Morgan Street: Memories of a Holy Family Altar Boy
They all worked with my father Vincent Palucci in production at the Daily newspapers. Jimmy Chairo was a Union Officer for a large Newspaper Union. Joe Chairo was a Supervisor at one of the papers.
My Maternal Grandmother also married to a Chairo lived directly across the street as did my aunt Helen and her family my two cousins Stella and Rosario butchie and Uncle Dominick who also worked at the Newspapers. My mothers step-Brother Angelo Chairo was a Pressman at one of the Newspapers. My Cousins Leontina and Vincent lived in a small house behind the apartment building with their mother Rose and father Anthony Vitullo.
We were visited by Dick Donovan a star White Sox pitcher, and called the Donovan Centurions( I still have the green and Gold jersey we received when we joined. He posed for some News photos in the school playground an empty lot on May Street. he pitched a ball that I hit and when I told him I got a hit off of him, he said “no way, Luis Aparicio would have scooped that up for an out. I wanted to disagree, instead I got his autograph.
I served 6 A.M. mass and my Dad would walk me to the Church , my mom was concerned about me walking down Roosevelt in the dark. After Mass ( we fasted to receive Holy Communion ) Brother Butler would send me to De Leos Bakery on Taylor and May with a note ( no money) to get fresh baked goods.
I carried the warm bag against my puny chest, inhaling the aroma of Long Johns, Sugar Twists , Jelly Rolls, Bismark’s, Chocolate and Vanilla doughnuts both cake dough and the other kind full of air. I turned down the offer of a warm doughnut from Bingo the Baker and I was not going to snatch any of the baked goods in the bag, even though I had not eaten since supper the night before. I enjoyed making the sacrifice and being a good Catholic boy.
The walk down May street in the light snow was Magical.
To be continued