When Andy Romanoff neared thirteen he went to learn Hebrew at Shaare Tikvah, the big, new synagogue on Kimball Avenue. It was not a match made in heaven.
Andy Romanoff went back to Chicago last week. While he was there he visited Hollywood Park, his old neighborhood.
One hundred years ago, in March 1915, the city of Chicago opened its first public tuberculosis sanitarium on a 160-acre site bound by Bryn Mawr, Pulaski, Peterson and Central Park avenues. The 650-bed, 32-building facility was founded to provide treatment and long-term care at no cost to patients suffering from this highly infectious and sometimes fatal […]
Shelby Kanarish, wrote this comment in a previous blog post. It’s a great list and a great idea.
If you showed up in the Hollywood Park neighborhood after the great post-war building boom, as my family did, you would have missed the wide-open prairie landscape of Central Park Avenue.
While the Hollywood Park neighborhood on the North Side didn’t offer much in the way of Culture when I was growing up, a few blocks over on Lincoln Avenue what may have been one of the largest and best collections of neon signs in Chicago was always on display.
Although so many of you have remembered Maury’s in your comments on this blog, the story and his photo were missing from these pages. No longer.
This was the Tower Cabana, a year-round city country club on Peterson at Jersey on the North Side of Chicago, in its technicolor heyday. A vacation to Miami Beach without leaving Hollywood Park.
It was a schlep to take the Kimball Avenue bus from Peterson to Lawrence and then the “L” to the Loop and back on what may have been the slowest route in the system, but the round-trip fare was less than a dollar and we had nothing but time.
I’ve always associated the city with a single body of water, the lake; these two books reminded me a river runs through it.