Sunday, October 31, 2010

Mary Packer's Chapel of the Resurrection in Upper Mauch Chunk Cemetery

Jack Sterling led many groups through the Upper Mauch Chunk Cemetery this past weekend.  The tours focused on both the prominent business leaders as well as some of the more colorful characters of early Mauch Chunk.  Jack's great, great grandfather was the original Sexton of the cemetery back in the 1850s-1870s.  Jack is a member of the Mauch Chunk Museum and Cultural Center as well as the Mauch Chunk Historical Society.

Betsy Miller was a freed African-American slave who came to Mauch Chunk in the 1850s.  An herbalists known for making cures, potions and candy for neighboring children, she lived near Dr. Erwin's castle on Opera House Hill.  "Aunt Betsy" was well liked and her burial among the rest of Mauch Chunk is a testament to the town's early egalitarian roots. 
      



    Maura Phelan and Lauren Serbel and families look down the 100 year old crypt shaft.
    The hand pumped hydraulic lift has a window at left so the operator can see when the lift has lowered.  Doors at the top of the photo open to load the casket into the white-tile crypt room.

    Benjamin Barge was an educator from Lockport (below Walnutport).  He was a nephew of Daniel Bertsch, a man who acquired wealth through the coal fields.  Barge has a 100-foot, 80-ton monument in section 5 of the cemetery.  Each year, on Halloween a mysterious person climbs the monument and places a nicely carved jack-o-lantern atop his mortar board.  It is also said of Barge that the thickness of the pages in the book he is holding change from time to time, indicating he is still reading.  The Binder Brothers of East Mauch Chunk used Harry Bobst, the St Mark's Choir director as the model for Benjamin's monument..
    Here is Keith Bellhorn, local historian and curator of the Chapel of the resurrection in the white-tiled crypt storage area.
    This is the hand pump with hydraulic oil tank used to pump the lift up and down the shaft.  It hasn't been touched in over 50 years.
    Floor view toward rear of the chapel...Note the large granite marble in the corner.  It was retrieved after vandals rolled it off its monument, down the embankment over the Switchback tracks, down the steep mountainside and Opera House Hill, across Broadway smashing onto the Kennedy Spring on Race Street.
    This beautifully carved angel and child in section five is just one example of the work of the Binder brothers of Mauch Chunk that can be found in this cemetery.  The Binders had a marble yard behind their home along River Street on the East Side.
    This is perhaps one of the oldest tombstones here that is still legible.  It belonged to town founder, Josiah White's mother, Rebecca who died in 1826.  It is hard to imagine a woman of her age (she was 82 when she died), coming from the relative civilization of the Philadelphia area, to the unknown, wilderness town of Mauch Chunk.  If the light is just right, you can still read "Rebecca White" across the top.  Josiah is not buried here, having relocated back to Philadelphia.  He died of typhoid fever while out in Indiana.
    This is the rear set of panels in the Chapel of the Resurrection.  Each panel depicts a different scene of life conquering death.  Here, all true believers are being gathered, no matter what race or culture.  This is said to be the only religious stained-glass panel of a Native America in possibly the world.




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  • The front doors to the Chapel, donated by Mary Packer, Asa Packer's last living child.  Mary, though married for a time, had no children of her own, and neither did either of her brothers, who died childless in their 30s.  Mary gave to many charities, this project she dedicated to her sister, Marion.  Note the Alpha and Omega grotesques on either side of the door.
    Here Mr. Bellhorn holds one of two sets of original 'biers' found inside the chapel.  A bier is a stand used for holding up coffins for display. 
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Lehighton Boys Cross Country Defeats East Stroudsburg North




Lehighton continues to show nice improvement, losing 26-28 to North 3 weeks ago to beating them 15-50 today.  Six of Lehighton's 11 runners ran season best times today.

Lehighton Boys: 6th of 64 Dave Magyar 20:04, 7th Daulton Radler 20:06, 22nd Jeremy Gornick 21:06, 24th Josiah Evans 21:24*, 30th Ryan Coulter 22:27, 44th Brian Piekarski 23:25*, 50th Chris Bosco 24:02*, 54th Jeremy Rehrig 24:32*.

Lehighton Girls: 4th of 23 Emily Oldt 23:52, 6th Amanda Acabou 24:53*.

Middle School: Jeny Beers 14:21* for 2 miles.

Special thanks once again to Coach Marushak for volunteering for our runners.  Your presence is appreciated!!!...And thanks also to Amanda Acabou for taking many of these pictures.










Thursday, September 30, 2010

Lehighton Cross Country versus Pocono Mountain East and West - September 29th, 2010

Jen Beers, Amanda Acabou, Alyssa Schleicher, Emily Oldt



Brian Piekarski, Dave Magyar, Chris Bosco, Ryan Coulter, Shaun Mann, Jeremy Rehrig, Daulton Radler, Josiah Evans (Missing: Jeremy Gornick)


The Lehighton Cross Country Team continues to enjoy their 2010 season.
Amanda looks intense as she rounds the corner.  She also competes on her U18 Soccer team.
Coach Blaugh of Pocono Mountain East gives runners final instruction.



