Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Want to go on a Biplane ride?

This past weekend, my younger brother, dad and I went to see the airshow at the Golden Age Air Museum. The weather was a bit cloudy and cool at first, but by the end of the show - the sun had popped out.  We had a good time, and as always, we stood in awe at the marvelous 80-90 year old planes being expertly flown for us.

 I just like the paint job on this green and white 1930 Great Lakes "Sport Trainer."  It put on quite a show.


 The star of the arcobatics show was this yellow Bücker Jungmeister (U-55).  It did crazy stunts like the one in the video below - if you have a weak stomach, be prepared for it to lurch!




After watching this particular move, my dad turned to me and asked, "Want to go on a Biplane ride?"
"Umm," I replied, "no... I don't think so."

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Tale of Two Cities

A short while ago, a friend of mine flew in from Chicago to visit.  We had known each other for some time (and for more years than I probably should admit too) but have never met in person.  We met "chatting" on-line and when the chat site closed down, continued our friendship through each others blog.

It was so nice to see her in person, finally!

We didn't have a whole lot of time, just a couple days, and have talked about so many places in the "Philly" neighborhood - we had to make a short list from a very long list of things to do and see (and places to eat at!)

Fortunately, she said, "Remember Paoli!" - and so we went to the Paoli Massacre site (actually located in Malvern) and looked at the corn fields that grew wheat.  The Battle of Paoli (also known as the Battle of Paoli Tavern or the Paoli Massacre) was a battle in the Philadelphia campaign of the American Revolutionary War fought on September 20, 1777, in the area surrounding present-day Malvern, Pennsylvania.

Paoli Massacre Monument
 George Washington left a force under the command of Brigadier General Anthony Wayne behind in order to monitor and harass the British as they prepared to move on the revolutionary capital of Philadelphia. On the evening of September 20, British forces under the command of Major General Charles Grey led a surprise attack on Wayne's encampment near the Paoli Tavern.

A total of 272 men were killed, wounded or missing from Wayne's division after the battle.  The British lost only 4 men.  After visiting the fields - we had dinner at the "Paoli Tavern" and shared excellent food and drink with the ghosts of battle.

Paoli Tavern - now the General Warren Inne
The next morning, we went to Valley Forge National Historical Park - and visited the statue of "Mad" Anthony Wayne - who rides a horse and looks toward his home (Waynesboro) and the nearby Paoli Massacre site.

Mad Anthony Wayne Statue (with friends)
The weather that morning was as nice it gets - we visited the outer line of defenses and stopped to see the arch, which honors General George Washington as a Mason, and the men that served under him through their suffering at Valley Forge.

Valley Forge Masonic Arch
George Washington stayed in a tent until his men had built themselves shelters, crude log huts of 9-12 men hardly big enough for that many men to simply stand up in.  Once satisfied his men were housed the best as could be expected, he (and Martha) moved into the home of Issac Potts.  There my friend and I woke up a sleepy park ranger and asked questions just to see if he could talk (well, sort of, anyway..)

Washington's Headquarters - Valley Forge - Issac Potts House
The real "blessing" of the months long stay at Valley Forge were the lessons in soldering, drills on marching in large formations, weapons firing, use of the bayonet, and responding to drum beaten orders. Lessons given by Baron Friedrich von Steuben.

"On February 23, 1777, von Steuben reported for duty to Washington at Valley Forge. Von Steuben spoke little English and he often yelled to his translator, "Over here! Swear at him for me!" Colonel Alexander Hamilton and General Nathanael Greene were of great help in assisting Steuben in drafting a training program for the Army, which found approval with Washington."

My friend and I found the Baron little troubled by a wasp nest that had been made in a most vulnerable place or perhaps we too, might have been called upon to swear at them for the Baron..

