40 years ago
Violence doesn’t have to be widespread; it can contain itself nicely inside the home. And domestic violence needn’t require a male and a female; any two family members will do. And so it did back in 1970 when police answered a phone call from a distraught father.
When the father made the call, the son became enraged and stayed that way until an officer arrived. After screaming at his father again, the young man came after Officer Klien with an oversized pair off pliers. The officer, who thought he was handling a routine father-son argument, called for back-up. While waiting, the son was restrained, and held at bay temporarily. Yet when back-up did arrive it took a while before the young man quieted down, only to erupt again. (Taser guns were not yet on the scene.)
Before “relative” peace was restored, two cops and an irate son had suffered minor injuries. Call it violence or a case of run-away emotions, it all took place within the sacred basic unit called a family.
From the Aug. 26, 1970 Forest Park Review
30 years ago
Seafood anybody? You’ve heard some myths about this finny family of food. Taken from a syndicated story in an August, 1980 Review, this straightforward basic fact emerges: fish is generally a high-quality food rich in protein, low in fat and usually free of additives and chemicals. Some fishy falsehoods follow:
Oysters and other shellfish are safe to eat and more palatable the year ’round, not just in months containing the letter “r.” A sometimes exception is the California variety which is less palatable in those months.
Dead shellfish are said to be poisonous. Untrue. Such seafood may be less tasty, yet not toxic. Cook or freeze soon as possible.
Oysters are an aphrodisiac. A myth; their richness in protein lends to this belief.
Seafood is brainfood. Duh.
From the Aug. 27, 1980 Forest Park Review
20 years ago
Midnight frolics in the cemetery. Police were alerted to four suspicious subjects who had parked on Greenburg Rd. at 12:35 a.m. and entered the Waldheim Cemetery. Almost immediately after their arrival three gunshots rang out, and they saw figures running east. Two of the subjects climbed up a box car on Industrial Drive, one was apprehended immediately and two more were captured shortly afterward.
One box car refugee, seeing no future from his perch, descended without incident, while the other hesitated, then chose to wait it out. When the fire department was called to bring a ladder the diehard decided to jump the ten feet to the next car. He fell short, but he caught an undeserved break when Office John Scott cushioned his fall. Both Scott and the offender were taken to Loyola Hospital, with Scott sustaining injuries to his back and shoulder.
A policeman’s life is not a happy one.
From the Sept. 5, 1990 Forest Park Review
Ten years ago
This village has been visited by some famous people – Jimmy Durante, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr. and maybe most recently President Bill Clinton. As famous as the rest was glamorous Hollywood star Elizabeth Taylor.
Contributing writer Katie Fetting wrote about her sad visit here to bury husband Mike Todd in 1958. Two or three times thereafter Liz made trips to Forest Park’s Beth Aaron section of Waldheim Cemetery to pay respects to the memory of her husband, who died at the peak of his career as a show business producer. (Todd had been killed in a 1958 crash of a private jet in New Mexico.)
Virtually every newspaper covered the day of his death and burial. The latter day his widow boarded a DC-7 loaned by Howard Hughes, arrived at Chicago and was driven to Waldheim. World media was focused on the burial services, Ms Taylor and, by proxy, Forest Park.
Ironically, Ms Taylor was to have accompanied her husband on the fatal flight, but declined because of the flu.
From the Sept. 6, 2000 Forest Park Review
Bob was born in Yonkers, N.Y., in 1932. His family encouraged him to join the Air Force (ours) during the Korean War. There, he fell into the clutches of Barbara Miles. They still have two world-class daughters, Jill and Cara. “Each of the four of us likes the other three of us,” says Bob.