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Thursday, December 24, 2020

The "Bethlehem Is Dead!" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  Just finished filling our living room coffee table with holiday photographs.  I built the table over 20 years ago after we had moved into our "Beach House" in 1996.  Or new home was larger than our first home and we needed a few more pieces of furniture to fill the interior spaces.  The coffee table is about 40" x 40" with two glass panels on the top so we could place items in the table and you can view these items through the glass panels.  

The Three Kings: myself, Dr. Martin and my dad, Paul Woods
At Christmas we filled the table with family Christmas photographs. One of those photos in the table this year was a picture of my dad, our family doctor Dr. Martin and myself all dressed as the three Kings of Orient.  For years the three of us were the kings who visited the manger with gifts in the town of Bethlehem after the birth of Jesus. It was part of the Christmas pageant at St. James Episcopal Church in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  My gift was always the natural gum or resin known as myrrh.  The resin was used as a perfume, incense, as well as a medicine.  It seems that it might be a great gift had Jesus been born this year, since the coronavirus has just about shut down the biblical town of Bethlehem during the height of the normally cheery holiday season.  Thousands of pilgrims usually descend on the town, but they are absent this year.  Restaurants, hotels and retail shops are closed and the yearly Christmas lighting service has been limited to just a small group of authorized people.  The owner of the 120-room Angel Hotel has pronounced that "Bethlehem is Dead."  It is the same hotel where an outbreak of the virus stuck in March of this year.  The hotel was closed and the entire staff has been laid off with no sign of the pandemic ending soon.  About three million tourists visited Bethlehem last year, but Israel, which is the main entry point for international visitors, is banning tourists this year.  The city relies on tourism for survival, but tourists seem to be staying away to avoid the virus.  The Palestinian Authority has imposed a nighttime lockdown in hopes of controlling the virus.  This lockdown may last until after Christmas if necessary.  There have been over 620 deaths in the area already this year.  The Mayor of Bethlehem, Anton Salman has limited invited guests to just 15 to see the famed Christmas tree lighting scheduled for Thursday.  
Celebrating the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem will be on a small scale this Christmas.
A Christmas evening midnight Mass that is usually attended by hundreds of pilgrims from around the world is also being scaled back.  The event has been closed to the public with just diplomats invited to the event.  It will be broadcast live for those that have access to the broadcast.  Seems that no one wants to be responsible for inviting large amounts of people and chancing a great loss of life on one of the holiest days in Bethlehem.  It seems as if Christmas Eve will have to wait until next year in hopes of taking control of the Covid-19 pandemic.  So sad on such a joyous religious occasion.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

The "We All Have Heroes...And Now I Do Too!" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Picked up the "Perspective" section of my local LNP Sunday News and there was this young woman staring back at me.  Kinda spooky...to say the least.  And then I read the name above the story that accompanied the photograph.  Renee Logan was one of my favorite students when she was at Manheim Township High School.  I had her in my photography class and she eventually made it a part-time business after marriage.  She still lives in Manheim Township and her children are going through the school district as she did years ago.  A few years ago, while taking photos of the school musical for the Landis Run Intermediate School, I ran into Renee, who is now Renee Logan Heller.  She was at the school to help get the students prepared for their dress rehearsal as well as take a few shots for herself with her camera.  She was still the same Renee that she had been back in high school.  So full of energy and loving life.  The photograph that I was staring at in front of me today didn't seem like the same Renee that I knew.  

Rene Logan Heller, former student of mine, but now a HERO!

And then I read her commentary that the Lancaster Newspaper published this morning and I got to see her in an entirely different light.  She is still that same caring Renee, but finding it hard to understand the thinking of so many people who refuse to cooperate with our health officials and Pennsylvania's Governor Wolf and his order to temporarily close some non-essential locations in the state.   I have decided to let you read her touching commentary for  yourself and see what the life of a health provider is like during our current stressful times.

I took the photo accompanying this text months ago while taking a moment in the bathroom after doing CPR on a COVID-19 patient in the emergency department.  I was wearing an N95 mask.  I've had the privilege and horror of doing this many times over the past nine months.  Some patients survive; most do not.  This particular patient left our hospital in a body bag.  This patient's family never got to say goodbye.  This patient was among the 311,000 people who have been lost to COVID-19 in the United States.  This is my daily life.  So forgive me if I won't patronize the local restaurants defying the governor's order to temporarily close indoor dining.  And forgive me that I don't support the Lancaster County Sheriff's Office's statement the it would not enforce "any edicts from the Governor's Office" relating to the COVID-19 pandemic.  Forgive me that I find anti-maskers selfish.  When I work my 12-hour shifts, I'm sweating so hard, the moisture drips into my eyes and rolls down my back due to all the personal protective equipment I'm wearing.  My feet hurt, my head pounds.  There's no time to grieve for a lost patients because I have three others who need life-sustaining care as well.  And while you might think I sleep well when I get home because of exhaustion. I don't.  I lie awake half the night wondering if there was something else...anything else...we could have done for the patients we lost.  When did we become a society that only cares about things when we are directly affected by them?  How are we so selfish that we can call something a "hoax," simply because we have not experienced it firsthand?  Maybe you are lucky enough that you will never experience COVID-19.  But that doesn't change the fact that this highly infectious disease is in our hospitals, and we are dealing with it...on top of the usually motor vehicle accidents, heart attacks and other life-altering occurrences.  And while I and my co-workers will treat you with respect and skilled care even if you contract COVID-19 while sitting in a restaurant that should have been closed to indoor diners, or if you or others get ill because you hosted a big Christmas get-together, please know that you're the reason small businesses are in this position...not the government.  Because people keep failing to heed health recommendations and keep getting infected, and the governor is only trying to make sure we are able to care for you.  

