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Thursday, August 6, 2020

SWEET HOME CHICAGO...

The Windy City. The City of the Big Shoulders or City of Broad Shoulders. Hog Butcher for the World.[1] All nicknames for a sprawling metropolis that has bragging rights to an incredible skyline that overlooks Lake Michigan. A magnificent mile for shopping that lights up like the most beautiful Christmas trees you’ve ever seen. Theatres, restaurants, and sports for all seasons. There have been poems, plays, movies, and songs written about it, and of course, who could forget about that lovely cow that kicked over the lantern and burned it all down?


The Second City (or Third City depending on whose being quoted) is not without its share of problems. There are darker sides to this city that I wish didn’t exist, but given its sheer size and population, that’s to be expected. Chicago is definitely known for its weather, both good and bad, but that’s okay. It’ll change in a minute or two. Anyway, it’s where I was born, and will always be known to me as sweet home Chicago. It’s my kind of town.    

 

Springtime in Chicago





Chicago's Lake Shore Drive - In the Summertime















Autumn in Grant Park - Chicago












Winter Walks in the City











Christmastime at Chicago's Water Tower 


















Elevated Train aka the "L" - Leaving the City

















[1] Words and Their Stories: Nicknames for Chicago. https://learningenglish.voanews.com/a/a-23-2010-01-08-voa1-84659357/118644.html

 


Monday, August 3, 2020

MULBERRY or TAYLOR...WHAT'S in a STREET NAME?

Mulberry Street in New York City. Taylor Street in Chicago. Both streets were colorful and well-known and played an essential role in the early days of hundreds of immigrants. For many, these two thoroughfares were as close to their homes back in Italy as they would ever come again.


Undoubtedly, they were not the most significant or wealthiest Italian neighborhoods when first established and were probably considered the poorest. As a result, Mulberry Street and Taylor Street became known as the "Little Italy" within their cities' confines. The residents tended to stay insulated from the rest of the city through language, customs, financial and cultural institutions.

New York City was a major port of entry to the United States. To be exact, Castle Garden in the 19th century, followed by Ellis Island from its opening in 1892 until its closure in 1954. Once the newly arrived emigrants passed through the gates of the immigration receiving center, many found their way to Mulberry Street…

Mulberry Street…

Mulberry Street - New York City - circa 1900 1
Mulberry Street is historically associated with Italian-American culture and history. The late 19th and early 20th centuries were the heart of Manhattan's Little Italy. Countless immigrants, including many of my ancestors, began their lives in the United States on this street.



New York City's Little Italy on Mulberry Street used to extend as far south as Worth Street, as far north as Houston Street, as far west as Lafayette Street, and as far east as Bowery. Mulberry Street is now only three blocks long. My great-grandfather, grandfather, and great-uncles came to reside in a tenement at 118 Mulberry Street. The building is no longer there.   Ironically, a place where so many immigrants temporarily 'parked' while they settled into their new lives would be transformed into what appears in more recent photos as a parking lot. By 2019, the lot that once housed a tenement and subsequent parking lot transformed for a third time into a multi-purpose building, including luxury apartments.

New York's Little Italy originated as Mulberry Bend. Jacob Riis described Mulberry Bend as "the foul core of New York's slums." During this time, "Immigrants of the late 19th century usually settled in ethnic neighborhoods." Therefore, the "mass immigration from Italy during the 1880s" led to the large settlement of Italian immigrants in lower Manhattan. Such migration resulted in an "influx of Italian immigrants," which "led to the commercial gathering of their dwelling and business."

As more time went on and the community grew, particularly after World War II, many residents began moving to Brooklyn, Staten Island, and New Jersey. The dominance of Italians in the area was "relatively short-lived." Due mainly to the quick financial prosperity many Italians achieved, which allowed them to leave the cramped neighborhood for Brooklyn and Queens. Immigration restrictions were lifted in 1965, and Manhattan's Chinatown began to expand into what was once Little Italy. The area is currently referred to as Little Italy more out of nostalgia than a reflection of an actual ethnic population.

