My great high school friend sent me the link to Milwaukee
Memories.... so thanks to Cooky for a fun read!
Born in 1942 in Milwaukee, I was the middle child of 5 girls, mother &
father. We lived on Bradley Avenue (WE grew up on the South side of
Bay View
- near Howell and Chase). We attended Tippecanoe grade school for
kindergarten and then went on to St Veronica's for our grade
school. I
remember so many things - the smell of the clay in my kindergarten
art
class), playing on the playground for about a half hour two times a
day,
getting our shots at Johnston's Clinic or The Town of Lake Water
Tower,
going for shoes at Gawlitta's on Howell Ave, or ice cream at
Tompkins in the
same block. The frightening POLIO scare (our next door neighbor's
son was
stricken with polio). We were told it was spread by flies and were
scared we
were going to get it. Just the thought of being in an iron lung was
devastating to us. There were good times though. My sisters and
most of
the neighborhood kids played "spud" or "Statue maker" outside on
the front
lawn until just after dark on many hot summer evenings. We
collected
lightning bugs in mason jars. Other good times were spent playing
on our
front porch and trading movie star pictures from magazines. "I
will trade
you two Jeannie Crain for one Rita Hayworth", etc. If we got a
nickel to
spend, we had to decide between buying a coke at the machine at
Milt's Auto
Electric Gas station or going to the corner candy store to "load up"
on
penny candy. Every summer, we put on a "show" in our back yard, and
charged
our mothers and other kids a few cents admission which we then used
for
candy or something to "serve" during "intermission". We made up
original
plays which - as I remember - were very weird. We all skated at
Saveland
Park (where I decided I could be the next Sonia Henning) until we
were
going to high school, and then were "allowed" to venture as far as
Humboldt
Park. Since it was nearly a mile away, we were only allowed there
once in
awhile. Our world was very small. We went to the movies - at
the
Airline theatre or the Avalon. During those days we could ride the
streetcar for a nickel until it got to the end of the line and then
turn all
the seats to face the other way before they reversed the route. You
didn't
have to pay another nickel to go back to where you started either.
Later,
they replaced streetcars with buses, but for a long time, the tracks
were
left in place until they re-paved the road. Around 1960, the entire
neighborhood and thousands of other people all crowded along Howell
Avenue
to watch President John F Kennedy walk down the middle of the
street. He
was visiting and walked from the airport to downtown all along
Howell
Avenue, right over the streetcar tracks. We thought he was the most
handsome
man to run for president! We were lucky because we got to see him
from a
distance of only 3 feet away and were all in awe for days
afterward!
We knew and hung around with all of the neighbor kids, and would just walk
over to their house and "call for them" to come out to play or hang
out.
Mothers were everyone's mother, so if you did something wrong, they
would
call you on it as if they were your own mother. No excuses!
Remember party
line phones? We had one, and if we monopolized the phone, the other
party
would come on and tell you they needed to use the phone.
Interruptions or
"cut-ins' were resented, especially if someone was talking to their
boyfriend, but you still had to get off the phone. People would
listen in
on conversations too, so our mothers would always tell us not to
gossip on
the phone. In abut the 6th, 7th, 8th grade, Elvis became popular,
and we
would also spend time talking about latest records, and all things
Elvis.
My favorite class in school during those years was "school of the
Air" which
was broadcast on loudspeakers in every classroom on certain days.
There were
art classes, music classes, and theater classes where we could
exercise some
of our creativity. They were always fun.
As a teenager and senior in high school (I attended St Mary's Academy) We
had to wear uniforms that consisted of a navy colored pleated wool
jumper, a
white blouse with rounded collar, and a red tie. The length of the
uniform
had to be 10 inches up from the floor (which was measured by the
nuns), and
as soon as we were out of the school building, we all tried to
blouse the
jumper up above the sash to make it shorter. Lots of rules there.
My
friends and I would try to break some of the rules and would sneak
into the
College "lounge" to smoke or just "act" older. (Cardinal Stritch
College
was right next door in an adjoining building). Since St Mary's was
an
all-girl school, so at about 3 pm every day, boys with cars would
line up
outside of the school to pick up their girlfriends, or just try to
meet
girls. At night - if I didn't have any homework, I might "hang
out" a
couple of times a week at Frosty's on Howell Avenue, where everyone
played
the jukebox from their booth. Each booth had a small version of the
larger
jukebox, and all the popular songs could be played for around 5 or
10 cents.
I remember trying to smoke a cigarette so I could look "cool", but
hated the
taste. After I realized I didn't need to smoke to look cool, I never
smoked
again. Lots of Elvis songs, and soul music like "In the Still of
the
Night", "So Rare", "Shout", and too many other songs to mention
were on
small labels that we could flip and select to play. . We watched
Dick
Clark's American Bandstand and tried to be the first to learn all
the new
"moves'. Friday nights, once or twice a month, we went to CYO
dances, and
danced the jitterbug, the stroll, the hokey-pokey, and the twist.
Girls
wore poodle skirts or full skirts with crinolines underneath, but
you could
get kicked out of the dances if you were flipped over and showed any
part of
your panties. Now everyone wears jeans, but we were not allowed to
wear
them back then. Girls could wear slacks, but not to the dances.
Other fun
spots were Leon's Custard Stand on 27th St., the Pallomar Roller
Rink,
Dutchland Dairy, and local beaches. We played 45's on our record
players
and had to save to buy records. We earned money by babysitting until
we got
a "real" job. I got fired from my first job after only 5 days at a
fruit
market on South 13th St. . I lost the job because I gave a customer
the
wrong apples. She only spoke polish, and I had no idea what she
wanted, so
I just put whatever I thought she was pointing to in her bag. She
came back
to complain very loudly - in polish - and I got fired. I cried all
the way
home and thought I was doomed to never get hired anywhere else.
Getting
fired proved to be a blessing in disguise because I was later hired
at
Lakeside Bakery (E. Oklahoma Avenue) which was - in my mind - a much
more
prestigious job. The only thing that bothered me there was that the
bakers
(all men) always tried to embarrass me. The last half of my senior
year, I
was allowed to date and go "out" and went to the 41 drive in
theater,
skating at the Pallomar, or dancing at Marty Zivco's or Muskego
Beach
ballroom. We did the polka, the two step and fox trot. Life
seemed good
then - it seems we had more than ample time to enjoy all there was,
and
always had something to do. We never - ever - thought of saying we
were
"bored".. Imagine that!!