Bravo!  Bravo, Renee!  I am so glad that someone who is on the front lines of this terrible disease is speaking up.  Perhaps others may see the light soon and begin to do what is right.  And, I'm so glad that there are people like you who are willing to work tirelessly to help those that become ill.  You are still the same Renee that I remember from high school, but I admire and respect you so much more after reading your moving commentary.  Thank you for all you are doing!  You truly are a special person!  You are my HERO!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Just posted on Facebook after receiving her COVID-19 injection.

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

The "You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  And...Santa will arrive soon!  I have written about the arrival of Santa Claus in downtown Lancaster, Pennsylvania many times before, but I have recently found a few more photographs, and even an old advertisement from the Lancaster New Era newspaper, to share with you to show just how important the arrival of Santa was to the city of Lancaster.  It was back in 1898 that the Beaux Arts-style Watt & Shand Department Store was designed by renowned architect C. Emlen Urban.  It stood on the square since that time. In 2006 the main part of the building was four stories of buff brick with elaborate terra cotta and marble ornamentation.  In 1916 and 1925 major additions extended the building toward South Queen Street.  In 1999 the building was added to the National Register of Historic Places.   Then in 2006 the structure was demolished except for the facade which today fronts the Lancaster County Convention Center and Mariott Hotel.  In 1934 a poem with the title of "Santa Claus' Secret," by Louise Price Bell, was printed on a Christmas folder that was published by Reynolds & Reynolds Co.  The poem was used to advertise the Watt & Shand toy department.  Then in 1940 Watt & Shand printed a children's book titled "Adventures of Santa Claus."  

Watt & Shand Department Store in downtown Lancaster.

Then in 1946 Santa arrived for the first time at Watt & Shand by convertible during a posh parade that included Macy's-style helium balloons.  The following year Santa once again passed up the reindeer in favor of an open cockpit plane which landed at the Lancaster Airport and the rosy-cheeked fellow was then driven to town.

Artwork advertising Santa's arrival.

Each year, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, Santa would jingle his bells from a variety of vehicles including a train, a wheeled sleigh pulled by eight mechanical reindeer and, of course, fire engines.  My wife, Carol, escorted him from the train tracks at nearby Water Street, to the square in 1965 as a member of the Penn Manor High School Band.  Then Santa would be transported to the roof of the Watt & Shand Building by a fire truck ladder.  In 1992 The Bon-Ton bought the Watt & Shand Building, but still continued the tradition until 1995 when The Bon-Ton closed their doors.  The tradition of Santa arriving in downtown Lancaster ended that year, but he still arrives at the nearby Lancaster Park City Mall.  It as another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Santa climbing the ladder to the roof of Watt & Shand.

Santa in the fire truck basket.

Children watch as Santa climbs the ladder.

Pen and Ink of Watt & Shand, "The Christmas Store"

Photograph taken by Keith Grebinger for whom I work at
Grebinger Gallery.

Click on image to enlarge.

Monday, December 21, 2020

The "Friends With Talent" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Just got one of the neatest Christmas cards in the mail from our good friends Jere and Just Sue who live in State College, Pennsylvania.  Carol and I have been good friends with Jere and Just Sue for many years and have traveled to Hawaii a few times as well as quite a few islands in the Caribbean with the two of them.  

