40 years ago
Karen Good Kolzow, or Karen Good, as she was known most of her short life. A human being, a person barely 19 and hardly into the ways of the world. Karen was born in Forest Park July 24, 1951, graduated Proviso East High School in June, 1969 and met her death Aug. 10, 1970. She was killed when the stalled car carrying her, her husband James and brother-in-law was rear-ended on Route 53 near Lake Street. A minute before, her brother-in-law had stepped out to check the engine, and the car was rammed by an oncoming driver. Those are the facts; not the feelings.
Why single out one untimely death, however tragic, when so many of the young are taken. Maybe poet John Donne wrestled with the question when he wrote in Devotions, XXII, “No man is an island, entire of itself … any[one]’s death diminishes me.”
And why does Karen Good Kolzow, whom most never knew, come into our lives after 40 years? Maybe because she mattered when she lived, and her spirit matters now. Maybe it’s because – despite our precious differences that make us unique – we are all much more alike than different.
From the Aug. 12, 1970 Forest Park Review
30 years ago
Then there was Editor Bob Haeger, he of the twinkling eye and tenor voice, who dunked olives, loved singing in barbershop quartets, and enjoyed sharing a joke or two – like this one from a 1980 issue. (It was sent to him from an out-of-state subscriber who had only recently moved from the village.)
After a recent village council meeting I headed for my car and arrived just as two other council members who had ridden with me caught up.”Dang!” I said, “I left the keys in the ignition and locked myself out.” One of them said, “I’ll get a coat hanger and we can finagle down the side of the window to pull the release up.”
“Better not,” said the other. “You’ll get arrested for stealing your own car.” Number One then chimed in with, “I’ll scrape away the rubber with my pen knife and open the wind wing.” Number Two countered that with, “But the other council members will think we were too dumb to use a coat hanger.”
Finally, back to Number One who looked up and remarked, “Well, we better do something. It’s starting to rain and the top’s down.”
God bless you, Bob Haeger, wherever you are.
From the July 11, 1980 Forest Park Review
20 years ago
You’re driving east on Washington Blvd. and begin to slow for the red light at Harlem. To the right you see an 82-year-old man being shaken down by a 19-year-old punk. You pull over and get out, bent on correcting a clear injustice. You feel a little relieved when another driver joins you.
The punk splits. You and the other guy nail him and hold him down. The police are called and arrive within a minute. The old man, who is okay, has his wallet returned and the punk gets a free ride to the station house.
Lt. Chuck Whelpley, first on the scene, commented, “We can’t be everywhere, but this time we got great help from two witnesses.” He might have added that if you find yourself in a similar situation, a call to 911 is still a good alternative.
From the July 24, 1990 Forest Park Review
10 years ago
Main Street, Forest Park. Not a street name, but a concept fulfilled. Founded in 1993, this redevelopment association began as a mix of business and property owners, involved citizens, and a local government – all working to promote economic development here. In cooperation with the village, Chamber of Commerce, banks and realty firms, its purpose is to develop and implement comprehensive improvements principally along the Madison Street corridor.
Is it working? Assuredly. Our “Main Street” is the liveliest most invigorating assembly of businesses, stores and restaurants ever to occupy this mile-long stretch of the village’s backbone, Madison Street.
From the July 5, 2000 Forest Park Review