My Trinity of Older Sisters

First, let me say that when I wrote the Brown and White, I kept things focused on my high school days.  The book was about the school and home, but most of the home focused on my parents.  I have five siblings, but it would have taken another book or two to cover them.

We were a struggling family.  And what I mean by that is simply that my dad was a cop and pay was low in those days--we struggled.  He had a full-time job for the Chicago Police Department, took on a second job as a University of Chicago cop and sometimes worked a third job--and it never quite added up to enough.  

My three oldest siblings were born in  a bunch and after a short rest, a second batch that included me and my older brother and younger sister came along.  And I have to say that the older siblings became little parents and each one took one of us on.  So we had a mom and dad along with a designated "second mom" who was an older sister.  

My oldest sister, Ellen, was the first one to go out and make some money and begin a career. She became a nurse. She bought my parents an early color TV. She replaced the carpet in the living room that was probably as old as the house--circa 1927. She brought the first stereo record player that I have ever seen--one of those portables where the turntable folded down and the speakers swung out the sides. She bought a small selection of albums that we enjoyed--Johnny Mathis, Opera for People Who Hate Opera, West Side Story and more.  She bought three pieces of art that depicted in a modern sense the Chicago skyline--she hung them above the coach. She bought a dinning room furniture set that included a table that slid into the hutch for storage and stack-able chairs. She started a tradition of buying new Volkswagens that continued for decades until her weary old van was given to a local high school shop a few years ago. She was strong, determined, and loving. Tall and attractive, Ellen took everything on and set the stage for the others.

My third oldest sister is Margaret. I remember Margaret was the sister that focused on improvements to the outdoors.  She was forever planting new grass to replace the dirt patches that my brother and I and others had created in the lawn.  She dutifully put out little fences around the spots where the new seed lay and I suppose for two or three days (or maybe it was two or three hours) we kept off the grass.  A fresh coat of paint could really make a difference on the wooden front steps or the lattice work that surrounded the front porch--those were the kind of things that excited Margaret.  Margaret did what she could to make our house look a little better than the worst houses in the neighborhood.  It was not easy. She took on the tough projects.

Margaret went on to nursing school and won a scholarship while there.  She got married fairly young and all her kids are brilliant.  She was also one of the prettiest young moms to grace the southwest side and had a terrific sense of humor. 

My second oldest sister was Marianne.  She is ten years older than me.  When she was young, she was the odds on favorite in the house to become a nun and she did for 13 years.  She was smart, pretty, and full of life.  She was my little mom.  She babysat for a cheaper-by-the-dozen family. She could make a huge sum on certain weekends if she babysat the large family while the mom and dad got some R&R.  She took me to the public pool when I was very young and I remember hanging on to her for what must have seemed like hours. I remember she bought me football cards. And when it was time for her to enter the convent my world fell apart.  She took off for Adrian Michigan and I was losing my little mom--although a few hundred other kids would have her services.  After she left the convent she continued in education.

Everyone was proud of Marianne and they still are. 

Brown and White

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Sporting Chance Press author Lawrence Norris has a little marble angel on his desk, just under his computer screen. It's not very big, but Norris says it "looks over" all his labor each day.  Norris wears a brown scapular of Our Lady of Mount Carmel every day. It's the scapular that he always wore as a student at Mount Carmel High School in Chicago.  On one wall of his little office, there are images of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Sacred Heart of Mary.  The pictures are housed in beautiful gold frames that are shaped like little stained glass windows.   His desk is home-made from an old dinning room table. And as a publisher and an author, surrounding Norris are boxes of his company's books and an old floor to ceiling bookcase that includes a small sampling of his old books.  He has another small bookcase by him and several more throughout his house. Most of his old books have little value to anyone other than himself.

Norris is not sure if the Sisters who educated him in grade school or the Carmelites who did the same in high school or the Benedictines who took Norris on in college would love all his work.  He wonders if old Carl Kroch or Bill Casey would get a kick out of what he has done since he left Kroch's and Brentano's bookstore many years ago.  He wonders whether Bob Bartlett, the first president for whom he worked at CCH Publishing Company would like at least a few pages he's written or published. 

But somehow Norris has always thought a lot of his own book and he has a lot riding on it.  The little eBook that he calls the Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir of his first year in high school.  It has been a part of him for over 40 years as he has worked on other authors' works.  The Brown and White is a personal story that was put together as a kind of humorous and sentimental travel log.  He has resisted some editors advice who told him to make it more  plot driven. Norris liked the work of John Powers, a Chicago South Side author (Last Catholic in America and Do Pattent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up) , and he set up his book like one of Powers stories. He also resisted those who told him to take the religion overtones out of the book and others who told him to put more in.  The story is not of a very well-rounded worldly boy, it a story of a boy who lives in one of those traditional Chicago neighborhoods where children are raised with great love, but not always kindly. Worldliness comes later.