The center part of the fold-out Christmas card.
The card that arrived today was a fold-out type card that when I opened it a Santa popped out, sitting on a beach chair, under an umbrella with a drink in his pineapple cup he held.   There was also a pink flamingo as well as a dolphin in the background, all under a few palm trees that were decorated with Christmas lights.  As I searched I found other beach related items to go along with all the rest of the items listed above.  Didn't take me more than a few seconds to realized Just Sue had picked out our card this year.  Jere and I have been friends since we entered 1st grade at Brecht Elementary School in Manheim Township, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  We lived a few blocks from each other, but never got to know each other until we began school together.  When we entered 10th grade at Manheim Township High School in nearby Neffsville, PA, we had a new member of our class.  Her name was Sue.  Jere got to know her a bit better than I did since he had quite a few classes with her.  We all graduated together in 1962 and by that time Jere and Sue were a "couple".  Jere went to sea after graduation when he joined the Navy and I headed to Millersville State Teachers College to become an Industrial Arts teacher.  Before long I found that Jere and Sue had married while I was still looking for the girl of my dreams.  The next 30 years were quite uneventful with me marrying the girl of my dreams while Jere and I both taught together at Manheim Township High School in the Industrial Arts Department.  
Traveling friends Larry, Carol, Just Sue and Jere.
We both retired from MTHS in 1999 and our lives began a different path.  A few weeks after we retired from teaching, Jere and Sue as well as Carol and myself were on a plane to Hawaii with about a half dozen other members of MTHS.  It was an entirely new experience for us and in no time we became best friends all over again with Jere and Sue.  When we returned from our vacation, Jere and Sue moved to State College which was close to where Sue had grown up.  
Many think that Carol and Just Sue are sisters!
We took turns visiting with them and they in turn came to Lancaster from time to time to visit with us.  Then we began to travel...exotic places such as Tortolla, St. Thomas, St. Croix, Aruba, Jamiaca, etc., etc.  We hit just about every island in the Caribbean along with a trip through the Panama Canal.  We grew closer and seem to enjoy visiting as well as weekly phone calls all the time.  As time went by, we found out more about each other and found that Sue was talented in many ways.  As Carol and I decorated for Christmas this year we found quite a few ornaments that she has made for us.  We also have a few really neat needlepoint items that she has made for us.  A blanket or two grace the beds in the bedrooms of our home.  In turn I mat and frame a few of Sue's projects she makes for other friends.  I grabbed my camera the other day and began to take photos of some of the items she has made for us.  Check out the photos I have included with this story.  As for the "Just Sue" name...well that goes back to one of our first trips together when our travel agent got Sue's tickets with the name Susan on them instead of just Sue.  Last minute rushing was needed to make all the changes and when we went to travel about 6 months later, Sue reminded our agent that it was "just" Sue, not Susan.  Ever since that time her nickname has become "Just Sue".  A reminder of our traveling times together.  The recent ban on traveling has taken a toll of the four of us, but hopefully we will soon be able to travel once more with Jere and Just Sue to some exotic location in the Caribbean.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

A pillow with a cross-stitch image on it can be found on our sofa.
One of many Christmas tree ornaments we have that Sue made.
Another Christmas ornament.
My wife collects reindeer so Sue made her one.
A small framed set of sandals.  Perfect for beachbums.

Sunday, December 20, 2020

The "My Christmas Gift To You" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Just picked up my latest copy of "The Fishwrapper" from the magazine stand at the exit of Stauffer's Of Kissel Hill near Lititz, Pennsylvania.  The lead story on the front page was titled "Papa Panov's Special Christmas."  The beginning of the story told me that it was originally written in French by Ruben Saillens and retold by Leo Tolstoy.  It is based on a verse in the Bible, Matthew 25:35 which reads "For I was hungry and you gave me food.  I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me."  Hope you enjoy the story that is presented in "The Fishwrapper" for this Christmas season.  

