Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Texas Ice Queens

People started talking late last week at work about the impending ice storm that all of the weather channels were predicting. Everybody was hoping to get Friday off so that they could enjoy a long weekend.  Our Safety focal at work even sent an email containing the Weather Emergency Hotline number.

I work what is called a 9/80 schedule, which consists of working 9 hour days from Monday - Thursday for two weeks and then taking the second Friday off.  I reminded my manager that it was my Friday off and was relieved that I wouldn't have to wake up Friday morning worrying about having to drive into work on icy roads.

We fell into a fitful sleep on Thursday evening but awoke to cold darkness at 3:30 AM on Friday morning.  Unfortunately, the power was out and Oncore was estimating that they wouldn't get it back on again until 9:30 AM the next morning. We have a gas fireplace, but it has an electronic ignition. As the morning progressed and the house kept getting colder, Tegan Marie started looking at the fireplace to see if there was a workaround to get it started.  After consulting the fireplace's spec sheets we found that there is a battery backup system for ignition!  This backup requires "D" batteries and fortunately there were some in Tegan Marie's "billy club" flashlight.  She installed the batteries, flipped the switch and then Voila, a beautiful and cozy fire started!  This made things much more comfortable for us in the Living Room!  Here's a picture of the lovely fire that kept us warm that day:

The "Tegan Marie Rigged" Fireplace

As the day progressed, we started to get hungry and desperately started wanting our coffee and tea.  We have a small charcoal grill that was sitting in about an inch of ice on a table out in the back yard.  Tegan Marie went out back and got the charcoal stoking and then we put a pot full of water on it to heat up for our hot drinks.   Here's a picture of Tegs posing with our hot water.  She really looks like an ice queen in this one!

The Texas Ice Queen

What a pretty picture!  We planned what we were going to eat as we sipped our hot drinks and decided to have bacon, eggs and bagels.  Here's a picture of me cooking our meal out on the grill:


Makin' bacon on the grill!

 Next came some scrambled eggs:


Grilled Scrambled Eggs

Then the cinnamon raisin bagels:

Grilled Bagels

Then we lit some candles and sat down at the table to enjoy our meal.  Here's Tegan Marie sitting at the table:

Tegs at the Table

And here's one of me sitting at the table:

Me at the Table

Meanwhile, the dogs were running around outside in the ice wonderland:

Katy and Sheila Out Back

It didn't take them any time to find the bacon grease that we drained onto the ground:


Eating Some Bacon Ice!

They chewed up all of the ice and then into the ground to get that bacon flavor!

We were concerned about the food thawing n the refrigerator, so we brought the perishables outside to be in "nature's freezer".

Nature's Freezer

After our brunch, we kept the fire stoked to keep our hot drinks coming and to be ready to cook Supper.  We were able to keep our phones charged with a UPS Box, so we had a lot of fun talking and getting online with our cell phones to talk with our Facebook friends about the ice storm and other matters.

Throughout the day the power came on a few times for just a second or two and then petered back out.  It finally came back on for good at 5:30 PM.  We were very happy to have our power back on!

We cooked some ham, macaroni and cheese, peas and some crescent rolls for Supper and ate it with the candles that we lit earlier that day:


Candlelight Supper

Despite the fact that we lost our power, we ended up having a wonderful time!  This day made us realize how resourceful we can be when necessary and was a reminder of all of the blessings we have on a daily basis.  Thank God for our blessings!

Friday, November 29, 2013

Apartment 145

Back in March of this year, Tegan Marie moved from Atlanta, Georgia to Richardson, Texas to be closer to her kids in Oklahoma City. She moved into Apartment 145 at the Canterbury Courts Apartments on Renner Road in Richardson, TX.

This apartment turned out to be a very cozy, pleasant and safe haven for both of us.  I used to stop by every day to visit with her on my way home from work. These visits were a huge comfort to me as my marriage of 10 years was deteriorating at a dangerously rapid rate.  Then one late evening at the end of June, things got to the point where I felt it necessary to steal away from my home in Wylie and go over to the apartment to stay. This stay turned into a few days, then weeks, and finally up until this month.

