Sunday, February 28, 2016

Old Winter Activities

     As we near late winter at the tail end of this February and approach early hints of spring, it might be a good idea, to address something full of nostalgia with a touch of wonder thrown in.

     Let's take a moment to have a look at old winter experiences from days of yore.

          Above is a photo from our recent big snowstorm

  Our winter days could possibly appear even more homey and archaic and dear to us than the great hot summer months were then. It's just that way, you know. I want to catalog a handful of these habits formed 40, 50, and going back with the older fellows and gals, as far as even 60 years ago. Simple times, comparatively speaking. A brief documentation is in order.

   The Solstice is long past, as is the Christmas Season and New Years celebrations. The further back one goes, the more of a solemn time for folks in many lands to watch the sun ride lower in the sky and the nights grow longer as winter began to grasp with it's chilling fingers and iciness. Anciently, these months were filled with superstitions all their own which we won't be cataloging here, although the holidays of the Middle Ages were wont to have much wild merriment mixed in of a sort hardly to be experienced from the late nineteenth century onward into our own times.

     Mud puddles were a serious form of amusement for kids back then...can you believe that? You would if you were over 30 or 40! They were almost like mini ponds for small children and held a certain fascination of young children on very wet days. Splash!

   Ice skating, often not in the way you might suppose, but you could call it 'sidewalk' skating if you wanted to. We use to go out in freezing weather down own past our house which was on a long incline, when they didn't use salt so much, you could slide and ride it out carefully, perhaps for 50 to 75 feet! Yep. It was always a bit of a contest with my brothers and the neighborhood kids to see who could make it the whole way the most times without falling or leaving the icy pavement.

   Snowmen. Oh my first ones were so special, probably only to myself. I half expected them to come to life before they started to wilt and melted in a few days time when the sun would peek out of the clouds.

   To manufacture a proper snowman, beyond the three large snowballs rolled out and carefully placed on top of each other, was a bit of an art form. Buttons, preferably old ones from defunct, worn out jackets; an old cap, a worn broomstick, branches for arms and hands; Frosty' cousin, indeed. Coal was used from our furnace for eyes and mouth, a scarf maybe from my Mom, a carrot to form the nose and all.

   I have a picture of my first snowman somewhere from those times, but haven't yet located it among the many boxes and scrapbooks my Mom use to keep track of. So, the best I can do is offer a copy of the oldest known photo of a snowman below:

Courtesy, National Library of Wales. 1853 snowman photo

  Building igloos. An occasional pastime of amazing proportions, at least from a child's perspective. We could just do it naturally. You had to be there and many of us were just inventive kids. No video games, no smart phones. We wouldn't of known the point in having one.

    'Bundling up' was a process carefully thought out, usually by a mother or father, sometimes an older sibling, or even an aunt or grandparent. The rundown could include the following: various layers of shirts and sweaters, occasionally turtle necks; a hat or cap with ear muffs, a warm coat with good lining; galoshes, the kind with the big  old buckles; maybe a pair of long johns too. My grandmother was somehow usually nearby to offer her assistance. That's the way she was-special. I would bet some of you can certainly relate to that statement.

   Speaking so much of snow, snow ball fights or battles were a frequent release of pent up energy. Often these were planned out with a wall to hide behind, usually as I recall, this was a projection, a few feet high, of packed snow. The nastiest snow balls for throwing were made of a combo of snow and ice and packed a real wallop when hit directly with one.

 Sled Riding. We use to take out the 'flexible flyer' which we usually laid down on. I had one that was painted green. Steered with the wooden cross beam, they had thin metal runners on the bottom, best in hard packed icy snow. They were first patented in New Jersey by one Samuel Leeds Allen. Sadly, most are now made, where else? In China. But they do still exist, my friends.

 A dangerous escapade

   I was once considered a bit of a hero when I was about nine years old for taking my sled down a place above our home on the local farm called Death Valley. Pretty much where no kid had gone before. What fun, and the bold adventure was palpable in the back of my little mind. I had trouble slowing down and knocked a chip out of one of my teeth on the rocks near the end of the cliffy area down where there use to be a run off from the few springs up there. Well, although I wasn't badly hurt, there was a lot of blood and my friends proceeded to carry me off laying up side down and took me home. Some things you never forget! What kind of sled did you own? Did you have any interesting stories to tell too?

  Christmas trees: Real ones, of course. My Dad would get all excited, eventually upset getting it in the door and all to where he would mutter under his breath. Putting the shiny icicles on the tree was great fun. Kind of a family tradition for many people. God, what fantastic times. Not that it isn't always nice to be a child in our great country, but those really were extremely exciting days to be young.

