Hi, welcome back to My Front Porch. Today, I thought that we would continue our discussion on growing up in Wicker Park. Last week we talked about Evergreen Avenue and the stores and its people. To get a better picture of the neighborhood let’s take a walk and check out the major streets: Damen, Milwaukee, Division Street, North Avenue and Western Avenue.

It’s a short walk to Damen Avenue from The Front Porch on Evergreen Avenue. Damen Avenue was a major thoroughfare with red streetcars that provided transportation North and South... The streetcars where manned by a conductor and a motorman. Damen Avenue was cobble stoned with tracks and trolley lines to run the cars. It was not unusual for the trolley to disengage and the motorman or conductor to exit the streetcar and re-engage the trolley. Let’s start our walk north on Damen. On the corner at Evergreen and Damen was a Rexall Drug Store and across the street a Baptist Church About a block north is Wicker Park. The Park covers about two square blocks. Across from the Park were mostly homes. I remember a clinic that was located across from the park. That’s where I would go to be checked for colds and other ailments. Not far from the clinic was the El Subway that could get you downtown in less than 15 minutes. Somewhere near the El was the Stack and Ryan Bowling Alley. . As we pass the El we find three corners Damen, Milwaukee and North Avenues. This triangle was anchored by the Tower Building that housed doctors and dentists, Northwest Pharmacy, Irv’s Men Store and Fairfield S&L.


Northwest Pharmacy Tower Building

If you went west on North Avenue you would find The Association House, one of many settlement houses where immigrants were welcomed and received assistance in settling into our country. Many of the neighborhood kids played basketball at the Association House

For our tour let’s turn right onto Milwaukee Avenue, to me it was known as the “Avenue”. Milwaukee Avenue was the major shopping center that featured furniture, clothing, jewelry, movie theatres, and more. Wielboldts was our Marshall Field and the major department store in the area. I best remember Wielboldts for opening its 4th floor Christmas Toyland which featured Santa Claus, toys and a great train display. I also remember standing in line and waiting for Polish Ham at Glinkas Sausage and for fish at Jack’s Fish Market, it was a nightmare to go to those stores at Christmas or Easter. Nearby was the People’s Gas and Com Ed offices to pay your gas or electric bills. The A&P was the largest supermarket in the area. I remember the Chicago Bakery for its paczki, kruszecki, kolaczki, éclairs, French donuts and birthday cakes... There was Jack and Jills for ice cream sundaes and sodas. At Jack and Jills your water was served in a triangular tin cup with a paper cup insert. When was the last time you saw that? Two movie theatres, Wicker Park and The Royal Theatres had double features, cartoons and a news reels for pennies. Nearby was a wallpaper store. There was Tri-Are Lamps were we still have a lamp from. As we continue down Milwaukee Ave we cross Evergreen Ave., which runs at an angle and ended at Milwaukee Avenue... Nearby you could find Niederman Furniture, Royal Jewelers, and something you won’t find today, a fresh chicken store. Yes, you could buy fresh live chickens. The chickens were kept in coups until ready for killing and cleaning. There was a Record Store that sold 78 RPM records. You’d browse through the records that were stored on tables; you could play your selections in a sound proof room before purchase. There were a few taverns and you’d could smell the beer, it had a lasting aroma. There was a newsstand to buy local papers and magazines. My favorite store was the Woolworth 5&10; I liked the toys and the candy malt teasers and chocolate raisins... As we cross Wood Street we come to Wileboldts and across the street, were Tom McCann and Father and Son Shoes. Benson Rixon and Continental Clothing where the top men stores and Paddors was a favorite ladies store. You could find ladies hats and other accessories on the Avenue. The stores were closed on Sunday, but you’d find people strolling and window shopping on the Avenue...

We’ve reached the end of what I called the Avenue. We’re now at Milwaukee, Ashland and Division Street. Next week I would like to take you down Division Street and continue to look back at growing up in the 40’s...


Sasiad

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME

As WWII ended the nation rejoiced and echoed the old Civil War song “When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again, Hurrah, Hurrah”. Celebrations took place throughout the land. The Stars and Stripes was flown proudly and the pride and patriotism was seen throughout the land. Happy Days Were Here Again.

