I Remember East Rogers Park

Marshall Lev Dermer

SSS I’m 71 years old, but some sixty years ago, during the 1950’s and 1960’s, I lived in East Rogers Park (now called Rogers Park), a neighborhood on the far northeast side of Chicago. We had moved there from Austin, a neighborhood to the southwest, so that my mother could live close to her siblings.

Dr. Steinberg: Dental Surgeon

SSSMy mother, a single parent, didn’t know much about dental hygiene. So, I often spent my youth squirming in dental chairs listening to dental motors. The motor I most feared was Dr. Steinberg’s.

SSSSteinberg’s office was located on the second floor of a brown-brick building on the southwest corner of Glenwood and Morse Avenues. Steinberg’s shingle, somewhat like a pirate’s flag, swung from a staff over the corner. Instead of a skull and crossed bones, the shingle displayed “STEINBERG” in bold, white letters.

Steinberg’s office was in this building but his shingle is long gone.

SSSA long flight of wooden stairs lead to the second-floor offices of Dr. Krakow (another story) and Dr. Steinberg. Dr. Steinberg was bald except for gray hair around the sides of his head. His face was wrinkled but he was slim, and his disposition was ever serious.

SSSHis 30 year-old chair was built in the 1920’s. The chair’s cold, iron frame, may have once been white. The places where the patient’s body contacted the chair were painted black, presumably to hide dirt.

SSSSteinberg’s motor, unlike modern, rapid, air-powered devices, powered his drill through an assortment of pulleys and cords–all too slowly. My teeth have suffered many drillings since I left Steinberg’s chair but no motor was as slow as Steinberg’s.

SSSI remember my last visit. Dr. Steinberg had packed my mouth with cotton and built a rubber dam around the tooth before commencing drilling. Steinberg never offered analgesics, so I felt as if he were pounding a red-hot nail into my tooth. Neither the gurgling of the water in Steinberg’s cuspidor nor the sounds of his saliva ejector could distract me.

SSSI suppose that Steinberg eventually noticed my suffering and cut the procedure short. Steinberg filled the cavity with a temporary, but I never visited Steinberg’s office again.

SSSMy cousin, Val, a dentist in Skokie, a suburb to the northwest, subsequently inspected Steinberg’s work and reported that Steinberg had used the “right” procedure. True, but he had lost the patient. In the future I dealt with Cousin Val. Public transportation from East Rogers Park to Skokie via the “Skokie 97” bus was time consuming, but Cousin Val was relatively painless.

SSSSome 50 years later while living in Wisconsin,  I have found myself thinking about Dr. Steinberg as I rode my bike along the parkway that follows the Milwaukee River. No, I wasn’t suffering a toothache.

SSSAs I pedaled I thought of Dr. Steinberg’s pedaling his bike. Throughout the year, Dr. Steinberg biked as well as played solo games of handball either behind the Eugene Field School or the Loyola Park Field House. As I rode my bike, I could easily see Steinberg with his sweatshirt and towel around his neck pedaling west on Lunt Avenue. I neither understood the value of dental hygiene nor regular exercise when I knew Dr. Steinberg. I do now.

Mitchell Jacobs: Registered Pharmacist

SSSMitchell Jacobs was born in Green Bay, Wisconsin and graduated from Marquette University. He was the proprietor of “Lunt-El Drugs,” a tiny, dark, dusty store beneath the elevated tracks on Lunt Avenue. I worked for “Mitch” from about my twelfth birthday until I was sixteen years old.

Circa 2000, the building where  Sam and Sarah had their laundry. Behind the laundry, to the west, below the viaduct, stood Lunt EL Drugs. A CTA train is crossing the viaduct.

 

Summer, 1962,  similar view as above. But now CTA and Chicago North Shore & Milwaukee trains are crossing the viaduct.

SSSThe work was educational. I learned, among other things, how to: interact with the public, make sodas, mop floors, make coffee, wrap packages, count change, the purpose of condoms and sanitary napkins, count in multiples of 27 (A pack of cigarettes cost a mere 27 cents!), and serve nickel Cokes as well as the ever popular glass of seltzer water.

SSSI would deliver suppositories to little Mrs. Fishman who always offered a ten-cent tip; elixir terpin hydrate with codeine to Mr. Murphy who always offered a huge quarter tip; and various goods like cigarettes, cigars, and ice cream to people who did not reliably tip.  I should note that Mr. Murphy frequently ordered codeine syrup perhaps for a recurrent “cough.”

