pounian... I advised Lou to see Dr. Pounian; the Doctor threw him out of his office. There was a period of time after that that the Doctor was on the hot seat with the Mayor. Byrne lost in a bid for reelection to Harold Washington, Chicago’s first black mayor. City Hall changed. What bothered me was the attitude of Harold Washington’s followers; they thought it was now their turn to get their share. I went to a meeting that was conducted by Bernie Barfield, The Mayor’s Chief of Staff, instead of asking people to do a good job; the message was to protect the Mayor. It was inappropriate, you don’t make a good City by protecting one person, you make a good City by everyone doing a good job.
There was a time when I worked in the Data Center that the Director called everyone into the conference room to remind them that it was Election Day. He told us to remember who our employer was. Remember, vote early and often. Only in Chicago. St. Patrick’s Day was a big day during the Daley Administration. The Irish had great pride and ready to party. We normally got off at noon to watch the parade. It was interesting and lively. I had the opportunity to work with the Budget Director, Comptroller along with the Director of Personnel. I would have to say it was my most rewarding and challenging position. I will always remember the fine people and the binding of family that was alive in the Department of Personnel.
During my stay with the City of Chicago We bought a house at 5436 S. Avers. My wife was working at Christ Hospital and my son Georgie was one year old. I commuted via the Archer Ave. bus to downtown Chicago. Later in the 90’s the elevated was expanded to Pulaski and would have made the commute faster. We were members of St. Turibius Parish, where Georgie went to school and would graduate. We were active in scouts, Band, and later the school board. Georgie played the organ, sax and clarinet and was successful in many competitions. He took instructions from Mr. Stan Robson and Otto Nagle and joined Nagel’s Spartan Band. The Spartan Band was also known as the Rafter Rats and played at Chicago Sting Soccer games. Turibius kept us busy and active. Monsignor Mroczkowski was the pastor and was an excellent spiritual and administrative leader. One of the memorable moments was in 1979 when I got 2 tickets to attend Pope John Paul’s, Polish mass at Five Holy Martyrs parish. It was held outdoors and I attended with Georgie. We admired John Paul and were hoping to have a child and name it John Paul... In 1980 after 10 years, we didn’t have a John Paul; we had a lovely girl, Carrie Marie Tarasuk. We had been in the neighborhood about 10 years when things started to change. The two frame homes to the south of us had changed hands and the owner, a realty firm, started renting to different types of people. The worse was to happen when he rented to a well known drug dealer. There was a lot of activity to which the neighbors did not take well. Reports were made to the police but little happened. One day, they nabbed him with angel dust in his car. That’s when we found that he had prior arrests for selling drugs to teens at SW Side schools. The neighbors picketed the realty office and forced the dealer to move. He was followed by one of his customers who lost the home. This created a question, do we want our children to be raised in this environment.
The affects of a changing environment and the change to the Washington Administration created a dilemma: should we make changes. The City’s residency requirement was clear that you had to live in the City and job stability under a Washington Administration was questionable. Some said, wait and there would be change, but what if I was forced out. The decision was to find a different position. This was not easy. Through some networking, I was able to find a position with the State of Illinois’ Department of Employment Security. The decision was made to move and end 15 exciting years at the City of Chicago. The best job one could ever expect to have.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
REFECTIONS
Growing up was somewhat of a mystery. As I look back at my first 30 years I have to wonder who I was. What made me tick? Sometimes, I feel that I was guided by a strong inner force. An inner feeling that has guided my daily life. It protected me and watched over me and my actions. I was always serious and conscienentious. That was the way I was portrayed in a short pictorial piece in the Tuley Review. Maybe more introvert than extrovert. I never developed many close friends or relationships. I had friends but not to the extent of being dependent upon them. I would describe myself as standoffish and careful and probably naieve. I was protective of my privacy and inner feelings. I was a loaner and independent in my thinking and decisions. Some could describe me as stubborn.