  Of course, before my time in the very old days there were sleigh rides and toboggans. They still have them at special occasion some places. The toboggans were rather very simple sleds that had to have a rope for rough steering with room for a certain number of riders. There were also sledges, small vehicles used in snow that you could sit on. Now people are more into skiing and snow mobiles.
a cardinal in a bush at my house, soon the birds will all be back

     Thanks for letting me share a bit of my childhood and a gander at the way winters use to be spent. I hope you enjoyed the look back to the past. If something was missed, please let me know!

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Charities of the Region and A Board Game

  We are all human and may take the many meaningful charities in southwestern Pennsylvania for granted at times, but this would be a major oversight. I decided to briefly address this issue in the current blog post.

  Although, I am hardly on the level of a volunteer with special expertise on the subject, there are many good charities in our region and recommended here are the following:

  The Catholic Charities of the Diocese of Greensburg are involved on a regular basis with counseling, poverty relief and adoption and foster care.

  United Way of Westmoreland County, who partner with many other smaller groups is one the obvious large ones. Remember in performing compassionate acts, there are no minor players. Our list is incomplete, but not limited to, the American Red Cross with many volunteer opportunities, programs and services; Big Brothers Big Sisters of the Laurel Region, they are a large bunch providing various mentoring programs and meal times available; another old favorite began in 1903,  The Carnegie Free Library of Connellsville working to digitize their voluminous files, and the many societies and foundations that support them. Many local ministries require a mention, like the Connellsville Community Area Ministries with Crisis Assistance, Food Pantry and Trinity House. They have the memorable motto of Matt. 25:40 which wisely states Jesus' affirmation "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."

   NOTE: This is a general list and merely a smattering only, perhaps there are more than I am aware of with better qualities. For example, there a quite a few community health clinics in the area that do much work. You might need to look into this for yourselves. There are Family Planning groups, hospices, The Fayette County Community Action Agency. The Redstone Highlands Communities, the Overly's Country Christmas, The Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, the YMCA still does much to help out, and so forth. Most of the charities named can be found on Facebook and Twitter as well.

  In September of last year we covered some of the numerous local festivals, so this is an appropriate juncture to refer to a handful of charities.

  One more detailed here deserves an honorable mention from my personal point of view. This is the ARC of Pennsylvania, which is centered out of Harrisburg. The chapter I am somewhat familiar with is the one in Uniontown and they also perform a private function, donating their services where they choose they are the most needed. They appear unique in that they attempt to integrate their work within the community as opposed to segregated institutional living, specifically toward those less fortunate with various mental disabilities. This was, in part, explained to me by a nice lady, (I forget her name and am not certain she would want it published), I happened to meet near the Public Welfare Office on West Church Street a while back.  This chance meeting decided me on making a few donations, small though they were, to the organization, then and in the future. They also receive support from the Office of Developmental Programs and of Vocational Rehabilitation. The ARC have Position Papers describing their Priorities on one of their websites you should find enlightening. There is more information to be learned than we are able to broach in this setting. Here is a list of other organizations associated with their causes.

   My main point is, this fine woman came past and gave me an old ARC game of Fayette County. Dropped it in my lap, so to speak. Why, thank you! This is truly appreciated. When I am positive of this woman's agreement and in depth information, I will update this immediately.

   The exciting old game ,called "Back In Time", is based on the order of the famous Monopoly Game, with the board spaces representing different historical places of interest, often noting the dates of their origin. It appears there were other Chapters with board games for other counties, and maybe even in different states. Sure, the monetary value is probably not all that much while the age is estimated at 20-25 years, but while I don't have a lot of research about these games, what a fascinating little item to have freely placed in the grizzled, waiting hands of one Histbuffer! A totally unexpected gift that led me, naturally enough, to contemplate a blog post on our charities. The Facebook page is here.

   The game locations run from Uniontown to Perryopolis to Connellsville, with board spaces for Jumonville Glen, Nemacolin's Castle, Crawford's Cabin and Mt. Washington Tavern.

  Here a few photos of this ARC Fayette County board game:

The Back in Time ARC board game of Fayette County


donation lists with many local companies

a side view


                           Above shows a page of Trivia Questions that was originally included with the game.

The ARC game board
   Below, a close up of a few of the spaces on the board, and the money and game pieces:


  I haven't decided whether to break it out and get into actively playing it, or to keep it in the pristine condition it would be best to leave it to remain in. What would you do?

  Well, what a nice example of giving and receiving in turn, wouldn't you agree with such a prognosis, folks and friends? I thought you would!

    Do keep tuned to F/WFH. Soon there will be a Part Two for the Captain Jacobs story, as well as other important, and some occasional lesser categories. Might I be so bold as to state the further historical meanderings should be properly addressed , in detail- right HERE!

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