Rear counter of Lunt El Drugs. School supplies, stamps, sanitary napkins, condoms, etc. could be found here! George Benson can just be seen at the far right.

SSSThe soda fountain featured Sealtest Ice Cream (“Get the best; Get Sealtest!”); Mitch was always proud of the ice cream’s high butterfat content. I best remember the Mondae Sundae glasses. Their bottoms were tall and somewhat narrow like soda glasses whereas their tops opened wide like sunday glasses. The bottom, therefore, could be filled with a mixture of seltzer and chocolate syrup while the top could be filled with a huge scoop of ice cream covered with chocolate syrup or hot fudge, nuts, whipped cream, and a maraschino cherry. One would eat the top sunday portion until the ice cream fell to the glass’s bottom, forming an ice cream soda!

                            Mitchell Jacobs, my boss, standing at the soda fountain.

SSSI’m afraid to think of all the fat I consumed at Lunt-El Drugs! On the other hand, because most of us didn’t know the relation between fat and cardiovascular disease we enjoyed every creamy spoonful.

Mitchel Jacobs standing in pharmacy. In winter, he would sell “Lunt-El Special Formula #7 Cough Syrup.” So named as the syrup contained seven ingedients!

SSSKindly George Benson, Mitch’s assistant, taught me how to solder and how to mop a floor without first sweeping it! Everyone thought George was a pharmacist, but apparently he wasn’t. One day I came to work and learned that George was not returning. It seems that Mitch’s “understanding” with the state inspector had broken down.

SSSWhen I began working for Mitch, I earned sixty cents per hour. I don’t recall his paying any young person the minimum wage. I remember his once complaining that I had not worked fast enough and I asked, “What do you want for sixty cents an hour?” He sternly told me that my remark would cost me several raises.

SSSI was too young and naive to immediately seek employment elsewhere. When I was sixteen, however, I immediately began working for Walgreens. My pay jumped from 75 cents per hour to the minimum wage, $1.25 per hour.

SSSI kept the “conversation” with Mitch from my mother who was a single parent and semi-skilled sewing machine operator who looked forward to the day when she would earn $100 weekly. My mother had enough worries.

SSSAlthough Mitchell Jacobs held quite a positive opinion of himself, I didn’t. As he had exploited me, I thought “boss” Jacobs repeatedly exploited neighborhood youth.

Chris and Tina Kotsiakos

SSSWhen I first met Chris and Tina Kotsiakos their grocery store was in our building at 1344 W. Lunt Avenue. When my mother and I had first moved into the building they had offered me a round, hand-sized blueberry pie. I would often buy little things there like the pies and Vernor’s ginger ale. My mother, however, was mostly concerned with price and so she shopped at Sure Save, a supermarket on the northeast corner of Morse and Glenwood Avenues.

In about 1955, when we moved into this building , Chris and Tina’s store was on the corner at 7001 N. Glenwood.

SSSI didn’t have extensive conversations with Chris and Tina, but clearly they were hard working. When I met them they were probably in their late 50’s and their grown children sometimes helped them. I was struck by the entire family’s good looks.

Georgia Kotsiakos daughter of Chris and Tina (source: May 29th, 1955 edition of the Chicago Tribune).

SSSThey eventually moved their store under the El directly west of Lunt-El Drugs. The new store was small but my impression was that it was busier for the location was ideal as everyone who exited the El at Lunt walked past the new store.

                            Second location of  Chris and Tina’s grocery.

Louis and Sarah Arky

SSSLouis and Sarah Arky owned Glenwood Cycle Shop which was located on the west side of Glenwood between Morse and Farwell Avenues. During the winter the Arkys would sell Nestor Johnson ice skates and Lionel trains which they displayed in their shop’s store-front window. I best remember that window at night, a glow with neon lights promoting Schwinn bicycles. In the summer, a bicycle might adorn that window as well “Louisville Slugger bats,” Wilson baseball gloves, and, of course, red box’s supporting “Clinchers,” the 16″ softballs that were so popular in neighborhood games.

SSSI never formally worked for Louis AKA Arky; rather I would visit and schmooze with the family. We talked about the stock market, the importance of school, daily events, how my mother had a difficult life, and sometimes about their troublesome son Harry.

SSSI often assembled bicycles there, including: Dunelts, Robin Hoods, Raleighs, and Schwinns. The latter bikes included: Hornets, Americans, Pixies, and the new bikes with deraileurs—the Varsity, Continental, and the Super Sport. Arky owned a pre-World War II Schwinn World and would, of course, often fantasize about Schwinn Paramounts.