The transition from wartime to peacetime was about to begin. What was once a male dominated work force was about to change. Through their hard work and efforts women were now competing for the jobs previously occupied by men. The factories began to hum and produce the much needed and desired domestic goods: refrigerators, automobiles, furniture, clothes... After years of shortages the stores were stocked and meeting consumer demand. I remember a neighbor who waited a year for his new Ford Coup. It was a beauty, bright shiny red... Within days it was stolen. It was heartbreaking to see this man’s happiness turn to anger and sorrow... I guess you can never eradicate evil. Our household participated in the change by buying a refrigerator and saying good by to the ice box. We got a used gas heater for the kitchen to replace the coal stove.We purchased a radio and phonograph. We ran out to buy the latest 78rpm hits: Julida Polka, Jedzie Boat, Too Fat Polka, Helena Polka, Czy Jak Ta Dzywiecyna and others. Yes, we liked Those Polkas! Oh, by the way, we did buy popular records.

My sisters were now getting older and starting to date. They’d go polka dancing to the ballrooms and picnic groves. They ‘d go to Polonia Ballroom and Grove, Pulaski Village, Veterans Hall, Wozniaks, Trombas and Natomas. There were plenty of dance halls in the 40’s. This is were the Polish Boys went to meet the Polish Girls. This was also the Big Band era, they would go to the Aragon or Trianon Ball Rooms to listen and dance to Eddie Howard, The Dorsey Brothers, and Wayne King. For movies they went to neighborhood theatres or Downtown too the Chicago, Oriental, State Lake Theatres where they watched live performances presented by big bands, singers and comedians. It was like vaudeville. I remember going to the Chicago Theatre to watch a James Cagney movie, the one were he pushes a grapefruit in the girls face. After the movie, we enjoyed the big band sounds of Guy Lombardo or Carmen Cavarello.

After the war couples started to marry and it was the start of the baby boom. It was a time when people married within their own nationality and religion. It was frowned upon for a Pole to marry someone that was not Polish or Catholic. Everyone in my family, aunts and uncles, married Poles. The only non compliant one was my brother who married an Italian girl. Most of our weddings took place at Holy Trinity Church on Noble Street. This was the time of the famous Polish Weddings. The couples rented a hall, hired Polish cooks, bought the food and drinks, and hired a Polka Band. For food there was chicken soup, chicken, golambki, Polish sausage, mash potatoes, kapusta, a salad, coffee, and kolaczki. The wedding cake was taken home. The cooks were the best. The halls were situated so that you had dancing on the main floor and dinner on the lower level. When it was time to eat, the band would strike up the Polish Wedding March and the Bride and Groom would invite and lead the guests to the dining area. After dinner the bar would open and dancing would begin. The bar would be manned by friends and relatives. The drinks would be beer, wine, straight shots, high balls and soda. Sometimes, someone would have too much to drink and fights would break out, or other foolish incidents would occur. I remember, at my eldest sister’s wedding, my brother and several friends took my brother-in-law’s car for a joy ride and were caught by the police. They were escorted back to the wedding where my brother-in-law talked them out of the situation.

In 1947 my parents celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary. It was a surprise party hosted by my sisters and brother. It was held at an old hall, Gutz Hall. It featured great home cooking by our Polish Cooks and the music of Joe Durlak. To this day I still listen to his renditions of Czy Jak Tak Dzywiecyna, Kuku Oberek and Young Fellows Waltz. It was like the typical Polish wedding with the Wedding March, dinner and dancing. My father was famous for his Russian Cossack Dance and entertained the guests with his energy and footwork. All the relatives and friends attended. In those days you invited your neighbors. It was like a block party. The Anniversary was held on a Sunday and on Monday we stayed home to rest and continue the celebration. My father went to work. He never missed a day of work.

The day after a Polish Wedding was called Poprawina, the Day After. It was a continuation of the celebration. The relatives would gather at the home of the bride or groom to visit and talk about the wedding. It was a time when the question, how much money (ile) did they collect was asked. We would enjoy the left over food and have a good time, talking and laughing about the crazy things that happened at the wedding.

One of the things I enjoyed after the war was watching the men, back from service, play 16” softball. After super I would go to Wicker Park School Yard to watch the games. The season lasted from June thru July. The two neighborhood teams were the Rippers and Wolves, My favorite was the Rippers. They wore red burgundy pants with white stripes. They were a solid team. I remember they had Gene at 1st, Whitey at 3rd and Mike at shortstop. Gene was a big guy who could hit the ball a mile. The playing field was covered with gravel and was surrounded by Damen, Schiller, Evergreen and Hoyne. Home plate was at Schiller near Damen. The school was about 200 feet from home plate and 50-60 feet from left field. It was like having a big fence in center field... A lot of home runs were hit on to the roof of the school. I remember Gene hitting one from Schiller to almost Evergreen Avenue. The Wolves wore Blue and Gold. I had a habit of watching the Wolves along the 1st baseline, until their pitcher, Johnny; a left hand hitter hit a line drive that hit me in the nose. .. I still can feel that ball and blood coming from my nose. The problem was that it didn’t happen once, it happened twice. I guess I didn’t belong on the 1st baseline. The teams would meet once or twice during the season. Sometimes, Joe Graboski played for the Wolves. They called him Bones. He was about 6-6 and played for the Chicago Stags and later the Philadelphia Warriors. Joe went straight from Tuley High School to play professional basketball with the Stags. The Rippers normally came out on top. The best games were when the Cats, a black team, came by truck to play the Rippers. This was the show down of all show downs. It was like the Yankees coming to play the White Sox. Two great teams squaring off in what was always a big money game. The Cats were so good they were unbeatable. If the Rippers beat them once or twice it was a miracle. The scores were something like 40 to 1 or 43 to 0. They were unbelievable and it was a joy to watch the teams and the respect they had for each other. I didn’t see any racism.

