masthead appearing above is not an accident nor is it meant
to be a gimmick. My dad, George R. Elliston was the owner, founder,
publisher of the Palmerton Press. I am trying in my own way to keep
visible to the world.
First and foremost this thing makes absolutely no attempt to be a real newspaper. For that one must read the Times News at http://www.tnonline.com/news/ I write this for my own enjoyment. I hope others will enjoy it also.
Below is the actual lead slug that was the masthead of the Palmerton Press in its days of operation. It now resides with son George R. Elliston 2nd.
Here it is shown reversed for all to read.
At this time I want to acknowledge the
deep debt of gratitude to all those who have supported me in this
wife, Queen is my inspiration and greatly augments my efforts. I
realize that I
sometimes must drive her nuts with my ravings and antics. However, her
has been indispensable.
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.
It is a humid morning today. In spite of that we went for a short walk this morning. Then I started cutting the grass. As usual it was broken into loafing breaks along with some 8 O’clock coffee. Then at 10 AM Tommy and I will be going for a Saturday morning swim. It will probably be one of the last of the year. <Sigh>
I had my swim yesterday and it went very well. The attendance is mighty poor, however the old faithful are there. George Ashman brings Howard Witham with him every afternoon. Howard was right there next to me also swimming his laps. Hey if I ever reach his age I will be glad if I am able to put on a bathing suit let alone swim. He is an amazing man. George told me that his daughter made it back to Georgia all right.
<Later> the swimming was
wonderful. The lanes were packed with true blue swimmers getting near the last of their season lap swims.
Last night for supper we had salmon, a half of a baked potato each, an ear of corn each, her excellent coleslaw, cottage cheese and fresh tomatoes. I had the last of her “Bisquick” cookies and she had ice cream. Fresh coffee finished an excellent meal.
for supper Jim made a special dish of a marinated London broil cooked
on the gas grill then cut into strips and put into a pan of cooked red
green peppers, onion, mushrooms, and olive oil. The veggie mix was
it was tender and then tossed with the meat. This mixture was placed
noodles. It was excellent. We had sliced fresh tomatoes, cottage
ice cream for dessert.
I received this from Norman Eckhart the other day. See what you think. I think it is right on the mark!! It is not overtly political, but it says a lot about how much of the public thinks today and the author’s reaction to the events of the day.
For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column for the online website called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.)
Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time because it praises the most unselfish among us and portrays a valuable lesson learned in his life.
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers
say, which means I put a
heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write
I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end. It worked well for a long time,
but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it.
a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the
rich people in droves and definitely some stars.
I saw Samuel L. Jackson
there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie.
But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars
are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people,
and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated.
But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model?
are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in
Porsches or getting
trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have
Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer.
A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.
Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world. A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad.
He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him. A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of
unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish
weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after
two of their buddies were murdered
and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists. We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines.
The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament....the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive, the orderlies and
paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery, the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children,
the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse.
Now you have my idea of a real hero. We are not responsible for the operation of the universe, and what happens to us is not terribly important. God is real, not a fiction,
and when we turn over our lives to Him, he takes far better care of us than we could ever do for ourselves. In a word, we make ourselves sane when we fire ourselves as
the directors of the movie of our lives and turn the power over to Him. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human.
I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin....or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good
an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them. But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and,
above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me.
came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son,
pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my
I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma, and then entered
immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only
one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
By Ben Stein
Faith is not believing that God can, It is knowing that God will.
"People say true friends must always hold hands,but true friends don't need to hold hands becausethey know the other hand will always be there."
I think this is pretty much how it is in real life.
Sunday, August 29, 2004 7:21 AM 72 deg at LVIA and 68.9 in the bus stop
It is foggy and damp this morning. It looked like London England outside this morning. The weight is 195 and the glucose is 138.
We went for a walk after breakfast and the fog had partially burned off.
It is very sticky and humid today. Now the sun is out and it is hot and humid. I hope a swim will be possible this afternoon. Things are quiet on the new house front today with very little activity.
Now at 3 PM I shall be leaving for the pool.
<5:14 PM> I am back to help with the supper. The swimming went well. George Ashman and Tommy were there, but no sign of Doc Cyr.
<After supper> We had Mr. T. Pierce Davies here to dinner here this evening. We had chicken breast, stuffing, green beans, corn on the cob, fresh tomatoes, cottage cheese, coffee
and Rita’s Water Ice for dessert. It was excellent. Then we all sat on the porch and had a great time talking with one another.
George, Kathy and Andy will be arriving here in town next Friday for a short visit. Andy will be starting back to college very soon so he must use his remaining time wisely.
In case anyone is interested it is easy to recover the key needed to re install your windows operating system if necessary.
Go to: http://www.magicaljellybean.com/keyfinder.shtml it will show you the exact product code needed to authenticate a re-installation. This can be very handy if you need it.
