A little boy runs in the dark towards the cemetery with a wall of flames 15 ft. high chasing him as hot embers fall on his head and exposed arms. He trips...falls...and scrambles to collect his drawings flying away in the windstorm created by the inferno. This fire has a demonic voice of a thousand trains pulling out of the station with a crackle of bullwhips from hell behind it ! He knows that he may die tonight, but he will do so WITH HIS DRAWINGS so important now because he has no other possessions left.
* Memories of my Great-Grandfather- Oct8-10 1871----
It is 1893, and the Columbian Exposition has opened after a year of preparation. Louis Sullivan, who becomes one of the greatest architects of the era IS NOT HAPPY about the classical theme of the fair, and states "These buildings will haunt us."
Only the Museum of Science and Industry survives to this day, and it had to be gutted and rebuilt!
The leading American landscape Architect, Frederick Olmsted, unknowingly provides a design that will lead to generations of lakefront preservation and protection for the public to use as parkland giving such joy to so many people ! ---
* two of my Great-Grandparents provided labor and supplies
to this project---
Upton Sinclair publishes his novel THE JUNGLE in 1906 about the carnage at the Chicago Stockyards which has been in mass production since 1865. The odor of animal feces and the sweet coppery smell of blood permeates everything. There are men from many countries working here...all immigrants...who don't know the language of the land and often fight with other cultures in some misguided thought of self-importance over others. ( Race riots erupt in 1919) Michael Donnelly and Mary McDowell ( the angel of the stockyards) work hard for the protection and rights of employees in a slow uphill battle with management. In the meantime, 1200 hogs an hour are on the killing floors each hour of the day as men wade to their knees in the blood that freezes on them in red icicles in the winter air.....
This man dreams of being on the sea again with the cold fresh wind in his face ! Instead he wraps the scarf tighter around his mouth so he won't choke on the coal dust while he carries a tripe ( tongue) home for Christmas dinner because he can't afford the beef roast my Great-Grandmother wanted for the special celebration.----
In 1919 the Chicago White Sox became the "Black Sox" as the players threw the playoff game- reportedly for $100,000. An investigation ends up not resolving anything, but dishonor, to the "city with the big shoulders". One thing is certain and that is Comisky is a louse! He promises his players one thing and then doesn't deliver. He is a self-serving man who lives high on the backs of others.People begin to question what THEY would have done if Comisky had "shafted" them???---
* My Great-Grandfather,Grandfather,Uncles, and Aunts continue to walk to the park to cheer their team.----
Al Capone takes over the Chicago "Business" from 1925-1930. It's believed that he had an income of $ 100 million per year! We all know the killer stories...like the Saint Valentine's day Massacre on Clark St. in Bugs Moran's Garage. When I was little(before the garage was torn down) I found the bullet holes that shattered the wall as well as the men. It was said this place was haunted, and I do believe this to be true. What you don't know is how much my Great-Grandmother adored "Big Al". Grandma told me that Al only collected protection money from the rich people who could afford to pay. He was a beloved Robin Hood who corrected injustice, fed and clothed the needy, kept the "Thugs" away from the innocent, and even paid for the education of youngsters who showed promise in the neighborhood.
She would say in broken English with a french accent "Dese mon iz a SAINT !"
Yeah...well..."the Saint" died of syphilis and/or a stroke in 1931 and is buried at Mount Carmel Cemetery-1400 S. Wolf Rd., Hillside ( section 35 behind a bush) with his parents and about 20 other mobster friends.----
My Grandmother was 17 years old when the stockmarket crashed in 1929. Not that it mattered much to her, since she lived in the northside "Old Town" neighborhood( just West of Clark at North ave.) where she still had to walk down the street to the well and carry water home for
cooking and bathing. She loved to dance the Charleston and go to the risque Vaudevile theaters located on South State Street. Her mother never knew.
Her mother also never knew that she and my Grandfather would travel to the southside to visit the " Jass" clubs where King Oliver and the young Louie Armstrong were mixing and creating a new exciting sound. "Negroe's" weren't even allowed downtown at that time, so liberal music lovers would travel to the "black" clubs. -----
My Father-in-Law was also a teenager of the streets being friends with the gangsters, smoking cigarettes, amd making tough daily decisions. He took the road to the Police Academy instead of becoming a crook, but it could easily have been the other way around. To this day he respects some on the wrong side and is a tough critic of some judges. He'll tell you "there are honorable men on both sides of the law." This political and personal philosophy is nothing new to Chicagoan's !
The human spirit should have been stamped out many times over as our immigrant ancestors lived in deplorable conditions and slowly inched their way to a better future with a belief that THIS PLACE....THIS CITY was the key to success. This is a story about people who made choices, not always popular, but always with a good story to be told and legends that were formed.
The reign of the Daley family is beyond legend in the "city that works".
Ritchie learned the secret of success from his father :
Determination and stubborness,
Hardwork and Honor,
Dedication and Committment,
Responsibility and accountability to community,family, and GOD with a
Yearning and great adaptation to change with a slick political 2-step dance that Clinton would admire ( Hillary was raised in Chicago's North Suburbs !)
These are ideals forged in blood and fire to emblazon Chicago's very soul as she never stands stagnant and is forever gorwing bigger and better !