It was Christmas Eve and although it was still afternoon, lights had begun to appear in the sops and houses of the little Russian village for the short winter day was nearly over.  Excited children scurried indoors and now only muffled sounds of chatter and laughter escaped from closed shutters.  Old papa Panov, the village shoemaker, stepped outside his shop to take one last look around.  The sounds of happiness, the bright lights, and the faint but delicious smells of Christmas cooking reminded him of past Christmas times when his wife had still been alive and his children little.  Now they had gone.  His usually cheerful face, with the little laughter wrinkles behind the round steel spectacles, looked sad now.  But he went backdoors with a firm step, put up the shutters, and set a pot of coffee to heat on the charcoal stove.  Then, with a sigh, he settled in his big armchair.  Papa Panov did not often read, but tonight he pulled down the big, old family Bible and, slowly tracing the lines with one forefinger, he read again the Christmas story.  He read how Mary and Joseph, tired by their journey to Bethlehem, found no room for them at the inn, so Mary's little baby was born in the cowshed.  "Oh, dear, oh, dear!" exclaimed Papa Panov, "if only they had come here!  I would have given them my bed and I could have covered the baby with my patchwork quilt to keep him warm."  He read on about the wise men who had come to see the baby Jesus, bringing him splendid gifts.  Papa Panov's face fell.  "I have no gift that I could give him," he thought sadly.  Then his face brightened.  He put down the Bible, got up and stretched his long arms to the shelf high up in his little room.  He took down a small, dusty box and opened it.  Inside was a perfect pair of tiny leather shoes.  Papa Panov smiled with satisfaction.  Yes, they were as good as he had remembered-the best shoes he had ever made.  "I should give him those," he decided, as he gently put them away and sat down again. He was feeling tired now, and the further he read the sleepier he became.  The print began to dance before his eyes so that he loses them, just for a minute.  In no time at all Papa Panov was fast asleep.  And as he slept, he dreamed.  he dreamed that someone was in his room and he knew at once, as one does in dreams, who the person was.  It was Jesus.  "You have been wishing that you could see me, papa Panow," He said kindly.  "Then look for me tomorrow.  It will be Christmas Day and I will visit you.  But look carefully, for I shall not tell you who I am."  When at last Papa Panov awoke, the bells were ringing out as a thin light was filtering through the shutters.  "Bless my soul!" said Papa Panov.  "It's Christmas Day!"  He stood up and stretched himself, for he was rather stiff.   Then his face filled with happiness as he remembered his dream.  This would be a very special Christmas after all, for Jesus was coming to visit him. How would "He" look?  Would "He" be a little baby, as at that first Christmas?  Would "He" be a grown man, a carpenter-or the great King that "He" is, God's Son?  He must watch carefully the whole day through so that he recognized him however "He" came.  Papa Panov put on a special pot of coffee for his Christmas breakfast, took down the shutters and looked out of the window.  The street was deserted, no one was stirring yet.  No one except the road sweeper.  He looked as miserable and dirty as ever, and well he might!  Whoever wanted to work on Christmas Day-and in the raw cold and bitter freezing on such a morning?  Papa Panov opened the shop door letting in a thin stream of cold air.  "Come in!" he shouted across the street cheerily.   "Come in and have some hot coffee to keep out the cold!"  The sweeper looked up, scarcely able to believe his ears.  he was only too glad to put down his broom and come into the warm room.  His old clothes steamed gently in the heat of the stove and he clasped both red hands 'round the comforting warm mug as he drank.  Papa Panov watched him with satisfaction, but every now and then his eyes strayed to the window.  It would never do to miss his special visitor.  "Expecting someone?" the sweeper asked at last.  So, Papa Panov told him about his dream.  "Well, I hope "He" comes," the sweeper said, "you've given me a bit of Christmas cheer I never expect to have.  I'd say you deserve to have your dream come true." And he actually smiled.  When he had gone, Papa Panov put on cabbage soup for his dinner, then went to the door again, scanning the street.  He saw no one.  But he was mistaken.  Someone was coming.  The young mother walked so slowly and quietly, hugging the walls of shops and houses, that it was a while before he noticed her.  She looked very tired and she was carrying something.  As she drew nearer, he could see that it was a baby, wrapped in a thin shawl.  There was such sadness in her face and in the pinched little face of the baby, that Papa Panov's heart went out to them.  "Won't you come in," he called, stepping outside to meet them.  "You both need a warm seat by the fire and a rest."  The young mother let him shepherd her indoors and to the comfort of the armchair.  She gave a big sigh of relief.  "I'll warm some milk for the baby," Papa Panov said.  "I've had children of my own-I can feed her for you."  He took the milk from the stove and carefully fed the baby from a spoon, warming her tiny feet by the stove at the same time.  "She needs shoes," the cobbler said.  But the young mother replied, "I can't afford shoes.  I've got no husband to bring home money.  I'm on my way to the next village to get work."  A sudden though flashed through Papa Panov's mind.  He remembered the little shoes he had looked at last night.  But he had been keeping those for Jesus.  He looked again at the cold little feet and made up his mind.  "Try these on her," he said, handing the baby and the shoes to the mother.  The beautiful little shoes were a perfect fit.  The girl smiled happily and the baby gurgled with pleasure. "You have been so kind to us,' the girl said when she got up with her baby to go.  "May all your Christmas wishes come true!"  But Papa Panov was beginning to wonder if his very special Christmas wish would come true.  Perhaps he had missed his visitor?  He looked anxiously up and down the street.  There were plenty of people about, but they were all faces that he recognized. There were neighbors going to call on their families.  They nodded and smiled and wished him Happy Christmas!  Or beggars-and Papa Panov hurried indoors to fetch them hot soup and a generous hunk of bread, hurrying in again in case he missed the important Stranger.  All too soon the winter dusk fell. When Papa Panov next went to the door and strained his eyes, he could no longer make out the passerby.  Most were home and indoors by now anyway.  He walked slowly back into his room at last, put up the shutters, and sat down wearily in his armchair.  So, it had been just a dream after all.  Jesus had not come.  Then all at once he knew that he was no longer alone in the room.  This was not a dream for he was wide awake.  At first, he seemed to see before his eyes the long stream of people who had come to him that day.  He saw again the old road sweeper, the young mother and her baby, and the beggars he had fed.  As they passed, each whispered, "Didn't you see me, Papa Padou?"  "Who are you?" he called out, bewildered.  Then another voice answered him.  It was the voice from his dream - the voice of Jesus.  "I was hungry and you fed me," he said.  "I was naked and you clothed me.  I was cold and you warmed me.  I came to you today in every one of those you helped and welcomed."  Then all was quiet and still.  Only the sound of the big clock ticking.  A great peace and happiness seemed to fill the room, overflowing Papa Padou's heart until he wanted to burst out singing and laughing and dancing with joy.  "So, "He" did come after all!" was all that he said. 