Coach Blaugh must be talking about the generous amounts of food the PME Parent's Club is setting out once again.
Coach Blaugh discusses the acorns near the first mile turn.
The team's senior leadership is comprised of 3rd year senior and former MVP Josiah Evans, 2nd year senior Jeremy Gornick, and 1st year senior Brian Piekarski.  Last year's MVP is junior David Magyar.  Underclassmen are Daulton Radler, Ryan Coulter, Chris Bosco, and Shaun Mann.  The boys are beginning to gel as a team with one victory over Pocono Mountain West earlier in the season, the first win over that team in several years.

The Lady Harriers lost much in last year's senior class with few ladies willing to step in.  The ladies are led by 2nd year junior Alyssa Schleicher and 2nd year sophomores Emily Oldt and Amanda Acabou.  Unfortunately, without the minimum of 5 runners, the girls are unable to compete as a team.

The Lehighton Area Middle School is represented by Jenifer Beers, who is having much success. 


Josiah knows how to use the hills to his advantage.
A solid group of Lehighton runners.
Daulton led all Lehighton runners heading into the first mile.
Emily charges Mya of PME on the uphill finish.  Emily finished 6th among the girls.

Not many things are as intense as the moment before "GO!".
BOYS:  Lehighton Vs PME:
Though the LAHS boys have shown steady progress the last few years, the shear numbers that PME brings is much to overcome.  With 8 of their 22 boys able to run the 3.1 miles of this hilly course under 22 minutes, Lehighton can do little to hold off East.  Dave Magyar finished 5th against East as Lehighton's only scoring runner.  Magyar finishes 6th of 37 runners, following by Radler 13th, Evans 17th, Coulter 21st, Piekarski, Bosco, Rehrig, and Mann (also battling a nagging injury, returning in this his first race in 2 weeks). Lehighton loses 16 to 37.

BOYS: Lehighton Vs PMW:
Though Lehighton beat West in the first half of the season, West took the win as they caught Lehighton without their #3 runner this week.  Jeremy Gornick was unable to compete due to a strained back.  Get better soon Jeremy!  As a result, West wins with a slimt margin of 26 to 29.

GIRLS:
Forfeit to both East and West due to only 2 Lehighton girls in competition.   Oldt finishes 6th of 21 runners followed by Acabou 14th.

Jen has represented LAMS well.  Here close to the finish at the Middle School race.


Friday, September 10, 2010

The Twenty Minute Before Midnight Man - By Ronald Rabenold

This is John Parker who passed away earlier this year.  An austere, great man with humble dirt-floor, coal-patch town roots.  He is not the Twenty Before Man, but he'd agree.  You lived well Uncle John.

The Twenty Before Midnight Man:


The hour did not divide them in a biblical brother way.

Rather, it was an artificial line that began to diffuse their identities:

Born exactly twenty minutes before midnight, the other twenty minutes after,

The dates would become the preoccupation

That would outlive them all.



He awoke from a deep nap, saying “…my angel…my angel…my darling angel.”

When she was gone, he set to the clouds, “This is the story of my life,”

Though he didn’t feel a thing.

He recalled the boy, who pierced his stomach with the pencil tip,

It remained at two o’clock upon his naval,

Buried beneath thirty years of layered skin.

Later he caused a second piercing, this time to himself,

Onto his own stomach, with his father’s own revolver.

The lead introduced his guts to the light, heat, and dust of the outside August world.

The Twenty Before Midnight man went back there again,

To the place of dusty shale, a path of Staghorn sumac, between river and canal.

He knew it by how it tested his patience,

The bluegills and the day of countless casts.

He never asked, “When is it enough?”

Though years later he wondered why he had

Foraged for grubs in the decayed logs of this channel,

Reaching it again, thinking, “This place has changed.”

This is the spot of Heath’s raft of unraveled logs.

It was said, when his face emerged, pulled up from this very water

That it still bared the smile of a boy in the midst of a summer day.

Gone, never hearing Gabo say, “A fear of death is the ember of happiness.”

That was the story of his life.

He did wonder how it occurred this way.

How he was given more time to ponder their deaths,

Than they had been given life to live.



When he crossed the line from twilight gray onto the rest fantastic,

He found his humility divided from fear, his consequence from obligation,

Unsettled as the clouds separating the gray from the blue,

He had not thought to thank them for the contrast.

He did not realize the covers coming down to meet the sheets meant

Her legs were gone, forever, from their bed.

He did not realize all the time he spent on longing,

Awaiting the arrival of the sensation

That would bring the smile

That would finally part his lips.



Ronald Rabenold – February 7, 2010 (Revised September 6, 2010)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I Look For Walt at the Bottoms of My Shoes - By Ronald Rabenold

I look for Walt at the bottoms of my shoes, while I move along,


I wait for Emily in white.

I cannot love them all,

I can only love part of myself.

My heels scuff along those drafty cracks along the wooden slats.

Opposing my own nature, I resist the chemicals in my blood,

I find no comfort in capital.

Take the hammers, sledges and saws, search on,

Look for the warmth that is there.

Go look on the blood splattered altars of Leviticus,

Go among the concubines and eyes for eyes,

Go, look for them, faded as pink as the scars from eons of treading,

They hide like grapes beneath their phalanx of leaves,

I search with my tongue, the progeny they protect,

They urge to press on, urging more to move on.

Look for comfort there

It is there,

Always moving along.

By Ronald Rabenold - Sept 2010


Acrylic by Randolph Rabenold (my Dad)- Late 1950s
Thank you Dad for your gift of your own kind of expression.  You're one of a kind.