The young men playing softball were a great example for the neighborhood kids. Many of the men continued their education under the GI bill and went on to successful careers. It was there way of staying in touch with their buddies and relaxing.

Early in May the Polish Constitution Day was celebrated. It was on the first Sunday in May and started with mass at Holy Trinity Church and followed with a parade that proceeded down Augusta Blvd to Humboldt Park than to the Kosciuszko Statue, The statute had stood for years near North and California. Every year we would have lunch and run to watch the parade. We’d walk down Potomac Street to the park. There was always a packed crowd lining the parade route. Everywhere you would see Red and White Polish Flags and American Flags. A number of bands played as we watched former Polish soldiers march by. The Polish Ladies auxiliary were dressed in white outfits with Blue and red capes and blue hats. They would string out huge white sheets to collect money for Polish charities... My Uncle Miller marched in his Goral outfit, Mountaineer; he had his handy curved Polish Cane in hand. The parade ended at Kosziciuczko’s statue where a well known dignitary would speak. It was an enjoyable and memorable event that was looked forward too every year.

The end of WWII also marked the year that the Chicago Cubs battled the Detroit Tigers for the pennant. It was 1945 and the Cubs had such favorites as Phil Cavaretta, who batted 355, Stan Hack, Andy Pafko, Bill Nicholson, Lennie Murrelo, Claude Passeau, Hank Borowy and Hank Wyse who won 22 games. The Cubs were managed by Charlie Grimm, but lost in a 7 game series to the Detroit Tigers.

In 1948 Harry S. Truman ran for re-election against Thomas Dewey, former governor of New York. This was the year that the Chicago Tribune printed its famous headline that “DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN”. Truman was the winner and continued on for four more years with his standby trademark, “The Buck Stops Here”.

Yes, Johnny had come home and we had returned to normal, unfortunately it was to be short lived. . In a few short years we would find ourselves in the Korean Conflict.

Join me next week on the Front Porch as we discuss the grammar school years.

AS TIME GOES BY

AS TIME GOES BY

Today let’s begin with a little history of the family. My father was born in 1895 in Ternavka, a small village in the Russian Ukraine. His family lived on a farm in the rich farmlands of the Ukraine. He had three brothers. He came to America at the insistence of his mother to escape the tyranny of the Russian Revolution. He set sail on the Vaterland and arrived at Ellis Island in 1914. It was a bold an adventurous journey for a 19 year old who didn’t know the language or anyone in a new home called the United States. He came to Chicago and boarded with a Polish family. There were other boarders and the lady of the boarding house was known as Hazika. My father went to evening school and learned to write, speak and read English. In a very short time he was competent in the language and soon found work in the picture frame industry...

My mother was born in 1903 in Philadelphia of Polish parents. Her parents were born in Szczawnica, Poland. At an early age she made two trips with her parents to visit her grandparents in Poland... She had two brothers and twins that died when babies. Her mother died when she was 13. Her father remarried and had two boys and a girl with the second wife. My mother completed most of grammar school but had to quit and go to work. She worked for a Jewish family cleaning house. Her father died in 1929. She met my father through Hazika. They were married in 1922. They had three girls and two boys; I was the youngest. My oldest sister was 15 and the youngest sister 7 when I was born. My parents had a long history of living on Evergreen Avenue. They lived in two different houses before moving to 2143 W. Evergreen. My Uncle Frank owned the grocery store and then bought a 3 flat three doors down. During the depression Uncle Frank lost everything and my parents moved to 2143 where I was born.

My mother was the boss; she managed the house, kids and money. My father was easy going and brought home the pay. Times were rough during and after the depression. Somehow my father was able to work and support the family. By the time my three oldest siblings were 16 they quit high school. Education wasn’t a priority when the family needed financial help. It was an era when working in a factory and steady work was looked upon as success. By the time young people were 19 or 20 they were getting married. We were a disciplined family and followed the rules. If you got out of line, the strap came out and you scurried to find safety. No no, no don’t hit me!