Advert for Schwinn bikes. Arky and Sarah’s store, Glenwood Cycle, is listed at advert’s bottom.

SSOne summer, Arky enrolled me and Jack Zimmerman in Schwinn Bicycle School. For a week or so, Jack and I would pedal to the Schwinn plant on North Kostner Avenue for training. A week after training, Jack’s diploma arrived; mine did not.  I had failed bicycle school.

SSSIn retrospect, I wasn’t surprised. Although I had done just about everything right, the instructor would often find extra parts on my bench and suspected that I had forgotten to include them in the assembly. If he would have asked, I could have disassembled my work and he could have seen that all my parts were in place. Instead, Jack had earned the diploma by putting his “extra” parts on my bench!

SSSI enjoyed schmoozing with Arky. He often reminisced about working as a youth at a Liggett newspaper/food stand in St. Louis. Apparently, frozen orange juice had just been introduced and he sold it, but complained that it did not taste like fresh orange juice. Arky was much prouder of his work assembling aircraft during World War II.

SSSArky had a bad back and ocassionally he would put on a brace but never complain about pain. I only came to appreciate this approach to back pain when I was in my 40s.

SSSRecently, I discovered that Arky and Sarah are buried in Chicago’s Westlawn Cemetery. Indeed just by walking from grave to grave you can discover many former residents of East Rogers Park!

Mrs. Brady

SSSAt 7021 N. Glenwood,  in the building in which mother and I lived, a doll  hospital was run by Mrs. Brady.  When I knew her, she may have been in her sixty’s. She wore glasses and pulled her grey hair back to form a bun. She was patient and spoke gently as befits a doll doctor.

SSS There was nothing fancy about her hospital but she apparenlty had the right tools, materials, and skills as there was often a steady stream of well-heeled people seeking “medical” attention for their “loved ones.”

SSSMrs. Brady had a companion–a Siamese cat with blue hypnotizing eyes. At the time I was in 5th grade at the Eugene Field School and in my eyes Mrs. Brady was a pet expert.

                   Siamese cat.

 

SSSOne day I told Mrs. Brady that I had a turtle. This little painted turtle I had purchased either from Charles Variety Store on Morse Avenue or from Kling’s Pet Shop on Clark Street. In either case, I had kept the turtle in a white porcelain drawer that had once been used as a vegetable crisper.SAt the middle of this drawer, I had built a little island from rocks that I probably had taken from Lunt Avenue beach. I do know that I well fed that turtle much as my Jewish mother well fed me.

SSSI thought the turtle to be happy, but Mrs. Brady noted that the island was so low that the poor little turtle most often could only view the crisper’s white walls. She was right and so I piled more rocks on the island so the turtle, who I had doubtlessly named, would have more stimulating view.

SSSI recall that one very cold, blustery, winter day, I had been ice skating on the flooded field at the foot of Touhy Avenue and as I walked home I realized that I had not fed my turtle. So I sped up and  I recall saying to myself, “that turtle doesn’t appreciate all that I do for it.”  Decades later I recall my mother similalry complaining,  “I gave you the best years of my life.”

Mr. Chambers

SSSSouth of Mrs. Brady’s store was Mr. Chambers. He had a round face and smiled often as he worked in what was really his factory.  Mr. Chambers made  scrapers, the kind used for scraping wall paper or paint.

Scraper like those made by Mr. Chambers.

SSSAbove, I’ve included a scraper like those Mr. Chamber’s made.  But Mr. Chambers’ scrapers were bent from thick aluminum wire to form a U-shapped handle. Except for the blade, Mr. Chambers appeared to fabricate all the components. He would cut the wire, bend it, crimp the ends, drill and tap holes for the two screws that compressed the blade, and cut pre-formed aluminium strips for the blade holder which he also drilled and tapped for screws. He would mount the scrapers on cardboard so the scrapers could be displayed at hardware stores.  I guess he boxed up the scrapers too.  Mr. Chambers was industrious!

SSSWhat most impressed me were the indoor fountains he also made. I suspect they were custom ordered.  At the heart of each fountain was a water pump.

Much like the fountains made by Mr. Chamber’s.

Inspired by Mr. Chamber’s work, I eventually came to put a pump to good use in a science fair project.

(This is a work in progress.  Please join me in contributing.  marshall@dermer.com;  Marshall 3/11/2017)