Here are some pictures of how the apartment looked before we finished packing it up for good today:

The first picture is of the Living Room, which was where we spent most of our time at home on the couch chatting, surfing on our computers, and watching TV.  Watching over us on the couch was "Elaine", a beautiful lady in a tapestry named "Lady of Shallot", which is based on an 1888 oil-on-canvas painting by the English Pre-Raphaelite painter John William Waterhouse. The work is a representation of a scene from Alfred  Lord Tennyson's 1832 poem "Lady of Shallot" in which the poet describes the plight of a young woman isolated under an undisclosed curse in a tower near King Arthur's Camelot.

According to legend, the Lady of Shalott was forbidden to look directly at reality or the outside world; instead she was doomed to view the world through a mirror, and weave what she saw into tapestry. Her despair was heightened when she saw loving couples entwined in the far distance, and she spent her days and nights aching for a return to normality. One day the Lady saw Sir Lancelot passing on his way in the reflection of the mirror, and dared to look out at Camelot, bringing about a curse. The lady escaped by boat during an autumn storm, inscribing 'The Lady of Shalott' on the prow. As she sailed towards Camelot and certain death, she sang a lament. Her frozen body was found shortly afterwards by the knights and ladies of Camelot, one of whom is Lancelot, who prayed to God to have mercy on her soul. The tapestry she wove during her imprisonment was found draped over the side of the boat.

"Elaine" was one of the guardian angels who watched over us this past year. We were blessed to have her!

The Living Room, Featuring "Elaine" and the Dogs

Here is a picture of the actual painting:

"The Lady of Shallot"

Next is a picture of the fireplace, which was right across the room from the couch:

The Fireplace with Elaine's Mirror

We had a very pretty iron scroll on the fireplace, but I can't find any pictures of it.  The picture is still a nice one though.

Here is a picture of our patio, which served as an extended Living Room for us during warmer weather:

The Patio

And last, but not least is the beautiful "Princess Room" which served as our bedroom!

The Princess Room

We just loved this room and have recreated it at the house we live at now!

We cleaned up the apartment for good today and turned the keys back in at the office.  Right before we left, we said some parting words:



It looked so empty when we walked out for the last time and closed the door!  We hope that the next tenant enjoys it as much as we did!  Goodbye Apartment 145!  We will remember you fondly!






Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving 2013

Thanksgiving started out great today and got even better as the day went on!  I got to sleep in until 9:15 AM this morning, which is a far cry from my usual weekday wake-up call of 4:30 AM. One of the dogs had been sick during the night, so poor Tegan Marie was already awake and cleaning up the mess when I woke up. By the time I got out of the bedroom she had it all cleaned up, bless her heart!

We sat down and drank some tea and coffee and chatted for awhile, then I texted my daughter Nicole to say Happy Thanksgiving and see how her, Brandon and Branson were doing.  Nicole was feeding Branson at the time and said that she'd call me back later.  She texted me this sweet picture of Branson with an angelic smile on his face:

Branson's Thanksgiving Smile

Here's a great picture that Nicole posted later of Branson and his daddy, Brandon:

Daddy and Branson

Here's another really sweet picture of Branson in his big boy crib snuggling with his skunk friend:

Branson Snuggling with his Skunkie Friend - Love that Binky!

What a precious baby!  I had also texted my son Justin to ask if he was awake.  Justin is a night owl and I didn't want to wake him up with a phone call.  It ended up that he was awake and called me right after I sent him the text. We had a very nice chat and wished one another a Happy Thanksgiving. Nicole called me back and we talked for a while. It looks very good that Branson will get released from the hospital soon and they all can be home for Christmas. I also got to talk with my sister Katie later on in the day, which was very nice!  I left messages for my brother Mark on his home and cell phones, but he never called me back.  I hope that everything is okay with him and his family!

Tegan Marie and I had a very relaxing day and got Thanksgiving dinner on the table later on in the evening. We sat down and said a very special grace before eating to thank God for all of the blessings that he has bestowed upon us.  Then we dug in!  Here is a picture of our Thanksgiving meal:

2013 Thanksgiving Dinner

Here's a picture of Tegan Marie getting ready to dig in:

Tegan getting ready to dig into dinner

And here's a picture of me right before I started eating dinner:

Mae getting ready to eat dinner

Dinner was delicious and we had a very relaxing evening!  I pray that we can have the same for Thanksgiving 2014! 

