Pittston Pa.

The Train



It was a perfect autumn

afternoon in Pittston.  Elmer and Albert were taking their daily walk.  

“That freight train’s been passing through, precisely this time each day, since before World War I,” Albert said.

“Our parents, and grandparents, grew up with it.  It’s a legend.  Local folk even set their watches by it.

“That’s nice,” his friend said, “but I have a bit of a  problem with it.  We have no passenger trains, or other public transportation, anywhere near here.

“How is that bad?” Albert asked.

“For one thing,” Elmer moaned, ” I don’t have a car.”

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Where All the Hep Cats Get to Go

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“The Wyoming Free Library and Wyoming United Methodist Church often collaborate on book  sales,” Muriel told Gloria. “Everybody in Wyoming and West Wyoming votes at the library on Election Day too.”

 

 

“I’m happy with it too,” Gloria said.  “Every afternoon when I come here I get to meet all kinds of characters, from frazzled parents and children to Mormon missionaries.”

 

 

“Yeah,” the former opined.  Them city slickers think they’re in the center of all the action and adventure, but hey, we’re where it’s really at.”

 

 

“Besides that,” Gloria gushed, “We’re four miles from Pittston, the tomato capital of the world.”

 

 

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Catholic Radio Ave Maria

J.M.J. 750 AM Catholic Radio Up until a few years ago, while still living in northeastern Pennsylvania, I worked as a volunteer at this exceptionally good Catholic Radio Station. Unfortunately I haven’t been in touch with them recently but at the time they were at the Oblates of St. Joseph Seminary on Route 315 in Pittston.

cake, flip flops and the wise old man

In the borough of  Pittston, Pennsylvania, each August,  they have a tomato festival that attracts people from all over the country.     While I was still living in Wyoming, a few miles away, I always made sure I attended it each year.    Last year’s festival was especially nice.   As always I made sure I drove my 1992 Saturn SC down River Road, to Main Street, and into the city where I ended up parking on Broad Street right behind St. John the Evangelist Church, my mother’s old parish on William Street.    From there I walked over to one of the local parking lots where they have the food stands and most of the main attractions of the festival.     As always, when I went over to the San Cataldo Society’s stand, the really big guy who’s in charge of their basket of cheer reminded me that he recognized me from the year before.     At the souvenir stand where they were selling things that specifically refer to the festival, and that advertise it, I couldn’t help noticing a particularly nice pair of flip flops with pictures of tomatoes on them.    Unfortunately I’ve never been in the habit of wearing flip flops so I didn’t bother to buy them.     A few minutes later I met such an exceptionally lovely lady dressed in traditional Pennsylvania Dutch garb.    She was giving out free samples of home made cake and asked if I wanted a slice.    As I was sitting down, enjoying my cake, Monsignor Bendik, the long time pastor of St. John’s, passed by.   The monsignor is at least in his late sixties and people have always given him credit for being among the wisest priests in the Scranton Diocese.     He was helping with the parish’s fund raiser at their nearby stand.    The next tomato festival is coming up in only a few weeks.   It’s always during the last week of August.   I’m so very sorry that I shall have to miss out on it from now on.     

 

 

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JIMMY AND ROSALYNN CARTER IN WYOMING, PA.

Mother’s Day went really well this year. Although my mother has been going so frequently to chemotherapy and getting physical therapy for the past few months we all had such a good time. Mary Anne came in on the bus for a few days. Neither Steve nor any of the kids was available. Recently Steve, Mary Anne, Bridget & Sam, along with other members of his family went on a trip to Europe with his mother Barbara. They will be there for a while. I gave blood a while ago at St. John the Evangelist Church in Pittston. It was my first donation since I gave blood there last December. Last Saturday morning there was another men’s meeting for the Guardian of the Redeemer Group at Our Lady of Sorrows Church, St. Monica’s Parish, in West Wyoming. Over the course of the past week Larry, Rose, Krissy Krissy Krissy, and Krissy Krissy Krissy’s daughter Natalie came to visit us from Massapequa. A few days after that Gary and Maria came in for a visit from Massapequa too. I’m always so very happy to see my Massapequa cousins. Memorial Day went really well too. I went to the annual parade on Wyoming Avenue and Eighth Street. Gino and Eric marched in it with the Cub Scouts. Yesterday I had such an interesting time. On Sunday I read in the Dispatch that Jimmy Carter, 39th President of the United States, and his wife Rosalynn, were coming to the Wyoming Monument on Susquehanna Avenue to make a speech and to accept some awards. Yesterday I went to see them. It was so interesting. I heard their voices and saw them from a distance. Unfortunately it was so very crowded and it was raining but I couldn’t have had a more enjoyable experience. I parked in the Midway parking lot among lots of buses. I was forced to walk quite a distance but it was worth it.

BLOOD DRIVE~

ImageThis past Tuesday night, at 7:00, I went to St. Anthony of Padua’s church in Exeter for the first night of Fr. Robert Barron’s Catholicism series on EWTN.  During the day , each Tuesday, it’s at St. Monica’s Parish.   It’s always at St. Barbara’s at night.   Br. Patrick, of the Oblates of St. Joseph, was in charge.   I sat at an empty table.  A little while later a very nice young girl sat right next to me & introduced herself as Mallory.   Since I have a lot of trouble with contextualizing, I entirely overlooked, at first, the fact that I see her at 8:30 a.m. Mass whenever I go to St. Joseph’s on Sunday.  I can never help noticing her there.  Surprisingly she’s not even Catholic.  At the end there was a question & answer session.   Yesterday I went to O. L. Mt. Carmel’s church on William Street in Pittston to give blood.  My appointment was at 4:00 but, being compulsively punctual, I showed up at around 3:00.   Unfortunately I forgot to remind them that it was for a double red cell donation so that’s probably not what they did.  I was happily stunned to see that it was all over within about six minutes instead of the usual twenty minutes.  The last time I was supposed to give blood I was entirely too ill with the flu.  By now I’ve been going quite frequently, for such a long time, that the northeastern Pa. blood drives that several phlebotomists & I have gotten to recognize each other quite well.   Amber, who was one of the ladies who showed up, reminded me that we’d already met before.