I moved to Oak Park in 1970 as a young woman. I’d worked for civil rights and done open housing testing in Chicago and was drawn by Oak Park’s proactive plan for integration. With my then husband and small child, we bought a four-flat with two other couples with small children in 1970. We wanted to share possessions and extend hospitality along the lines of Catholic Worker houses. Among those who stayed with us was a biracial couple, who’d been kicked out of their small Southern town. A consciousness-raising group for women, men participating, washing machines and child care shared — challenging and exciting!
I remember finding the (then free) Wednesday Journal, the tenor of what it printed, and feeling Oak Park was the right place to live.