Friday, November 22, 2013

I Remember When (50 Years Ago Today)

I have vivid memories of this day 50 years ago.  My father had just retired after serving 22 years in the Navy and we had just moved from Annapolis, MD to Tobyhanna, PA.  My mother didn't drive, so we were waiting in my grandmother Julia West's car at the A&P Supermarket for my mother while she picked up some groceries.

I clearly remember my mother running out to the car and exclaiming "Oh my God, President Kennedy has been shot!"  My ancestors from both sides were all Irish Catholic, so to say that my parents revered President John F. Kennedy is an understatement!

I was a very young child at the time, but I'll never forget my mother's reaction to the news of JFK's death!  It stands up there in time with the death of Princess Diana of Wales and the horrific events of 9-11-2001 as one of the most unforgettable days of my life!

Rest in Peace President Kennedy!


Friday, November 15, 2013

The Ides of November - A New Beginning

Thursday the 14th of November turned out to be a very momentous day for this year and my entire life!  It started out just like any other weekday. I got up and went to work but got off at 10:00 AM to go to the LSI Title Company to settle on refinancing my house.  It's the very first time that I've ever financed a home on my own.  Every other time that I've financed a home I've done it jointly with a spouse.

After Settlement, I went back to work for the rest of the day and then went home.  Later on in the evening we received the wonderful news that my first grandchild Branson Frederick Holsey was born at 6:49 PM at Boston's Childrens' Hospital!  Tegan Marie and I went out to Dinner at Carrabbas to celebrate settling on the house and Branson's birth.

Nicole sent the following picture later on in the evening:

Nicole and Branson - Face to Face for the First Time on 14 November 2013

What a sweet baby boy!  I'm so happy for Nicole and Brandon!  The baby is undergoing extensive testing to find out the extent of his heart defect, which was detected on a sonogram conducted in October. We're flying out to Boston tomorrow after work to see Branson, Nicole and Brandon. Boston and a new beginning, here we come!

 


Saturday, October 12, 2013

Stop the Insanity!

I've been watching the US government shutdown over the past few weeks with utter disgust!  How is it that the officials who were elected to serve us have ended up just serving  their own agendas at the working people's expense?  They are all jerks and every last one of them should be fired for lack of performance!

This whole mess has caused me some concern about the possibility of getting furloughed.  All of 2013 has been terribly stressful for me and a furlough is the very last thing that I need right now!  Well, today I was sitting outside of our workspace on a corporate computer and one of my team mates came out of the door and said "Mae, you might want to come inside and read your email."  I just looked and him and said "this isn't what I think it is, is it?  Then he answered "yes it is"  It turned out that our Program Manager sent an email out to everybody telling us all that we would all be receiving furlough notices on Tuesday, 15 October.  This doesn't mean for sure that we will be furloughed, but it is preparing us in the event that the jerks that run our country can't pull their heads out of their collective asses and STOP THE INSANITY!

Yo, Bozos in Washington, you're hurting the country's bill payers by relentlessly pursuing your own selfish agendas!  Cut it out and start doing your jobs!

Not long after the email came out, I looked around and almost everybody had left for the day, regardless of the fact that it was only around Noon.  Morale is now in the toilet!  I ended up staying at work until around 3:30 PM.  I received a call around 2:30 PM from somebody asking for a ride and I headed out to get them around 3:30 PM. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a very unpleasant encounter. As I've said before, let no good deed go unpunished!

Tegan Marie had a dream last night that we were about to be overcome by an enemy's army and our US government issued M-16's turned out to be toy guns.  It's amazing how the human brain can cut to the chase and tell us in our dreams that our government is not there for us during times of crises!

During the course of the next few weeks we will need to prepare for how we're going to survive if the furlough indeed comes to pass.  God please help us all to get through this in one piece!  We need a rainbow promise!




Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Lost Children of the Poconos

There are many people that I grew up with who met with a tragic end very early in their lives.  I pray for a large group of them daily.  There are several of them whose deaths have truly haunted me over the years.  I've since reached a time in my life where I want to remember and memorialize these people, so I started a group on Facebook for this purpose and named it "The Lost Children of the Poconos".