My major weakness was social awareness. I was socially lazy and quiet. I could conduct a conversation and be friendly, but my goals were my priority. My life was focused on school and success. It wasn’t until I was 18 that I considered it important to venture into social activities. In my senior year I started to attend Tuley Socials, by that time few seniors were in attendance. I did little to socialize with the opposite sex. For the most part I knew little about the personal lives of my fellow students. For example when it came time to go to the senior prom I made a serious mistake by asking a female classmate to the prom. Fortunately she had a date and said no. Some how this became a hot topic around school and my friend Tony asked me what I was doing, didn’t I know she was the most promiscuous girl in school... I told him I had no idea and thanked him for telling me. Wow! Tony was what you call a real friend, honest and straight forward... The next girl I asked said “NO”. Nothing like rejection. Finally I asked a junior in one of my classes and she said yes. Again I didn’t know much about her. She was intelligent and attractive and to my surprise had been a finalist in a Miss Photoflash Contest. Later that summer her picture appeared on the cover of Parade Magazine. Some were amazed that she would say yes. My answer was, if you don’t ask, you’ll never know. Maybe it was my hidden charm or maybe she liked me; I don’t know.
Guided by my inner instincts I dated very little. My concentration was on school and studying. I never felt I could afford a girlfriend or the time to devote to a relationship. At DePaul I would go to the ROTC social affairs and a few fraternity dances. Charlie Stulga fixed me up with my first date to the Military Ball. I doubled with Eugene Sit. Normally someone would come to my rescue and set me up with a date. Although, while working at North American Insurance I spotted a girl who worked in the same building that I wanted to ask to a dance, I garnered the courage and approached her and she said yes. It’s hard to meet and introduce yourself to someone you don’t know. Maybe, I was underestimating my abilities.
The problem of finding dates continued when I was in the National Guard. There were always social events which required a date. I remember a sergeant, who worked at Northwest Memorial Hospital, would set me up with some blind dates. In fact he set me up with the most memorable blind date of all time. The girl lived somewhere on the North side with several roommates. When I entered the apartment I got the impression, from the chatter of two of her roommates, that she was using me and not being fair. In fact she was anxious about her date after the date. It appears the girls would swap the apartment on certain nights and had to find places to stay... Well, I escorted her to the dance and I was uncomfortable with the situation. The corker came when it was time to take her home. While driving she said she spotted her brothers car and that I should follow it. Well, this was dangerous and stupid as I sped along like a fool following the so called car... She finally directed me to where she wanted to go for her rendezvous. That was classic, I call it “FOLLOW THAT CAR”. Joe also introduced me to a Polish girl who was an RN at Northwestern. Since I was getting older I felt maybe I should take her out a few times and get to know her before the dance. Mistake, by the time the dance came around she thought I was serious. No cigar. That was scary, and the faster the dance was over the better. I guess I wasn’t always very caring and considerate in some of these situations. I always looked upon it as just a date. Someone wrote a book about it called ”He’s Not That Much Into You.” I wasn’t looking to get married. But again, the opposite can be true, you may like someone and the other person may not care for you...
Fortunately my mother realized I was getting older and that it was time to find someone to marry. My mother was a smart lady. She didn’t want me to be a lonely bachelor. We lived across the alley from Delores Shaefer the wife of Chet Shaefer. I guess my mother and Delores talked about me and came up with a plan. Chet Shaefer was having a Polka Stage Show at Kelly High School and could use someone to collect and sell tickets. It was on a Sunday evening and he had booked some of the top Polka Celebrities: Marion Lush, Ampolaires, Wesoly Stas, Jr. Zelinski, Zosia Dudek and others. When the show ended Delores introduced me to Carol Mendygral. Carol was Delores’ niece. Wow, I was impressed. She was an attractive blond, dressed nicely in a brown fur collar coat with a white scarf. It was love at first sight; I had found my Polish Girlfriend. When I went home I was excited to tell my mother that I met a great girl. My next step was to get a date. I asked Delores for the phone number. That took a while because her daughters, Alice and Janie where playing games. First I had to buy some Girl Scout Cookies before I got the number. I called Carol and she agreed to go out. She was foxy because she kept telling me she had several boy friends: Ralph, who was serious and John. So there was competition. She was not about to make this easy. For our first date we went downtown to see “Georgy Girl”. Before going out Carol had to complete her chores of washing floors. I was taking out Cinderella. This time I was not about to walk away and not try. This was to be a challenge. At last I had found my dream and Polish girlfriend. Carol strung me along for awhile and finally agreed to go steady. Within a year we got engaged. I remember going to her house on her days off for dinner. She would prepare the meal and then we would go out. She liked to dance, so after some dance lessons, we would go Polka or Ballroom Dancing. One of our most memorable dates was in March 1967. We had planned to go bowling in Oak Lawn and did not realize that a tornado had struck the town. As we drove down 95th street we saw the devastation that had taken place; the High School had been ripped in half and cars and buses thrown upside down. When I got home that evening I found that the Guards had been calling me to report for duty.