Von Steuben

From Valley Forge, we headed downtown to the National Constitution Center and visited the statues of all the signers (and 3 non-signers) of the U.S. Constitution.  We then sort of saw the Liberty Bell - (the line was miles long, so we unfortunately had to skip a close up encounter and settle for peeking in a streaky window.)  We visited Independence Hall, something I have not done since my Grandmother took me there when I was about 7 years old.  With the day growing warmer, we walked to Restaurant Row on South Street, where we partook in a hearty German meal and learned some German (Bier trinken und Deutsch sprechen!) in the Brauhaus Schmidt (after finding it when it got temporarily lost).

Liberty Bell and Independence Hall
After another delicious meal, we got the car out of the parking garage (finally!) and went to see Fort Mifflin - which is conveniently located to the airport my friend was to fly home from and inconveniently closed when we got there.  I talked the park ranger into letting us in for a few minutes after explaining my out of town friend might not ever have a chance to see the place again.


That morning, we stood on the banks of Valley Creek and the Schuylkill River at Valley Forge.  Our too brief time together came to a close with us standing on the banks of the Delaware River at Fort Mifflin.
 
I left my friend worn out and probably a bit "overloaded" - and hope sometime, soon, there will be a next time.

...and truth be told, for me, the highlight of the entire weekend was hugging her hello - followed closely by her company over a good meal.


Thursday, September 5, 2013

Chestertown Color

This past weekend, I enjoyed watching the ducks at the wharf. Momma Duck has 10 little ones - and 3 brothers and sisters. She has a couple white geese and a lone Blue Heron for neighbors. There is also a white Turkey and a Rooster with two hens living nearby.


I went over to Chestertown's Fountain Park to take photos of all the painted park benches. I wanted to "collect the set."

The fountain has recently been restored it dates to 1853. Photos of the restoration can be found (here)
After admiring the benches, I strolled up and down the streets of town - and admired a butterfly



A colorful mural of Chester River "town dock" with the Steamship "B. S. Ford" and the Schooner Sultana (and cute crabs dancing on baskets).



Having walked ten miles that day, this chair looked extra-super inviting



...turns out it is for sale, as is the entire house behind it.

I took a short drive the next morning to the sleepy town of Oxford, Maryland and spotted another "bay side" mural



I really didn't want to go home last weekend. The next "colors" with be autumnal. :)

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Mile Marker 18

This is a little granite marker on the side of the towpath of the Delaware Canal in Washington Crossing, Pennsylvania.  It is very near my parents house and it has a meaning to our family that others passing by are unaware.

The Delaware Canal is 60 miles long, and extends from Bristol to Easton and follows the Delaware River which separates Pennsylvania and New Jersey.  The Friends of the Delaware Canal installed these mile markers for the benefit of the many people that walk, run, and/or bike along the towpath.  The cost of the markers was defrayed by donations.  I donated mile marker 18 (and if truth be told, mile marker 25.)

The many floods along the canal in recent years has caused havoc, but by and large, most of the markers have survived without harm.

Mile maker 18 stated dedication is "In honor of" my parents.  It is indeed that - and it is also in honor of a family pet.  Just before I donated the money for the stone, the family cat (one of my mother's favorites over the years) passed away at the age of 18 years.  He was entirely jet black except for his inquisitive yellow eyes - and his name was "Shadow".  It seemed only fitting that "our stone" be number 18.

When I walk by this marker, as I frequently do, I recall Shadow and his beloved antics.  He came to us in an unusual way.  He was a skinny, hungry stray kitten, who one cold wintry day, crawled under my dad's pickup truck while it was parked at the family foundry and laid on the engine to get warm.  My dad, upon starting the truck heard him yowling, and opened the hood to find himself looking into the eyes of his new friend.

The cold, hungry cat came home - where he was fed, kept warm, and healthy for the next 18 years.

And so we call this marker, "Shadow's Stone" and smile to ourselves when we see it.

Mile marker 25 was donated in the memory of my Mother's older brother - my Uncle John - who passed away on 23 Jun 2005 in Ridgecrest, Kern, California.  His grave is so far away, this marker serves as its surrogate for his sister and her family.

While the markers are just simply little bits of rock - they trigger many memories when I see them.