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B is for Bethlehem, PA and the Community College

NCACC
Northampton County Area Community College, Bethlehem, PA, c.1986

On Tuesdays I feature something orange, and for the A to Z Challenge, I also needed the letter B.  I found this Northampton County Area Community College(NCACC) logo in my old papers from 1986.  NCACC is located in Bethlehem, and it’s where I went my first two years of college.  From far north in Canada, I had applied to Oberlin, Brown, and Vassar, because they were part of the  guidance office’s small collection of college catalogs, but I had no idea of the competition.  I was on two waiting lists, which disappointed me then, but now seems miraculous.

I also applied to several Canadian universities and was planning on attending University of Toronto, but imagining moving all the way across Canada from Alberta to a city I’d never seen was overwhelming.  I decided to spend the summer with my mother and sister in Bethlehem.  A friend from church suggested I look at going to community college until I figured out what I wanted to do.   I loved NCACC, and it’s where I met Stratoz.  B is for Bethlehem, the Christmas City, with a star on the hill made of lights.

Self Portrait, Margaret Almon, 1987.
Self Portrait on a Bethlehem Porch, Margaret Almon, 1987.

 

Where have you gone “in the meantime”?

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My Life as a Soda Jerk and Some Art Tile and Duke Ellington for Good Measure

Soda Fountain via airstreamlife on Flickr
Soda Fountain via airstreamlife on Flickr

A little known fact about my biography is that I was a soda jerk for the 1986/87 school year at community college, at Kostas Drugstore in Bethlehem, PA, across the street from Liberty High School.  I came across the book Sundae Best: A History of Soda Fountains by Anne Cooper Funderburg, which brought back memories of my tenure as preparer of sundaes, ice cream sodas, milkshakes and cherry, lemon, vanilla or chocolate cokes.

Two unique sundaes, of which I had never heard(and I’d never been to a soda fountain either) were the “CMP”(chocolate, marshmallow sauce and ground peanuts) and the “Dusty Road” which involved vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup and a dusting of malted milk powder(my first one was just ice cream and malted milk, because I didn’t realize chocolate was included.  My customer was amused).  I had a long list of prep duties, including mixing fluff and simple syrup to make marshmallow sauce, chopping the peanuts in a meat grinder, refilling the syrups, cones, straws, and napkins.  The best perk was being allowed to eat as much ice cream as I wanted.

 

Franklin Fountain Mosaic Floor

Kostas was already archaic when I worked there, since soda fountains peaked in the 1950’s, and were done in by suburbia, but the location across from the high school insured we had a steady stream of students after school and football games descending upon the counter.  Kostas lasted 10 more years after I left to transfer to a 4-year college.  Stratoz suggested we find an authentic soda fountain for our anniversary in 2011, and a friend who knows about such things told us about the Franklin Fountain in Philadelphia.  I had a fabulous “Cherry Bombe” soda, with cherry syrup, soda water and chocolate ice cream.  I dived in before Stratoz could get a proper picture of it.

I was fascinated to discover in Sundae Best, that there was a genre of soda fountains at the turn of the 19th century which featured art tile, from companies like the Low Art Tile company.  The fountain above is at Eagle’s in Yellowstone, and has delightful “pillow tiles” with rounded corners.

front of old soda fountain

In a synchronicity of my love of soda fountains and quilts, I found a photo of the Needle Basket in Sutton, WV, which was formerly a soda fountain and is now a quilt store, and the owner keeps all sorts of notions in the old stainless steel drawers and dispensers.  And even more cool was discovering the article Confessions of a Soda Jerk which lists some famous soda jerks, including one of my favorite jazz musicians, composer and pianist, Duke Ellington.  The story goes that he wrote his first song, Soda Fountain Rag, while working as as soda jerk, at age 14 or 15.

 

Check out My Secret Life as a Soda Jerk on Pinterest.

Z is for Zinzendorf and the Moravians

Moravian Mosaic at St. Vitus Cathedral. Photo by Barbara Rich.
Moravian Mosaic at St. Vitus Cathedral. Photo by Barbara Rich.

A Z word that Moravians know is Count Nicholas Zinzendorf, from the 18th Century, who took in Czech Moravian refugees, followers of Jan Hus, a protestant martyr who predated Luther, and let them live on his Herrnhut estate in Germany.  Though Lutheran, he became enamoured of the “heart religion” of the Moravians, and eventually founded the town of Bethlehem, PA in 1742.  His daughter Benigna organized the beginnings of Moravian College, where I lived for two years, while my mother attended Moravian Seminary.

My mother went on a tour of Czech sites of Moravian history, and took a photo of this wonderful mosaic at St. Vitus Cathedral in Prague.  The Moravian church’s symbol is of a Lamb, very much like this one.

H is For H.D.: Poet Hilda Doolittle

[Scrapbook containing photographs of H. D., Kenneth Mapherson, Bryher, and others with various clippings, Classical architecture, sculpture, etc.]
Scrapbook containing photographs of H. D., Kenneth Mapherson, Bryher, and others with various clippings, Classical architecture, sculpture, etc.
H is H.D., as the poet Hilda Doolittle(1886-1961) chose to be called.  When I discovered her poems, with their striking imagery, I also felt a kinship with her because of her Moravian heritage, born in Bethlehem, PA.  I grew up in the Moravian church, and as I began writing poetry in my teens and twenties, it seemed quite fortuitous to find H.D.  She was often described by critics as “imagist” and although she didn’t like that label, her poems do have a vivid sense of imagery.  Here is one of my favorites:
“Heat” by H. D.

