Showing posts with label Clamtown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clamtown. Show all posts

Saturday, September 20, 2008

City Mascot










Only a few of the many Schuylkill County municipalities are lucky enough to have official mascots. Some of the more familiar names include the Clamtown Clam and Ringie, the Ringtown Ring Worm. However Pottsville has been under contract with the famed snowman, Pottsie Ottsie, for almost three decades. There is now a public demand that his contract with the City not be renewed. Some taxpayer groups are questioning whether or not the city got a raw deal when the contract was first signed. Many insist that Pottsie Ottsie has not lived up to the rigors of the job and that it is time for a replacement? Some argue that a City Mascot is an unnecessary frill and a waste of tax dollars. However these uninformed individuals are not aware that the City Code mandates a mascot.
City Ordinance 3755, adopted in the early 1970’s, reads as follows:

“The City of Pottsville finds that a mascot has the potential of having great benefit and impact upon the people of Pottsville. It is the intent of this ordinance to provide for an exclusive city mascot and to regulate the activities of the said mascot within the limits of the City and the satellite and puppet municipalities of Mount Carbon,Mechanicsville, and Palo Alto.”

The ordinance was adopted when the city was going through a metamorphosis with many changes occurring.The City Surgeon General predicted a rapid rise in obesity within the city.In response, a public works project was immediately commenced; widening the downtown sidewalk in order to handle the pending girth of pedestrians. However, city officials failed to realize that obese people aren’t noted for any discretionary walking and the large sidewalks remained empty. This time period is known to all as the "Era of big sidewalks."
I recently visited the Historical Society and after several hours of research I discovered that there were numerous applications for the position of city mascot. In fact, applications came from all four corners of the county. Auditions were held for the position of mascot after a merit selection panel, free of any political pressure had been appointed. These four men and one woman had a tremendous burden placed on them – to select the city’s goodwill ambassador! Right off the bat, many applicants were disqualified as not projecting the “right” image. For instance, the chain smoking Sharp Mountain bear, the fuming East Penn Co. Bus, and, of course, the unknown Warlock biker, were just three immediately rejected.
The finalists were selected on personality, poise, talent and brains. Most of the talent was mediocre as the various interpretations of “Smoke on the Water” got stale rather quickly. However, the brains category required the contestant to properly spell such words as Mahantongo, Jallapa, Faraquar, and Fischbach; Pottsie Ottsie nailed them all!
However, when it came down to the final two contestants, the judges had their work cut out for them. Henry- “the Claymation Sensation” - was certainly the odds-on favorite. He was a cross between Henry Clay and a California Raisin. He was sharp and he was on target. He wowed the judges with his soulful medley of “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” and “My Old Kentucky Home.” Many in the audience thought it would be a slam-dunk for Henry.
Luckily for Pottsie Ottsie,in the early 1970s Pottsville was still a noted ski resort. It was the home of the famed “Pottsville Ski Lodge,” nestled in the majestic Sharp Mountain in the city’s Yorkville section. Winter sports were big back then within the city. Skiing, snowmobiling, and ice fishing were just a few of the many outdoors activities available. The Ski Lodge single-handedly transformed the community into another Innnsbrook. In fact, lederhosen could be spotted in City Hall and the annoying yodeling of “Lonely Goatherd” filled our streets.
Yes, Pottsie Ottsie, the pudgy snowman, won the coveted contract. His talent also helped a great deal. Who would have thought that the eating one pound of Mootz Peanut Rolls washed down with an ice cold Yeungling beer in less than one minute would be so popular? Pottsie did.
While in some respects Mr. Ottsie was a sage, unfortunately he did not foresee the collapse of the ski industry within the city. Some blame its demise on the fact that its ski lift only traveled downhill. Historians, such as Mark Major, argue that there is a link between the death of the ski lodge and the fall of disco music. Others argued that it was due to the obesity epidemic that continued to spiral, encouraged by Ottsie's over-indulgence in peanut rolls. Al Gore blamed it on global warming. This controversy still rages on to this very day.
With the end of the city ski industry, Pottsie Ottsie limited his activities to an occasional appearance at the Winter Carnival Queen Coronation and Cruise Night. That is why many complain that as a city mascot he has grown fat and lazy. He no longer projects the image the city is trying to project. And then there was the scandal in which he was accused of selling his autographs to children in exchange for Mootz’ peanut rolls. Enough already. Isn’t that enough to get him out?
I think its time that the City selected a mascot worthy of leading us towards the tri-centennial which is only 98 years away. If you agree with me, then write to City Hall and demand a new City mascot and offer ideas for a replacement, or you can email the City at contactus@city.pottsville.pa.us