May your Christmas be filled with the same joy that Papa Padou experienced on Christmas.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

The "A Woman Named Rosa Parks" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  Except for a young woman named Rosa Parks who on December 1, 55 years ago, was seated on a Montgomery city bus that had a movable sign that hung from a seat designating which sections of the bus were for "whites" and which sections were for "colored."  After one stop, a few too many "whites" entered the bus and bus driver, James Blake, walked back the aisle and moved the sign behind where Rosa was seated.  He looked at her and demanded she and other African-American riders move behind the sign.  But, she had been denigrated one too many times in the past few years and she refused to move.  So, Mr. Blake called the police who arrested her for violating the city's segregation laws.  Rosa had been part of a communal effort by many Montgomery women to challenge the city's history of sexual as well as racial violence and that evening in December she had experienced one too many demands to move to the back of the bus.  She was arrested that evening for her commitment to justice and equality.  And, that particular evening, over 55 years ago, Rosa Parks became a hero too many.  

A young Rosa Parks
Rosa was born in 1913 in Tuskegee, Alabama and was raised by her mother's parents in Pine Level, Alabama.  She was a member of the African Methodist Episcopal Church which had been founded about 100 years earlier and which had produced Denmark Vesey who had been a slave revolt leader in Charleston, South Carolina.  Rosa's mother was a schoolteacher and Rosa attended various African-American schools including Montgomery Industrial School for Girls as well as the Alabama State Teachers College before dropping out of school to care for both her mother and grandmother.  Her time as a caregiver didn't go easy and she reported staying up late some nights with her grandfather as he sat with a shotgun as the Ku Klux Klan rode near the family farm.  The Montgomery Industrial School where she went to school was burned twice by white supremacist arsonists, once just a year before she enrolled in the school.  At the age of 19 she married Raymond Parks, a Montgomery barber, who helped her join the NAACP.  It was the same year that the NAACP defended the Scottsboro Boys, nine African-American teenagers falsely accused of raping two white women on a train in March of 1931.  Raymond Parks led a fundraising effort in Montgomery in support of the boys as well as introducing Rosa to the organization.  Parks received support from the NAACP in her stand for violating a local ordinance when she refused to go to the back of the bus.  The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. called Rosa Parks "one of the finest citizens of Montgomery."  The bus boycott in this case lasted 381 days.  The effects of the case took a toll on Rosa and her husband and they eventually moved to Hampton, Virginia where Rosa worked at Hampton Institute and then to Detroit where she and her husband encountered housing discrimination.  She became a leader in housing  discrimination while working with John Conyers whom she supported in his 1964 campaign for Congress.  After winning the post, he hired Rosa as a secretary in his Detroit office.  She remained there until retirement in 1988.  She did stay busy in her fight against inequality.  Her husband Raymond Parks died in 1977 and in 1980 she co-founded the Rosa L. Parks Scholarship Foundation to fund college-bound high school seniors in the Detroit area as well as throughout Michigan.  
The Rosa Parks I remember.
In 1987 she and her lifelong friend Elaine Eason Steele founded the Rosa and Raymond Parks Institute for Self Development which offered young people "Pathways to Freedom" bus tours of civil rights, Underground Railroad and other historic sites across the country.  She published two autobiographies in the 1990s.  In 2004, Rosa was diagnosed with progressive dementia and died the following year on October 24, 2005.  Three days after her death, all of the city buses in Montgomery and Detroit reserved their front seats with black ribbons in her honor, and remained this way until Rosa was put into her final resting place.  She was one amazing woman!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Friday, December 18, 2020

The "The Weather Outside Is Frightful" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  Thursday, December 17, 2020 and the morning paper's headline told it all!  In what appears to be 72 point bold type, the headline can't be missed.  "COUNTY BLANKETED"!  The subhead read: "Snowfall tallies stayed on track with predictions in first storm of year." A large photograph, taken by staff photographer Chris Knight, shows a man using his snowblower in front of his home along Buchanan Avenue in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  

Our rear deck last evening after about 2 hours of snowfall 
By 7:00 PM last evening, 7.9 inches of snow had fallen in nearby Marietta, Pennsylvania while 4.1 inches had fallen in nearby Denver, PA.  By 10:30 last evening I was in my driveway with my snowblower trying to make a path from the garage door to the nearby street about 25 yards away.  Didn't take long since the snow was fluffy and in about a half hour I had cleared all the snow from the driveway as well as shoveled most from our rear deck.  We had ENOUGH snow for me, but certainly not any record like they said may happen with this storm.  Perhaps other parts of Pennsylvania may have set records, but certainly not my property.  As I continued reading the rest of the article on page 4, I saw another story listing the 10 worst snow storms in the history of Lancaster County.  And, what is astonishing is that I was around for each and everyone of them.  The #10 biggest snow was on January 16, 1945 when I was a year old.  Don't remember that one, but I do remember each and every other one that was listed.  There were three storms tied for 11th place with one of them falling in January of 1928.  Now, that one I wasn't around to see, believe it or not.  And, these records date back to 1798 when the first newspapers were on the stand in the city of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  Follow along as I show you the top ten (actually 11, since #10 was a tie) snowstorms in history in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  PS - click on images to enlarge them.

