Showing posts with label John Pott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Pott. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Pocket Park





It will be several more weeks until the city of Pottsville unveils the name of its newest park located on North Centre Street across from the YMCA. Anticipation is building and already the city bookies are giving odds on some of the names in contention. I am not sure what all the criteria consists of for naming the park - now informally called Pocket Park. I sort of like the name Pocket Park and I would appreciate it if they just left the name alone. I have written a letter to the city requesting that it be officially be dedicated Pocket Park. However I was told that odds are one in three in favor of it being called El Parque de McGeever and two in six that it will be Barfield Park. Odds for it to remain Pocket Park are one in ten thousand. Not too good.

Parks don’t have to be named after people. Think about Central Park, Jellstone Park, the Boston Commons, Jurassic Park, Washington’s National Mall, Itchycoo Park or San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. Pottsville can have its Pocket Park. I think there was a clown from the area called Pockets, so maybe he can honored if a person has to be honored. This way the name can remain the same but I don't think it is necessary.

Someone told me that what the city officials are generally looking for is a person. Not just any old person; preferably a living person, a friend, who is in need of an ego boost; if not, one that was recently living and who would still appreciate an ego boost posthumously. Personally I am against naming any public property after a living person or a recently departed person but I am in the minority.

The person to be honored must definitely be a man of course. Preferably a good old boy. Nothing in the city has ever been named after a woman and rightfully so. This policy stems, not from Sharia Law or Eve tempting Adam, but from the incident in 1807 when Maria Pott, the wife of city founder, John Pott, refused to attend the first American Way Fair with her husband. She said she hated the rides and she hated funnel cake even more. The chief burgess was so incensed that he introduced an ordinance banning the naming of any public property after any female from that day forward. The ordinance remains on the books today. Just like the ordinance that bans electronic billboards within the city. Look around and try to find anything named after a woman or try to find an electric billboard. You won’t find any and you never will. In a local hospital you will find a room named after Judge McCloskey and all our elementary school is named after John S. Clarke, who ran a garage I believe, but nothing after any women, even though most of hospitals and schools were staffed by women over the years. It’s forbidden to name anything after a woman other than a hurricane and the city is very strict on enforcing its ordinances. If the ordinance was repealed, Amanda Silliman would be a great example of a woman to be honored. She heroically assisted in giving aid to wounded civil war soldiers and at times risked her own life doing so. It is the 150th anniversary of the civil war and an appropriate time to honor her. She was also the first principal of the female grammar school on Centre Street. She is ineligible though because of Maria Potts' refusal to go to that fair that one partly cloudy day in May 1807 because she hated the horse-drawn tilt-a-whirl.

I was thinking that the Going My Way Bar that once graced the location of the park and featured some of the city’s first go-go girls. Top notch entertainment. These were female dancers who danced to vinyl records -predecessors to today's pole dancers - and they were trend setters in fashion; most of what is taken for granted today for normal female attire among the young ( and even not so young) stems from these go-go girls. I was planning to write a letter in support of one of my favorite dancers at the Going My Way, who really shook the floor when she danced to the Stones’ “Brown Sugar.” Maybe the park could be named after her. It’s a pity that ordinance remains on the books. Blame it on Maria Potts and her distaste for funnel cake.

I was told that there is one in ten odds in favor of “Justice Charles Moran Park” but while his credentials are very strong, it must be ruled out as his district did not encompass North Centre Street. Another Park will have to be built in the Yorkville Section for that to happen. Where is revenue sharing when we need it?

Someone said, “why not name it after a person of some national recognition?” To them I say why don’t you build your own park then. General Joulwan has his park and he is nationally known. That is enough for this city to handle. Anyway can you name any other person of national prominence from Pottsville? And don’t be bringing up some civil war generals or city founders as the criterion requires that the man must have lived in the period from 1960 to the present, and preferably a member of the Hibernians (while not absolutely necessary it sure does help). There is no one I can think of. Anyway, nothing of importance happened around here before 1960. It was a depressing time around here. Section 8 hadn't yet been invented. I think Section 2 1/2 was in effect. It was a time that people swept their sidewalks and took pride in their own property; these people were neighborly, and like me, frequented the downtown bookies to purchase their daily number tickets while shopping at the dazzling amount of busy stores, rather than sitting in front of computers to do on-line gambling and shopping. A sickening time indeed.

