I recently had an appointment with a client in Hyde Park. This is a neighborhood surrounding the University of Ilinois Hospital and known for its divisity.
My parents were born in this neighborhood over 75 years ago. They met and dated at the local social club.
Growing up my siblings and I were treated to many stories of their youthful adventures . I just had to imagine the two people I knew as Mom and Dad jumping off the rocks to swim, attending the social clubs and “hanging out” in the neighborhood
It wasnt until this last trip to this neighborhood that I realized that I TOO was born in Hyde Park. Gosh why did it take me do long to include myself in that rowdy bunch.
I was a little overcome with emotion while driving around the neighborhood. Trying to locate from memory where things were. I did get to see St Thomas the Apostle church and school where my Dad made his first communion, Ray grammer school where I attended kindergarten and I really enjoyed the blocks and blocks of tall apartment buildings. I could close my eyes and remember the summer sounds while our windows were open to get some freedom from the heat. I relived the smell of the carpeted hallways and all the different smells slipping under each apartment door reminding me that other cultures share similar spaces.
I could not remember our address exactly and of course many buildings were replaced with more modern buildings chain stores or parking lots .
i just felt closer to my parents than I had for a while. If it’s possible I would not be surprised if their ghosts are haunting their old familiar places!
My Mom had such fond memories of Hyde Park and talked of them right up until her last days.