Supper time meant everyone sat down together. We learned to share and work together. Everyone had chores. As you got older the chores went down the line. Pretty soon I had inherited the chores. You learned to respect each other and bind together. We weren’t an outward affectionate family, but inside had the love and respect for each other. The credit goes to my mother and father for instilling good values: honesty, hard work, respect, courtesy, the tradition of family, how to manage good and bad times, responsibility, cleanliness, and to be a good person.

My mother was quite sociable and liked to entertain. Although we didn’t have much, we always seemed to have guests and plenty of food and drinks on the table. My relatives would take turns visiting .Uncles were called Wujek, aunts ciotka,grandma busia and grandpa dziadek. The kitchen table was the vocal point for the visit. .For the men my father would bring out a quart of beer and a half pint of whiskey and coffee or soda was served for the ladies. Around supper time my mother served lunch meat, bread, pickles and cake. When my uncles came they liked to play cards, 66 was their game. They would argue and accuse each other of cheating. They took this game seriously. They smoked cigars and sometimes cigarettes. The kids weren’t allowed to congregate with the adults, they stayed in another room. At the end of the evening they would say their good byes and head home. Most lived within walking distance and some would take the street car.

I can recall when my oldest sister was dating that my mother invited her fiancé and friends for Sunday dinner. They were from Pennsylvania and weren’t fortunate to have good home cooked meals. My mother served golambki and won everyone over. One of the memorable guest was the father of my future brother-in-laws friends. His name was Pop Laskowski. He was a tall, gray haired, slender man in his sixties. He loved to sing ,his favorite song was Jak Sybko Mila Chwile, As Time Goes By, In fact the whole group loved to sing and we where entertained with their harmonies of: Down By The Old Mill Stream, Dinah, I’ve Got Six Pence, Me and My Gal and other songs of the 30’s and 40”s. Their visits brought joy and happiness to the house.

When you talk about happiness and fun times I remember my youngest sister’s First Communion Party. It was held on the 2nd floor and all the aunts and uncles came. They were a fun bunch and liked good times. To celebrate they formed a band of combs, scrub board, paper and other items to make musical sounds to which they sang their favorite Polish songs. The windows were open and the merriment could be heard down the street...

In the summer my uncles would take us picnicking at Dam No. 2 or 4 on the far Northwest Side. My mother fried up hamburgers, prepared breaded pork chops, potatoe salad, coffee would be put into an empty gallon bottle and everything placed in a big picnic basket. This was a treat and always exciting. At one time I remember going in a truck, otherwise we traveled in one of the uncle’s cars... My father never owned or drove an automobile. The families didn’t own homes, everyone rented, and free time was for family. In those days cars had running boards while the small coups had rumble seats. Rumble seats were seats that are now occupied by your trunk and they would open outward with two seats. They had no roof and you were vulnerable to the weather.

One of my most favorite times was visiting Coitka Wlodska, Aunt Lucy, in Chicago Heights. We’d start out early on a Sunday taking a Damen Avenue Streetcar to Halsted Street and Halsted all the way to Harvey where we would pick up a bus to Chicago Heights. Once in Chicago Heights our Uncle Schultz would pick us up in his car. He was wild and drove like a maniac. They lived in an old frame house. They shared a bathroom with a next door neighbor; the bathroom was interesting because the water closet was on the wall near the ceiling. In the back of the yard they raised pigeons which were kept in little houses or coups. Ciotka had a large garden where she grew vegetables for canning. I always loved to come for her pork roast and roast potatoes. The best roast potatoes you ever tasted. She was a cook at the local country club. After several hours we would start our trek back home.

In the summer we would have visitors from Philadelphia, my mother’s mother’s brother, Wujek, would come with his daughters Mary and Nellie and spend several days with us. At times we would have other relatives from Philadelphia. My Uncle John was also a periodic visitor. He was a career soldier and came with his wife. It was never boring; there was always a variety of friends and relatives to make things interesting. I still can’t figure out how my mother managed, housed and fed all those people...


Next week I would like to continue our discussion by talking about holidays and how they were spent at 2143 W. Evergreen.