MICHAEL JOSEPH ROVLENCHIK

One of my first posts was about a young man named Michael "Rover" Rovlenchik.  Michael was one of a group of us who lived at the Tobyhanna Village Apartments in Tobyhanna, PA back in the 60s.  He also belonged to a smaller subset of us who attended Pocono Central Catholic School (PCC) in Cresco, PA.  Michael was almost a decade older than me, but we all used to ride a big Army bus to school daily, courtesy of Colonel Edward Holland, Post Commander at the Tobyhanna Army Depot. Back then, people from Grades 1 through 12 rode the bus together, which was a very interesting experience.  Michael was also a member of St. Ann's Roman Catholic Church, which is where my family and I went to church.

Michael was a very nice young man and was well liked by all who knew him.  One evening during the 4th of July weekend in 1968, Michael and his friend Billy Flaherty were hanging out at Gerrity's, which was a greasy spoon restaurant in downtown Tobyhanna back then. Apparently they were having a great time and didn't realize how late it had become.  According to my brother-in-law Blake Flaherty, (Billy's brother) they were worried about violating their curfew, so they both started running on foot to get home.  They split off at the corner near St. Ann's Church and their last words were "see you tomorrow".  Micheal's way home up to the Tobyhanna Village Apartments involved crossing the railroad tracks and running mostly uphill along about a mile of a very dark road with double lanes.

The 10:07 PM train was riding through Tobyhanna as Michael approached the railroad tracks and apparently he thought that he could safely make it across the tracks. Unfortunately, he misjudged the train's distance and was hit and killed.  Billy said that he heard the train's whistle right after he and Michael split up.  The whole community was stunned by his death!  Micheal was the first person that I knew to die and his death really rocked my world!

One of the girls who lived in the Village at that time and a PCC alumna said that after Micheal's death, his parents moved away from Tobyhanna because they couldn't bear the sound of the whistle of the 10:07  PM train as it rolled through town every evening.

Another one of our PCC Alumni said that Michael used to date the girl who lived next door to him in Gouldsboro. He said that he could hear that ten o'clock train whistle blow that tragic evening back in 1968 and Mike's girlfriend being brought home that night crying uncontrollably.

Here is a tribute page dedicated to him in the 1969 PCC Yearbook:

Micheal's Tribute Page in the 1969 PCC Yearbook - Courtesy of Danielle Rake

I'd like to thank my PCC alumna Danielle Rake for being so kind and taking the time to go to the school's library and scan this memorial out of the 1969 Yearbook!

Here's the article in the Pocono Record, which I clearly remember reading back then.  

WARNING:  This article is extremely graphic about the details of Micheal's death!!!!  If you're sensitive, please don't read it!!

Pocono Record Article about Micheal's Death

Michael was laid to rest in St. Catherine's Cemetery in Moscow, PA, which is the same place where my mother, father and brother John are buried. 

He is gone but not forgotten!

DAVID ALLEN GROSS 

Birth: Aug. 2, 1956
East Stroudsburg
Monroe County
Pennsylvania, USA
.Death: Aug. 10, 1977
Delaware Water Gap
Monroe County
Pennsylvania, USA

David Gross was a young man that I knew from High School who died tragically at a young age.  He  was the cousin of Janice Gross, a friend of mine in the 5th grade at Coolbaugh Elementary School.  He also dated a High School friend of mine named Jaye Ann Miller.  

The last time that I saw Dave was at the graduation ceremony for my class, the Pocono Central Catholic High School Class of 1977.  He and his parents came to see Jaye Ann graduate from High School.  After the ceremony, Dave walked up to Jaye Ann and handed her a present and she was really nasty to him!  It made me feel pretty bad, partially because of something that occurred earlier on that year.  My Aunt Mary Jeanne was really good friends with Dave's mother Pat.  Sometime earlier that year, Pat had complained to my Aunt that she was tired of Jaye Ann making food for Dave at their house and leaving a mess in the kitchen. My Aunt told my mother and I about this one evening at our dining room table.  Unfortunately, I ended up telling Jaye Ann about it and she went ballistic!  She ended up breaking up with him not much longer after that. I hope that my telling her about that wasn't part of the reason for their breakup! 