In 2010, Little Italy and Chinatown were listed as historic districts on the National Register of Historic Places.

Taylor Street…

Around Taylor & Maxwell Streets - Chicago - circa 1901  2
While several Italian-American communities thrive within the Chicago metropolitan area, Taylor Street seemed to be the port of call for Chicago's Italian American immigrants. It inherited the title of Chicago's "Little Italy."

Taylor Street's Little Italy is part of a larger community — Chicago's Near West Side. Dominant among the immigrant communities that comprised the Near West Side during the mass migration of Europeans around the start of the 20th century were Italians, Greeks, and Jews. Other ethnic groups vacated the neighborhood in the early 1900s, and only the Italian-American enclave remained a vibrant community.


Other ethnicities have always been present in the area known as "Little Italy," however, the strong influence of Italians and Italian culture on the community throughout the 19th and 20th centuries dominated. The Italian population peaked during the 1950s and '60s. It began declining after the decision to build the University of Illinois in the area was finalized in 1963. However, several Italian restaurants and businesses remain in the formerly prominent Taylor Street corridor.

Italians began arriving in Chicago in the 1850s in small numbers. By 1880, there were 1,357 Italians in the city. By the 1920s, Italian cookery had become one of the most popular ethnic cuisines in America. Many successful bakeries and restaurants—some of which prospered for generations continue to influence the Chicago dining scene. By 1927, Italians owned 500 grocery stores, 257 restaurants, 240 pastry shops, and various other food-related businesses concentrated in Italian neighborhoods.

The immigration of Italians accelerated throughout the late 19th century and into the early 20th century. Chicago's foreign-born Italian population was 16,008 in 1900 and peaked at 73,960 in 1930. The largest area of settlement was the Taylor Street area.     


How do I answer the question, "What's in a street name?"


Technically I did not grow up on Taylor Street or any nearby streets that make up the Tri-Taylor, University Village/Maxwell Street, or Little Italy area of the city. However, my grandparents, parents, assorted aunts, uncles, and a few cousins did, so I claim that privilege by association. From the stories that I grew up hearing, times were tough. There was the Spanish Influenza, the Depression, few jobs, many mouths to feed, and two World Wars, not to mention Korea and Viet Nam. But, there were also many good times shared. A closeness amongst family and friends. Love and pride in the community and one's heritage still exist today in the recollections often repeated by those there. Not a bad thing.






RESOURCES:

¹Wikimedia Commons contributors, "File: Mulberry Street, New York City (LOC det.4a08193).jpg," Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=File:Mulberry_Street,_New_York_City_(LOC_det.4a08193).jpg&oldid=410554170 (accessed August 3, 2020).

²Wikipedia contributors, "Little Italy, Chicago," Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Little_Italy,_Chicago&oldid=965385614 (accessed August 3, 2020).

Friday, July 17, 2020

WELL ISN'T THAT JUST PEACHY...


Just Peachy - March 1958



A perfect Sunday afternoon for a three-year-old might be playing with a new toy, wearing a new hat, or eating a favorite treat. For this little girl, it looks like she has all three!

An abject look of determination crosses the face of this adorable child (ahem, okay, it’s me). The giant spoon held perfectly in her little hand… she slowly guides it down into the tin can of heavy syrup, in search of the delicious canned peaches contained within. Here I am on a mission to scoop up the delicious fruit accompanied by the perfect amount of sticky, sweet nectar. 


Of course, one must always keep up with current fashion trends, and what better way than to have a hat made from the latest edition of the Sunday paper?

Newspaper hat couture was my dad’s specialty. No one could design a statement piece out of the classifieds better than him, and if he used the paper’s comic strip…the bright, colored ink could give the fanciest, British fascinator hat a run for its’ money!  



