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A short bio by Dan Schmitt
I was born in February of
1949. My family lived on Whipple Street between Lawrence and Leland Avenues. We
lived in a two-flat and I had three older brothers. Some of my memories from
that time include having a duck as a pet, my brothers having garter snakes next
to the garage and my oldest brother winning a black cocker spaniel. My dad
worked downtown making Photostats and my mother was a housewife. My fondest memory from this
period in my life was the day my dad removed the training wheels from my
two-wheeled bicycle and I went zooming down the sidewalk north towards Lawrence
Avenue. I banked it into the alley behind the Packard Dealer, turned it around
in the alley and zoomed back towards my dad waiting for my return. What freedom,
riding a two-wheeled bicycle. When I was five or so, the two-flat was sold, the new owners wanted to move in and we had to move. I went with my mother as she looked for another apartment. With four boys, it became difficult. Finally she found an apartment on Kedzie Avenue, above a store with three bedrooms, a living room, dining room and a large kitchen. This is where I lived until I moved out at the age of nineteen. I started at Our Lady of
Mercy Grade School in kindergarten. I remember my mother worked part-time in the
cafeteria. I would wait for her and we walked home together because I was in the
morning kindergarten. It was only one and one-half blocks home.
All my older brothers had
paper routes, morning and afternoon routes. I never got a route of my own. In
the sixth grade I got my first real job. Andy, the Greek, had a grocery store on
Kedzie just down the block. It was a typical store for the 1950’s. He had
fresh fruits and vegetables and he displayed them on the sidewalk in front of
the store. His little store was right next to the National Tea Store, so you
could see the competition he had for himself. But he gave out credit and he
delivered grocery to his customers. This is where I came in. He had another boy
from the neighborhood working for him, George Grace. Now George was the same age
as me, but because he went to Public School, he was a half of a grade ahead of me.
(that’s how it was in the Chicago School System back it those days.) Business
was good for Andy, so he hired another boy, me. I was paid 50 cents per hour
plus tips. So if you got a quarter or a dime as a tip, that was great. My first
week’s paycheck was for $7.00. At Our Lady of Mercy, I was
an altar boy under the direction of Father McHugh. He was very strict and wanted
all of us to grow up and become good citizens. He was difficult, but the
majority of the alter boys at OLM went on to be successful. Of all the teachers
I had, Miss Mary Ann is still my favorite. I had her in the sixth grade and she
encouraged me to work with my artistic talents. At Horner Park during these
later years in grade school, I played basketball in the Kiwanis League on
weekend. This is where I learned the game. This league attracted players from
the entire northwest side of Chicago. I became friends with boys from different
neighborhoods and schools. I graduated in 1963 and
went to St. George High School in Evanston. I followed by brothers there and all
of us worked summers to pay our own tuition. It wasn’t that much, but $180.00
was a great deal of money for a fourteen year old. All of my older brothers
caddied at Edgewater Golf Club on Western Avenue. You got paid $1.80 for
eighteen holes. If you got lucky and got a cart with two golfers, then you got
$3.00. This was one of the only jobs that a fourteen year old could get. We all
learned how to make money and how to save money.
At St. George, I joined the
Swim Team. I knew how to swim, but being on a team is the best way to really
learn. I learned all four strokes used in competition. Here is an interesting
story about that year on the swim team. We had a meet at a Chicago Park District
pool at 18th Street and Damen Avenue. This could have been a
multi-team meet. Besides swimming in my normal event, the 200-yard individual
medley race (butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke and freestyle), my coach
entered me in the frosh-soph 2000-yard freestyle race. Up in the spectators area
was the Mayor of Chicago, Richard J. Daley. One of his sons was also in this
2000-yard race. All I know is this, I beat one of those Daley punks on that day. The summer between my
freshman and sophomore years, I caddied for a few weeks. I then took a job
selling magazines door-to-door. This was the worst job I ever had……It was
miserable. When the summer ended, I barely had enough money saved up for my
tuition. I would have to get some kind of part-time work. It was during that
September of 1964 that an event happened that would change a few things in the
future. With my older brother, Bob,
away at Notre Dame in South Bend, Indiana, I would borrow his Vespa scooter to
take for rides around the neighborhood. On one fateful morning, I let Eddy White
drive the Vespa with me on back. To get an idea of just what Eddy White may look
like and his reputation around the neighborhood, just look in the Encyclopedia
Britannica under juvenile delinquent and you will see his picture. Well, his driving skills
were as good has his moral code, so he crashed into a parked car as he rounded a
corner. My right leg was there where the scooter hit the rear bumper of the car.
When I tried to get up, my foot was still on the ground. As I looked down, I saw
my bone sticking out of my leg. Fortunately for me, a woman came out of her
apartment and held me on the ground until the ambulance arrived. I never got her
name, but I did try to locate her months later. Even
today, I am grateful for her help. Off I went to Swedish
Covenant Hospital at California and Foster Avenues. I was in the hospital for
three weeks. If I remember properly, my doctor was Doctor Millar. I also
remember a very lovely nurse. Her name was Cindy Webb. The reason that I
remember her name is because she told me that her uncle was Jack Webb from the
TV series, Dragnet….. At the end of this
three-week stay in the hospital, the bill for all the extras was $150.00. My
dad’s insurance paid for the broken leg. I vowed to pay my dad back for the
expenses that I caused. It was some time during my sophomore year, that my
mother saw a sign in a store window at Kimball and Montrose Avenues. Help
Wanted!!! So I applied at Georgeson’s Catering.
This business made sandwiches for the seven or so catering trucks. My first jobs
included helping to make sandwiches, mopping the floors, washing the pot and
pans, washing the trucks and just about any other job. My pay was $1.25 per
hour. TO BE CONTINUED:
MORE HIGH SCHOOL AT ST. GEORGE COLLEGE, THE DRAFT, and the
BIRTH OF MY DAUGHTER. DAN’S COFFEE CUP
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