Backstage with Ron Onesti: Where Have All The Ballrooms Gone?
Ron Onesti: Where have all the Ballrooms gone?
This is a reprint of a column from days gone by. I just happened upon a friend who brought up another old friend who had passed away a awhile ago. His name was Nick, or as I called him, “Uncle Nick’. He was ninety-two.
I met Nick quite a few years back at the first big restaurant I owned, The Onesti Dinner Club at the former “Old Church Inn” in St. Charles. I had it set up like a Supper Club of the 1940s. Live music and a dance floor surrounded by white-tablecloths and crystal wine glasses.
If you knew Nick, you would have known him as a charming, dance floor wizard, with an infectious smile, great hair, a dapper demeanor and a tap in his step.
My last visit to him was at his rehab center. Our reminiscing led to the nights he would tear apart the dance halls with his “Lady friend”. It brought back memories of the forties and fifties when there was a grand ballroom in every neighborhood, and every classy restaurant had a bandstand and dance floor.
“We lived to dance back then,” he would say. “I was selling shoes, my buddies worked in filling stations (gas stations), and the girls all worked in department stores and bakeries. But on Saturday nights, we all dressed in our best outfits, polished our shoes and greased back our hair,” Nick said.
This conversation brought me back to the countless times my dad reminisced about those days as well. His favorite place was the Paradise Ballroom on Crawford Avenue (Pulaski Rd., now) and Madison Avenue, a bit west of his Taylor Street-Little Italy neighborhood in Chicago. On “big” nights he and his buddies would go further north to the Uptown area to attend the regal Aragon Ballroom or take the elevated train to the Trianon on the South side.
He would tell me about how it was during his twenties at the old ballrooms. “Everyone was dressed up. But all of us only had one suit, if we were lucky,” my Dad said. “So we would trade suits among one another from one week to the next just so that it would appear as if we had many changes of our ‘classy clothes’. We had a shoemaker friend that would let us borrow newly polished shoes that were left behind at his store. I was lucky because our family had the local tailor shop and cleaners, so I was never short of ‘borrowed’ clothing!”
Although these ballrooms were all pretty much built from 1910-1930, it wasn’t until the 1940s when the Jazz Age morphed into the Big Band or Swing Era, and dancing became more of an athletic experience, rather than acceptable choreography.
All my Dad’s stories were centered around Frank Sinatra and the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, The Glenn Miller Orchestra, Artie Shaw, Harry James, Horace Heidt, and Les Brown and his Band of Renown.
But as I read up on the ballrooms of the 1910s and 1920s, it was interesting to find that there were very strict rules with regards to what clothes were worn and which dances were allowed. Fox Trots, waltzes and slower dances were ok, the Charleston and other “fast” dances were “The work of the Devil”.
There were even attendants that walked around to make sure couples were not dancing too close to one another!
As I continue to open my themed restaurants, theatres and Speakeasies, I make sure the décor gives a nod to those classic eras when the people and the places looked upscale and gawdy. It was a time when class reigned, and elegance ruled.
2020 marks the 100th Anniversary of Prohibition, and of course, the 100th Anniversary of “The Speakeasy”. As most speakeasies were actually out-of-the-way, hidden, shot-and-a-beer, gin joints, classic movies of the day represented them as grand showrooms with dance halls and Cab Calloway-style bandleaders.
Many of the Ballrooms are all gone now. Paradise is a memory of dances gone by, The Aragon lives on through Rock Concerts. We just recently lost the famed Willowbrook Ballroom to fire. Now, the second round of the “Roaring Twenties” is just beginning. And hopefully, those magical experiences of great food, classic cocktails, and vintage ambience will continue to gain in popularity.
We tried with “American Bandstand”, but our dance moves paled in comparison to the Boogie Woogie of the WWII era. Still, our Club Arcada Speakeasy in St. Charles and our soon-to-be-opened Bourbon ‘N Brass Speakeasy in Des Plaines are fan-favorites. It is a sign that the bygone days of Boogie are comin’ back! Be Bop A Lula!
Sometimes I daydream of the way things were when my folks were “hittin’ the clubs” back in the day. The pictures in my mind are always in that rust-brown sepia-tone. Hip-guys with greased-back hair tossing chic-chicks into the air, their skirts spinning around their bodies. My dad as a young hipster, my mom with sleek, Ava Gardner hair.
This Sunday, October 2, The Glenn Miller Orchestra returns to The Arcada. It is truly one of my favorite shows because we have the dance floor open to bring back that “1940s Feel’ for a bit. Really, you should make every effort to be there as it is always a very special experience, especially for those who have some family members to experience it with!
And my “Uncle” Nick, twirling two ladies at once, the “John Travolta” of his time.
I never thought that simple sepia tone could be so colorful.