Friday, July 4, 2008

Clamtown Races







The Clamtown ladies sing this song
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The Clamtown racetrack's five miles long
Oh! doo-dah day!

I grew up with this Stephen Foster song ringing in my head, over and over again…doo-dah…doo-dah…oh! doo-dah day! With gas price spiraling as I predicted to seven dollars a gallon by Labor Day, I thought it best to head over to Clamtown right away. Gas prices go up almost hourly, so it is cheaper to ride to Clamtown now and rent a room for a night or two. My destination is the Clamtown Racetrack, just west of Tamaqua.


I want to visit the Clamtown racetrack, I want to watch my horse win, place or show and more importantly I want to see the Clamtown ladies that I heard about. Oh! doo-dah day!

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

It would be my last ride in the old reconditioned wienermobile that I purchased years ago at a Blum auction. While it certainly is a more attractive “babe magnet” than a Hummer, it uses too much gas, which I just can’t afford anymore. I will take if for its last ride over to the Clamtown Races. Oh! doo-dah day!


Oh, the long tailed filly and the big black horse,
Doo-da, doo-da
Come to a mud hole and they all cut across,
Oh, de doo-da day

I never had much experience with horses. My experiences with horses were limited to riding “Flying Horses” at Lakewood Park and wearing a rented horse costume from Gombar’s. I do however own both the Mr. Ed DVD Collector’s Edition Set as well as America’s album “A Horse With No Name.” I realize that none of the above makes me a proficient equestrian, but I always enjoyed placing a wager on a horse even if the horse was a wooden one on the Lakewood Carousel. That is why I am heading over to the Clamtown races. Oh! doo-dah day!


Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

I bought a horse earlier this year when I decided to go green. I still try to conserve energy. For instance I keep my television on the lowest setting, watching WNEP’s Noreen Clark and Joe Snedeker most of the time. It is Channel 16 but 2 on the dial. However, I needed to take the next step towards energy independence; anyone can recycle old Yuengling cans, but it takes a real man to go out and buy a horse! That is a real commitment, like a marriage. That doesn’t mean I gave up driving altogether. I use the horse for essential local transportation such as picking up the “Saw III” DVD at Hollywood Video or a slice of pizza at Roma. Horses have maintenance costs, more than I originally thought. More costs than associated with a marriage. To recoup my investment I decided to race my horse once or twice and the five mile long Clamtown Racetrack seemed the ideal location. At first he was so slow that the jockey kept a diary of his trip, but he has improved a lot. I credit it to the galloping back and forth to Roma for the pizza slices.

I went down there with my hat caved in,
Doo-da, doo-da
I came back home with a pocket full of tin
Oh, de doo-da day

When I arrived at the Clamtown racetrack the crowds were already thick with revelers. Yes, the Clamtown races involve many traditions that surround the race itself. For instance, the Clamtown women were there, appearing in fine outfits, wearing the finest elaborate hats on their heads, munching on Heisler Dairy waffles and Leiby pies simultaneously. While I normally limit my consumption at outdoor festivities to funnel cake, bean soup and bleenies, I make an exception on Clamtown Race Day. That is when I join the others and partake in waffles covered with fresh Lewistown Valley butter, strawberry jam and syrup. All washed down with ice cold Yuenglings. Oh! doo-dah day!

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

My horse’s name is Super Skook by the way. I had him shaved to cut down on wind resistance. Please root for him to win the Clamtown Race.
Oh! doo-dah day!