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My neighborhood

Date: 11-30-2006
By: Tom J

My parents moved to 6432 Woodward Avenue with their six and a half year old son, yours truly, very late in 1955, and that is where I would spend the remainder of my childhood. Since I was so young when we moved there, virtually all of my childhood memories go back to Woodward Avenue. It was a wonderful place to grow up. The picture below was taken in June of 1956, during our first summer on Woodward Avenue after moving-in the previous November. That's yours truly sitting there holding my beagle puppy, Chappy. The lady on the porch with me is my mom. The house that is partially visible on the left was the Tonkovich's house, and the house to the right belonged to Mr. Henry Eades, the owner of Hammond Electric at the time, and his wife, Edna. The following picture is the way the house looked for most of the years that I lived there. Dad had the front porch enclosed with aluminum storm windows probably about 1959 or 1960. My neighborhood was in the shape of a right triangle. The vertical leg was Calumet Avenue on the west, and the horizontal leg was 165th Street on the south. The hypotenuse of this right triangle, which formed the northeastern boundary, was the set of Monon RR tracks running from northwest to southeast between Calumet Avenue and 165th Street. One of the streets included in my neighborhood was Crescent Place, which runs parallel to the Monon right-of-way (The tracks are gone now.). This is the site of the new Maywood School. The houses that were on the east side of Crescent Place when I was living in the neighborhood were torn down to make room for the school. Woodward Avenue was my street. It is only one block long, the 6400 block, and runs from 165th Street to Cleveland Street, with Crescent Place intersecting it at an angle at the northern end, near Cleveland St. Woodward runs parallel to Calumet Avenue and two blocks east of it. The next street to the west of Woodward was Euclid Avenue, which was only two blocks long, the 6300 and 6400 blocks. The next street west after Euclid was Calumet Avenue, whose 6300 and 6400 blocks were the western edge of the neighborhood. I was a frequent customer of Sweitzer's Bakery, located on the west side of the 6400 block of Calumet Avenue. The bakery was attached to Burgers Super Market on the corner of Calumet and Cleveland. I went there often to get my "fix" of chocolate brownies, which were covered with a thick layer of chocolate icing. The ladies who worked there called me the "Brownie Boy." Burger's moved to 165th and Columbia, and Sweitzer's either moved or just closed up entirely. Also on the west side of Calumet Avenue's 6400 block was Van's Barber Shop, where I usually went for my haircuts. Our next-door neighbors to the south were the Tonkovich's. You could not ask for better neighbors. Fritz and Stella were the parents, and they had six kids. Now the two oldest girls, Julia and Patsy, were out on their own and not living with their folks any more, but they were often over there for visits. Mickey, Sharon, David, and Kathy were there when I lived on Woodward. The Tonkovich's were fine people, and it was a joy to live next to them. I saw Fritz, Patsy, Sharon, and Kathy on my recent visit to Hammond. Stella had passed away, and I believe they said that she died in 1997. How sad that I let so many years go by with no contact with any of the Tonkovich's. It HAD to have been at least since 1977 or 1978 that I had seen or talked to any of them. Why do we let people whom we care about slip into our past with no attempt to maintain communication with them? Between the houses at the northern and eastern end of our neighborhood and the Monon tracks was a vacant field. Immediately behind the houses on Cleveland Street was an area where the neighborhood kids played sandlot football and baseball. There was an alley behind those houses, but there was also a little dirt road that ran parallel to the alley and a little further out into the field, and which tied-in with the alley at the eastern and western ends of the block. It was between the alley and that road that we played touch football, and this was also the "infield" for our baseball games. There was a big cottonwood tree in that field just to the east of our ball playing area, and some of the older kids in the neighborhood built a tree house in it. Jimmy and Pepper Rodda were the chief architects. Those boys lived at the end of Crescent Place, where it ties in with Woodward. Their old house was one of the ones torn down when Maywood School was built. Pepper was two years older than I, and Jimmy was a couple years older than Pepper. Another great attraction in that big field was the remnants of some kind of building. Only sections of the concrete floor and foundation remained from the building, and the soil had been dug out from under some of these sections. This was the perfect place to play army! The dug out areas served as cover from the withering fire brought to bear on us by the enemy and was a good place to care for the wounded. I miss those days of my youth in the fifties and sixties. Life was sweet, and I cherish my memories of Woodward Avenue. My dad worked hard and provided for our family, and my mom stayed home and kept house. I am so glad that my mom was home every day when I got home after school. I was blessed with a great set of parents, a wonderful home, and a terrific neighborhood to grow up in. God gave me an ideal childhood. Hammond High Class of 1967 20
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