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Thursday, August 22, 2019

House Hunting in the Hood












In 1780, a Haitian emigree named Jean Baptist Point DuSable settled on land which bordered on the Chicago River. in Illinois  He was the first non-Native American to inhabit what would be Chicago.

The Native inhabitants of the region referred to the land as "Shikaawa" which means striped skunk or stinky onion.  It's fitting since Chicago has a long and storied history of corruption, segregation and racism.  The first reference to the present name was made by explorer Robert De Lasalle when he referred to the area as "Checagou".

Chicago was incorporated as a town in 1833 with a population of 100, then a city in 1837.  It's location drew settlers from all over the globe who wanted a new life on the banks of Lake Michigan.

With the birth and growth of railroads, came scores of families eager to homestead the county of Illinois.

The first black settlers were escaped slaves, from South Carolina who settled around what is now 12th Street or Roosevelt Road.

As Chicago grew, the boundaries pushed further south.  In 1853, Paul Cornell established Hyde Park Township, which stretched as far south as 79th Street.

Railroad companies were thick on the ground since Chicago was becoming a major transport hub for the livestock, goods and produce grown and slaughtered

On May 5, 1853 there was a horrible train wreck at what is now 75th and South Chicago Avenue.  18 people died and 40 were injured.  The wreck was a direct result of an illegal set of railroad tracks built by a representative of the Illinois Central Rail Company across a competing railway's crossing.  Although the parties responsible were not prosecuted, this tragedy resulted in better safety rules for trains.

One more positive thing came out of this horror, the area was designated "Greater Grand Crossing".  It is bordered on 67th Street on the north, 79th Street on the south, Wentworth on the west and Stoney Island on the east.  This is where we concentrated our house hunt.

Grand Crossing was occupied primarily with Irish, German and English railroad workers, but progress pushed Chicago's black population further south.  Most of the European folks moved to the suburbs, allowing Grand Crossing to become a mecca for the upwardly mobile Black folks, police, fire and postal workers formed the majority of it's Black inhabitants.





When we got married, Hubby and I had every intention of renting until retirement, then moving to a 'deluxe apartment in the sky', but it was not to be.

I wanted to live Downtown near Michigan Avenue close to theaters, museums and attractions. Yet health concerns regarding my Mother In Law nixed that idea, we had to find a home large enough to accomodate 4 adults and our ginger cat, Chaka Zulu.



Thus began our 'House Hunt in the Hood'.  The 'Hood' being the southside of Chicago.  When Hubby and I started our relationship we found a 2 bed, 1 bath apartment on King Drive in Park Manor.  2nd floor walk up that was convenient to transportation and around the corner from my favorite nail salon.

No way were 4 adults and a cat going to live in that tiny space, and my Mother-In-Law's Chicago bungalow was just too darned small.  So I logged onto all the real estate websites, set up accounts and started culling through all those listings.

First things first, we had to figure out how much we could spend on our future abode, yep it was terrifying.  Being first-time homebuyers, we didn't have clue where to start, so I youtubed home buying and was deluged with tips, hints and nonsense.

So we took a step back and decided where we wanted to be.  The southside of Chicago is huge, I knew we wanted to be east of the Dan Ryan expressway, no further north than 67th Street and no further south than 87th and no further east than Cottage Grove.  Sounds simple, right.  Well it didn't turn out that way.

First-time home buyers have all types of resources, simply miles and miles of information.  And sorting through it was a bear.

I fancy myself a interior design maven, and I started out looking for a "Fixer upper".  Hubby wasn't having it at all.  He was adamant about a recently-rehabbed home that was still under warranty. He was so right and I was way wrong.

Yeah good luck with that, but we had very good luck indeed. Our present home was the 5th one we toured. Built in 1920, Casa Lee has 6 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms and a decent backyard.


There is a fireplace on the back porch/mudroom.  The kitchen is rather small, but two people can cook at the same time.











I simply adore our house, but I am glad we bought it before I started watching HGTV. This house will be one hundred years old in 2020, and she has creaks, stretchmarks, and is a bitch to dust, but she is steadfast, sturdy and rather attractive in her own way. And I think she might be haunted, but that is another story for another time.

Homeownership has a whole bunch of money snatching issues, but I would not change it, unless that de-luxe apartment gets in range.

Fortunately, I have plenty of room to welcome my family and friends.



An added bonus is the 200 year old tree in my backyard, that I named Charlotte after Mr. DUSable's Native wife, who changed her name to confirm to the norms of the day.

In my minds-eye I watch Mr. DuSable arrive by canoe to the heart of Chicago, the mouth of the Chicago River.

His courage and determination helped shape our fine metropolis.