Queen pointed out to me a large spider web mostly unseen during the day but plainly visible at night when I take Butternut out.
Monday, August 30, 2004 7:20 AM 73 deg at LVIA and 72.1 in the bus stop
It is very humid this morning. We went for a shortened walk this morning. Queen wanted to get out at least for a bit before she started the wash. Showers and thundershowers are predicted for later today, that will probably screw up my swim but oh well!
This morning the blood glucose is 135 and the weight is 195. Meanwhile
on the health front Queen had a much better night last night. We
instituted some changes in lifestyle that seemed to help. Since she
doesn’t eat anything after supper she brushed her teeth with the
prescription fluoride toothpaste about 8 PM and rinsed her mouth later
as directed. Last night she had dry mouth but no tongue burning. Maybe
we are onto something. She wants to make an appointment with Dr.
Nicholson to see about her medications as suggested by her dentist. We
go this afternoon at 2:30 PM.
This morning I received a great e-mail that I shall share with you all.
Hi Mr. Elliston,
My brother, Joe Lach, sometimes
shares your wonderful Palmerton Press with me and my 80 year old
mother. So I'm taking you up on your offer to join your mailing
list which is free and worth every cent! I'm 49 and holding and
have lived in Palmerton all my life. The older I get, the more I
appreciate living in a small town - and, in my book, Palmerton is a
real gem. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories of
Palmerton with the cyber-set. I look forward to reading the next
issue of the Palmerton Press. Of particular interest is the great
debate between Dr. Jane and Dr. Marjorie Batchelor regarding the
wearing of girdles! Joe claims it's a hoot and Mom is eager to
read it as we have differing opinions on the subject.
Letters like this are priceless to this old geezer. These are really the folks I am trying to reach. Many Palmertonians those currently living here as well as those who have located elsewhere realize what we have here in Palmerton. Particularly those who now live out of the area. Personally I love being a hick from the sticks. The city life ain’t for me. I am counting on Barbara Shepherd for further word on this subject of Jane’s concern. Ha!! I have had other inquiries about her writings that I use here.
This morning I went down to the Prolog
office and spoke to a young lady about my web space plight. Since I am
no way in a commercial venture I have no need for a commercial site.
However it would be great if I could buy about 50 or 75 MB of wiggle
room for these pages instead of only their 15MB. A lot of times a
story would make a lot more sense if a reader could reference last
week's page regarding the same or a similar subject. My problem is that
I lose continuity of content from one week to the next. Not many folks
want to take the time or trouble to save these things on their hard
drives. I guess you could burn a CD-ROM, but what the heck there is
nothing immortal on them anyway.
PenTeleData has been in the forefront of
technical age and very helpful to its customers. Their anti-spam help
is first class and they are instituting a new more secure E-mail service
to take effect soon. Perhaps they may find this to be of interest in
promoting web use. They do seem to listen to their users.
She couldn’t help me directly but she said she would
speak to her supervisor and see if something is possible. Everyone was
very polite and helpful during the entire conversation. They are nice
folks. We shall see.
During these times it is a wise idea to
keep informed what is going on in this world be it terror, or bad
weather. Here is an excellent place to do so: http://www.emergencyemail.org/
I regularly get e-mail warnings at to weather conditions not only here but in places where our loved ones live as well. It is a valuable FREE thing.
just got this from friend and neighbor Mike. I hope it isn’t true:
Farmers' Almanac Predicts a Wild Winter By DAVID SHARP LEWISTON, Maine (AP) -
Gas up the snow blower but don't put away your umbrella: The Farmers' Almanac is predicting a wild winter with heavy
precipitation and dramatic temperature swings in the Northeast.
The northern Plains and Great Lakes will be snowy, the almanac says, while it will be milder in the southern half of the country.
The Northeast will have unusually wet weather - either as rain or snow, according to the almanac.
"The big thing is it's going to be a winter of extremes,' said managing editor Sandi Duncan, whose almanac hits newsstands Tuesday.
The weather formula used by the 188-year-old Farmers' Almanac is a closely guarded secret.
Prepared two years in advance, the forecasts are based on sunspots, the position of the planets and tidal action of the moon.
The National Weather Service questions the accuracy of forecasts made so far in advance, but the almanac says it is right 80 percent of the time.
Some people use it for planning weddings and other outdoor events. The almanac's forecast last winter was largely on the mark.
It predicted a cold winter and Mother Nature delivered a January deep freeze in the Northeast. The almanac also forecast a wet and cool summer.
