Roseland Golden Years "Guest Book"
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on Jul/26/2007 at 10:26

You can’t go home again. On a hot, summer day ten years ago I drove to my old house on 107th Street, just west of Wentworth. That once-thriving block looked like a ghost town. There was no traffic on the once bustling street. My father and I used to sit on the front porch calling out the make, model and year of the endless procession of cars passing by. A number of burned-out cars decaying at the curb were the only vehicles besides mine on the street. I stopped my car in the middle of the road in front of my old house, an act that would have elicited a volley of car horns back in the day. I saw that my back yard had gone from childhood ball field to dark, foreboding forest. The house to the east was gone as was the looming, brick apartment building to the west. A combination of disbelief and rage washed over me as, for several moments, I surveyed what was left of my house. The two upstairs windows, my bedroom windows, were broken. The living room window was covered with gray, weather worn plywood. Haphazard patches on the siding gave the front of the house a crazy-quilt effect. The porch I'd painted as a boy was rotted and sagging. Brown, knee-high grass in the front yard swayed on the breeze. Having seen more than enough I turned my gaze away. I had to wait to proceed forward. Two dogs were crossing the street in front of my car. One walked normally. The other used his front legs to drag his paralyzed rear end. Visible on his back was what appeared to be a fresh, bloody gunshot wound. Someone had used him for target practice. It was my old neighborhood all right but it was a different version than the one I'd grown up with. For lack of a better phrase it felt like some kind of alternate-universe version of my old block, a sort of Your Home Town meets Road Warrior if you will. It was as though my cherished boyhood block had died and gone to hell and I'd somehow stumbled upon it in a dream. Unlike a dream, danger there, both to dogs and to interlopers like me, was quite real. A glance in my rearview mirror showed two locals walking in the street, approaching my car from the rear. I wheeled the car around the crippled dog and drove away, the angry shouts of the now-running locals made unintelligible by the cold rush of my air conditioning as I put distance between us. I haven't felt a need to return to that place since. I wish I never had. Sadly, when I think now of my old house, my old block, that days fever dream version of it is all that comes to mind.
on Jul/25/2007 at 15:44

My mother (Mary Fisher) is 94 and graduated from Fenger in 1930. Thanks to everyone who adds to the memories on this wonderful site. She is so happy and excited to see the pictures and hear about all the places she remembers too! She was from West Pullman, married Edward Stuebing from Stewart Av in W Pullman....the Stuebings owned a meat market and general store in West Pullman way back in probably 1910 which was later turned into a Ladies Billiard Parlor by my uncle sometime in the 60's I think.
I know they delivered groceries with a horse and cart. We visited with family on Sundays that still lived on Stewart Av and I would walk up to West Pullman Park and go swimming in the indoor pool. Also was allowed to walk "downtown" to the dime store age My brother got on the train which was only a couple of houses away when he was 3 and was missing for hours.....they ended up bringing him back on the train until he could tell them which station looked familiar to him. My cousins were Bob and Richard Stuebing also from Stewart Avenue. Rich married the "girl across the street" Bette Lundquist (daughter of Ruth and Paul Lundquist). I'll see if I can dig up some pictures of the area in my mom's MANY boxes of pictures! Again, thanks to all who contribute to this site!!!
on Jun/29/2007 at 15:15

I found a picture of the Rigoni Family home at 11708 Michigan on this site and was so thrilled, I sent it to anyone who would care, including a number of my fellow students at St Louis of France. We have been fortunate to have found each other but still interested in finding more from the class of '67! The site is really well done and you can't help but spend a bit of time on it. My uncle's tavern on 117th and Princeton is also on one of the videos on youtube. My first job was at Gately's as the "popcorn girl" in the basement...remember? Those were the days. Thanks so much for entertaining us and bringing back some fabulous memories
on Jun/29/2007 at 14:30

I lived at 107th and wabash. moved in 1960. went to all saints.
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