...on Spring Garden Street.
A quiet Sunday morning, the air still heavy with the lingering humidity of the current heat wave.
Yet there is some small activity:
your blogger meets a new fuzzy friend...
and catches a tree valiantly providing shade to the Bixler-Laubach mansion.
#206 Spring Garden offers some colorful hospitality...
and the gate at the Colonel McKean house on the corner of Spring Garden and Sitgreaves hangs closed in a futile attempt to keep out the oppressive weather.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Where have you gone, Floyd R Turbo?
Well, from what I can tell, Floyd - or I should say his evil, extracted at birth and severed at the brain twin is alive and well in the Lehigh Valley.
I am from a middle-class background in Florida. I was raised by good people; my parents instilled a lot of positive things in me, I think. I have had a lot of advantages in my life. My former SO made an extremely good living, and although we were not rich by a long shot, we lived a very comfortable life. All that disappeared when my relationship ended in a very nasty and very cruel manner - something I've been trying to recover from emotionally and financially for close to 7 years altogether.
I recognize that there are a lot of dirtbags in the world. I'm not naive, I'm not Pollyanna. But I also believe that you cannot predetermine someone's motives or ambitions (or lack thereof) based solely on their skin color or their ethnicity or from what city they migrated from. I prefer to wait until someone actually *is* an asshat in a visible, clearly distinguished manner before I start flinging mud.
Since I have been blogging and writing online, I've also been commenting on news stories - mostly from the Express Times and the Morning Call here in the Lehigh Valley area. I know from past experience with online forums that forums are a microcosm of the larger "real" world, and that a lot of people use the anonymity of the internet to say things they would never say in real life.
But I get the creepiest feeling that for the most part, people like the ones who commented on this story:
The New House On The Block are as serious as a heart attack.
And that really, really, scares me.
...I fought the mice...
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Tombler's Home Bakery destroyed by fire
I've never had a Tombler's pie, and from what I've read, that's my great loss.
The bakery,located on Industrial Drive in Glendon, is a total loss. It was started in the kitchen of the late Margaret Tombler to raise money to fight the expansion of the Chrin Brothers landfill.
I don't live in Easton, but I visit there almost every weekend. I have no bone to pick with the Chrin Brother (I may be the only person in Northampton County who can say that!), but I like the idea that this business was started to make a difference and then grew into something of an institution.
If you'd like to help the Drake family, please drop a donation off at the Easton Farmers' Market in Centre Square on Saturdays, or any day of the week at 35 S Third Street. Checks can be made payable to the Easton Farmers' Market, with "for the Tombler family" on the memo line.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
...once upon a time - in Phillipsburg...
Most fairy tales begin with “Once upon a time…”, and since this is ultimately a Hollywood fairy tale, let’s start it off the same way.
Once upon a time…on a spring day in 1933, a little girl named Vera was born in Phillipsburg, NJ. Her father was an up-and-coming young attorney in practice with Robert Meyner, who would become governor of NJ in 1954. Her mother was a teacher from Pen Argyl, who like most women of that era, was transformed into stay-at-home mom.
Unfortunately, like a lot of fairy tales, this one has a tragic turn. In what would eventually prove to be a grim foreshadowing of things to come, the little girl’s father died of a heart attack while driving a car in which his wife and daughter were passengers. The little girl who was only 3 grew up wanting to be – more than anything – a movie star. And as so often happens in fairy tales, her wish came true. Vera Jayne Palmer grew up to become Jayne Mansfield, secondly only, perhaps, to Marilyn Monroe as a blonde, iconic bombshell of the 1950s.
Jayne, her father, Herbert William Palmer, and her mother, Vera Jeffrey Palmer, lived in this lovely Dutch colonial home in the Hillcrest section of Phillipsburg. It was purchased from the Phillipsburg Building & Loan Association No. 7 in June of 1935. Just 32 when he died in 1936, Herbert Palmer must have thought this home would be an ideal place for a lawyer on the rise to raise a pretty little daughter. His career was on an upward trajectory; he was also a member of the NJ State Assembly during this time.
After Herbert’s death, Jayne and her mother returned to Pen Argyl, most likely to the tidy Victorian house on North Schanck Avenue that was the Jeffrey family home. Her mother returned to teaching, and sold the Phillipsburg house in November of 1939. In 1940, Jayne’s mother married Harry Peers and the new family moved to Texas.
