Hurdy gurdys, monkeys and chickens

Bill Matteson
Uptown Chicago History Correspondent

There was the Hurdy Gurdy woman at least that's what we called her, for lack of a better title
she was ancient, but still able to push this big hurdy gurdy all over Uptown
The Hurdy Gurdy stood about 5 feet tall and about 5 feet long and three feet wide and it was on wheels, (this is to the best of my memory)
She would stand at it's side and crank in order to play a circus style music,
she would just appear then disappear, we never knew where she came from or where she lived, but we always dropped coins in the cigar box.

Then an organ grinder would come by with his trained little monkey he had a much smaller instrument that had the crank on the side with straps that fit around his neck. we would throw coins and the monkey would pick them up and then tip his hat to us

An old knife sharpener would push his cart through the alley ringing a bell, housewives would bring out knives and scissors for sharpening

There were always the traveling musicians, two or three playing guitars and singing, doing requests, people tied money in a handkerchief and threw it down to them from their back porches, the Musicians would take the money and leave the hanky on the fence,

On Broadway and Wilson was a guy with a trained chicken that could do all sorts of weird tricks, He would walk around with it on his shoulder.

The Vegetable man with his plaintive cry, tooooooomatoeeeess, and fresh fruit, he had a horse drawn wagon
The Ice man also had a horse drawn wagon, we would all run down to the alley just to see the horse. and get an ice chip
We had the Ragman, old raaags neeeewspapers,scrap he had a horse also

One thing we did was chew tar, not all the time but on occasion, some one told us that tar was good for the teeth, so we would find where tar was placed along the streetcar tracks,we would scrape off the top dirty layer then cut off a piece of "clean" tar and then chew that. I did it and I'm still alive.
Today I would scream at kid's if I saw them do that.

Meanwhile back at the Barber shop, I couldn't wait until I got old enough to get a "singe" finally I was thirteen and the Barber gave me a singe
Now I don't know what a singe did , I just figured it was a rite of passage, to enter adulthood
the Barber would light a wick then he would carefully Singe the edges of your hair .
I haven't the slightest idea why, nor do I know what good It did. Hair cuts cost fifty cents
the last Barber shop in town just closed, another trade committed to memory.