I got a great idea. I was thinking of that Rocking Horse Charles fellow that used to grace Centre Street. It was during an era when our charismatic street people were known to us on a first name basis. Rocking Horse Park has a ring to it. In fact I like it more than Pocket Park. I think I will write another letter to City Hall and suggest Rocking Horse Park. He was a man (not necessarily a Hibernian, but don't hold that against him) who had no national claim-to-fame but who certainly would appreciate an ego boost.


















Thursday, June 28, 2007

Pottsville's American Way "May" Fair

The May Fair has become Pottsville's Frankenstein Monster. When it was created in 1976 it was great but it has outlived its usefulness as is now an annoyance.



“The Great American Way May Fair” has been a Pottsville tradition for a long time. It did not begin in 1976 as you have been led to believe. It actually had its start in 1809. According to my book, Pottsville History For Pathetic Numskulls, Maria Pott set up the first funnel cake stand on South Centre Street to celebrate the arrival of spring in her new city. That first event was rather primitive. While the fair only had the funnel cake stand and a mule ride, the highlight was to be the stage debut of the city founder, John Pott. Apparently the entrepreneur attempted a mid-life show business career. Trying to shake his stuffy, German businessman image, the city father was introduced under the name of hip name of Pott Daddy. His musical numbers included a rousing “Working in a Coal Mine,” “Last Train to Pottsville,” and the finale, “Sixteen Tons.” It was billed as his “ Big Suit Tour” with the deliriously eccentric singer wearing his now legendary oversized suit. As it was extremely hot that day, Mr. Pott supposedly removed both his suit and shirt and threw himself into the city’s first mosh pit, which was shocking in those days. Little is known of the members of his back-up band, but Pott Daddy’s own guitar pyrotechnics were cutting edge. The pyrotechnics consisted of lumps of smoldering anthracite coal. His guitar was used as an object of rage as he smashed it against an architecturally historic building. I think it was the old Weiss building. However, his audacious performance ended The Big Suit Tour, his musical career, as well as the Fair itself. The phrase, “Going to Pott,” was coined after his performance and it refers to “someone who is going downhill or has seen better days.” The Fair did not resume again until 1976, and, since that year, all Pottsville men take off their shirts at the festival and proudly display their pasty white chests out of reverence for the city founder. It is lucky for humanity that John Pott kept his trousers on the first fair day! As a footnote, his oversized suit is on display at the Historical Society during its summer long exhibit of “The One Hundred Most Shocking Moments in Schuylkill County History.” Try and catch it, if you have a chance.
The contemporary Fair has more musical variety than there are bumpy city streets. The current Mrs. Trout and I have differing musical tastes but that is no problem. She enjoys the Swiss yodelers, while I really like my country music. I dress for the occasion and wear my finest, shiny belt buckle. I polish it for days before the fair begins. Women who dig country music apparently appreciate a man’s shiny belt buckle. I don’t know why though. Last year there was a great duet that sounded incredibly like Owens and Jennings. No, not Buck Owens and Waylon Jennings. I mean Bill Owens, a former County Prothonotary and Peter Jennings, the ABC newscaster. The group that brings the Trouts together is The Pottsville Kiltie Tribute Band that features performances of the legendary all female bagpipers’ greatest hits. During their heyday, the Kilties were better than The Spice Girls, Courtney Love, Salt N Pepper, and The Notre Dame Bagpipe Band all rolled into one. Maybe most of you don’t remember “The Kilties.” I do, I was present on January 30, 1969 when they gave their impromptu farewell performance on the rooftop of the Necho Allen Hotel. Some say that they played eleven bagpipe songs to the curious crowd of onlookers before dispersed by the city police. But others say that they only played one cover set of “Ina Gada Da Vida.” To this day, no one is sure, as bagpipe music all sounds annoyingly the same. Its sort of like rap music without words – monotonous, yet hypnotic.
My daughter, Santana Trout, loves ^)(^ -“The Band formerly known as Third Brigade.” This musical group has a long history. Can you believe that they have played since the days of the Civil War? That means that they have been together longer than the Stones. Yet, to get a hipper imagine, they recently changed their name to just an unpronounceable symbol. I am not sure how that is going to work out. I liked the name “Third Brigade Band.” Lastly, Mammy Trout can’t get enough of the Three Pennsylvania Dutch Tenors. This awesome trio is known for performing the bawdy songs of 2 Live Crew in the authentic dialect of southern Germany. That includes Ich So Hornig and all of the others. The Tenors will perform in front of the Senior Center and hopefully Mammy will behave herself. Last year the coal and iron police, who act as Fair security, had to drag her off the stage. If you haven’t been to the fair, then you haven’t lived.