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September 17, 2007


I love your Chicago history posts. My family were Irish Catholic Southsiders. My paternal grandmother was a mortician and owned Walsh's funeral home. I wish I had been older when she died, so I could have asked her more about her life.

Happy Birthday to your dad!

Another great blog about your family. As your Uncle Paul's prior archivist, I recall he said that his dad and uncles had to leave the country to open a clothing store if they were going to be doing business on the Sabbath. I think you Zaid and Great-Grandparents would be happy that you are attending services and enjoying them. Maybe I should say they are happy, since we are assured that we never die; our souls live forever, and as charitable men, they certainly fulfilled more mitzvahs than we could imagine. Shana Tova

Your post left me farklempt...
It's funny how there are these generational swings in Judaism. My grandparents were orthodox, my parents became bacon eating Zionists, and my siblings and I are more traditional in our Judaism then our parents were.

I feel compelled to say, out of all of your posts, this may be my favorite thus far. I can very much relate to adoring one's grandfather as to this day, I have never met another I have loved quite in the same way as my own. My father and his history also fascinates me to the point where when he relays a story about his childhood, he teasingly interjects things like "and it was raining outside, it was a tue., and I was wearing yellow, to anticipate the myriad of details I will undoubtedly request. With 30 something years of Rock N' Roll in my heart, My dad will always be my reigning Rock N' Roll Hero!
Thank you for the formal introduction to Mr. Sam Karoll. He Seemed like one hell of a guy!

I just love your affectionate care for your family's memories and history. Thank you so much for sharing them with all of us. It's inspirational.

I inherited my parents' photo collection and am scanning them bit by bit. My sister has Dad's diaries and she is transcribing the 1920s period. Slowly, we're linking the diary entries with the photos - it's a lot of fun, and what a picture they present of the Roaring Twenties in Los Angeles. At sixteen, Dad went to work for Hearst as a copyboy at the old LA Examiner on the night shift. That whole world is laid out in day by day detail. I guess that's another reason why I look forward to reading your family pieces - to see how you take your raw material and turn it into good writing.

This is a beautifully told memorial to your Grandfather. 58 years of marriage! The "stay in there pitching" really got to me. I never knew either of my grandfathers, but I think of them anyway. I feel sometimes as if I know them based on stories from my parents. Your grandfather sounds like a great personality and a great man. And happy birthday to your father


This is Eric,Dave Karoll's grandson. I came across your site and just wanted to drop you a line. Some of the photos you have are amazing and it made my day to see my grandfather and family. Thanks for the photos and stories, keep up the good work!

I happened upon your comments regarding your family's ownership of Karolls' Menswear on State. A great c 1960 photo of the store is located in the book "Downtown Chicago in Transition" by Eric Bronsky. The business was a wonderful piece of Chicago history. I can still recall the radio spots on WLS and WCFL done by Dick Biondi and Clark Weber. Congrats and best wishes.

I ran across this post in a search on Karroll's Men's Wear. I worked summers and after school in the office on the second floor through much of my high school years (1956-60). I posted sales slips and payments to accounts and ran errands for the bosses. The money I saved went to help pay for my tuition at MIT.

I worked at Karrolls at Northbrook Mall in the 70's. I was the only female sales person. Sam Karroll was my boss, at least I think t was Sam.
He taught me some very cool tricks about sales. He told me to look directly into a person's right eye while talking to them and that would increase my sales and you have no idea how much!
He wore the same tie to work every day. I found that odd. He also was resistant to getting a new suit. We did everything we could to get the tailor to make him one, but the tailor who I know was there forever, said he wouldn't cause Sam would never approve it.
I loved him a lot. And for helping me through college by taking that chance was something I will never forget

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