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MOVING TO OUR DREAM HOUSE

Before I got married Carol and I looked for a place to live. With the help of her father we found a nice apartment, located at 8308 S. Kedzie, behind Max’s Barbershop. We fixed it up and bought furniture and were ready to live there by the time we got married, it was convenient for Carol to go to Christ Advocate Hospital. I was working at North American and took a bus downtown. We moved there in June 0f 1968. In June, 1969 Georgie was born. When we moved there, Max the owner said he wouldn’t raise our rent. Well after a year the rent was raised from $130 to $150 a month. We felt it was too high. We started looking for a house. We started on the North Side were prices were higher and then scaled down our expectations to look on the SW side. The houses were newer and cheaper. Again Carol’s father came to the rescue. At the time he owned Frank and Walt’s Grocery Store on 56th Place and Pulaski. One of his customers had died and the family was selling their home at 5436 S. Avers. The house was about 20 years old and in decent condition. It needed a lot of paint and some work but was worth the $23,000 price tag. Our parent agreed and we bought the house. Over time we fixed the lawn, built a garage, redecorated the basement, put in new kitchen cabinets and remodeled the bathroom. I especially liked the basement and the bar that Carol’s parents had bought us. We had many parties that provide us with many fond memories. When my mother passed away, we built an apartment, in the attic, for my sister Loretta. It had become a very beautiful home for the area. It was conveniently located with the Pulaski and Archer Bus Lines close to Chicago’s loop. In April 1970 I started working for the City and the transportation was good. Carol was working at Christ Hospital which was straight down Pulaski to 95th Street. Georgie was going to St. Turibius where he could walk or get a ride to school. It turned out to be a practicable and good decision for a first home.



We lived in St. Turibius Parish, were Carol had gone to grammar school and had attended Lourdes High School. As Georgie got involved in various activities: soccer, band and scouts; I also got involved in the School Board, Scouts, and Band Boosters. Monsignor Mroszkowski was pastor and was an excellent religious leader. The Monsignor was always pleasant and treated the people who worked around the church to a variety of parties. He was a gifted organist and singer. Because of his love for music Georgie participated in a number of organ recitals that were held in the church hall. While at Turibius, Georgie’s interest in music grew. A big influence was St. Turibius’ Band Director Stan Robeson. Georgie took Organ and accordion lessons from Mr. Robeson. Stan also worked with Otto Nagel who gave Georgie Clarinet and Saxophone lessons. As his skills grew he was able to join Mr. Nagels Spartan Band. The Spartans were composed of mostly grownups but he was able to fit in. The Spartan Band also played at the Chicago Sting Soccer Games at the Chicago Stadium. In between those activities he participated in numerous organ recitals that he placed 1st place. Because of his interest we purchased a Hammond Organ. It would turn out to be an excellent investment for his future. By the time he was going to high school he was beginning to play at churches. St. Turibius was probably the most enjoyable part of living at 5436 S. Avers.



After along 10 years Carrie was born on January 19.1980. We had three bedrooms so it worked out just fine. Georgie had some neighborhood friends, bur Carrie didn’t have any one her age in the area. She had one lone friend, Kathleen, who came to visit her grandmother. By the time Carrie was ready to go to grammar school we had to make a decision on where we would live. Georgie was to go to Marist High School at 115th and Pulaski. We knew the neighborhood was changing. Next door we had a drug dealer and 2 frame houses that were neglected. Was this the neighborhood we wanted our children to grow up in? The major problem was, I worked for the City. That was a problem. The residency rule didn’t allow you to live outside the city. So the decision was made to look for another job.



Finding a new job wasn’t easy. The private sector had reservations about government employees, the ads were fruitless and networking was limited. Through a friend in the National Guard I was able to secure a position with the State Of Illinois’; Department of Employment Security. The money was a little less, but it provided the opportunity to leave the City. Next we had to select a place to live. After searching for a time we opted to build a new home. By chance, one Sunday I found a small ad in the Tribune with a vacant lot for sale in Homer Township. So we took a ride to Homer, which was still a small farming community. Our destination was the Old Oak Country Club. There, we met Al Lieponis who was representing property in Old Oak Estates. He took us around and we found lot at the corner of Old Oak and Pin Oak. It was a quarter of an acre with plenty of room. There was only one home at this location. To our back was vacant land that butted up against horse ranches located on Bell Road. We liked it and decided to purchase the property. The cost was about $18,000. We would need a mortgage. This would be a problem because banks weren’t lending money for vacant land. I told this to Eleanor Orchowski, a friend at City Hall. who told me to see her banker son. Through Eleanor’s son we got a mortgage and bought the land. Carol’s parents liked the location so much they bought the lot next door.



Now that we had the land we had to find a builder and the plans to build our dreamhouse. Carol had been impressed with the builder who had built her mother’s home on 56th Place. So we went to Tatoo and Schroll but for some reason it wouldn’t work. One problem was that we needed space for my sister, Loretta. Carol’s parents were able to build and move before us. They had selected Mundo Builders. So we selected the same builder. We found the plans that we liked. It was a combination of a Gallagher and Henry design and another builder. It was to be 2800 square feet, not counting the basement. The rec room area was huge enough that we could build a studio apartment for my sister. The cost was about $240,000. That was a lot of money for 1985. To finance the property I took a loan on my City pension, and with the sale of 5436 we were able to obtain a reasonable mortgage. Interest at that time was about 12%. With Carol and me working we were able to manage the mortgage.