Norris wants you to know that his work is available this week for just $.99 via a Kindle Countdown Deal. 

Thoughts on Labor Day

I grew up and tried to emulate my parents.  They had six children and struggled to make things the best they could. My mom stayed at home and my dad was a Chicago Policeman who had a second job on the University of Chicago Police Department.  He took on a third job at times as well.  His patrolman salary was sub-par at the time for raising a large family.

At some point the unions that had been created to protect workers fell on hard times. My grandfather who had started out with a horse and buggy delivery service had become an official in a union. He was an honest man who did not drink or swear.  After he died, the union for which he worked became corrupt. I have a relative that tells me his retirement funds were stolen by a corrupt union.

The auto makers unions fought for high salaries and good benefits.  But they seemed to have lost the support of the common man who made so much less.  Eventually, unions seemed to survive in certain industries and die out in others.   In some cases businesses moved their operations out of the country and blamed it on the unions.  Recently, such a case was made for a large baking operation here.  Many have gone before it. If you are a big company and want to create cheaper goods out of the country, maybe you can do it by having a union disagreement.

From bikes to boots and from many luxury cars to lamps, much of our manufacturing has left.  Red-white-and-blue heroes in retailing passed away and their business went to second generation leaders who had no interest in anything other than the bottom line. The Greatest Generation was replaced by something else. Many people believe they sold out to cheap labor.  Foreign car makers nominally assemble cars in American with thousands of foreign made parts.  And consumers have lost interest in buying American or anything close to the notion.  Unless or until Americans decide to put a premium on American made goods, the economy will erode.  Like the dust bowl in  the 1930s, the American economy will have few roots to sinks it's teeth into that will hold on when the winds blow and the weather turns hot and dry. 

Sadly, many American young families are not having families at all. Some have a dog and spend a small fortune on pet supplies. Do they believe everything they hear about "affording a family" and decide they just can't do it? Or do they have one child and call it good?  Are today's young people facing a quandary or are they just too selfish?  What example did they get from us?  Or is it a case of convincing messages coming from other sources?

Silly Americans think that the labor force is being filled at the lowest level by foreign workers, but they are not looking very hard.  From roofers to truck drivers, from painters to doctors, from scientists to newsmen and woman, the face of America is changing.  Very soon, no one will be immune. No job will be safe.  Don't be surprised to hear from some authoritative source that American lawyers and accountants are lazy and there are new ways to get better cheaper representation.  Will the lawyers who bought foreign cars or the accountants who did nothing when their clients lost their business to outsourcers get a better hearing from other Americans? Or will people continue to look at their stock portfolios and call it good?

The world is getting smaller and people need a break who come from overseas when jobs are scarce and resources small.  But I find it hard to believe impoverishing more Americans to secure the high profits of the few is the way to go. And the need for labor organizations that can stand at an equal level with corporate interests has never been greater. Some of course don't believe there is a need and don't care about American workers regardless. What does Labor Day mean to these people?

What do we hear about labor today? In some ways, I have to wonder about who minds the store in terms of our information.  It occurs to me that a few generations ago, anything we got for advertising messages that came from the big companies of the time like General Motors were pretty clear--"see the USA in your Chevrolet." But now, I think our biggest companies are running the information highway.  They control most everything we see.   Go to an entertainment event, just drive home in your car, or search for a historical fact and it is likely you will be face-to-face with information someone paid to get you. Want a greater audience at your web site, pay the advertisement fees set up. So much information comes to us paid.  So little otherwise.

On this labor day, I have to wonder about the value of  American sweat and toil.  Have you tried to fill out an employment application lately? At many offices you can't even get in the building. The want ads that you see for jobs come to you paid by some source that has something to sell and it's not jobs. Is it any wonder that so many job seekers are frustrated when they literally can't get "in the front door?" 
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Lawrence Norris is the author of the Brown and White, a fictionalized memoir that takes a funny look at Catholic High School and the author's family and friends in the late 60s. 

Book for Plane Trip

If you went to a Catholic High School and you have a plane trip coming up, I have a great book for you: The Brown and White. 

The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School.  Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie.  Memorable characters abound as the right of passage unfolds. The story is also about Collin's lovable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother (from Scotland--you'll have to read the book) who blazes her own trail through the 60s.

Available on Amazon. 

Brown and White: A Different Time

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The late 60s were a wake up call for Americans.  Civil rights, the war in Vietnam, the generation gap, changing moral values, civil disobedience, drug abuse and so much more.  But for the kids in my book, the brown and white school bus was their transport between the big changing world and their home turf. At the time, although many neighborhoods were changing radically, ours seemed secure.

About the time my story takes place, John Powers books on Catholic life in Chicago were best sellers.  Powers was able to take that life and hold up a mirror for us to see ourselves.  Powers world was pre-Vatican II.  He weaved ridiculously funny stories that boldly cast his characters.  Powers gave the community a sense of value as many things we valued seemed to be coming apart at the seams.