And that seems to ring true in many places, including Maine. This coming winter will get off to a cold start in the Pacific Northwest and northern Plains,
the almanac says. Milder weather is in store for southern half of the nation, with near normal or balmy temperatures from California to the Deep South,
according to the almanac. Later in 2005, the almanac predicts a wet spring for most of the country and an active pattern for the
Midwest's "Tornado Alley'' in April and June. The Farmers' Almanac - not to be confused with the Old Farmer's Almanac in New Hampshire -
also offers up recipes, brainteasers, jokes, gardening tips and trivia. This year's edition also continues a focus by the almanac editors on finding happiness through simplicity.
An article on "Putting the Joy Back into Christmas'' noted that the holiday buying binge leads to personal debt and an additional 5 million to 7 million tons of extra waste in landfills.
"We're not saying don't give. Let's give things that are more significant to the recipient,'' said editor Peter Geiger.
The editors expect to distribute 4.5 million copies of the three versions of the almanac: the 200-page retail version, a shorter promotional version and a Canadian version.
Last year, the editors launched a syndicated column that's in 100 newspapers, and the almanac's Web site remains popular.
Now the editors are exploring a new medium.
"Our goal is to have a family-oriented television show,'' Duncan said.
On the Net: Farmers' Almanac www.farmersalmanac
This afternoon we had our appointment
with Dr. Nicholson to check out Queen in her quest for a solution to her
problem. He is having her get some blood work done as well as
timing of how she takes her medicines. We are reporting progress. By the time we left there it was 3:30 and I
quickly headed for the pool. George Ashman, Howard Witham, and Harry
there. In my haste to swim before the rain I got right to it thus
scintillating conversation! Ha! It rained intermittently as I swam and
others headed for the overhang at the bathhouse for shelter. Ha! Jean
arrived for a swim as well. I was the last one swimming when I got out.
but it was a wonderful swim!
As I was swimming I saw Larry and Suzy sitting under the overhang and happened to think about Gretchen’s belated 50th birthday surprise party for Larry the other week. Hell he wouldn’t be born for two more years when I started swimming up there. Geez I am getting old!! Suzy said tell Tommy they are waiting for him to come before closing.
But I must say I never enjoyed swimming more than I do now. Thank God this is something the good Lord has still allowed me to do. I am grateful. Dr. Nicholson told Queen today as we were leaving,” Keep him exercising”. Hell that means more of the damn Iron Works. I hate it, but I will go. Love is a great motivator.
Today was washday so that meant eating in God’s restaurant tonight. Queen made homemade spaghetti. However tonight’s was extra super special. Instead of using canned tomatoes she used fresh ones. This is a lot more work but the flavor was definitely worth the extra effort. As usual I saved some for a lunch later. Then we had a half of a cantaloupe with a dollop of ice cream on it. It was another one of her superb meals.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004 7:09 AM 73 deg at LVIAS and 70.3 in the bus stop.
It looks like a humid rainy day this morning. The blood glucose was 152 and the weight 197. Not as good today.
Queen will be going up to the hospital for a blood test this morning before breakfast. I will be taking my 8 O’clock coffee up with Butternut to the “park bench” for my morning jump-start for my heart.
I got out the equipment needed to process the tomatoes we bought at the
Farmer’s Market last Friday. We will blanch, skin, and quarter them and
put them in 1-quart vacuum freezer bags and store them in the freezer.
We will start this after breakfast. Queen just got back from her blood
<10:25 AM> We just finished freezing almost 10 quarts of
tomatoes. The preparation part is just as difficult as canning them but
they went into vacuum freezer bags a lot faster than canning. They will
taste great all winter if they last that long! Ha!!
This afternoon I went for my swim. The water was perfect and my 20 laps
went very well. It was pure luxury to swim today.
As I was going home I walked up to the car with neighbor Gail Nonemaker. She told me that as I was swimming Larry Arner was holding a Boy Scout Merit badge-swimming test. I was doing my laps and could not hear him but she said as he pointed to the two geezers swimming out there, “Those men out there swimming laps, that one man is 92 years old [Howard] and the other [me] is 82.” She said he corrected himself, but at 77 that is bad enough. I now can claim fame as an older professional bad example! Ha! Hey I don’t care. Anything to encourage youngsters to swim is fine with me.I was reading Linda Koehler’s column in tonight’s Times News. It really hit home to me. She laments having to re-learn her cooking habits. Here is part of her column:
“My Harry was a few pounds heavier than he should have been and his doctor wasn't happy with his numbers, you know, cholesterol, blood pressure. He recommended a change in his diet. Drastic changes. When he came home from the doctor, he laid two pieces of paper on the table. One was foods not to eat if you have high cholesterol and the other was a list of foods not to eat if you have high blood pressure. Between the two, it didn't leave much to work with.” “So, I changed my cooking habits. Salt is taboo. I use only olive oil. I try never to use pre-packaged anything, only natural. If it can't be steamed, broiled or grilled, we don't eat it. Pasta and rice are just memories. Potatoes. What are potatoes? He is taking a much more active part in grocery shopping. I never liked it before but I absolutely hate it now. I buy only for Harry. I bring nothing home for me. No Kraft Mac and Cheese, no frozen pizzas, no pork chops. Because I'm cooking for Harry. Because I do love him. But I sure miss cooking for Linda.”Ha! Been there, done that! I know how she feels though. It is a damn hard thing to do.