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air–
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat–
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.

 

Related:

A Star Come to Earth:  The Moravian Star at Christmas<

A Pilgrimage to Where We Met: The Northampton Community College Alumni Association Craft Show, March 12, 2011

Nutmeg Designs 24 Years Ago
Nutmeg Designs circa 1987

I met Stratoz in the Fall of 1986, at Northampton County Community College, while we were both working at the Tutoring Center.  He had transferred from NCC to East Stroudsburg, and once he graduated came back to tutor while figuring out what to do with his biology degree and his life.  I was a student, tutoring Introduction to Philosophy.  He heard me talking about Greek philosophers, and this gave him a way to introduce himself.  He came up to me in the Library, and said there was a book he thought I should read–Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance–which has many references to Greek philosophers.  I went on to become a librarian, so giving me a book to read was a sure way to catch my attention!

I read the book, still not catching on that he was interested in me.  We started having long conversations in the cafeteria.  In April of 1987, we attended a classical piano concert in NCC’s auditorium, and later that evening as he was driving me home, Stratoz confessed he was in love with me, and I was happy to be able to tell him I felt the same way.

A couple of years ago, we both reread Zen and the Art, and we decided it was quite amazing I was willing to give him a chance, since it was a mixture of intense existential angst and complicated excursions into Philosophy which led to insanity on the part of the narrator.  But at the time, I was just glad to have found someone to talk to, who liked books, and who listened to what I had to say with intentness.

So we are pleased to be doing the NCC Alumni Association Spring Craft Show on March 12th, 2011, in Bethlehem, PA, and going back to where it all started!

**Note:  When we went there, it was Northampton County Area Community College, abbreviated NCACC and pronounced Nack-Ack.  The new name of N-C-C is quite sophisticated, but doesn’t have quite the same ring to our ears.

 

Nutmeg Designs at Christkindlmarkt, November 26-28th, 2010, Bethlehem, PA

 

Poinsettia Mandala Mosaic 2010 by Margaret Almon
Poinsettia Mandala Mosaic 2010 by Margaret Almon. 9″ walnut base, stained glass, metallic glass tile, red mirror, and gold smalti.

Here in the little town of Lansdale we are getting ready for our journey to Bethlehem, PA for Christkindlmarkt.  We will be there the first weekend, starting Black Friday through Sunday, November 26-28, 2010. It’s us in booth #82, in a heated tent and 100+ crafters, food, music, ice carving, glass blowing and German ornaments.

Single Day Admission
Public advance sale price through 11/24/10 – $7
ArtsQuest member advance sale price through 11/24/10 – $6
Purchase price for everyone after 11/24/10 – $8

Season Passes
Public advance sale price through 11/24/10 – $12
ArtsQuest member advance sale price through 11/24/10 – $10
Purchase price for everyone after 11/24/10 – $14

 

See you there at booth #82!

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25 Years in the United States: My Journey as a Expatriate-Semi-Canadian

Margaret Almon circa 1985 with Hercules the Cat.
Margaret Almon circa 1985 with Hercules the Cat.

The summer of 2010, I reached a milestone 25 years of  living in the United States.  I left Edmonton, AB, Canada, in July of 1985, to go live with my mother and sister in Bethlehem, PA, the Moravian Mecca, where my mother was attending Moravian Seminary to become a minister.  I was 17, almost 18, and couldn’t imagine ever becoming comfortable in my new home.  Seriously, I didn’t understand flag worship, and my husband tried to explain it to me when I met him at 19.  I felt like an alien.  Now, after moving to several states, including Massachusetts, Oregon and Illinois, I have lived in PA for longer than anywhere else in the US, and it is my home.

I’d never heard of a rowhouse when I moved to the Philadelphia area, and now I live in one!  As my husband says, it’s our 1 bedroom-2 studio house.  There are still ways that I feel like an outsider, but this is where I have friends, where I know the back roads, where I make art, and now I can’t imagine going back to Canada.  But growing up there did shape me, and I am grateful for the perspective it gives me.  I always was a kind of alien, being born in the US, and moving to Canada when I was just a baby, and becoming a resident alien, a “permanent resident” which becomes impermanent if you leave for more than 2 years, and dont do arduous paperwork.

This photo is from the week before I moved to the US.  The back of the photo is labeled, in my stepmother’s handwriting, “Hercules and Margaret Almon, June 28th, 1985.”  Obviously, the most important person is listed first!  Hercules was a big lug of a cat who wandered around my father and stepmother’s condo complex, in search of superior victuals, and found the smoked salmon at their place suited him fine.  My haphazard buzz cut was from a woman at a $6 haircut shop, who watched tv while loosely interpreting Annie Lennox, left some bare patches, but overall, 6 weeks in, things were evening out.  Finally, I am wearing a Brave New Waves t-shirt that I received after writing many letters mentioning local bands to this late-night indie music radio show from the CBC.  I am taken aback by how currently “retro” it looks, with the old-school headphones emblazoned on the front.

How do you know when you are home?  I’d love to hear your stories.