One August evening several months later, the story is that Dave was seen flashing some money at a party.  Despite the fact that he had no apparent enemies, he was found beaten to death at 1:37 a.m. the next morning under a rubber tarpaulin in the back seat of his 1975 Chevrolet Nova hatchback. The car was in a parking area known as the Arrow Island Overlook at Delaware Water Gap. Somebody had bashed his head in with a tire iron. The method of murder definitely indicated that the killer was enraged.  To this day, I don't think that his killer(s) have ever been caught. Although I have my suspicions about who might have been involved in his murder, I'm just going to keep them to myself. What a senseless tragedy!

Here's David's senior portrait from the 1974 Pocono Mountain High School Yearbook:


David Gross in his 1974 Gradation Picture

Here is his obituary from the Pocono Record:

David Allen Gross, 21, of Winona Road, Mount Pocono, PA died on Thursday, August 10, 1977. He was a murder victim.

He was born in East Stroudsburg on August 2, 1956, the only son of George R. and Patricia (Kemmerer) Gross of Mount Pocono. He lived in Mount Pocono all of his life.

He was employed as a carpenter by Ervin W. Gross & Sons of Mount Pocono. He was a member of the Mount Allen Hunting Assn and was a graduate of the Pocono Mountain High School Class of 1974.

In addition to his parents, he was survived by his maternal grandfather, Norman Kemmerer of Allentown and his paternal grandmother, Mrs. Lillian Gross of Mount Pocono.

David was laid to rest at Arlington Memorial Park Cemetery in Whitehall, PA.

Rest in Peace, Dave!

9/6/2014 Update on David Gross 

I just found this article written by Bryan Hay from the Morning Call, 2 June 1996

Murder Baffles Police * Few Clues Surface Since Mount Pocono Man Was Found Dead.

State police are working to end a 19-year-old homicide investigation that began with a Mount Pocono man found bludgeoned at a scenic overlook along Route 611 in Upper Mount Bethel Township.

Shortly after 1 a.m. on Aug. 11, 1977, Upper Mount Bethel Township Patrolman Jack Nolf discovered the body of David Allen Gross, 21, at Arrow Island Lookout in the Delaware Water Gap Recreation Area.

Gross was in a pool of blood under a tarpaulin in the rear of his locked 1975 Chevrolet Monza hatchback.

Nolf, now police chief, declined to reminisce about that day and deferred to state police, who have been handling the case.

Gross' death, the most recent installment of the Lehigh Valley Crime Stoppers program, resulted from strangulation and a severe beating about the head and body, according to the autopsy.

Because there was no sign of a struggle at the scene, police suspect the murder may have happened somewhere else the day before.

A rope, the kind used with pulleys on exercise equipment, was tied tightly around his neck. The body was fully clothed and the car keys were missing. No weapon was found at the site, about two miles north of Portland.

Trooper Andrew Canepa of the Belfast barracks, who has been on the case for about two years, believes Gross was robbed.

Gross had celebrated his 21st birthday with a big party at his family's home in Cresco six days before police discovered his body.

"We are constantly trying to put everything together to make a proper arrest and still need as much help as we can get," said Canepa, who was at the Limerick, Montgomery County, barracks last week working on the case.

"We know for a fact that there are people in the Lehigh Valley who are aware of or have some information or rumors as to what happened to this victim," he added. "We encourage them to please call."

Gross' mother, Patricia, said she and her husband, George, do not have any new information about the murder of their only child. She said Canepa has been vigilantly following the case and keeps close contact with them.

Even though their son's murder devastated their lives, Patricia Gross said she and her husband have tried to put it behind them and shy away from contact with the media.

Gross worked as a carpenter in his father's contracting business in Mount Pocono.

"He (George Gross) doesn't like talking to reporters," Mrs. Gross said. "He was our only son, our only child. We hope that somebody would come forward."

"To have an only child brutally murdered is a trauma none of us ever want to live with," added Canepa, who says the crime is solvable. "What's worse, there has been no justice."

Tipsters can call Lehigh Valley Crime Stoppers at 1-800-426-TIPS. Callers can remain anonymous and could be eligible for an award up to $1,000.


I pray that one day David's murder will be solved!

04/11/2015 Update 

A Facebook friend of mind and fellow Pocono Mountains native Cameron Texter recently shared this article about David on my Lost Children of the Poconos Group.  The article was in the Pocono Record on November 12, 1977, Page 19:

Article in the Pocono Record on November 12, 1977, Page 19:

 Unfortunately, David's killer still remains at large.