The Phillipsburg house is currently listed for sale, and the realtor, Patrice Michel of ReMax Supreme has lived in the Hillcrest area for 35 years. She recalls that her former next-door-neighbor, Arla Senor, was little Vera Jayne’s babysitter during their short stay on Frost Avenue. Even Jayne’s babysitter had legal connections; Ms Senor’s uncle was District Court Judge William P. Tallman.
This beautiful story-book home is a far cry from Jayne’s most famous home. 10100 Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills was most commonly known as “the Pink Palace”. The home was originally built for crooner Rudy Vallee, and when Jayne & her 2nd husband, muscleman Mickey Hargitay bought the property, they immediately began to put their own touches on it. Pink was Jayne’s favorite color, and the color was used on every available surface. Mickey was very handy, and built a lot of the out-structures, including the barbecue, a grotto, and the famous heart-shaped pool, with “I love you Jaynie” inscribed on the bottom. It was later sold to singer Englebert Humperdink, and sadly, was demolished in 2002.
Even more sadly, our fairy tale ends with the death of Jayne Mansfield in a car accident in 1967 at the age of 34 – she lived to be just two years older than her father. Jayne is buried in Fairview Cemetery in Pen Argyl, PA. Fittingly, the woman who loved pink and who was a loving and beloved mother to five children (including actress Mariska Hargitay) is memorialized with a heart-shaped, pink granite gravestone.
Many thanks to Patrice Michel and her clients, who were gracious enough to invite me into their beautiful home; Frank Ferruccio – author of “Did Success Spoil Jayne Mansfield? Her Life in Pictures and Text”, and to the lovely ladies of the recorder of deeds office at the Warren County Courthouse in Belvidere.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
...I hate meeces...
Monday, July 11, 2011
Women of Distinction
Geraldine Stutz
1924 - 2005
Ms Stutz became president of then-failing luxury retailer Henri Bendel in 1957, and remained in that position until 1986. While becoming president of a multi-million dollar business at the age of 33 is pretty common-place today, in 1957, most women in retail were relegated to sales positions. If they were lucky, they fought their way to being a buyer.
Ms Stutz is credited with inventing the "shop within a shop" sales method we all know today; small boutiques of separate designers within a large department store.
She started as a shoe editor at Glamour and is credited with launching Andy Warhol's career.
QUOTE:
"What is the difference between mere fashion and true style? Fashion says 'Me too', and style says 'Only me'."
Friday, July 8, 2011
...Let your 21st century technology,,,
...take you back in time this weekend!
Love historic houses?
Got a SmartPhone?
There’s an app for that!
The Historic Easton SmarTour launches on Heritage Day, Sunday, July 10th.
The SmarTour is a self-guided path through downtown Easton. Start at the Bachmann Publick House (169 Northampton Street) and wander through historic Easton. Among the sites you’ll find are the Frank Lawall mansion, Library Hall, and the Chipman mansion. Don’t forget to stop at my favorite, the Howard Riegel mansion on Spring Garden Street.
A map will be available at the information booths for the Chamber of Commerce and the Main Street Initiative, or they can be printed out at any of the websites listed below. There is a QR code on the map; just point your SmartPhone at the code and you can access an index that has a link to the history of each building.
Come enjoy the past history of Easton this weekend – with a little help from the present!
The Historic Easton SmarTour is a collaborative effort between:
* Laini’s Little Pocket Guides
* Don Spencer
* Local historian Richard F. Hope
* Realtor Ellen Shaughnessy
Love historic houses?
Got a SmartPhone?
There’s an app for that!
The Historic Easton SmarTour launches on Heritage Day, Sunday, July 10th.
The SmarTour is a self-guided path through downtown Easton. Start at the Bachmann Publick House (169 Northampton Street) and wander through historic Easton. Among the sites you’ll find are the Frank Lawall mansion, Library Hall, and the Chipman mansion. Don’t forget to stop at my favorite, the Howard Riegel mansion on Spring Garden Street.
A map will be available at the information booths for the Chamber of Commerce and the Main Street Initiative, or they can be printed out at any of the websites listed below. There is a QR code on the map; just point your SmartPhone at the code and you can access an index that has a link to the history of each building.
Come enjoy the past history of Easton this weekend – with a little help from the present!
The Historic Easton SmarTour is a collaborative effort between:
* Laini’s Little Pocket Guides
* Don Spencer
* Local historian Richard F. Hope
* Realtor Ellen Shaughnessy
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