For those of you who want to know, Where did Beth and Jerome come up with Elston? Jeromes grandpa, Barney Eckers, business was on Elston Avenue in Chicago. My Moms name was Estelle. Bob Dylan was also known as Elston There is even more to know about this wonderful name, but I will let the ( busy right now :) parents fill you in on that. For the time being, here is some history on Elston, the road, not the baby. My comments are in CAPS. Thursday, June 13, 2013 26 Comments The Northwest Passage: Walking the Length of Elston Avenue by John Greenfield (NOTICE THE GREEN) I’ve walked the entirety of 11 Chicago streets in order to experience aspects of the pedestrian environment, plus local architecture and culture, that I might have overlooked using faster modes. So when Rob Reid, who writes the history blog Avondale Time Machine, invited me to join him and his friends to hike all 9.5 miles of Elston Avenue last month, I couldn’t say no. The street’s namesake was Daniel Elston, a London merchant who immigrated to Chicago in the early 1800s. By 1830 he’d bought a 160-acre parcel in River West, located along a meandering wagon road then called the Woodstock Trail. (WOOD STOCK- HOW 60S IS THAT?) The multitalented settler established several businesses, making soap, candles, bricks, beer and whiskey; he also served as a school inspector and an alderman, and founded a bank. (PRETTY COOL GUY) While Elston was first living by the trail that would later bear his name, it was a plank toll road owned by Amos Snell, who charged travelers 2½ cents per mile to travel it. (2 AND A HALF CENTS WAS A LOT BACK THEN, BUT BY THE 1990S BARNEY GOT MAD THAT PENNIES STILL EXISTED) Displeased with this, local farmers staged a Boston Tea Party of sorts – they dressed up like Indians, chopped down the toll gates and burned them. (WHOA, I LOVE THIS PART. A PROTEST AND A PERFORMANCE- PERFECT!) Nowadays, Elston parallels the Kennedy Expressway, and it’s a popular alternative for drivers trying to avoid expressway traffic jams ( THIS MIGHT BE LOUIS :) but it’s also a useful bicycle route, providing a relatively mellow alternative to hectic Milwaukee Avenue. Last year the Chicago Department of Transportation installed one of the city’s nicest protected bike lanes on the street from Milwaukee to North. Elston and Milwaukee are the only two streets in the city that intersect twice; pedaling north on one and then returning via the other is a circuit called “biking the knife,” for a reason that’s obvious if you look at a map. (BIKING THE KNIFE. AWESOME! CANNOT WAIT TO BIKE ELSTON WITH ELSTON) 2c1e840e-be9d-4635-99a7-42405f3400ff The Elston Avenue protected bike lane at Division Street. Photo: John Greenfield I show up at the south intersection of the two streets, just north of Chicago, a few minutes after the 5:30 p.m. meeting time and don’t notice Rob and his crew, so I hang out for a few minutes observing the massive amount of rush hour bike traffic on Milwaukee. Assuming the others have taken off already, or else that I’ve gotten the date wrong, I start walking north on Elston solo, hoping I’ll catch up with them at a tavern up the street. ( THE ROAD LESS TAKEN!!) The protected lane features smooth pavement, green paint at conflict points, and lines of flexible posts and parked cars to keep motorists out, but I see only a handful of bikes here, since it’s not as direct a route northwest as Milwaukee and has far less retail. Elston is generally an unwelcoming environment for pedestrians, with narrow sidewalks, some dangerous street crossings, and views mostly of industrial buildings, garages, gas stations and big box stores, but there are some gems along the way. Climbing a small hill to Division, I turn around and enjoy a stunning skyline vista. ( A VISTA PARTIALLY BUILT BY M. ECKER AND COMPANY) Just before Division, Elston began curving northwest. I pass by the Morton Salt umbrella girl logo painted on the roof of the company’s massive riverside factory, and then arrive at North Avenue, where men with cardboard placards are asking motorists for change. Above them, the spinning sign for Stanley’s Produce features a caricature of the founder smoking a pipe, riding an airplane shaped like a watermelon. North of North, the protected lanes disappear and the street has a more desolate feel. (EVERYONE IN CHICAGO CAN TELL YOU ABOUT MORTON SALT. BARNEY WAS A MELON EXPERT :) Untitled At Ashland and Elston. The pink mustache identifies the car as a Lyft on-demand ride-share vehicle. Photo: John Greenfield At Cortland I pass by the Star Carwash, then come to the Horween Leather Factory, 2015 North Elston. One of the oldest tanneries in the country and the only one left in Chicago, it’s the exclusive supplier of leather for NBA basketballs and NFL footballs. It sits at the six-way junction of Elston, Armitage, and Ashland, one of the city’s worst intersections to navigate on foot or by bike. The dauntingly long crosswalk on the north leg of the juncture is almost completely faded, and I keep a keen eye for turning cars as I hustle across it. ( AHA THE FOOTBALL CONNECTION FOR THE GRAVILLA SIDE!!) A few blocks later I’m at Elston/Fullerton/Damen, much-hated by drivers, although I’ve never had any problem getting through it on a bike. To reduce congestion for motorists, next year the city will spend more than $36 million to reroute Elston through what’s now the front lot of the Vienna Beef hotdog factory so that it bypasses the junction. Unfortunately, WhirlyBall, where you can play an