So with a new job and the sale of our old home we were off to Homer Township. The first thing was to make sure our kids were set in school. Carrie was bused to Goodings Grove and Georgie to Marist. I drove downtown and sometime took the train. We needed many improvements: landscaping, furniture and general odds and ends. Over time we used our money wisely and accomplished our objectives. We where now in our dream house as the story goes on.

CITY HALL DAYS

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.

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.

HOW DO I GET OFF THIS ROLLER COASTER

It was July 1961 and I had just returned from six months active duty... It was time to go to work. Where do I start? First, I went to North American to see about getting my old job back. My former position had been filled and I had the option of being placed in Classification or Underwriting. This was not appealing and I didn’t want to bump the person in my former position. I found a job at Hartford Insurance for $385 a month, a far cry from the $425 previously earned at North American... The job provided no challenge or opportunities and ended within six months. Next stop, ITT Kellogg on Pulaski near Chicago Avenue... It was in accounts payable and paid $425 a month. By 1962 the company was moving, and time to move. I went back to the Employment Agencies. and found Montgomery Ward Catalog at 618 Chicago Avenue. was searching for Merchandiser Trainees, Stock Floor Managers and Traffic Managers. There was a fee attached to the job. The company paid half and the client paid the other half of one month’s pay. I agreed and was hired as a Merchandise Trainee aka Control Buyer / Re-buyer. The $94 weekly salary was paid in cash. Within a year Wards switched to payroll checks and a comprehensive benefit program...

Wards would turn out to be the best hands-on experience I could ever receive. It was worth more than the $200 I paid for the job. I was oriented in all facets of mail order: credit, traffic, stock, buying, shipping receiving etc. After several weeks I was placed in Department 18, Towels and Linens. The former head of the Unit had transferred to the Buying Office and the assistant Richard Warren became manager. Rich was an excellent mentor and we made a good team. I quickly learned the art of forecasting and reordering merchandise. We were responsible for towels, linens, bedspreads, sheets, pillows. Our major suppliers were Cannon Mills, Scranton Linens and Fieldcrest. The January White Sale was our peak selling period. The trick was to order the right amount of merchandise based on catalog layouts and history. Each re-buyer was evaluated on out of stock merchandise called ship laters and/or omissions. At the end of each catalog: Winter, Spring, Fall, Mid Summer or other specials you were evaluated on accumulated overstock. This affected the markdowns or profit/loss you made for the company... The job was to get good turnover, get it in and get it out. I was now an entrepreneur managing a small business with inventories of over three million dollars. It was a fast moving operation where you not only ordered merchandise but managed the receipt of shipments. It was not unusual to run down to the dock, get a dollie and bring boxes up, to fill orders. On my finger I wore a small box cutter to open boxes... You moved and thought quickly... I worked closely with the people on the stock floor to keep on top of things... The ladies had names like: Johnny and Jimmy and were called Trouble Clerks. . They were important cogs in the operation. Everything ran well until Rich took a position in the Buying Office. I felt I had the skills to replace him, I feared his replacement would not have the skills or experience to produce good outcomes. I knew the replacement was no Richard Warren, and I would be dependent on his performance. I didn’t like the situation, so once again it was off to the employment agencies. With my new skills; I quickly found a re-buying position at McMaster Carr, a company that sold mechanical goods through a catalog. The interesting thing about this company was that they stocked little merchandise. The customer would first order than you would buy... The pay was good, including Saturday overtime. The problem arose when the manager stood over a worker’s shoulder to monitor the work or continually observe you from his desk. I felt the Gestapo was watching... Within a month I called my former Ward Unit Manager to see if I could come back... Without hesitation, he said yes.

