History of Our Lady of Mercy Church Pilgrim Congregational Church, its founding and early years

The South Side

March 27th, 2007

“The South Side, the Tremont area, is a hillcrest neighborhood five minutes south of downtown Cleveland.  North, south and east of it is The Flats, the industrial valley of the city.

The South Side was home.  It was immediate family.  It was aunts, uncles and cousins.  It was schoolmates whose parents were Polish, Ukrainian, Russian, Slovak, German, Irish, Greek and Syrian.  It proved to be a stage deep and wide enough for any dream.

The South Side was St. Augustine’s Catholic Church, St. Theodosius Russian Orthodox Church, Pilgrim Congregational Church—and fourteen others.  It was Tremont Elementary School and Lincoln High.  It was the Merrick House, one of the oldest settlement houses in the city.  It was the Dinky, a yellow trolley pretty in memory as a toy.  It was Lincoln Park, a square block of grass, trees, playgrounds and benches.  A man named Dominic used to sit on a bench, smoke his pipe and talk about the old country, dream about it, as he must have talked and dreamed about the new.  It was Fairfield Hill with three and sometimes four layers of children on a sled whistling down the January dark.  It was the Jennings Theatre with nickel movie matinees every Saturday and Sunday afternoon; with love and innocence conquering all in double features every night; with dishes on Wednesday; with Banko and cash prizes on Saturday.

The South Side was the men who worked in The Flats.  It was the men who worked on the railroad, the men who worked in the mills, forges and foundries.  It was the women who worked to make ends meet.  It was Father Walsh at St. Augustine.  It was Miss Bloomfield and Miss Alexander at Tremont Elementary.  It was Miss Glick, Miss Palmer and Miss Dickerson at Lincoln.  It was the grocer, John, who extended credit like a hand all through the Depression.  It was Angelo the Jeep, who used to say, even at weddings and funerals, ‘Where is everybody?’  It was TT, who had traveled with the cirsus, who had survived two wars and two marriages, a solid keg of a man who delighted friends by turning sudden backflips and shouting, ‘Yo’.  A woman said, ‘One of these days you might land on your head’.  ‘That’s the least of my worries’, he said.  It was Alex, the owner of a small confectionary, a man who took on all comers at two-hand pinochle.  Alexander the Greatest, he was called.  It was Pete, who now and then during the week before the Fouth of July tossed a cherry bomb in the stovepipe opening of the confectionary, a bomb that exploded with such force in that store it seemed to blow everyone out the door.  ‘What happened’? he would say, innocently.  ‘Ain’t you going to grow up, ever’? Alex would say.  It was Romeo, an aspiring actor who tried his luck in Hollywood.  He tested for the lead in Golden Boy but lost the role, he said because he was two inches shorter than William Holden.  Long afterward he was hearing, or overhearing, remarks like, ‘An inch taller and I’d be dancing with Ginger Rogers’.  Or, ‘Three more inches and I’d have been governor’.  It was Danny, who for two years enjoyed one of the sweetest of political plums, a job emptying the wastepaper basket and dusting the desk, chairs and sofa in the City Hall office of Commissioner Paul, a former shipmate on an ore carrier.  Danny would catch the trolley on the South Side at four in the afternoon, hop off in front of City Hall, dash in while the trolley continued its downtown round, do what he was supposed to do, and be out in time to catch the trolley on its way back to the South Side.  He would be home by five-thirty.  Sometimes he took his wife, Vicki, to keep him company and do the dusting.  Vicki used to say things like, ‘Haste makes hurry’.  Or, ‘A bird in the bush’.  Or, ‘Mary in Rome:  she had an audition with the Pope’.

The South Side was a midsummer night a long time ago with plumes and pillars of smoke in the sky; with flags of blue fire; with a throbbing red glow from the steel mills that could be seen thirty miles away.  It was people sitting on porches, porches generous enough for friends as well as family. 

The women were saying:  ‘She outgrew all her clothes’. 

‘I can’t do anything with him.  He’s like a wild animal.  I can’t wait till school starts’. 

The men were saying:  ‘Things are picking up at the mill.  I put in three days this week’.

‘There’s going to be a war’.

‘We’ll get in.  Mark my words now’.

Mike started playing his harmonica.  It was forlorn, at first, a threadbare weave.  Pretty soon it was different.  Pretty soon it was If You Knew Susie.  People did, of course and so for a while some were able to relax a little in the heartbeat glow, a glow insistent, profound, like the hope that brought them to this country.

“The South Side” is a written remembrance by, and used with permission from, Raymond DeCapite.

Entry Filed under: Oral/written Histories

12 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Dianne Trepal  |  December 6th, 2011 at 4:25 pm

    I was born on the southside at 748 Starkweather Ave, in 1944. I went to Tremont elem until 1955 when we moved to Parma Hts, I have wonderful memories there and swimming in Lincoln Park pool,and the Valley View project.

  • 2. Rita Kitsteiner (nee:Liss)  |  March 26th, 2012 at 7:42 pm

    My father’s parents came to America from Poland before the turn of the century.
    Granpa built his home and barn far back on the lot at 2124 West 14th Street because he dreamed of building a hotel in front of the lot to house his friends and the rest of the family when he was able to bring them here. Unfortunately, due to many factors, that dream never came to fruition.
    My fathe was the baby of 11. Several of his sisters, and my father, Michael J. Liss (born 1910) were born in that house. The older children were all born in Poland.
    Granpa originally delivered milk and dairy products out of his horse drawn cart. Grandma sold eggs, chickens, and rabbits, which she raised in the barn.
    Grandpa, Louis Liss, was a major contributor to the building of St. John Cantius Church.
    He also owned the University Inn, which he later sold to Ben Sokolovski, and several apartment houses around town.
    My mother, Dorothy Ann, (for security reasons I will not divulge her maiden name) her younger brother Louie, and family, lived on Professor Street.
    I am fervently hoping that a member of the Whitaker family, who were our friends and neighbors,that’s you - Butchie - or some relative of the Liss family might read this and contact me as I am the sole survivor of my immediate family and never even met half of my relatives.
    If you remember that house, you’ll recall it by the big hole that was dug at the front of the property. My dad dug that hole with his trencher. It was to be the basement of the hotel that was never built. He and his partner, Bennie, together had a foundation digging business called ‘Lay A Line’.

  • 3. Joshua Cox  |  April 25th, 2014 at 10:30 am

    My dad and his family live on Clarice Court. but they moved the Kentucky. Id like to find more info on clarice court but it is hard to find.

  • 4. gloria downey  |  January 7th, 2015 at 9:30 pm

    this is in response to Dianne Trepal’s comment - My grandmother Katie Sokolow lived at 748 Starkweather from 1938-1965, did you happen to know her?

  • 5. Judy Martowicz Urban  |  September 2nd, 2016 at 3:47 pm

    How beautiful and well written about the South Side where I went to school, grew up, met my husband and married. This story of the South Side brought back so many memories. Every single line is so true. I will always have such fond memories of the South Side and the many friends I have had. I am sending out God’s Blessings to all from the South Side and may all you dreams come true.

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