When I began writing my story over 40 years ago, I was very young and had an exaggerated sense of my understanding of life. Time has made me humble and in the Brown and White I stepped back and described what I knew. I hope people will appreciate it for what it is, and also understand it for what it is not.   

Today is like the Time of Jesus

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What I suppose the typical Christian does not get in reading the Bible is the context for what is going on and the stories told.  The popularity of "Commentaries" over history suggests that this is true.

I am reading Killing Jesus by Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard and I think that as much as anything, the authors give us a context for the gospels and the life of Christ. The Roman Republic has been replaced by the Roman Empire and god-kings have come to rule it. Taxes perpetually impoverish the Jews and money goes to build Roman cities and line the pockets of officials and wealthy citizens.  The Jews have their rebellious men who are tortured and killed--crucifixion is used at times. 

Society is in bad shape. The kind charitable practices of the people are put aside.  For many, life becomes an "everyone is on their own" kind if venture. Yet, hope is out there in the Jewish community. For some, they  see hope in faith--a hope that many believe they will see the Jewish state rebuilt to its former glory.  Christ of course tells his listeners that a more important kingdom awaits the faithful.

Today, we face much trouble in our own world.  I think a lot of it comes from isolation and people working against each other when they should have common goals.  I often think about the significance of people who should normally be aligned with each other are at odds.  I am not a big conspiracy theorist, well not really, but I do wonder about whether people at odds with each other are actually encouraged to be at odds with each other, or is there some who encourage it because it weakens alliances that could make for a more powerful constituencies.

Brown and White eBook

I wrote a book called the Brown and White about my time in  high school in Chicago.  It is a story about a white boy going to a Catholic School that stuck it out in the city. I think for the most part, it is a funny book.  And I tried not to pontificate and just told my story.

When I got older, I realized that people with similar political interests were polarized with their own point of view.  We grew up as John F. Kennedy kind of liberals from working class families in what I called two bedroom homes with large four bedroom families.  Our parents went to war and came back to spartan conditions (there were severe housing shortages) and they struggled to make a go of it.  One earner families would lose everything with a few months if a dad was out of work. My father was laid off one year on Christmas eve by an auto manufacturer.  He waited 7-years to get a job as a Chicago Policeman and added two more jobs as he battled financial insecurity.

In some cases, families who were once removed from immigration status looked at the families that have moved "up north" for jobs as people to be shunned rather than allies.  People who had moved from the south saw these struggling families as much better off than themselves.  Essentially, the two groups grew to become enemies rather than allies.  My book essentially tells a bit of my family's story during the time.  It was something I could do and there are stories out there in large number of struggling blacks--that were best sellers and masterpieces at the time.  These were assigned reading for high school students and written by black authors. 

I was also surprised to learn many years later that back in Ireland, where the Irish battled oppression, it was the American Civil Rights leaders who they mimicked in their struggles.  People like Rosa Parks were inspiring Irish in Ireland in their struggles, but here in the states, the Irish Americans saw Civil Rights leaders as trouble-makers.  Huge numbers of homes changed hands and ironically, the white people who moved were called cowards--white fright had taken place.  And yet, as I like to point out, the people often moving were service men who were part of the "greatest generation." Now, many of the changed neighborhoods have changed again and are becoming Hispanic.   How does that work?  I don't know.

The irony is all this happened to people who have shared political interests, but they were often led astray.  Someone is going to come along and unite them and it will be hard to stop them.  But the small differences need to be overcome.  

In a sense, there is much going on today that is like the time of Christ.  Many people are given benefits while others in low and middle income pay for them. Social services are used heavily by some and not by others.  Some cultures expect government benefits and bend the rules to get them.  Others avoid benefits when they need them.  Some people still believe in Yankee Ingenuity and self-reliance. Jobs and employee benefits keep society going.

Brown and White Available as eBook on Kindle

The Brown and White

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School. Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie. Memorable characters abound as this story unfolds. Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother face life together. Collin and classmates blaze their own humorous and passionate trail through the late 1960s. A unique cast of terrific teachers are there to see the boys through. Laughs and life meet readers head on as they travel on the Brown and White.

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Brown and White eBook about to Publish

Forty plus years in the making, The Brown and White will be on Amazon Kindle very soon. The Brown and White is a fictionalized memoir that tells the story of Collin Callaghan's freshman year at a Chicago Catholic High School.  Collin is a white boy who is living in turbulent times in a changing city. He clings to his neighborhood and his family as he heads out each day with his classmates on the Brown and White, the ancient school bus driven by free-spirited Willie.  Memorable characters abound as the right of passage unfolds. The story is also about Collin's loveable family, especially his Irish Catholic policeman father and his Irish immigrant mother who blazes her own trail through the 60s.