Jun 11, 2007

3444 West Congress Parkway, Chicago IL

3444 W Congress Parkway, in the heart of Fifth City on Chicago's west side. This was home to myself & many others over 15 or so years in the late 60's into the late 70's. I lived here as the child of a couple who had joined an organization called the Ecumenical Institute, which later became the Institute of Cultural Affairs. Most of us were white, and this is/ was a predominantly black neighborhood.




The Gym, it also served as a chapel for Daily Office & I'm sure many other things. At some point I believe that the Fifth City Preschool also operated out of this building. I was on the northwest corner of the property. There was a wrought Iron gate that ran from there to Faculty West.




The building formed a huge 'J' shape. It had been apartments, quite posh ones I'm sure in the heyday of that part of town. There were still apartments in it, and a penthouse on the top. It was connected to a building we called Admin. I never realized how really big this building was till I saw these pictures earlier this year.

This is where I lived. In an apartment on the main floor that overlooked the street. This whole complex is gone now, torn down and made into part of Bethany Hospital.

We attended Lief Erickson Elementary School, the most misnamed school on the face of the earth.



7 comments:

Dana said...

Wow! Interesting looking at these photos.

JV said...

I lived here, also, in 1970-71. Went to Leif Ericson for 1st grade. Then we were transferred to the Atlanta house, where my dad was the Prior. Great seeing these pictures.

PWhit said...

JV, email me and we can compare notes.

Just Me said...

I lived there when I was in 3rd grade during the 1970-71 school year and went to camp during 1970 when we first moved to the EI.

It's so cool to see these old pictures of the campus!

I really don't remember the names of too many of my friends other than Rachel and Otto, but I had lots of kids to play with. I used to love to go to the book store too. It was a great playground living on the EI grounds.

Going to Leif Ericson was sure rough though. Being a waif of a little white girl, I was easy pickins' and was beat up many times and even ended up in a scuffle when a mini-riot broke out in the playground one day. But I learned to double-dutch jump rope, and had some good neighborhood girls who looked out for me most the time to keep me from getting hit more than I did.

We left after just one year because my parents decided to get a divorce. My dad was a doctor at Cook County and my mom worked in the offices at EI.

My most memorable memory isn't one that many have. My mom, sister and I were in an apartment without my dad because he hadn't arrived yet, and a neighborhood man broke into our unit. I was awoken by my mother calling me to get help. I looked over to her and the man had a knife to her throat! I ran out of the room, down 5 flights of stairs to the police office near the front entrance for help. By that time the man got scared and ran down the hallway and used the fire escape to get away. My mom was uninjured, but I'll never forget that night even these many moons later!

Living at EI was quite an adventure! I mean, how many places does a kid live where they are walked to school everyday by a police escort :)

Peter J said...

Oh hi Sans, Avec here.
Just happened onto this blog. Was here in the summers of 67 & 68 when I was 4 & 5. Came through the west side on several stopovers, but mostly lived at Kemper. Left in the summer of 72.

Folks who came to the order as children will find a trove of history, pictures, memories, old and new friends, and support through our electronic communities and occasional get-togethers. Contact pwhit if you'd like more information.

-Peter Avec J

determined said...

Wow! Lief Erickson

AnnieJ said...

HI
My name is Ann Johnson. My father was a methodist minister in Massachusetts and we joined the order in 1973? Went to camp in New Orleans and Lake Geneva and somewhere in Canada. I was in the Denver House and Toronto House. Would love to connect with others. My sister Mary lived in the Student House at Kemper.