This is where it all began.
The Place: Chicago
The Time: September 1959
I didn't know it when this picture was taken, but I was in for quite a ride. We had just moved from one southside Chicago house to another about five miles away. The neighborhood was known as Brighton Park. In an area of about two square miles it had three Catholic churches and three Catholic schools nearby. Back then, you could not have one without the other it seems. The closest school to our home was St. Pancratius. This school was populated by a lot of Polish people. We were not polish. Then on California Avenue and Pershing there was St. Agnes School, this was the school for the Irish. We were not Irish. That left St. Joseph and St. Anne School and that is the one we picked. (It is the only time I can remember being allowed to choose something important when I was young,) The school was bright and new and it looked great from the outside. Second grade was not too bad. It built on what I learned in First Grade, there was not too much math and I didn't do too badly. But there was trouble brewing. After 2nd Grade came 3rd Grade and all hell broke loose. Stay tuned for more of the story later.
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