#1 - 30" on January 7-8, 1996

#2 - 26.7" on January 22-23, 2016

#3 - 24" on February 11-12, 1983

#4 - 24" on February 16-17, 2003

#5 - 24" on February 5-6, 2010

#6 - 20" on February 15-16, 1958
I realize the headline and the record don't seem
to match, but according to the newspaper...well...

#7 - 19" on February 9-10, 2010

#8 - 18" on March 13-14, 1993

#9 - 17.5" on March 20-21, 2018
Evidently the newspaper didn't have an edition on this day!

#10 - 17" (tie) on January 16, 1945

#10 - 17" (tie) on February 3-4, 1961
Same thing here...the record says 17", but the
newspaper headline said 12 inches.
And, we count on this for our news?

Thursday, December 17, 2020

The "Mr. Beethoven Celebrates #250" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  Big day for a fellow known as Ludwig van Beethoven.  Celebrating his 250th birthday this week.  Wonder if anyone will ever write about me when I celebrate my 250th birthday.  I read and read article after article about Ludwig and so many of the posts carried the same information about him.  Stories about a harsh father and a mother who died of tuberculosis when he was a teenager.  How he got his biggest break when he gave one of his cantatas to the world's greatest composer, Joseph Haydn, etc., etc., etc.  Then I found a few posts that told some of the highlights of his life and found many that were extremely interesting.  Thought I would give you a few of his life's highlights rather then a play-by-play of his life from one year to the next.  Follow along as I list some of the highlights of one of the most amazing musicians who ever lived...Ludwig van Beethoven.

A young Ludwig van Beethoven

Ludwig van Beethoven was born about December 16, 1770 in Bonn, Germany.  He was the eldest of three children of Johann and Maria Magdalena van Beethoven.  His father was a musician who taught his son to play piano and violin, but also was an alcoholic.

Beethoven's  father was a failed musician and a bully.  He realized his son's talent and, seeing financial rewards for himself, decided the he should be the new Mozart - he made the young Ludwig practice for hours and hours.  He died in 1792 before his son's greatness was truly realized.

His mother died of consumption in 1787, and he was forced to look after his younger brothers.  He took his responsibilities seriously; to the point where he refused to allow them to marry women whom he thought were unsuitable.

Young Ludwig had to leave school aged only 11 to help with family duties.  As a result, he never learned to do multiplication or division.

For three years in his early career he earned his living playing the Viola in an orchestra - possibly one of the reasons he was said to compose for the piano as if it was a stringed instrument.

Thomas Broadwood, the English piano builder, sent Beethoven one of his pianos as a gift in 1818.  But by the time he received it, he was profoundly deaf and wouldn't have heard a note.

In one of Beethoven's letters, he said that he thought his deafness had started when he tripped and fell over after being startled.  No one knows the real reason, but it is believed to have been more likely to have been as a result of one of his many childhood illnesses - typhus, smallpox, colitis, rheumatism, rheumatic fever, abscesses, ophthalmia, jaundice, chronic hepatitis, infections and cirrhosis of the liver.

Beethoven's final words are believed to have been "Pity, pity, too late!"  Apparently, this was in response to having just received the gift of a case of wine from a music publisher.

Beethoven's ninth Symphony is often known as the Choral Symphony, since it was the first symphony ever to have parts for singers.


A disco version of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony arranged by Walter Murphy and called "A Fifth Of Beethoven" was used in the film Saturday Night Fever.  

His Seventh Symphony was used in the 2010 award-winning film, "The King's Speech."

Beethoven didn't call his Sonata Opus 27, No. 2 the "Moonlight Sonata."  He called it No. 14.  The name was penned by the German poet Ludwig Relistab some years after Beethoven had died.  Apparently, the poet thought the music sounded like moonlight reflecting on Lake Lucerne.  The name stuck.

After realizing that his deafness was permanent and irreversible, Beethoven wrote a letter in 1802 to his two younger brothers - it is now known as the Heiligenstadt Testament - in which he faced up to his disability (surely the greatest a musician/composer can suffer) and announced his determination to overcome it.  The letter was never sent and was found in his papers after his death in 1827.

After becoming deaf he communicated with his friends with "conversation books" where they would write down what they wanted to ask him.

Deafness began to affect him when he was only 25 years old.  He suffered from tinnitus for some years before it deteriorated completely.

His birth date is not actually known.  He was baptized on December 17, 1770, so it is usually assumed that he would have been born on the previous day since children at the time were baptized quickly on account that many of them didn't survive very long. 