When I was a child, I wanted to be mayor, now I know better.  I'm just gonna enjoy being a homeowner in the greatest city in the world...Chicago...



Sunday, August 4, 2019

Confessions From The CorningWare Coven


Please see above the objects of my domestic obsession, CorningWare.  I'll jump over a six foot fence to grab a piece at a garage sale. I have been known to bum-rush the corningware section at Goodwill like a quarterback.

My addiction to CorningWare began rather innocently, I had to furnish the kitchen of our new home and I needed everything. But I was not going to spend a young fortune, oh no, I am a thrifter from way back.  My Grandmother taught me the wisdom of  shopping thrift stores at the tender age of 12.

Roaming through the racks and racks of gently used clothing at the Veteran of Foreign Wars (VFW) Thrift store at 43rd and the EL was my idea of paradise. I was the only 13 year old I knew with a full length mink coat that cost me $3.00.

A lot of my teenage contemporaries teased and made fun of my 2nd hand clothes, I cared not a jot.
I've always had a high sense of drama and wearing fine silk and satin that I had paid pennies for was and still is a blast.

Love to get that rush when I wear one of my Paloma Picasso leather handbags and someone compliments me on it.

When I started shopping for kitchenware, I hit Craig's List hard, and got lucky first time out.  Went to an estate sale in the 'burbs and got 15 pieces of cware for $20.00.  After doing a little online research, I was hooked.

CorningWare is the workhorse of cookware, you can freeze it, heat it and put it in the dishwasher, it is versatile and beautiful.  Another advantage is it is good for the environment cause it never wears out, take care of it and you can leave it to your grandchildren. Don't drop it on a tile kitchen floor cause it will shatter like a bomb.  It is truly a miracle of modern science.A miracle that was discovered by accident in 1953.  Dr. S. Donald Stookey, a scientist for the Corning Glass Works in New York state tried to heat glass to 900 degrees.  At 600 hundred degrees, the glass milkified, turning milky white with remarkable results.

In 1958 Corning launched CorningWare and made billions.  Dr. Stookey was no one-trick pony, not at all.  He also developed the technology that allows transition lens for glasses that adjust to your environment.  Dude was awesome.

When he graduated from college he got two job offers, one from Nabisco and one from a glass company in New York state he had never heard of.  He didn't want to be a baker, so he went to New York.  I am so glad he did.

CorningWare is so versatile, freeze it, bake it, microwave it, it will never let you down.  You can even put later models in the dishwasher.  Yeah I know that is verboten amongst the purist in the CorningWare coven, but  busy Mom does not have time to hand-wash a damned thing.

CorningWare is in high demand.  I have seen EBay listings for a rare promotion items in the thousands.  Some folks have a serious hard-on for unique items.

Not me, I like the ordinary, run of the mill Blue Cornflower.  Simple, elegant and a beast in the oven.  I had no idea that I could fall in love with cookware and it would love me back.  No muss-no fuss cleanup, multi-functional and pretty to look at.  What more could a girl wish for.

But here I am...I am ashamed to admit that I have 'bowed someone to get to a 10x10x2 roasting pan, but all's fair in the CorningWare Conflicts.

When I started collecting, about 3 years ago, CorningWare was dirt cheap, now thrift stores keep it under lock and key.

In order to keep my CorningWare addiction at acceptable levels I never spend more than $5.00 on a piece, but I have seen eBay auctions that gave me a nosebleed. While I have to admit, Cware is pretty neat.I am not taking out a second mortgage to pay for it.

Only died-in-the-wool super-thrifters understand the thrill of finding cware with lids(!)  on senior 50% off discount day.

While hunting down bargains, we super-thrifters give each other the nod of respect as we search for undiscovered treasures.  I get absolutely giddy when I remove the $1.99 sticker from my latest find.

Hubby is slowly coming over to the cware side, he can spot a range topper from two rows away.  He is truly a super-thrifter's dream come true.  He never complains that I have too much cware, he just helps me find somewhere to put it .

So in a way, cware is good for my marriage, our dates are not confined to 'date night', we 'day-date' at estate and garage sales.  I think he gets a kick out of my cware happy dance when I find a great piece in the wild.

There is something soul-satisfying about reducing our family's carbon footprint by switching from Rubbermaid plastic to cware.  Makes me feel rather smug. Here I am reducing the carbon emissions from my household and everything, go me.

Mid-Century Modern collectors are a special bunch of folks, all the things of our Grandparents  that we threw away, we're scrambling to buy back.

My Grandmother instilled in my the love of a bargain, and the one of the proudest moments of my life is when my son asked to go thrifting with me.  I knew I'd done something right as a mother.


















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