Hmmm, I knew Mom was a milliner by trade, but who knew that Dad dabbled in that field, too?! 
Lilly Daché¹ couldn't have done better, at least not in my mind's eye!






¹ Lilly Daché 1898-1989. A European-born American milliner and fashion designer. 

PHOTO CREDITS:

Photograph entitled 'Just Peachy - March 1958' from the author's private photo collection.
Raised Eyebrow Emoji by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY 

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

STREET SCENES...


It isn't easy to imagine how my life might have turned out had my great-grandparents not decided to immigrate to the United States. I know why they did it, but sometimes I wonder if they regretted the decision? Leaving behind family, friends, and the only homes they had ever known must have been difficult.



As in most immigrant stories, the men emigrated first. Hopes were high that they might earn enough money to secure their family's future in the old country or establish a new life in America.



Three weeks at sea, what an arduous journey to undertake. Not an easy trek, especially for women. It couldn't have been easy to travel alone with young children to meet their husbands in a strange land with no one to lean on. Or imagine the young girl traveling to a foreign country to meet her future husband. A man that was selected for her by her parents and whom she had probably never laid eyes on before. Hoping that this person she was about to spend her life with was well-suited or kind, at the very least.



From August 1, 1855, through April 18, 1890, immigrants arriving in the state of New York came through Castle Garden. America's first official immigrant examining and processing center, Castle Garden welcomed approximately 8 million immigrants — most from Germany, Ireland, England, Scotland, Sweden, Italy, Russia, and Denmark. 

Castle Garden Immigration Center - about 1888
Castle Garden welcomed its last immigrant on April 18, 1890. After the closing of Castle Garden, immigrants were processed at an old barge office in Manhattan until the opening of the Ellis Island Immigration Center on  January 1.1892. [i]  



My maternal great-grandmother, Carmella DeLio, and her 8-year-old son Angelo, my future grandfather, set sail on the SS Bolivia from Naples, Italy, in December 1887. They arrived in New York through Castle Garden on Jan. 4, 1888. They would join my great-grandfather, Raffaele, and eventually settle in Chicago, Illinois.  

According to family lore, a young girl was also on the boat. Her name was Saveria Debiase. She was approximately 14 years old and was on her way to meet and marry her future husband, Michele Lufrano[1]. Carmella would take young Saveria under her wing during this long ocean crossing. The two became fast friends. A pact between them developed, determining that once Saveria and Michele married and started their family, their first daughter would be promised to marry Carmella's son, Angelo.


  
Chicago Street Scene 1888-1890









Downtown Chicago - 1890

Whether Saveria and Carmella met on the boat or through other means, an agreement was struck. Two years after that meeting, on Mar. 5, 1890, Saveria gave birth to her first child, a daughter named Maria or Mary, as she would be known. On Jan. 15, 1905, 14-year-old Mary and 24-year-old Angelo wed in Chicago, Illinois.

Bowler Avenue - 2017
The match between Mary and Angelo DeLio turned out to be a good one. The young couple would eventually raise six children in a house they purchased in 1917 in the Little Italy section of the city, which still stands today. The family lived in the house on Bowler Avenue (fka DeKalb Street) throughout the 1940s.  


My favorite memories growing up were of my parents, aunts, and uncles discussing the old days on DeKalb Street. They spoke about them with such relish that I felt like I was there. What great fun and adventures they shared. If ever there was a time to need a video camera or tape recorder, it was then. Oh, to be a fly on the wall!   




[1]  Most documentation lists Michele Lufrano as Michael Lufrano. However, a baptismal registry for one of Michael and Saveria's children refers to him as Guiseppe Lufrano. This information has yet to be verified.  


[i] Powell, Kimberly. "Castle Garden: America's First Official Immigration Center." ThoughtCo, Feb. 11, 2020, thoughtco.com/castle-garden-americas-official-immigration-center-1422288.



Friday, July 3, 2020

THE CONSPIRATORS...


