17, 1912 Ceased Publication Thursday February 1, 1951
Book 1 Volume
At this time I want to acknowledge the
deep debt of
gratitude to all those who have supported me in this endeavor. My wife
Queen is my mainstay and greatly augments my efforts. I realize that I
sometimes must drive her nuts with my ravings and antics. Her support
has been my backbone.
My son George,
grandsons; Andy and Jason
instrumental in making this thing appear at all. They all suffer an old
fool well, my thanks to them all. I also deeply appreciate the
responses from my readers. They have been wonderful. I appreciate you
June 05, 2004, 7:55 AM 55 deg at LVIA and 56.8 in the bus
Well. It is
Saturday and it is raining,
Ha!! This afternoon the Lafayette Avenue Elliston’s will be heading
back to Wilmington, Delaware, known by some as the armpit of the east
coast. I guess it gets darn bad down there with all the odors and
humidity during the summer.
As usual, I read
Saturday’s Times News.
It has some
darn good stuff in it today. Pattie writes about winning the lottery
and her feelings about life and what is important. I can relate to that
because I won the lottery big time when my Queen decided she would
marry me. I have never been sorry. It is very good and well
reading at http://www.tnonline.com/online/frontopinion.html I
also enjoyed Bob Urban’s trip to Baltimore Md. and Camden Yards
to a Yankee-Orioles baseball game given as a belated gift by his son.
It is obvious that Bob loves baseball and all it’s facets.
Then, there was Ginny Smith’s story
about families living in varying
degrees of proximity to one another. All were very good.
think we have beaten the chipmunk.
He found he could get up there and
eat all the sunflower seed he wanted
without causing his weight to close the door, as it does with
squirrels. However, an old pizza pan seems to have stopped him cold.
We are both tired today. Queen has
been working very hard lately. Oh, I
know I can’t change her. It is the old “I’m me, and you are you trick,
however, she always gives any job all she has got. Many times my
entreaties seem to fall on deaf ears. Me, I am good at loafing!
It is not an awe-inspiring day today.
There was neither swimming nor
any walk today. We miss getting out. It is too damp and chilly to sit
out in the tent today.
The Elliston’s stopped by on their
way back to Delaware after lunch.
They picked up my other computer and took it back to the “shop” for
necessary repairs and upgrading.
Honestly, we didn’t do much of
anything today. We never got the car out
or left the patch.
June 06, 2004, 7:20 AM 55 Deg at LVIA and 53.7 in the bus stop
This morning the
weight is 202 and the
is145. It is still cloudy and cool outside.
We went for a walk
this morning. That is
we both missed yesterday. It wasn’t a lovely day, but it was wonderful
just getting out and walking.
Since today is the
60th anniversary of
Overlord or D-day I found many interesting sites, history buffs may
enjoy. It is
interesting. Then for
the cooks, here is a recipe site: http://www-2.cs.cmu.edu/~mjw/recipes/
It doesn’t look
very promising today for
much in the
way of any swimming, at least not for this old geezer.
Here is a shot of
the area near the
Co building in the upper left. Later to be the Palmerton Printing Co.
and now Pencor’s corporate offices. In addition, the old firehouse and
Chestnut Ridge train station can be seen. On one way, the steam engine
pulled the cars and then pushed them on the return trip.
a train is in the station
I have been looking at the old 1915
picture of town and blowing up
sections for these pages. It certainly amazes me in it’s detail for its
day. Looking at this picture, it appears to me to have been taken
somewhere before noon. Look at the shadow beneath the bridge on 3rd
is the mansion on top of Marshall’s hill
is a photograph of the mural of the Horse Head Inn on the “hide” of
Administration Building and Horse Head Inn complex with stables and
Tonight for supper
Queen had a boneless
each, half of a baked potato, broccoli for her and cauliflower with a
bit of cheese on it for me, as well as our usual cottage cheese and a
bit of leftover cranberry sauce. She finished it with a slice of
Rhubarb crisp with a dollop of ice cream and coffee. It was an
This evening Queen
and I sat and watched
channel. It had marvelous footage of D-day and was stuff I never saw
before. The scaling of that French cliff at Pointe du Hoc was a display
of absolute guts and bravery. http://www.abmc.gov/ph.htm
is the memorial to the rangers at Pointe du Hoc
As an old
history buff, I
enjoyed it very
much. My God, what those men endured is almost beyond belief! That was
an amazing display of sacrifice, much of it by young men 18 to 20 years
of age. I could see that some of the veterans interviewed, for the
program who are now old men, had great difficulty keeping their
This occurred just before my
graduation from High School in 1944. Hey,
those were men my age. There, but for the grace of God, went
I hope this
emphasis on D Day will
engender a better
understanding of what is going on in Iraq and what they are enduring.
