“Back then there was a traffic law, you didn’t need a driver’s license if you were 14 years old and the bike was under 5 hp. Well, it was just a decal that gave the officer the hp. My bike was the exact same bike Marlon Brando rode in the movie The Wild One.”
A reprint of an earlier post about my meeting with Chicago photographer Lee Balterman.
With St. Patrick’s Day fast approaching, this is a good time to discuss how Irish immigrants shaped our lives in Chicago. And it’s not just about seeing the Chicago River turn green.
Today I’m sharing some photographs from the 2005 Deborah Boys Club reunion, but first let me tell you a bit about Jim Cash, who sent in these photographs. His story will bring back some 1960s-era Albany Park memories.
Guest blogger Kenneth Haag shares a charming childhood memory of the rag man who rode through the alleys of Kenneth’s North Side Chicago neighborhood.
Marcia Zuckerman contributed this blogpost about the history of Deborah Boys Club. When she was employed at JCYS (Jewish Council for Youth Services), Marcia was part of a research team that uncovered many wonderful aspects of early Jewish immigrant life, especially the Deborah Boys Club.
Hand-made ink, archery, dancing, needlework, chaperones, weekly baths, corsets, dinners of venison soup and raised giblet pie–suddenly, I was cured of my “Emma” envy.
On Friday nights we went to the Terminal theater. It seemed like 5,000 teenagers were there. After the movie, we’d go to Purity deli for kishkes and cherry Cokes.
“We all hung out just west of Kimball on Lawrence, north side of the street. There were enough bikes and we made enough trouble that the police came.”
If you only know from what Lincoln Village Shopping Center looks like today, then E. G. Shinner’s 1950 vision of a pleasant shopping environment makes no sense at all.
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