How happy and contented Dad looks with his little babies, balancing one on each arm as they wiggle and giggle without a care in the world.

The Conspirators - June 1950
(Dad, Natalie & Patrick in the Park)

Aww...how cute these two little pixies look on their playdate in the park. Perched on top of Dad’s big, muscular shoulders. So sweet and innocent, or is Natalie providing final instructions to Patrick for some diabolical adventure?  


Whatever these two cuties are whispering and plotting, it is sure to promise loads of laughs…for them, and I’m sure… something that will require a great deal of explaining to Mom!


Hmm, I’ll bet Dad made a quick stop on the way home for some candy and flowers. Couldn’t hurt, right?! 







PHOTO CREDIT:

Photograph entitled 'The Conspirators - June 1950 (Dad, Natalie & Patrick in the park)' is from the author's private collection.

Friday, June 19, 2020

HERE KITTY, KITTY, KITTY...

Whether hiding under a bed, copping a few zzz's while curled up in a ball on the sofa, or peeking out from behind a curtain, you never quite knew where this cat would decide to cop-a-squat.

Searching high and low for this little kitty turned into an everyday occurrence.

Unfortunately for Dad, his back was often the best seat in the house for Sammy! Fortunately for Sammy...Dad didn't mind...too much.




Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty - ca 1990



PHOTO CREDIT:

Photograph entitled "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty - ca 1990" is from this author's personal collection.

Saturday, June 13, 2020

PLAY BALL! ...

Ah, …sweet love. It may look like mom is preparing to slug dad with a baseball bat, but it was just a bit of harmless fun while on a picnic. You see, the photo was actually taken at the Brookfield Zoo.

Let's Play Ball! - Jul 1945



Along with the couple they were with, the two lovebirds decided to take a break from watching the animals and their sometimes-crazy antics and do a little playing around themselves. With a lovely picnic grove on the grounds, they had the perfect setting for this silly baseball game.

Mom & Dad at Play - Jul 1945




What style...flair and grace! 

What shenanigans!! 

What a great team these two were!!!  










PHOTO CREDITS:

Photographs entitled "Let's Play Ball! - Jul 1945" and "Mom & Dad at Play - Jul 1945" are from my personal photo collection.

Saturday, June 6, 2020

SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS...


The eyes are the windows of your soul, or so they say. So, what does it mean if your back is to that window? In the case of this cutie, it just means she was looking for a place to sit. 

Natalie on the Back Porch - May 1949



Getting a little help from a perfectly placed step chair in front of windowsill under the watchful eyes of mom and dad, and her own pensive yet slightly nervous stare...Natalie found the perfect perch from which to watch all the comings and goings.


How else is she going to know what is going on?  















PHOTO CREDIT:
The photograph entiled "Natalie on the Back Porch - May 1949" is from my personal photo collection.


Saturday, May 30, 2020

GETTIN' DOWN 'N DIRTY...


Whenever little kids get together to play, all bets are off. It's just a question of which one will get the filthiest by the end of their playdate. At least, that always seemed to be what would happen when these two little mischief-makers were within shouting distance.



Billy - age 4



When four-year-old Billy gets down on his knees in the backyard... in front of a pile of dirt...you can bet he's not exactly trying to cultivate the soil for planting. More than likely, this little guy just wants to get his hands, and every other part of himself dirty.






Natalie -age 3





Not to be outdone by her cousin... three-year-old Natalie also can't seem to take her eyes off all that beautiful dirt. The only thing that would make it all perfect is rain! Just think of all the lovely mud pies she could make!!  ðŸ¤”





SEPIA SATURDAY PHOTO CHALLENGE #522




Saturday, May 23, 2020

WHO SAID DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND?

Mom about 1947
A pretty girl is sitting on the wheel well  of a car. She's all dressed up in a lovely outfit accessorized by a pair of spectator pumps. Was it a date night or just an ordinary old Tuesday?  