Times chance, circumstances change, weapons change, wars change, but as
General William Tecumseh Sherman of the Civil war said “War
Hell” and nothing has changed that!
I thought this was a good time to
celebrate the 60th anniversary of
that momentous day. As an example here is something interesting and a
bit off beat that I saw on the news wires:
gather at D-Day Memorial
three thousand people
gathered at the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford Virginia yesterday
to observe the 60th anniversary of the Allied invasion of France in
World War Two. Some attendees sought out
81-year-old Charles Chibitty, the last surviving Comanche code talker.
Chibitty and 16 other Comanche Indians are credited with saving the
lives of countless Allies by translating Army messages in their native
languages so enemy code breakers couldn't intercept them. People stood
in line to get
Chibitty to sign their books, bookmarks, posters and programs from the
observance. Many said they just wanted to thank him. Speakers included
Virginia Sen. George Allen, who said lessons from those who stormed the
beaches of Normandy are inspiring and make Americans remember that
there are times when sacrifices are needed. “
Monday, June 07,
2004 7:23 AM 55 deg at LVIA and 57.2 in the bus stop.
This morning the
blood glucose is 138
and the weight
202. It is still cloudy this morning but it is supposed to get hot.
I was up in the
tent with my coffee when
Lee Bollinger walked down Columbia Avenue. We exchange waves. This
morning I must go to Dr Nicholson’s office to have them call in a
prescription and then go get a prescription that is ready for me at
Today is washday
and Queen will be busy.
At least it
isn’t the biggie today. She is now downstairs and we shall go for a
walk soon. <Later>. We are back and breakfast is over.
This morning I fed
the tomatoes and tied
up a tomato
plant and put a cage over three others.
I accomplished my
errands and came home
to paint the lower park bench. The need for this had been broadly
hinted many times before, but for some reason I decided today was the
day to do it, there was no overt pressure from the Boss to do so. Ha!!
into Shea’s and asked for
a suitable paint. Young Mr. Shea showed me several colors but I kept
asking for something very red. Well, this is it. This also is no
professional job, but Queen and I both think it definitely looks
Gee, I see that
Harrison Gruber died
was 87. He, too, was a neighbor of mine when I was a kid. He and his
family lived up on the north side, in the corner house at 501 Columbia
Balliet, 72, of 253
above us died. She was the widow of Jim Balliet, W3BBS, who died a
short time ago. We saw her just a few weeks ago in Rite-Aid. We were
unaware she was that ill.
washday, we dined in God’s
once again with Queen’s homemade spaghetti. As usual, it was beyond
compare and without peer. Coffee and a part of her ice
cream bar finished the meal. As usual, I saved a bit of spaghetti for
lunch for tomorrow.
Tommy stopped over
tonight to see if I
enough to go to the pool this afternoon. I did call them this afternoon
and 68 degrees is too cold for this old geezer. I may be nuts, but not
THAT nuts. It is a long season.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004 10:14 AM 72 Deg at
LVIA and 75.2 in the bus stop.
I got a late start
this morning due to
problems. When I went to open my mail, anything requiring the cursor to
type in anything, started endlessly writing the numbers 123,123,123. I
ran every kind of anti-virus on it and they found nothing. I wrote to
Andy and he gave me the answer. I had placed something on top of the
wireless keyboard that was depressing a key and that caused it to keep
writing. Honest to God, sometimes my own labor saving devices come back
and bite me in the a*s. Golly!! So far, my web site has 121
hapless souls on my mailing list. Now, if I only knew what I was doing!
This morning the blood glucose
was 149 and the weight 201.It
looks as though it is going to get hot today. We were out watering the
tomatoes and flowers this morning.
Yesterday in my
travels, I came upon the
on the sidewalk at the library. Of course, I stopped to talk with one
of the workers and got a few pictures. I think Jeff George is doing the
job. It look like nice job. They were replacing the sidewalks with
looks like a very workmanlike job.