When we met Carol was working at the University of Chicago Hospital in Hyde Park. After starting to date someone stole Carol’s car. It was a new Chevy Malibu. It wasn’t badly damaged and we recovered it from an auto pond on 79th Street. The University didn’t provide much security and Carol did not feel safe. She left the hospital for a job closer to home, Holy Cross Hospital. Before we got married she switched to Christ Community Hospital in Oak Lawn. She continued to work at Christ for over 30 years. When we met I was unemployed. That wasn’t good. After some time I found work at Reliance Trading at 37th and Iron Streets.
Our courtship lasted about a year before we got engaged and started planning our wedding. We were alike in many ways and comfortable with our decision. We knew we would marry at St. Turibius and needed a nice hall. We set the date for June 22, 1968. Originally we wanted Przyblo’s House of the White Eagle, which was in the process of building a new banquet facility in Niles. The problem was that the premises would not be ready by our wedding day. They still owned the Andrew House on Division near California, but the neighborhood was questionable. Carol’s father knew that they were opening a hall at 57th and Kedzie called Pressmans Hall. It was run by the Lelkos. It was brand new with a reputation for good polish food. The Lelko’s would also eventually run the Landmark on Archer Road. Of course we wanted a Polka Band. We went to the dances to review the ones we liked. In the end we selected the Ampolaires. I remember going to Central Paints on Central and Fullerton and talking to Roman Travers and Dick Zimber. We booked the band... Our photographer was Mr. Sims from Jans Photos and our flowers came from Sherwood Florist on Pulaski. In selecting our bridesmaids and ushers we selected relatives; the bridesmaids were Carol’s cousin Michalene Wojs, my cousin Roberta Weglarz, her sister Christine, my niece Pat Chapan, and her aunt Camille Fudala. The ushers were my nephew Michael Chapan, my cousin James Weglarz and Carol’s cousin Frank Fudala ,her brother James Mendygral and my nephew Donald Holod..
Before the wedding we had a bridal shower in her mother’s basement on 56th and Hamlin. It was held on a Sunday afternoon. This was to be a very historic date because it was the weekend that Martin Luther King was killed. Many of our North side relatives were afraid to travel to the Southside. Fortunately everything was safe and Carol had a wonderful shower.
June 22nd arrived and it was beautiful sunny Saturday in the 70”s. The tension was rising and there was a lot of stress and doubt. I believe I got Carol upset over something, so I sent her a red rose from our garden on Iowa Street. I guess she still loved me because she didn’t back down... Mass was at 11 A.M. and performed by Father Al Cicora. After mass we had a luncheon at The Golden Ox on Archer Ave. In the evening we gathered at Pressman’s. We had about 250 – 300 guests. We had invited relatives, friends and neighbors. My godfather Tony Bidus and his wife Francis came from Florida for the wedding. At the end of the evening we had to pay the Zelkos and the band. We had a check for the hall and the band wanted cash. We had to tap some of the envelopes to pay the band. We paid for our own wedding and broke even. When we were about to leave we found someone had let the air out of my tires and filled the backseat with balloons. I didn’t appreciate the humor. Fortunately I had an air pump and filled the tires. The bride and groom were now ready to go to their new home. Prior to the wedding we rented, cleaned, painted and furnished an apartment behind Max’s Barbershop at 8308 S. Kedzie. We were now off to our new home as Mr. and Mrs. Tarasuk.
The day after the wedding, popravina in Polish, we prepared to leave for our honeymoon at the Emerald Beach Resort in the Bahamas. We said goodbye to our parents and were off for 7 days. When we came back it was time to adjust to married life and the reality of new and growing responsibilities.