Maybe the car was new, and she was poised to individualize it like a beautiful ornament? You know, give it that little extra something to make it pop... sort of the way a diamond necklace accentuates a woman's neck and shoulders.

I may never know the answer to these questions, but I do recognize the little twinkle in my mother's eyes. It tells me that the photographer that she's gazing at is someone pretty special. I have my suspicions as to who it was, and he was indeed an exceptional guy that I came to know as Dad!  






Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #521


Friday, May 15, 2020

BROTHERS MAKE THE BEST FRIENDS...

Four brothers. Four friends. Maybe they didn't get the chance to see each other as often as they would have liked over the years...life tends to get in the way sometimes. Maybe the amount of time spent together was limited to a weekly card game, a phone call just to say hello, or a family get-together every now and then. But I would argue that these four handsome gents remained close throughout their lives. The expressions on their faces in this photo are proof-positive of the real affection that they shared for one another.



THE POPPA MEN
Standing: Rocky (Dad). Seated from left to right:  Lenny, Freddie and Augie.
Photo taken at Freddie's 40th wedding anniversary party - 1983







Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #520


Friday, May 8, 2020

MUG SHOTS...


Two young boys wearing their Sunday best along with very serious if not guilty… expressions on their faces. The suits may look ill-fitted, but there is an excellent reason for it…

Cropped from a larger family photo taken around 1924
L-R: Dad (age 8) and Uncle Lenny (age 6)

As the story goes there was a fight between them right before this photo was taken. Lenny (on the right), had been teasing his younger sister Beth mercilessly, as older brothers tend to do at that age. Snatching her doll away from her and holding it just out of her reach.

When Beth began to cry, older brother, Rocky (on the left) came to her rescue. He grabbed the baby doll away from Lenny, and a fight ensued between the two brothers. Before the toy could be returned to its rightful owner, the two little rascals were called away for a family photo.

What did Rocky do with his sister's dolly? He shoved it under his suit coat, what else?  😉








Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #519




Saturday, May 2, 2020

ANCHORS AWEIGH!



Marilyn DeLio (my mom) as the first sailor on the left.


A high school play is a big deal to students, their families, friends, and school faculty members.

A senior class production is an even bigger deal when you're right up front where everyone can see your nerves play out in front of the audience.







This is a picture of my mother with several of her classmates in the 1935 McKinley High School senior class production called Tulip Time. I can't say that I am entirely clear on the connection between a chorus of these lovely young beauties all dressed up as sailors, baskets of tulips, and a windmill, but aren't they adorable? 




Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #518 





Saturday, April 25, 2020

READIN' & WRITIN'...




The love of reading was something that my mother instilled in me at a very young age...three-and-a half-months-old, to be exact. 

Here I am, in my usual "loungewear" during that time of my life. My trusty pencil behind my ear, and a book in my hand. Looking off into the distance for a quiet place in which to concentrate, I've no doubt that I'm on the verge of writing a spellbinding review of Peter Pan, a much-loved book. 

Other than the fact that I now have slightly longer hair, and have managed to avoid diapers so far... not much has changed over the years. I still love to read and write and spend a lot of time doing both whenever I can. 











Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #517




Monday, April 20, 2020

A GAGGLE OF COUSINS...

Whenever family came in from out of town, it was time to whip out a camera and snap a few pictures. Unfortunately, not everyone got in this snapshot (I for one, wasn't born yet). The occasion for the gathering was to celebrate my Aunt Ann, Uncle Steve and cousin, Ronnie's arrival from Connecticut on Jul 15, 1950, which took place at my Uncle Lenny's house.


Back Row From L-R: Uncle Steve (Sember), Aunt Kay (Poppa), Uncle Charlie (Craig), Tommy Craig (on Charlie's lap), Mrs. Sember (Steve's mother),  Aunt Beth (Craig), Ricky Poppa (on Beth's lap), Grandma Poppa, Natalie Poppa (my sister), Marilyn Poppa (Mom), Patrick Poppa (in mom's arms), Aunt Ann (Sember) sitting on couch,  

On Floor From L-R:  Ronnie Sember, Uncle Augie (Poppa), Charliene Craig (sitting on Ann's lap) and Uncle Lenny with Prince the dog (is that a smile on his face?)

























