The Difference Between Surviving and Thriving in School

I am approaching retirement age now, not that I am going to retire. But early on in life I discovered that there is a difference between thriving and surviving.  I was an inmate at St. Joseph and St. Anne School in Chicago Illinois.  It no longer operates, the building is now occupied by a public school, probably the only one in the nation with a cross on the outside.  

I moved into the Brighton Park neighborhood during the summer of 1959. The street we moved to was loaded with intelligent life, yes, there were a lot of kids.  There also was a baseball field (parking lot) right across the street from where we lived.  It could not have been a better place to grow up.  The only better place I could think of would have been under the stands at Comiskey Park, home of the Chicago White Sox, the only professional ball club in Chicago. 

The neighborhood was a miniature Vatican City.  Everyone on the block was Catholic, except for two homes occupied by very nice, but very Protestant families. Since everyone was Catholic the vast majority of kids in our neighborhood went to one of the three Catholic schools in the neighborhood.  Closest to our home was St. Pancratius, mostly for the Polish kids in the neighborhood.  Then there was St. Agnes, for the Irish kids, and there was St. Joseph and St. Anne for everyone else.  I was in the everyone else category and so me and my two sisters went to St. Joseph and St. Anne.  I will refer to my elementary and middle school home as SJSA from now on.  SJSA was owned and operated by the Sisters of St. Joseph. There are a lot of terror stories about the nuns in the middle of the twentieth century and I am sure that while some of the stories are true, many have been embellished to pose the tale teller in the best light possible. I promise you that in this narrative I will refrain from too much hyperbole and try to lay out the facts in a truthful manner. The fact is that the Sisters of St. Joseph were not the kind of sisters that hit children. At least I never saw this happen.  Some of my fellow inmates claim that there were incidents of nun violence especially against the male inmates.  I do not think that the nuns really had to engage in physical violence. Back then their word was law and if you were punished in school and work got back to your parents, you were punished at home.  This fear kept us inline. as for me my "Wonder Years" in SJSA were the 4th, 5th, and 6th grades. 

In 4th grade I ended up being condemned to room B6, the B indicating a room in the basement. The rest of the school was airy and bright, the basement was more like a dungeon. This land of tan colored bricks, small windows, and  asbestos wrapped pipes was ruled by Mrs. R. Reid.  She was a witch in human guise. I was never a good student at SJSA, I had a learning disability for math and learning disabilities had a technical name back then, it was called "Stupid."  Once Mrs. Reid pegged you as stupid you were stupid in her eyes forever. She gave subtle hints as to which kids were stupid, hints that the wolf pack of fourth graders were quick to pick up. Stupid students were the subject of playground bullying. Luckily for me my friend Dennis was in the same room as me and since he enjoyed kicking ass, taking names, and going around a second time to make sure he did not miss anyone, I was spared much of the physical bullying. 

In 5th grade I had a teacher that was so opposite of Mrs. Reid that I began to wonder if Mrs. Reid came from an alien planet and just didn't know how we humans should be treated.  She treated all of the kids in her class the same.  Unlike most teachers she did not have a cadre of favorites, and she knew how to lead kids in a way that helped the slower ones.  Her name was Ms. Powaga.  I fell in love with her. She helped me see that there was a lot of good in me, that just because I had trouble with mathematics, I was still a good person. Bullying in fifth grade disappeared with some of the kids that were bullied the most became friends with those who bullied them.  It makes a difference who leads a classroom. 

My sixth grade teacher was Sister Margaret Jean. It was in this year that I learned how to stand up for myself and how to fight against the living tyranny of the Teachers Pet system. In doing this I was able to rack up fifteen demerits and numerous detentions and being one of the only students to receive a "D" in school spirit on my report card. My fifteen demerits in one semester is a record that was never broken up until the school closed and the building was leased to the Board of Education, City of Chicago, making it the only public school sporting a cross.  

My story about growing up on the southwest side of Chicago in the Brighton Park neighborhood contains a lot of humor, a number of lessons, killer roller coaster, and a genuine flying nun and is available at at my publisher American Star  or at Amazon. com

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Do You Remember 1976?

Fashion 1976 (?)