My major weakness was social awareness. I was socially lazy and quiet. I could conduct a conversation and be friendly, but my goals were my priority. My life was focused on school and success. It wasn’t until I was 18 that I considered it important to venture into social activities. In my senior year I started to attend Tuley Socials, by that time few seniors were in attendance. I did little to socialize with the opposite sex. For the most part I knew little about the personal lives of my fellow students. For example when it came time to go to the senior prom I made a serious mistake by asking a female classmate to the prom. Fortunately she had a date and said no. Some how this became a hot topic around school and my friend Tony asked me what I was doing, didn’t I know she was the most promiscuous girl in school... I told him I had no idea and thanked him for telling me. Wow! Tony was what you call a real friend, honest and straight forward... The next girl I asked said “NO”. Nothing like rejection. Finally I asked a junior in one of my classes and she said yes. Again I didn’t know much about her. She was intelligent and attractive and to my surprise had been a finalist in a Miss Photoflash Contest. Later that summer her picture appeared on the cover of Parade Magazine. Some were amazed that she would say yes. My answer was, if you don’t ask, you’ll never know. Maybe it was my hidden charm or maybe she liked me; I don’t know.
Guided by my inner instincts I dated very little. My concentration was on school and studying. I never felt I could afford a girlfriend or the time to devote to a relationship. At DePaul I would go to the ROTC social affairs and a few fraternity dances. Charlie Stulga fixed me up with my first date to the Military Ball. I doubled with Eugene Sit. Normally someone would come to my rescue and set me up with a date. Although, while working at North American Insurance I spotted a girl who worked in the same building that I wanted to ask to a dance, I garnered the courage and approached her and she said yes. It’s hard to meet and introduce yourself to someone you don’t know. Maybe, I was underestimating my abilities.
The problem of finding dates continued when I was in the National Guard. There were always social events which required a date. I remember a sergeant, who worked at Northwest Memorial Hospital, would set me up with some blind dates. In fact he set me up with the most memorable blind date of all time. The girl lived somewhere on the North side with several roommates. When I entered the apartment I got the impression, from the chatter of two of her roommates, that she was using me and not being fair. In fact she was anxious about her date after the date. It appears the girls would swap the apartment on certain nights and had to find places to stay... Well, I escorted her to the dance and I was uncomfortable with the situation. The corker came when it was time to take her home. While driving she said she spotted her brothers car and that I should follow it. Well, this was dangerous and stupid as I sped along like a fool following the so called car... She finally directed me to where she wanted to go for her rendezvous. That was classic, I call it “FOLLOW THAT CAR”. Joe also introduced me to a Polish girl who was an RN at Northwestern. Since I was getting older I felt maybe I should take her out a few times and get to know her before the dance. Mistake, by the time the dance came around she thought I was serious. No cigar. That was scary, and the faster the dance was over the better. I guess I wasn’t always very caring and considerate in some of these situations. I always looked upon it as just a date. Someone wrote a book about it called ”He’s Not That Much Into You.” I wasn’t looking to get married. But again, the opposite can be true, you may like someone and the other person may not care for you...
Fortunately my mother realized I was getting older and that it was time to find someone to marry. My mother was a smart lady. She didn’t want me to be a lonely bachelor. We lived across the alley from Delores Shaefer the wife of Chet Shaefer. I guess my mother and Delores talked about me and came up with a plan. Chet Shaefer was having a Polka Stage Show at Kelly High School and could use someone to collect and sell tickets. It was on a Sunday evening and he had booked some of the top Polka Celebrities: Marion Lush, Ampolaires, Wesoly Stas, Jr. Zelinski, Zosia Dudek and others. When the show ended Delores introduced me to Carol Mendygral. Carol was Delores’ niece. Wow, I was impressed. She was an attractive blond, dressed nicely in a brown fur collar coat with a white scarf. It was love at first sight; I had found my Polish Girlfriend. When I went home I was excited to tell my mother that I met a great girl. My next step was to get a date. I asked Delores for the phone number. That took a while because her daughters, Alice and Janie where playing games. First I had to buy some Girl Scout Cookies before I got the number. I called Carol and she agreed to go out. She was foxy because she kept telling me she had several boy friends: Ralph, who was serious and John. So there was competition. She was not about to make this easy. For our first date we went downtown to see “Georgy Girl”. Before going out Carol had to complete her chores of washing floors. I was taking out Cinderella. This time I was not about to walk away and not try. This was to be a challenge. At last I had found my dream and Polish girlfriend. Carol strung me along for awhile and finally agreed to go steady. Within a year we got engaged. I remember going to her house on her days off for dinner. She would prepare the meal and then we would go out. She liked to dance, so after some dance lessons, we would go Polka or Ballroom Dancing. One of our most memorable dates was in March 1967. We had planned to go bowling in Oak Lawn and did not realize that a tornado had struck the town. As we drove down 95th street we saw the devastation that had taken place; the High School had been ripped in half and cars and buses thrown upside down. When I got home that evening I found that the Guards had been calling me to report for duty.
