The
above photo was taken during the mid ‘60s in the backyard of our house located
at 7317 39th avenue. It was a two-story house located across the
street from St. Mary’s Church. In the photo, my dear Ma is holding up baby
brother Joey. Sister Teri is to her right and I am to her left. I’m not quite
sure why I am flexing. Brother Mike is right behind Teri and is staring at me probably
wondering what I am doing.
With
this blog I am going to take you on a tour of my old neighborhood and see how
many neighbors I can remember. I will go north on 39th avenue and
start with the white house behind us in the photo. Here we go…
The
Wayne and Betty Smith family. They
had two sons – Steve and Doug. Wayne was a firefighter who later bought an Open
Pantry convenience store in Racine.
Mr.
and Mrs. Tom Collins. I’m not sure
of her name. Maybe it was Mary. The first job I ever had was shoveling the
Collins’ sidewalk and driveway. I believe that I earned 50¢ for my efforts. Good times.
Jim
and Jackie Pulera family. Their kids
were Joanie, Tina and Jimmy. They were great people and were my folks best
friends back then. Jim sold cars. I am still a Facebook friend with Jim the son.
Mrs. Dimeo and her male “friend” lived on
the northwest corner of our block. Al Dimeo was her son. He insisted on wearing
his eyeglasses when we played football. Of course they got broke. What a dope. High
drama ensued.
We
are now heading east around the corner to the 38th avenue side,
starting on the northeast corner.
Art
and Elaine Jurgens and their son,
Keith. They had several other older sons that didn’t live with them. I played a
lot of sports with Keith. Although he threw lefty, he batted right-handed. We
both loved the Cubs. I remember circling the block hollering the day Kenny
Holtzman tossed a no-hitter against the Braves. The Jurgens were all good
bowlers.
The
York family. I’m kinda sketchy with
the details here. Don’t remember any of their names. Except for Nancy. She was
my age and I briefly had a thing for her. Briefly. Only briefly.
The
Onserud family. Another household
that I am kind of vague with. I think the kids were named Guy and Sarah. She
was a tomboy and good in sports.
Jim
and Shirley Iaquinta and their
children – Alice, Jim, David, Peter and Tim. Two things stick out in my
memories of the Iaquinta family. One was that I was scared to death of their
big black dog, Midnight (which never stopped barking or growling). The other
was the time Tim shaved off one of his eyebrows just for the heck of it.
The
Gillespie family. Not sure about the
names of the parents, but the kids were Frankie, Hope, Don and Greg. I will
never forget the viscous wedgies Don would give his little brother Greg. Man,
he had his underwear up over his head many times. Ouch. Poor kid.
The
Follensbee family. Again, I don’t
recall the names of the folks. They had a ton of kids. Here’s who comes to mind
– Ken (aka Punky), Vickie, Stevie, Debbie (?) and a couple younger ones that I
can’t name. Ken lived up to his nickname. I remember him sliding into second
base on the asphalt at St. Mary’s playground. He was picking stuff out of his
leg for weeks. Also, Punky was the only kid on the block that could put me on
his back for horsie fights. I still have a scar below my lower lip from the time
I landed on my face. Good times.
The
Fredrickson family. There was Scotty
and his mother. She was sort of a hippie and he was disabled. She would
occasionally pull him around the block in a wagon. Other times he would awkwardly
hop around the sidewalk on his knees. I felt bad for Scotty because he was
crippled and couldn’t walk and run like we could.
The
Isermann family. They lived in a big
house on the southeast corner of the block. I believe that the daughter, Katie
graduated with me. They were sort of removed from the rest of the neighborhood.
She was very attractive. I do remember that. Vividly.
The
rest of the southside of the block was flanked by Roosevelt Road. There were
several businesses located here. Frank’s Bakery, the Public Library and Clay’s
Tap immediately come to mind. Over the years, I can honestly say that I have
been in all of these fine establishments. Some more than others. I will leave
it to your imagination as to which I patronized more frequently.
We
now go around the corner and back up 39th avenue.
The Zuehlsdorf Family. Not too sure about
these neighbors. I think they had a son, but we didn’t do much with him. I do
believe they owned Clay’s Tap at the time.
The
Clark family. This was the house
located to the south of ours. Jeff lived with his grandma and grandpa here.
Jeff was an outstanding athlete, especially excelling at baseball. He developed
into one of Kenosha’s best softball players, acquiring the nickname of
“Herman.” He is a member of the Kenosha Softball Hall of Fame.
Directly
across the street from our house on 39th avenue was St. Mary’s
Catholic church. I went to school there, made my First Holy Communion there and
played on the playground for countless hours. Also on that block was
Bernacchi’s drugstore, a gas station, and later, a Yankee Doodle Dandy
hamburger joint. Good times.
That
will conclude my tour of the neighborhood I grew up in. It was fun looking
back. I know that I probably screwed up some of the names, but who cares.
Until
next time…from the booth.
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