Let's face it, the 1960's and 70's were a much simpler time to live in.  To the left you can see that I was a quite a snappy dresser. Those blue plaid pants and that shirt really don't go together now do they?  Notice the pack of Winston's in the left pocket? Man I was really thin (compared to now) back then. This picture was taken in July of 1976 when we celebrated the Bicentennial of the United States.  What do we know about the Bicentennial year?  By the end of August of this year I was living in a monastery in Loretto Pennsylvania, having given up my job at Continental Bank.  I packed all my belongings in a television box and for two years lived the life of a religious brother. More about that in a later post. But in this year we were living with inflation, although the prices from back then seem quaint now. For example: 

• The average price for a new home was 48K in 1976 and while that sounds low to our ears that is up from 26K in 1970.
• First Class postage was 13 cents in '76 up from 6 cents in '70
• Gas was selling for 59 cents a gallon - up from 36 cents a gallon back in the good old days of 1970. 
• I have to share one quaint price that I happened upon, a loaded new 1976 Cadillac El Dorado could be yours for 11K in 1976.

Here are some other things of note from 1976.

• World Series was won by the Cincinnati Reds
• Superbowl X was won by the Pittsburgh Steelers
• A Superbowl  X add cost only $110,000.00
• The Stanley Cup was won by the Montreal Canadians
• In the Olympics, Nadia Comanici was the first to receive a perfect 10 - she received seven of them.  Also that man's man, Bruce Jenner won the Decathlon in this Olympic year. 
• In business Apple Computer was founded by Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak.  Their first computer sold for $666.00. 
• In the war of Video Tapes, VHS won over Sony Beta Max. 
• Finally, one of my favorite songs of all times, "Oh What A Night" climbed to the top of the heap. 

The 1970's were a simpler time. When the phone rang we generally answered it. There were very few answering machines. Computers were still beyond the reach of most Americans and took up lots of space and did precious little compared to the devices we can carry around in our pockets today,

We talked to each other more and we listened to each other more. We were more polite, we obeyed the rules of the road, when driving and in life in general and we were shocked when a crime was committed. Dinner time was family time and we sat around the table and shared our day.  Parents were the only legal dictators in the world and how they disciplined their kids was their business. 

Share your memories of the fifties, sixties, or seventies. I would love to read about your experiences and hear your memories. 

My book, Glimpses of God, takes you through the fifties, sixties, and into the seventies. My life was nothing special as a matter of fact it was quite ordinary.  It is this ordinariness that we are missing in our modern age. I invite you to buy a copy of Glimpses and I am willing to send you a no obligation sample chapter from the book. All you have to do is ask for it. 

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Boomer = Antique ?

The Gold Medal Class of Nathan Davis Public School 1967
I am in the 3rd row from the front, 2nd from the left - goofy looking with black glasses.

Above you can see the graduating class of Nathan Davis class of 1967.  I was a member of this memorable class but was really a junior member because I transferred in to this public school from a private Catholic school named St. Joseph and St. Anne in the Brighton Park community in Chicago Illinois.  

The year went by in a whirlwind so I wasn't able to make many lifetime friends between September and June of that year.  I doubt if many of these people would remember me today.  We had some characters in this class.  The alpha male was a kid named George. He loved to fight and loved to fight this hillbilly kid named Paul. Paul wasn't in our class but that didn't stop George from taking no insult from Paul. Paul had a bad habit, he was breathing the same air as George and he could not keep his mouth shut. Once every week or two the word would go out through the grapevine that there was going to be a fight after school.  The ass kicking would take place next to the laundry mat on Albany and Sacramento. Paul and George would get into it and two minutes later, his honor avenged, the fight would be over and Paul went off to lick his wounds and prepare for the next beating.  I just could not understand why Paul just couldn't shut his mouth around George. It did not make sense to me. 

As a new kid, I was fair game for bullying.  I accepted most of it with good natured humor and just kind of tried to blend into the woodwork as much as possible. Soon they grew weary of the game and started treating me as if I belonged.  In the boomer years being hazed was just part of the game.  It happened to everyone, except of course George, and you just got used to it. My eighth grade year was good.  I actually got fairly decent grades. Not honor roll but no failures. 

The other day I was looking at photographs on Flickr and happened upon one user's collection that featured a copy of his father's eighth grade class, circa 1967.  He described thus; "Scan of antique photo showing my father's grammar school graduating class."  Antique?  Good grief man, antiques are old things.  Something from 1967 can't be called an antique!  I felt so old when I read that.

Growing up on the Southwest side of Chicago was not always easy. You had to contend with all sorts of things, such as grumpy old ladies that hated baseball at seven in the morning, roller coasters that would attempt to pummel you to death, flying nuns intent on sending you to be with the Lord because you raised your hand.  On the other hand, there were many good times. Everyone who has read my book has loved it. I've sold enough copies of it to keep me securely employed at my day job!   This book is available at Amazon.com and at American Star Books.  The link below will take you directly to my page on both sites.  

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