When we met Carol was working at the University of Chicago Hospital in Hyde Park. After starting to date someone stole Carol’s car. It was a new Chevy Malibu. It wasn’t badly damaged and we recovered it from an auto pond on 79th Street. The University didn’t provide much security and Carol did not feel safe. She left the hospital for a job closer to home, Holy Cross Hospital. Before we got married she switched to Christ Community Hospital in Oak Lawn. She continued to work at Christ for over 30 years. When we met I was unemployed. That wasn’t good. After some time I found work at Reliance Trading at 37th and Iron Streets.
Our courtship lasted about a year before we got engaged and started planning our wedding. We were alike in many ways and comfortable with our decision. We knew we would marry at St. Turibius and needed a nice hall. We set the date for June 22, 1968. Originally we wanted Przyblo’s House of the White Eagle, which was in the process of building a new banquet facility in Niles. The problem was that the premises would not be ready by our wedding day. They still owned the Andrew House on Division near California, but the neighborhood was questionable. Carol’s father knew that they were opening a hall at 57th and Kedzie called Pressmans Hall. It was run by the Lelkos. It was brand new with a reputation for good polish food. The Lelko’s would also eventually run the Landmark on Archer Road. Of course we wanted a Polka Band. We went to the dances to review the ones we liked. In the end we selected the Ampolaires. I remember going to Central Paints on Central and Fullerton and talking to Roman Travers and Dick Zimber. We booked the band... Our photographer was Mr. Sims from Jans Photos and our flowers came from Sherwood Florist on Pulaski. In selecting our bridesmaids and ushers we selected relatives; the bridesmaids were Carol’s cousin Michalene Wojs, my cousin Roberta Weglarz, her sister Christine, my niece Pat Chapan, and her aunt Camille Fudala. The ushers were my nephew Michael Chapan, my cousin James Weglarz and Carol’s cousin Frank Fudala ,her brother James Mendygral and my nephew Donald Holod..
Before the wedding we had a bridal shower in her mother’s basement on 56th and Hamlin. It was held on a Sunday afternoon. This was to be a very historic date because it was the weekend that Martin Luther King was killed. Many of our North side relatives were afraid to travel to the Southside. Fortunately everything was safe and Carol had a wonderful shower.
June 22nd arrived and it was beautiful sunny Saturday in the 70”s. The tension was rising and there was a lot of stress and doubt. I believe I got Carol upset over something, so I sent her a red rose from our garden on Iowa Street. I guess she still loved me because she didn’t back down... Mass was at 11 A.M. and performed by Father Al Cicora. After mass we had a luncheon at The Golden Ox on Archer Ave. In the evening we gathered at Pressman’s. We had about 250 – 300 guests. We had invited relatives, friends and neighbors. My godfather Tony Bidus and his wife Francis came from Florida for the wedding. At the end of the evening we had to pay the Zelkos and the band. We had a check for the hall and the band wanted cash. We had to tap some of the envelopes to pay the band. We paid for our own wedding and broke even. When we were about to leave we found someone had let the air out of my tires and filled the backseat with balloons. I didn’t appreciate the humor. Fortunately I had an air pump and filled the tires. The bride and groom were now ready to go to their new home. Prior to the wedding we rented, cleaned, painted and furnished an apartment behind Max’s Barbershop at 8308 S. Kedzie. We were now off to our new home as Mr. and Mrs. Tarasuk.
The day after the wedding, popravina in Polish, we prepared to leave for our honeymoon at the Emerald Beach Resort in the Bahamas. We said goodbye to our parents and were off for 7 days. When we came back it was time to adjust to married life and the reality of new and growing responsibilities.
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