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Gordon S Hanson
May 4, 2025
Paul Russell Fine (1950-2024) moved in across the alley from me when we were 10-years-old. I can only remember being to his apartment once, where he lived with his mother, older sister Rena, and younger brother Mark. I talked to his mother on the phone at least once, but can´t remember ever having seen her. All I knew about his father was that he was a postal worker, still living in rural New York.
Paul was a frequent visitor to the Anton E. Hanson house, built by my grandfather, which can be looked up online. I never got around to telling him that I started sending homemade holiday candy--my other grandfather´s recipe--because Paul appeared at our door one Christmas morning with a box of candy for us. He said he wanted to "see how Gentiles celebrated Chanukah." I remember sitting under our Christmas tree with him.
My mother, father, brother, four sisters and even Whiskers, the family cat, were all fond of Paul. He used to enjoy teasing my sister Bee (1946-) and decades later would tell me that Rosemary (1942-) was his first older woman crush. He learned pinochle from me, Pamela (1953-) and Jeanette (1948-2014).
We were in every class together from 5th through 8th Grades. One puzzling thing about Paul in elementary school was that he never seemed concerned about completing homework assignments on time, but scored high on standardized tests, was a voracious reader, and always had a better job. I delivered the two-day neighborhood Southeast Economist newspaper; he had a six-day Chicago Daily News route. When the Chicago Bears decided to host the St. Louis Cardinals in their last preseason game of 1963, the Armed Forces Benefit game at Soldier Field--the Cardinals having left Chicago the year Paul arrived--we were among the 62,884 who attended: Paul got complimentary tickets given to Daily News and Sun-Times carriers. When his family moved to an apartment next to a corner drug store, Paul found employment there.
There was a large Jewish scout troop in the neighborhood, but Paul joined me in the much smaller Troop 520 that my father and brother Bob (1938-2014) had been part of. He brought ambition to guys who had never considered advancing beyond Tenderfoot. Suddenly they were all working on their promotion requirements to keep up with Paul. We became First Class scouts and friendly rivals, as patrol leaders.
At South Shore High, we were in the same division or homeroom and shared a locker for four years in the third floor south corridor. Our interests diverged: I lettered in football and track; Paul took ROTC and rose to a commanding rank. By coincidence, I saw him in a different uniform, handling a package on the back of a mail truck, a few years after graduation: I was leaving my overnight shift as a Distribution Clerk at the Chicago Main P.O.
Apart from Carrier, all uniform wearing jobs, having public contact, whether it was behind a counter or on a truck, had to be bid for. I asked him how he happened to get it. "Connections, I guess." I should have known that it was just a respite from his studies, leading to an MBA from Northwestern and a successful business career. Retrospectively, I could see how forward looking he always was.
Paul came to a reunion of the 1968, 1969 and 1970 South Shore classes in 2004, the last time we were together in person. We continued to exchange birthday messages in May and July, and he would call on Thanksgiving to speak with me and check in with our former scoutmaster. The calls were timed to catch us at a bar after an annual touch football game in a forest preserve, evolved from the tackle version initiated by Troop 520 in 1925. I was hoping to get him out for the 100th anniversary game, even if his knees and health issues confined him to the role of spectator.
Our last email contact was over his last birthday. I informed him of a small scale 1968 class reunion at a suburban restaurant on May 22, which conflicted with his 46th wedding anniversary the day before. I didn´t discover until January--a warm yet sad response to my candy mailing from Ramona--that Paul had passed away on May 29 of 2024. The better half of my boyhood went with him.
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Jane Cowden
June 4, 2024
Paul was such a good man. My deepest sympathy goes to Monie and family for their loss. God bless you all.
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