One thing she must do is to occasionally cook for Linda as well. Once
is a while won’t kill him and her morale will be a whole lot better. A
martyr makes an unhappy lousy cook.
I know with us our life styles are far different than young folks like Linda and Harry but it can be done. Things went along about the same after Queen’s pneumonia and then her stroke but it wasn’t until she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure that things really started to drastically change in the food department. We always watched what we ate but not very closely.
Since Queen is almost 10 years older than I what would she do if I became seriously incapacitated with a Stoke, heart attack, and all the manifold complications that can ensue from my diabetes? I know what she would do; she would do her best to care for me. My brother was an invalid for over 10 years and she cared for him. She would do no less for me. But how would she do it if she were in bad health herself?
That was when I decided my best course of action was to take a lot better care of myself. It is a decision that I have never regretted. Reluctantly I must admit that I feel the best I have in years. My lower weight is working. It is amazing what love can do!! Some of these last few nights with her problems in particular have told me I did the correct thing.
Son in law Fritz says that when I speak about food my voice takes on an air of reverence!! That is really true. I must admit in all honestly though no matter how low my weight gets there is a fat man living inside me trying constantly to get out.
I saw this picture on the web tonight. It is an old picture of the NJZ Central Lab.
It is almost bedtime now.
September 01, 2004 7:04 AM 59 deg at LVIA and 55 deg in the bus stop
It is a clear crisp cool morning today. I will be heading out to the park bench with my trusty 8 O’clock coffee. My weight is 196 and the blood glucose is a much more favorable 125 this morning.
It was great going for our regular walk this morning. A jacket felt
good with a bit of a nip in the air. George Ashman was outside at the
“Little White Church” cutting the weeds with the electric weed whacker.
took a quick trip downtown this morning I had to get gasoline for the
and then on the way home we stopped in briefly to see our favorite news
and dropped off some stuff for Sharon. After
we got back I saw Queen using
her long handled grass shears and she shamed me to get out the gas weed
and finish the job. Now Queen is running the plow upstairs. I imagine
will get involved with this also before the weekend.
About 3 PM I went to the pool. As usual George Ashman was there. Today both Howard’s showed up. Howard Witham came with George and Howard Cyr and Honey arrived just as I was leaving. I discussed Queen’s problems with him and he thought we were doing the right things.
I took along my digital camera and took some video from inside the big red mushroom. I had to double over and hold it close to my chest, but it only got superficially wet. The video is amazing. Standing under the mushroom with water cascading down is quite an experience to see and hear. In addition to the video it also records the sound of the falling water and it has quite an effect.
be going for a walk soon
<Later> it was good to get out and walk with my wife. We could see the young parents hurrying their children off to the grade school just down the hill from us. Believe it or not, I still remember those days from my own years in school.
Last evening Queen watched the
convention. I saw bits and pieces of it. She was much taken by Zell
Democrat senator from Georgia. This whole campaign is very interesting.
trying to keep in mind that a Kerry win is not in the best interests of
Clintons. Bill is preparing the way for Hillary and I suspect a
well-hidden hand may be involved in Mr. Kerry’s current slide in the
may never know.
think we will be doing our shopping this morning instead of waiting
<Later> we got back about 12:30 PM. Then it was lug it in and put it away. We got some tomatoes at the Farmer’s Market but there was nothing exciting about it. I did notice as we went out to the market that there was teams of surveyors working out near the Walmart new store location.I just got this e mail from Barbara Shepherd in Florida:
Apparently they are really under the gun this hurricane season.
I went for my swim this afternoon. Howard and Honey Cyr arrived this afternoon. He, George Ashman and I lay on our towels and had a good talk. As I was doing my laps I thought I saw Fritz Williams talking with Howard Witham. Sure enough they came up for the afternoon without any warning. Belva was downtown shopping and Fritz got in his last swim in PMPA for the season. After I got home Belva arrived from her shopping jaunt. They went for and had the pizza for their supper. We sat with them in the bus stop after Fritz’s swim.
Tonight we had the salmon filet we got this morning at Giant that was on sale. I got the salmon cooked exactly right. It was juicy and tender. Queen prepared an ear of cut corn that she cut off the cob and cooked in water with some margarine and milk. She also had some of her coleslaw, and a small red potato each, a few grape tomatoes, and some low fat cottage cheese. Some cookies and a cup of coffee finished an excellent meal. Then we all sat on the front porch and talked. It was nice to see them again. They went back after 8 PM.