odd hybrid of polo, jai alai and bumper cars, will be demolished as part of the project. Vienna Beef plans to relocate to Bridgeport, and WhirlyBall will be moving to Lincoln Park. (THE HOT DOG CONNECTION FOR GRANDPA LOUIS) Untitled Outside the Vienna Beef plant. In the future this space will be occupied by the Elston bypass of Fullerton/Damen. Photo: John Greenfield After passing through the big box store hell zone between Fullerton and Logan, I catch up with Rob and his friends at Frank and Mary’s Tavern, 2905 North Elston, an old-timey Avondale pub. Along for the walk are Elisa Addlesperger, who contributes to his blog, and Mike Filipski, another avid historian. (WHERES THE BEEF?) When I tell them I started my walk at the intersection of Elston and Milwaukee, there’s a moment of confusion about whether we started at different Elston/Milwaukee junctures and are only crossing paths now, like the north- and south-going Zax from the Dr. Seuss story. Fortunate we figure out that we’re both going the same direction. Beneath stuffed deer heads, mounted bass and the famous “Avoid street congestion” ad for the ‘L’, we raise a toast to Daniel Elston. (L CHAIM! THIS IS A JEWISH TOAST MEANING TO LIFE!) 8855389168_2957840f91_o Alywind Musical Instruments, 3219 North Elston. Photo: John Greenfield We exit the tavern and stroll back into the hot spring evening, with the setting sun turning the sky a soft pink. At 3219 North Elston we come to Alywind Musical Instruments, a careworn storefront labeled “Accordians” (sic) in crooked pink vinyl letters. Owner Bea Zimmerman plays the squeezebox in Rob’s folk band the Astrohillbillies. ( THE MUSICAL CONNECTION FOR THE MYRIADS OF MUSIC LOVERS ON ALL SIDES OF THE FAMILY!!) By the time we reach the Kelly Eisenberg hotdog factory, near Addison, it’s dark and a half moon hangs in the sky. After passing through a lovely cloud of honeysuckle scent around Drave Avenue, at Irving Park Road we have to make an inconvenient right-angle crossing, traversing the street twice, in order to continue northwest on Elston. eda0c62d-6fdd-40aa-9f66-06aeb99e6965 Phixx606Cycles. Photo: John Greenfield Phixx606Cycles, 4075 North Elston, is a new bike shop specializing in custom fixed-gear bikes, for a young, Latino clientele, reflecting the growing popularity of the affordable speedy bikes with city youth. It’s a sultry night, and up the street teenage girls are hanging out on the sidewalk in plastic chairs. ( THE BIKE CONNECTION FOR THE GREENBACHER GROUP) The Two-Way Grill, a slender greasy-spoon wedged between Pulaski and Elston near Montrose, is reminiscent of Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks at a Diner.” This area is the center of Chicago’s North African community, anchored by the Muslim Community Center, 4380 North Elston. There are a number of Moroccan, Algerian, and Tunisian businesses here, including boutiques, restaurants, delis and bakeries. (THE MULTI-CULTURAL CONNECTION FOR OUR WONDERFUL MULTICULTURAL FAMILY. WE HAVE SOME OF EVERYTHING!!!) 89b6bfb5-ddf1-44fe-817e-fddd00051340 The Two-Way Grill, Elston and Pulaski. Photo: John Greenfield It’s really warm out now, and I’ve started to break a sweat as we stride, which is unusual for me. After crossing over the Edens Expressway, on the 5100 block of North Elston we come upon the Trinity Slovak Lutheran Church with a slender concrete spire in front, topped with a crucifix. Across the street are the Knanaya Catholic Society and the Bong-Bool-Sa Temple, a storefront Korean Buddhist sanctuary. (INTERFAITH AND RESPECTFUL OF ALL TRADITIONS!) At Foster, Rob takes us just west to Rabbits Bar & Grill, 4945 West Foster, one his favorite dives, which happens to have an excellent craft beer selection. As we’re bellied up to the bar, a thunderstorm materializes out of nowhere, with rain blowing at a 45-degree angle. Elisa, a bit delirious from all the walking, phones her husband for a ride home. ( THE BEER AND WINE CONNECTION- NOT SAYIN WHO :) fc4a918b-9abe-4c23-b23a-c606eb4d38d4 Rob and Mike at the northern intersection of Elston and Milwaukee. Photo: John Greenfield At last the guys and I reluctantly venture into the downpour. We trudge past a DMV facility, the CTA’s Forest Glenn bus garage, and a seemingly endless series of squat, beige postwar two-flats. I regret that it’s too late to stop in at Smak-Tak, 5961 North Elston, a chalet-like Polish eatery known for having some of the best pierogies in town – its name translates to “Taste-Yes!” ( LOUIS LOVES PEIROGIES. WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, EVERYONE TOOK THEIR DRIVERS TEST AT THE FEARED ELSTON LOCATION) Finally, drenched, we reach the northern juncture of Elston and Milwaukee, at about 6200 North, in the Norwood Park neighborhood. As the guys duck into nearby Jet’s Public house for a final pint, I take shelter under an awning and call the Regional Transportation Authority’s travel info hotline looking for a transit option. It’s about midnight, the #56 Milwaukee bus has stopped running, and the guy on the other line apologetically tells me there’s virtually no way to get home to Logan Square by transit at this time of night. The flickering neon sign of the adjacent Esquire Motel flophouse beckons me to rent a room. Fortunately, it turns out there’s a taxi office near the bar, so I’m soon warm and dry in my own bed.( AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. HOPE YOU ENJOYED FINDING OUT A BIT MORE ABOUT ELSTON. :)
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