Beethoven always fell in love with unobtainable women so never consummated his love or married.

His first composition was written when he was only 12.  It was a set of 9 variations for piano in C minor. 

The final movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is known as the "Ode to Joy" - words in the movement are sung to the poem of the same written by Freidrich Schiller in 1785.  The piece was adopted as the "National Anthem of Europe" by the EU.  

Beethoven died during a thunderstorm on the 29th of March, 1827 in Vienna.  When he died his headstone had only a single word - "Beethoven".  Such was his fame at the time; it was all that was needed.

So, during this week of his birthday, try and listen to one of his compositions if you can.  He was one of the greatest composers who will be remembered forever.  I often thought what it would be like to be remembered forever, but I will never have to worry about it.  My only claim to being like Ludwig van Beethoven is that we both had a hearing loss.  As for me...I am lucky enough that I can have aide with my hearing.  Happy Birthday ... Mr. Ludwig van Beethoven!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

The "Some People Never Give Up" Story

 It was an ordinary day.  Waiting for "The Saturday Evening Post" to appear in my mailbox.  I still enjoy reading the magazine, but wish it was monthly rather than bi-monthly.  But, perhaps it is a monthly publication and my mailman keeps every other issue to read himself.  Now that's something I have to inquire about when I see him the next time.  Often wondered why he had a smile on his face all the time.  The Saturday Evening Post does that to you...you know!  The Saturday Evening Post was published for the first time in 1821.  Not sure what month, but doesn't matter since I wasn't alive back then anyway.  It was printed in the same print shop at 53 Market Street in Philadelphia as the Pennsylvania Gazette had been published in during the 18th century.  I love the formatt of the magazine as well as the stories, cartoons, illustrations and even the advertisements.  But, perhaps my favorite part of the magazine is the cover.  The Saturday Evening Post has had some of the top cover artists over the years such as Norman Rockwell and J.C. Leyendecker.  I have even featured a few of the covers in some of my stories in the past.  But, they have also had another artist who I enjoyed.  Guy by the name of Tony Sara who was said to have been one of the most unusual...and happiest...creative oddballs to work as an illustrator for the Post.  He was known to have said "I never had so much as an hour of art instruction."  Maybe true, but he had lots of creative adventures that proved to be a good substitute.  Tony was born in 1880.  His father was a German diplomat who sent Tony to a military academy at the age of 14.  Now, I have a friend whose dad sent him to a military academy, but that was because at the age of 15 he took the family car out of the garage at night and went joyriding in it.  After 6 years at the academy, Tony was commissioned a lieutenant in the German army.  Yep, a guy who got into trouble all the time ended up a lieutenant in the army!  Wasn't long before he resigned his commission and became a puppeteer.  Shortly, he fell in love with an American girl named Bertha McGowan, moved to the USA and married her in 1909.  

He tried quite a few careers, most without success.  First he designed wallpaper, than prepared ads for a marmalade company, then wrote guide books and finally opened a curiosity shop where he built and sold puppets.  Nothing seemed to work so he tried a career as an animator and illustrator for children's books.  But, he still wanted to be a puppeteer.  He learned the trade watching "The Great Holden" and eventually put on marionette shows in the windows of Macy's Department Store in Manhattan at Christmas.  He also sold cartoons to a publication called "The Sketch."  He wasn't very good as a cartoonist, but people liked his jokes that went with his cartoons.  With practice he slowly became competent and he persuaded the Saturday Evening Post to give him a chance.  By 1915 his art was appearing on the cover.  Three times to be exact!  Evidently cover artists used oil paints and Tony didn't like to paint in oil.  "Took too long to dry," he would say.  So, he began to illustrate for writers in the Post.  One such writer was Sinclair Lewis.  All along, he kept up his stints as a puppeteer for Macy's and in 1924 when Macy's began its famous tradition of a Thanksgiving parade, he came up with the idea of having a blimp in the shape of a funny animal filled with helium and placed in the parade.  
Macy's Parade balloon designed by Tony Sara
Tony persuaded the Goodyear company in Akron, Ohio to make a huge Mickey Mouse and Ferdinand the Bull balloon.  He viewed these balloons as reverse marionettes with strings controlled from the bottom rather than the top.  His new invention was a huge success and still is to this day.  Than in 1936 he took one of the big balloons and told of a big sea monster off the coast of Nantucket.  He made massive footprints in the sand where the beast allegedly came ashore.  Really attracted attention, and Tony became a national celebrity.  Tony Sarg might not have had the most, or best, artistic ability, but artistic talent was only one of the considerations in becoming a successful illustrator.  Check out some of the work that he had done for the Saturday Evening Post.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  PS. The following were pages from the Saturday Evening Post and were all illustrated by Tony 
Sara.  Click on them to enlarge them.