This morning I had to mail a letter
at the Post Office, stop in Shea’s
for a new screwdriver, and on to IGA for a few things Queen wanted.
In Shea’s I saw
Paul Koch, the plumber who installed George’s gas line on Lafayette
Ave. He looked 1000% better since the last time I saw him. He had
chronic back problems and had a disc fused. That really helped him a
lot. I am glad for him. He was really hurting.
On the way home, I stopped in at the
Times News and saw Sharon and
Pattie. Pattie just got back yesterday from a trip to Italy. I guess
with jet lag, she was having problems staying awake. I am sure Sharon
was glad to see her with all the work that is at hand. She had been
alone for the last few days; Joel Kern was out due to a death in his
is a very busy time of the year in the TN newsroom.
Sharon is very good at what she does,
but it can be pretty hectic
covering events like school board budget meetings that tend to run up
to 11pm in the evening. She often gets home late at night and must get
up a 5 am every morning. The crock-pot is an old standby at her home.
However, she loves what she is doing. The T.N. has a very good group of
reporters here at the Palmerton office. Queen and I like and admire
This afternoon about 3:30, I went to
the pool for my swim. I saw Gail
Nonnemaker and Shirley Neff leaving as I entered. She said the water
was nice, but brisk. That it was.
The water temperature was 70
degrees. It wasn’t bad. I did 12
laps and stopped. I will do more later. When I entered the water Keith
Billig was in swimming. We talked a bit and then I continued my laps.
As I was swimming, I saw George Ashman arrive. He too entered the water
and went for his over and back underwater circuit.
been down this morning to the 248-Hazard Road intersection to work on
cutting the excess weed growth on the ramps leading into town. When it
got hot, he had to quit.
He informed me that I had it wrong
about the Palmerton Press microfilms
being available at the library. They are still in the process of being
prepared. Sorry about that. Hey I screwed up. Ha!! .
As I left I saw Marci Rehrig
coming in. She asked also about
water, my advice was keep moving. As I was leaving the parking lot,
Honey Cyr and a few grandchildren were either leaving or arriving.
When I got back I finished installing
June’s installment of essential
security updates that arrived in the e-mail earlier. There were six of
them affecting Windows XP.
Tonight for supper Queen had a Betty
Crocker tuna in the pan casserole.
It was damn good with some left-over for lunch tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004 7:16 AM
64Deg at LVIA and 66.2 in the bus stop.
The blood glucose
is 143 and the weight
201. It is
going to be a hot one today. I am about to go up to the park bench with
I got this from neighbor, Mike, this
World According To Ronald Reagan
is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is
when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his."
most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the
government and I'm here to help."
view of the economy could be summed up in a few short
phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if
it stops moving, subsidize it."
is like a baby: An alimentary canal with a big appetite at
one end and no sense of responsibility at the other."
a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life
we'll ever see on this earth!"
friend of mine was asked to a costume ball a short time ago. He
slapped some egg on his face and went as a liberal economist."
taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but
have to take the civil service examination."
is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many
rewards; if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book."
I refuse to take your questions, I have an opening statement."
is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I
come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first [My
you see all that rhetorical smoke billowing up from the
Democrats, well, ladies and gentlemen, I'd follow the example of their
nominee (Bill Clinton): don't inhale."
have wondered at times what the Ten Commandments would have looked
like if Moses had run them through the U.S. Congress."
noticed that everybody who is for abortion has already
do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and
Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-communist? It's someone who
understands Marx and Lenin."
other day someone told me the difference between a democracy and a
people's democracy. It's the same difference between a jacket and a
teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of
aggression is cheap."
hope that when you're my age you'll be able to say, as I have been
able to say: we lived in freedom; we lived lives that were a statement,
not an apology."
Queen and I went for a walk this
morning before it got really hot.
Later this morning, we must go to Rite-Aid to pick up a prescription
and Queen wants to get an anniversary card for George and Kathy’s
upcoming big day. Then this afternoon, we go to Lehighton to my
audiologist, to check out my hearing aid.
