The masthead appearing above is not an accident nor is it meant to be a gimmick. My dad, George R. Elliston was the owner, founder, editor, and publisher of the Palmerton Press. I am trying in my own way to keep that banner visible to the world.
My son George, grandsons; Andy, and Jason, have been instrumental in making these things appear at all. They supply the technical expertise to put and keep it on line.
I am particularly interested in reaching former Palmerton residents who may still find the old town a source of comfort and the remembrances of happy days. If a reader knows of someone from their own address book who you think might be interested in receiving this, please forward it to them. It is free and worth every cent. Ha!!!
Thank God, my mentors all suffer an old 77 year old fool, well. My thanks to them all. I also deeply appreciate the responses from my readers who seem to enjoy our view of life, dull as it may be, as well as the pictures of our town and home. I regret that some still have problems opening the pictures. At least, these pages don’t have to stand on their literary merit alone. Ha!! Thank God!
I have received this picture from several
title is, "Don’t complain about your
Golly, I never did like high places.
walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a
truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle
in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around
these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I
have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in
hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in
heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules." And
with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes
down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in
the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse
and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians
who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening
dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about
the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the
people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on
lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who
really is a very friendly guy and who has a good time dancing and
telling jokes. They are having such a great time that before he
realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty
farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes
up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is
waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit heaven." So, 24 hours
pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from
cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good
time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and
St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell
and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never have said it
before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and
he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator
open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and
garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the
trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from
above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his
"I don't understand," stammers the senator.
"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we
ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great
time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends
look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted!"
Tuesday, August 10, 2004 7:12 AM 63 deg at LVIA and 60.6 in the bus stopIt is a great morning here today. Up in the “Park bench” tent it is very comfortable sitting there with my 8 O’clock coffee watching the world go by.
As we continued and were returning home we saw Gail Nonamaker, her dog and Shirley Neff coming up the street. As they neared our place they caught up with us. Of course I had to take their pictures.
After our walk and breakfast I went to the pool for my 20 laps. The attendance today was not too great. However it was quite comfortable swimming.
Low and behold as I was coming up the steps after my swim, I saw this forlorn volunteer wave petunia.
They have a very spirited class
This morning after my swim we went downtown to the store. We stopped in at the Times News office for a quick visit. Joel was out but Linda, Sharon and Pattie were there. We conversed with all of them. Everyone is so nice.
Today I got e-mail from Dave Engler regarding the chain link bridge that was used to cross the Lehigh River years ago. It was quite a feat as I recall. I remember my Mom driving the old Packard over it to go to Allentown. If it was torn down in 1933 I was seven years old. I also remember the river dredges, canal boats and the mules.http://www.structurae.net/en/structures/ftype/index.cfm
This morning my glucose level is 128 and the weight is 195.
It is a warm muggy morning today. I
see a soul while sitting with my coffee up in the “park bench tent”
We went for a short walk. Also we shortened it this morning because of the oppressive humidity. I took this picture at 1st Street and Columbia Avenues. I saw that the Village At Palmerton assisted living center is open for business and it looks quite attractive. It must have a tremendous view through the gap.
During Construction Now
Then on our way we met Marlene and Lee Bollinger on their walk. Marlene was not enjoying the humidity any more than we were.
I went down town and it wasn’t too bad. There was a lot of debris over the grate at Bob’s Flower Shop. In general things looked pretty good. I stopped at the park and took some pictures of the rushing water there.
Apparently Queen and I
slept through the whole thing. Later we went to Walmart and the
Market. I got some more lima beans and some string beans
Queen suggested that I take some more pictures of Doc Cyr’s work site at Harvard Court before he is completely finished.
Below are pictures I used earlier and now the job as it appears on August 10, 2004.
Pictures taken earlier in the project.
Here it is as of today
It is time to send this to my sterling proofreader, Queen. Then God willing I will put it on line!!