DAVID CHARLES SCHMITT

Birth: Jun. 1, 1959
Death: Aug. 11, 1987

Dave Schmitt was a classmate of mine during Middle School at PCC. He and I learned to play guitar together from Sister Kathleen, one of the teachers at PCC during that time.  We had fun sneaking cigarettes, skipping an occasional class or two, and cutting up in class. He eventually ended up going over to Pocono Mountain High School and I think that he graduated from there.

Dave lost his brother Ned in a motorcycle accident in 1986.  This plus other events in his life led up to what must have been an extreme moment of despair on August 11, 1987, when Dave committed suicide at his home in Tobyhanna. 

Here are a few pictures that I got from Teresa Kelly, a girl who I sat with in Chemistry class at Pocono Mountain High School, who was close friends with Dave:


Dave Schmitt in 1978 - Courtesy of Teresa Kelly
Dave in a hat, circa 1978

Here is his obituary that was in the Pocono Record on Wednesday, August 12, 1987

TOBYHANNA - David Charles Schmitt, 28, of Tobyhanna, a singer and guitarist for several local groups, died Tuesday at his home from a self-inflicted injury.

Born in Bethlehem, he was a son of Edward T. and Olive (Schaffer) Schmitt of Indianapolis, Ind. He had been a Mount Pocono area resident since 1968.

He was a self-employed contractor, operating New Additions of Mount Pocono. He had been a singer and lead guitarist for "Golden Fleece", "Band Teaser" and "Sirens Cry." He was also an avid skier, golfer, fisherman and outdoors man.

He was a member of St. Mary of the Mount Roman Catholic Church, Mount Pocono.

In addition to his parents, he is survived by his paternal grandmother, Bertha Schmitt of Levittown, Long Island, N.Y.; and three sisters, Mrs. Arthur (Ellen) Anderson, Mrs. Gregory (Sally) Bush, and Barbara Schmitt, all of Stroudsburg.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 11:00 AM Friday at St. Mary of the Mount Roman Catholic Church, Mount Pocono, with Monsignor Arthur J. Kaschenbach as celebrant.

A viewing will be held from 7 to 8:30 PM Thursday in the William H. Clark Funeral Home, Stroudsburg, where a wake service will be held at 8 PM.


David was laid to rest next to his brother Ned in the Buena Vista Cemetery, Broadheadsville.

Rest in Peace, Dave!

DAVID SCOTT KEIPER

Birth: Jan. 5, 1962
Death: Feb. 25, 1975

I'll never forget one of the saddest days ever at school back on February 25, 1975. Pocono Mountain School, or "The Jointure" as it was called back then, had an indoor swimming pool which was incorporated into the school's physical education program. I hated gym class in that pool for more reasons than I want to get into here! Needless to say, the water was heavily chlorinated and the pool area was always thick with mist and humidity. It was hard to breathe in that environment and everybody's eyes were always bloodshot for the rest of the day after swimming in it.

On this day back in 1975, a Middle School student named David Keiper was attending gym class in the pool. The story is that he was swimming with his classmates when he suddenly fell down into the shallow end of the pool. One of the gym teachers performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on him, but he died in the ambulance on the way to the General Hospital of Monroe County. I remember several of our gym teachers walking through the halls at school that day crying. It was assumed that David had drowned, but an autopsy ruled out drowning and determined the exact cause of death to be cardiac-respiratory failure.

This hit us hard at home as David and his family lived right down the street from us in Tobyhanna. Everybody in town was shocked and saddened by his death! He was only 13 years old! My family and I attended his funeral at Tobyhanna Methodist Church. I felt so sorry for his family!

David was such a nice young man that his classmates eulogized him as a "friend to all who needed one" and planted a Japanese cherry tree in front of the school with a commemorative plaque underneath it. They also purchased an oil painting of a Pocono Mountain scene and dedicated it in his name and established a Student Government fund to sponsor an eighth grade boy at the Tobyhanna Basketball Camp every summer.

David was far too young to die, but God had other plans for him. Here's a picture of him along with his obituary from the Pocono Record, Wednesday, 26 February 1975, Page 10.

David Scott Keiper

  Rest in Peace, David!