Sepia Saturday Photo Challenge #516




Monday, February 17, 2020

BROTHER, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

     Emotions ran high during the Great Depression. Often, ordinary Americans didn't know where their next meal was coming from during the eleven years that marked this devastating period in our nation's history. Anyone that lived through that overwhelming time will tell you that it was one of, if not the worst times of their life.  It did, however, hone their survival skills, help to shape their views on unnecessary spending, and develop an understanding of what was truly important in life. There's nothing that comes close to a comparison with it in today's world. The United States would rebound around the start of World War II and, eventually, prosperity as we now know it would return.

     The question, however, is precisely how do you define prosperity? Most people would say that it is defined as success in business or an opulent lifestyle, the good life, or living in the lap of luxury.  That was certainly the definition before the Great Depression, and in many cases …that's still how it's defined.

      The roaring twenties, it was called, was known for its rapid growth, both economically and through the many advances made in manufacturing.  But what exactly made them 'roar'? After World War I, manufacturing's focus shifted from the needs of the military to those of the consumer. The war was over, and people were ready and willing to receive all of the innovations that we take for granted today.  Items like radios, phonographs, refrigerators, and vacuum cleaners were now all within reach.

      Henry Ford's American auto company…Ford Motor Company, flourished. Automobiles were mass-produced on moving assembly lines, which helped increase production and reduce costs. By 1927, Ford had produced the last Model T and the first Model A automobile.[1]  

Uncle Carl & friends out stylin' in their Model T - 1927


     The philosophy of the day was to "live now…pay later." Any American that had a job was now able to purchase these modern marvels on easy credit plans, and they quickly took advantage of that philosophy much to their later regret. No one knew then that the bottom would drop out by the end of the decade.[2]

      The U.S. economy, highly influenced by legislation, introduced reduced taxes on the wealthy and the businesses in America, encouraging growth and sparking an economic boom along with the rise in stock market investments. It is based upon the belief that if the government did what it could to foster private business, prosperity would ultimately include most of the rest of the population. Unfortunately, the over-production of goods eclipsed product demands. European countries imposing taxes on American exports made them too expensive to buy in Europe. [3]

      In hindsight, it's evident that this was a house of cards that wouldn't or couldn't sustain itself for long. Over-production of these items and the inability to move them off the shelves because of the excessive taxes would lead to factory closings and layoffs. People were now living above their means and couldn't pay back the money they borrowed and used to purchase many of these luxury items. 

      Bank closures left thousands of Americans without money. The death-knell came with the stock market crash of October 1929, which wiped out the paper value of common stock. By the time 1932 rolled around, just about one in every four Americans was unemployed.

      It would take many years before I fully comprehended all that ordinary Americans, the backbone of this country went through during that time. I cannot un-hear the stories of what it was like to grow up during the Depression…children, having to get a job to help support the family. Adults doing without so that their children could eat. Proud people that would never imagine having to take handouts or eat in a soup kitchen but were now thankful that they existed. If history has taught us anything, it's that placing too much stock in material things can have disastrous results.

      In keeping with that thought, I am revising the definition of prosperity. It is not in the intrinsic value of one's possessions. It is found in the pride felt by helping others and knowing that you've made a difference in their lives. It's in loving one's family and having that love reciprocated. It's in giving up the only way of life that you've ever known to make a better one for your family the way our ancestors did and knowing that it is appreciated...this is real prosperity.




NOTE:  I have attached a YouTube video below of the song “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime,” sung by Bing Crosby in 1932. It includes photos from that era. Enjoy!  


https://youtu.be/ovndTa7hQDE






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