When I came back, I was assigned to work for Ray in Children’s Wear. I wasn’t fond of
Ray, but we tolerated each other. In a short time I was promoted to manage my own section of Boy’s wear. Department 31.. This would be especially challenging since the seasons were short and volatile. I was responsible for shirts, underwear, boy’s suits, socks and accessories. Sometimes we used middlemen such as Handles man on Michigan Avenue to fill or cover out of stock needs. I can recall an incident when I needed a few white robes for Christmas. I ordered one dozen and the vendor shipped 12 dozen... The vendor wanted me to eat the mistake; there was no way you could sell 144 robes in 100 years. The job required firmness and quick reflexes. In time you learned to predict an accurate amount of merchandise. The trick was timing, to have the stock in and out quickly to produce a good turnover. It was demanding, but challenging. Where could you be responsible for so much and be paid so little? “Only in America.” In three years time, between 1962 and 1965, I was earning about $9000 a year. Then the inevitable happened. It was time to plan Back to School buys. The season was extremely short, two to three weeks... The normal procedure was to split two buys, 50/50. I recommended buying 80% to be delivered just before the season began. I could not picture 50% as sufficient for the first buy. My Unit Manager rejected my plan. So what happened the 50% was quickly exhausted with 50% still 5-10 days away. There was no way to buy or receive sufficient substitutes to meet the demand. I did my best to fill what I could, but the bins were exhausted. My Manager, a graduate of Tuley High School, caught me early one morning and accused me of not doing my job. He felt I had not stayed late to fill orders. I guess he didn’t realize there was no merchandise. This struck a chord and I told him to stick the job where the sun doesn’t shine. I walked out. When I got home I called our superior and told him what had happened and that I quit. In a few days the Budget Manager called me to interview for a position. As I arrived for the interview I discovered that the House Manager had been fired. This was not the time for an interview. The interview turned out to be a slap in the face. Before I left, I asked the Budget Manager why he called me, was it to belittle or discredit me? Was it to test my temper? I did my job, the unfortunate part was that management failed to recognize or understand the intricacies of making smart buys. Policy over-ruled the facts. Maybe the Managers and I learned a lesson on how to manage tempers and make better business decisions.

Whatever the outcome, the experience was invaluable. I learned to work in a stress filled environment which offered tremendous responsibility. I learned to negotiate buys and shipments. I learned to promote overstock thru the Wards Catalog Outlets and became analytical in decision making. Wards offered me the opportunity to go to New York in 1962 or 63 for a buyers meeting... At that time I visited the New York World’s Fair I rode the crowded NY El and watched the hustle and bustle of New Yorkers on their way home. There were no regrets. Wards was my best and most rewarding job between 1960 and 1970...

Again it was time to dust myself off and get back on the roller coaster. Many former Ward employees had gone to Allied Radio which was located on Western Avenue and Washington. After a short break I applied and was hired as a relay re-buyer. The people I knew said they liked Allied and found it less stressful than Wards. The one thing they didn’t know or understand was Herman B. Herman was a nice person but he was a madman. He was to be my manager. As soon as he came to work he would swear and cuss at people. From day one I knew I couldn’t work under Herman’s conditions. The people I worked with were fine but Herman, no way. After a month or so Herman got into an accident and was off recuperating. The place was quite and enjoyable... By that time my decision was made and once again I was in search of a new position. The Agency I went to introduced me to John S , the owner of Landfield Printing. John had been a former print buyer for Brunswick Corp. Somewhere along the way he bought Landfield Printing which was located at 117 W. Harrison. He offered me the position as Assistant to the President. I was to be his right hand man. In fact I was to become his only man. It turned out that John had an office adjacent to Harrison Litho, a large printing company in the same building. John gave the impression that this was his operation. The position paid $600 a month, with the intent to take over the operation in several years. Well that was wishful thinking, because I became a secretary and bookkeeper. John knew I was an officer in the National Guard and felt I had the connections to get large printing contracts. No cigar. In reality John was a broker for printing. He would procure a job from US Gypsum or Brunswick and farm it out to Harrison or Burton Printing. He was a middleman. Within a year, I noticed a change in attitude, and I started a new job search. Before I landed a position John let me go. He said his son was coming to work for him after their Akron Dumont TV venture failed. John told me to write a check for the week and that I was to leave. I told him it would have been fair to give me notice to find a position, I eventually discovered that John was upset that I had taken off for National Guard Riot Duty. This was not hidden; when I applied it was clear about my position in the Guards...I guess if I brought in Guard contracts there would have been no complaints. In January 1967, while working for John, Chicago endured one of its largest snowfalls. It started snowing in the morning and by afternoon traffic had come to a standstill. I asked John if I could leave early, he reluctantly said yes. I was able to take the downtown subway to Chicago Avenue, but nothing was moving, I went back down and took the subway to Division and Milwaukee. I was living with my parents at 4334 W. Iowa Street which was between Augusta and Chicago not far from Division Street. When I got to Division, again nothing was moving. I decided to start walking. I tried calling home, but the phone lines were down or tied up... There was no transportation or communication. I walked to California and Division where I spotted a bus which took me to Division and Pulaski. I again started walking, the snow was knee deep, cars were stranded everywhere. I reached home at 8PM. My father was still not at home. He made it at about 4AM. The next morning I called John and told him I wouldn’t be able to make it because of the 23 inch snow storm. The City was shut down. John didn’t understand the City was closed. He thought I was cheating and should be at work That incident and his initial misinterpretation made it clear that I had made a big mistake.