Last night about 3 am, the fire siren
awaked me. They must have blown
it twice. After a trip down the hall for other essential matters, I
looked out the window on the east side of the house and saw a red glow
in the sky. This is what caused it.
house was badly singed
A garage burned to the ground. As
Sharon wrote in the Times News, it
was at the home of Keith Frank, at 562 Franklin Avenue. It is about
four houses from the corner, practically opposite what used to be
Heimbach’s garage, now Bennett Ford. When we went into Rite-Aid, they
had just gotten their power back but the phone lines were out. All
transactions were done basically out of a cigar box. It was a real mess
for their records system.
I was talking with
some of the utility workers and they said a lot of splicing had to be
done. Some won’t get phone service back until tomorrow, Thursday.
The house is quite cool now with the
air conditioner on here in the
family room. After we got home and just before lunch, we sat up on the
glider for awhile. Soon, we will be leaving for Lehighton.
<1:25 PM> We are
back. Lehighton’s downtown is like a furnace. The air-conditioned car
was a real blessing. I guess things are about as good as they are going
to get with the hearing aid. Now, I must get used to it. I told the
audiologist it is a love hate relationship that I have with
thing and I must learn to make the best of it. Phooey!!!
I went to the pool about 3:20 this
afternoon. Once again, I met Honey
Cyr as I was entering. She said Howard is very busy at his new “hobby”
of masonry work. We both commented on the fact that he is now working
harder physically than he ever did as a dentist. He is a good man.
Thank God, my hobby is not that taxing!
pool was well
attended with swimming
lanes at a premium. The water temperature had reached 76 degrees. That
is quite a jump.
George arrived after I had
finished my laps. Then it was home
Queen’s strawberry shortcake. It was wonderful!!
I had been speaking with Larry Arner
about all the bottled water I saw
stashed in their outdoor storage shed. He said it is a big seller. In
fact, George Ashman said it is a big money maker for them. Honest to
God! Then people complain about the price of gasoline. When I was a
kid, if anyone ever told me they could actually sell water in small
bottles, I would have said they were off their rocker! Golly!!!
George and I were both lamenting
aging. Neither of us have the steam
anymore to do all we would wish to do. Hey, we are not the only old
people. I tell Queen that some day we will have to give serious
consideration on old age. Ha!! It goes with the territory. So far, it
beats the alternative.
June 10, 2004 7:22 AM 68 Deg at LVIA and 70.8 in the bus stop.
This morning the
blood glucose is 133
and the weight
200. We are supposed to have thundershowers all day today off and on .
This morning we
went on an abbreviated
walk. It is
too humid for too much of that for Queen, however, we did get out and
do something. I think we will forgo shopping today, due to the humidity.
We have been
following the State funeral
Reagan with great interest. As I watched the funeral cortege with the
old Artillery caisson pulled by a team of immaculately kept horses, the
drummer with his funeral cadence, followed by the beautiful black horse
with the backward boots in the stirrups I was very moved. I learned
that the boots were actually Reagan’s boots. I couldn’t help but think
as I watched that riderless horse whose handler was having a bit of a
problem with the it. The horse was a bit skittish about his part in the
ceremony. I suspect the animal would rather have been somewhere else.
It was very much like the man under the flag draped casket. He, too, I
think would have preferred to be somewhere else.
Oh, I heard the
speeches by all the
dignitaries and the very emotional meeting of Nancy Reagan with his
casket in the Capital rotunda. It was very moving. But for me, the
sight of the public filing by his bier was the most moving of anything
I have seen, so far. We watched much of it on the news channels with
their commentary. C Span carried very little commentary and let the
pictures speak for themselves.
Last night, about 4:30 am, I
had a bad dream and woke up with
start. I had trouble going back to sleep so I turned on the TV. As I
went around the dial I came upon C-Span. They had live
of the mourners filing by the President’s bier.
Many who walked
by I am sure simply wanted to see, and be a part of history. There was
no laughing or joking just the line slowly filing by. Somehow, they all
seemed to act as though they were in the presence of greatness.
Occasionally the director must
have seen someone interesting
the camera would come in for a closer look. It was apparent that many
were very deeply moved. Those of the Catholic faith crossed themselves,
but occasionally some people would stop and wipe away tears. I saw an
old man in full dress uniform with medals on his chest stand there,
tears streaming down his cheeks and saluting before moving on. This was
not staged, it was real. Just about everyone was casually dressed. They
must have been in line for hours. People, black, white, and folks of
every race were there. These were Americans. There were beautiful
women, and plain women. The men also, were all were very much impressed
with what they saw before them. A small boy about 10 or 11 years old,
who I am sure did not gather the import of what he was there to see
with Mom and Dad, gazing up at the dome absorbed with the immensity and
vastness of the place. Believe me, years later, he will remember this
trip for the rest of his life. This was a cross section of America.