Tuesday, December 15, 2020

The "An Early Christmas Gift Well Received" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Just opened an early Christmas present that was given to me by my dear wife.  For the past several years she has given me a membership to LancasterHistory.org.  
LancasterHistory.org is a local-history museum featuring exhibitions, a Research Center, arboretum and tours of President James Buchanan's Wheatland.  I make quite a few visits on a yearly basis in order to do research or take photograph for this blog.  And, without a membership, it would be rather costly.  So a couple of years ago my wife, Carol, asked if I would like a membership at LancasterHistory.org.  What a neat idea I told her.  So, every year since then I receive my yearly membership to LancasterHistory.org.  In the mail today I received my new membership card and a congratulation notice for LancasaterHistory.org once again.

 The letter that accompanied the membership card told me they are working hard to provide me with access to history from home.  I will find a growing list of resources on their website from online exhibitions and teaching tools to articles, videos and blogs about their collections.  Their staff is working to develop new ways to educate and entertain me with the rich history of Lancaster.  I must admit that quite a few of my stories I have written for this blog were researched at LancasterHistory.org.  At the bottom of the trip-folded letter was my new yearly membership card.  My wife examined the card and said, "This card is good from 12/3/2020 to 3/16/2022.  Wow!  I had read that they may extend the membership card due to having to be closed for a few months this year, and they kept their word.  But, what I was most impressed with was the actual card that was at the bottom of the letter.  It wasn't on paper, even heavy paper.  It was printed on a light-weight plastic.  
You can see the narrow strip of tape holding the bottom
1/3 of the letter in place.  You can also see
how the card can be released from the plastic sheet.
The entire bottom third of the letter was a piece of plastic.  And then, I saw the extremely tiny lettering in the bottom left corner of that one-third plastic page which read: Manufactured using technology discussed in patent number 7,618,034 & 8,066,271.  The actual membership card was a thin plastic that was die-cut so when I pushed on it, it popped out of the plastic.  Pretty neat.  And, since I taught graphic arts in high school for almost 35 years, I was really impressed with the technology that was used to prepare this card for me.  Actually the bottom-third of the letter was taped in place with a piece of cellophane tape about 3/8" wide.  And, I'm sure it was done mechanically and not by someone sitting down and pasting it on by hand.  The 1/3 page had the name on it of "REALCARD".  I thanked my wife for the really neat present once again and punched out the card to put in my wallet.  For now I can only visit LancasterHistory.org at www.lancasterhistory.org.  Hopefully I will soon be able to physically make visits to the museum in person.  But, safety is the best medicine at present to keep all members of LancasterHistory.org healthy.  Hope all of you get as nice a holiday gift as I did from my wife with my new membership card.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Monday, December 14, 2020

The "How Many Remember A Fellow Named Red Skelton?" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading a list of performers who have a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.  Checking out some of the latest "Star" recipients and saw "The Lettermen" and "Dr. Phil."  Then I began to look over the entire list of 2,690 "Stars" who are on the Walk of Fame and found one guy whom I haven't heard about for years.  

Richard "Red" Skelton
Guy by the name of Richard "Red" Skelton.  I can remember watching him when he had a comedy show known as "The Red Skelton Hour" which began in 1962 when I was a senior in high school.  The show was on CBS and we watched it in black and white.  But, that wasn't his first television show, since he began his television career on September 30, 1951 when he starred in "The Red Skelton Show" on NBC.  His show on CBS had high ratings, but for some reason was canceled in 1970 when the network believed that more youth-oriented programs were needed to attract younger viewers and their spending power.  Hey, I was a young viewer and I loved the show!  Guess I didn't have enough money to suit them.  
How I remember Red Skelton
Mr. Skelton began developing his comedic and pantomime skills at the age of 10, when he became part of a traveling medicine show.  He then spent time on a showboat, worked the burlesque circuit and entered into vaudeville in 1934.  The "Doughnut Dunkers" pantomime sketch launched a career for him in vaudeville, radio and films.  But, I remember him best from television.  After leaving television, he spent his time making personal appearances as well as working on his paintings.  Now, I must admit that I had no idea that Red Skelton was an artist.  As it turns out, he was a prolific and talented artist who painted clowns.  Then in 1964 his wife, Georgia, persuaded him to show his work at the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas while he was performing there.  Sales of his original paintings were successful.  He also sold prints and lithographs and earned $2.5 MILLION yearly on lithograph sales.  So why would he want to try to entertain people with his comedy when he could paint and make big bucks?  Well, Red believed that his life's work was to make people laugh and he'd rather have been known as a clown than an artist.  
Red in his later years.
I must admit I never knew he was an artist until I began to read about his life.  His career as a performer and entertainer lasted 70 years and covered three generations of Americans.  When he died on September 17, 1997, his art dealer said that Red had earned more money through his paintings than from his television performances.  After his death, his widow donated many of his personal and professional effects to Vincennes University, including prints of his artwork.  Red was born in Vincennes, Indiana on July 18, 1913.  Today his artwork is part of the Red Skelton Museum of American Comedy in Vincennes.

A few of his paintings.