OK, rack it up as another mistake and let’s get back on the roller coaster. By this time employment agencies had become a thing of the past and my resumes were going out. No one was responding. For awhile it looked hopeless. I had an interview with Reliance Trading Corp. on South Iron Street near Ashland Avenue. I thought the interview went well but never received a call. I called and was invited for a return interview... I talked to the VP, Terry Simmons and found that John S. had given me a bad reference because of my National Guard Duty and who knows what else. I explained to Terry what had happened and he hired me. Reliance Trading was owned by Maurice Goldblatt, one of the founders of Goldblatt. Department Stores. Reliance dealt in marketing artificial flowers, from Hong Kong, through a catalog. My title was Assistant to the VP. Because of my previous experience, at Montgomery Ward, I was able to create a manual inventory control system for the organization. I was paid the same $600 a month. During my 3 years at Reliance I got married and my perspective of work became more serious. The title of Assistant to the VP or President had no value; I needed a career with growth. The computer field was growing and offered new opportunities and the needed growth. At that time colleges were not into computer technology... Automation Institute a subsidiary of Control Data offered a program in RPG, COBOL, BAL, Unit Record and Data Analysis for $1800. I needed the background and experience to enter the field. The program gave me some knowledge, but failed to break any doors down. The school provided no help in job procurement. I found an ad in the Tribune for a Methods Analysts Trainee position at North American. So I left Reliance and returned to North American to begin a career in Data Processing.

It was now 1969 and things had changed at North America. It was owned by CIT, a large Financial Company. The old friends were gone. I was to work for Fred F. to write procedures. There was no formal training or approach to train or prepare for this position. My objective was one year in a DP related title and organization. The business environment did not look good. On top of that my independence and values collided with Fred and the lead programmer John M. John had worked for North American when they were still on unit record. During my employment I was still attending Automation Institute. The organization was very cliquish. You joined or became an outsider... Every morning the discussion centered on sports, you had to know every box score or activity to be a part. Once a month it was the men’s club. This did not appeal or interest me. I wanted to go home and do my own thing... That didn’t sit well. I wasn’t one of the boys. I had my family and school to occupy my time. In 1969 Georgie was born and too celebrate I brought some Whitey White Owl Cigars to hand out. I know they weren’t expensive Havana Cigars, but who would believe the gang wouldn’t take one. This was an insult to a happy occasion. This certainly wasn’t a match created in heaven. To make it worse, I went to a seminar, in a Western Suburb, and instead of returning to work, when it ended at 11, I went by my mother’s to do some work. George Tindall, the big manager, checked on the time and wasn’t happy. It was wrong and I took advantage of the situation. By the end of 1969 I was looking for a new position. I had finished my classes and had gained the needed Data Processing Experience. Fortunately for me I was ahead of the game. By 1970 I was told that I was being let go. Fred didn’t feel I was cut out to become an Analyst, I was suited for Accounting. I found an ad in the Trib for the City of Chicago; they were looking for a System Analysts. After some testing and interviews I was hired. It paid $10,800 with excellent benefits. I gave my notice. The boys didn’t believe it. On my last day with little to fill my time, Fred and John thought it would be appropriate for me to do some filing. They brought a couple of large trays of IBM cards for me to work on. I thought this was the lowest of the low. You thought the cigar incident was insulting. I went to Personnel and explained the situation and stated I was not to be humiliated and wanted to leave. I left North American forever.

From 1960 to 1970 I learned many lessons. I was introduced to the real world. I met many nice people and some not so nice... I learned that things change quickly and contingency plans need to be part of your life. .. A job was a job, not the end to satisfaction or happiness. John S with his self righteous attitude was the biggest disappointment. To bad mouth and hinder someone’s future because they served their country was uncalled for. . John S. and Fred F. must have been very unhappy people if they would intentionally humiliate or belittle someone. On the other hand there were good people like Terry Simmons who offered me money from his pocket, or Richard Warren who shared his knowledge and skills to help me advance. They accepted me for who I was, not who they were or who they thought I should be. .The lessons of those 10 years would shape my behavior and future actions I learned that you didn’t have to sacrifice your values or principles to be a success... I retained my character, dignity and integrity. Money or position was not the ultimate goal in life. I show no malice to anyone, you accept it as part of life, a part of the game. You move on and continue to play, you never give up. My approaches differed from what others desired, but that was me and how I worked or got things done... It was now time to get off the roller coaster and turn the page for new and successful adventures...