They were not Democrats, Republicans, nor anything else. There were
Americans. Watching this is why this country is so great. We may have
many faults we are not perfect, but I can see why the terrorist will
never win. We are all Americans and damn proud of it. This really
restores my faith in this country and its people.
Bush and first lady Laura Bush pay their respects to former President
Ronald Reagan at the U.S. Capitol in Washington, Thursday, June 10,
2004. (AP Photo/Susan Walsh)
Since we are not shopping today, I
decided to cut the grass this
morning. It was dry and not too uncomfortable to work outside. I took
numerous breaks resting for the most part up under the tent. I never am
in any hurry. Once I went inside for a pit stop, I was called to the
front door to be greeted my two women from “The Jehovah’s witnesses”
who were concerned for my eternal soul and had my salvation in mind. I
thanked them and let it go at that. Hey, they went go to all the
trouble to do what they consider their calling. At least, I can be
courteous. If they don’t get too pushy, it is the least I can do, but
if they push, that is a different story.
Then I went back and finished up the
job at hand. It is quite
uncomfortable outside but not too bad for me. For Queen it is a
different story. She has been a bit under the weather all day today.
So, we just took it easy. Since we want to see the services at
Washington National Cathedral, I doubt if we will be going shopping
until Saturday morning.
Tonight for supper Queen had a
boneless pork chop each, stewed
potatoes, and fresh green beans. As usual with cherry tomatoes and
cottage cheese to complete the meal. Then we sat on the front porch
with our coffee and a shared ice cream bar. It was raining hard, so no
tent for us. Earlier, we ate in the bus stop, but even then we carried
our plates out in a light rain. As I am working on this Queen is busy
on her computer.
flowerbed is planted at the Cipko Plaza. It looks very nice
June 11, 2004 7:14 AM 59 deg at LVIA and 60 deg in the bus
It is a cloudy
much cooler day, today. I
heading out as soon as I start today’s journal and the coffee is ready.
The weight is 200 and the blood glucose is 157.
after I went to bed
morning before I got up I watched the procession in the Rotunda in
Washington, DC pass the funeral bier. It is an utterly amazing site. It
was well worth watching. I know every nation has it’s pomp and
circumstance show of national identity. The British ceremonies in St.
Paul’s Cathedral of a coronation or royal wedding are very impressive
of their way. But right here in this rotunda, one can see America at
it’s very best. To the casual viewer, it looks like just a boring line
of slowly walking people, but it is much more than that. C Span has
done a marvelous job of closing in to view individual people who have
no idea that they are on television.
Last night I watched a father and son
slowly filing by. The
son was in his Boy Scout uniform with all of his merit badges. The
camera followed their expressionless faces during their transit. As
they got opposite the coffin they both saluted it and at the end of the
bier as they went to depart they turned directly toward it,
saluted and walked on. One just can’t help but be impressed with the
simple but very obvious display of respect and love of the American
This morning it
was an entirely
depicted. Oh the line was the same and the people did as they did
previously, but not the whole Rotunda is bathed in morning daylight and
the scene looks much different from last evening.
Now at 11:08 AM we
got back from a short
trip downtown. Now we are watching the funeral procession and service
at the Washington National Cathedral.
It was very
impressive. It all took
place during the
rain. Apparently it rained quite hard for a good bit of the time. The
honor guard stoically stood straight as ramrods through their entire
part of the ceremony. Of course I am a great big softie when a ceremony
like that has moving music. When the band struck up Hail to
Chief and then Eternal Father, the navy hymn I was a goner. My emotions
got the best of me and I simply started to cry. As usual the music did
I never realized the ex-senator
Danforth was as fine a clergyman, as
he appeared to be today. The eulogies were great, but Margaret
Thatcher’s was the high point of the oratory.
After the service concluded we went
shopping. We managed to get it done
in record time. We got home about 3:15 pm. It is still cloudy and
dripping so there is no swimming for me. After our rest I am finishing
this epistle and sending it to the censor and proofreader.
Please love one another , Mom
and Bob [Queen and Bobby]
is supposed to be
the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a
very close resemblance to the first”, Ronald Reagan