I have apparently channeled my inner bubble head and can’t remember WHERE exactly this is in Phoenixville, only it may NOT actually be the borough. It is on Route 29. The nice man at the Phoenixville Historical Society seems to think it is in neighboring Schuylkill Township.
Anyone know anything? I have heard conflicting stories. Some people say it is historic, others say not historic, just abandoned but some family still owns the land. I have heard it may have had a retail use at one time too.
Just one of those curiously abandoned structures that litter Chester County. I figure all of them have a story.
I still do not get how people abandon their land and stuff just is allowed to rot. Sorry the photos are odd, every time I see this place I am a passenger in a car and I have to snap quickly with phone camera….
The nature of humans and writing is a weird and complicated process, often because of what the reader expects from the writer.
Some posts write themselves in the middle of the night. That is the genesis of this post.
Sometimes I do not sleep well. I am on a drug for the treatment of breast cancer called Tamoxifen. I have three years to go and one of its side effects is it can affect your sleep. I don’t often talk about the whole breast cancer thing here, I have a dedicated (and well-respected blog for that.)
On this blog, I have had people who have taken issue with me speaking about my breast cancer. But it is part of me and like it or not, and it has shaped my life experience.
Ironically, having had breast cancer has taught me many positive things including the value of life and living life well and being happy. It gave me the courage to pursue my dreams, yes, like writing.
A lot of what annoys people about my discussing my breast cancer is when I measure it against other experiences. As it is the hardest and most difficult thing I ever experienced personally, heck yes I measure other experiences against it if the spirit moves me.
I have learned in life that often if your opinion differs from the comfort zone of others that can prove problematic. Especially when you write. You can verbally state your opinion more easily than if you write it down. But the thing at the end of the day that people don’t get is I write for me. Writing is first and foremost something I do for myself. And I do actually do research things which I am curious about.
Maybe someday I will have a book in me and not just a blog or occasional byline. Maybe I will write the memoirs of a female blogger. I will say I do have self-published photography books that I have done, and that was quite an enjoyable and rewarding experience.
As I make my way through this writing experience, I am often amused at what strikes a nerve. One of the first nerves was writing about West Vincent Township. Then came horse rescue. Wow horse rescue is still one of the largest read topics on this blog with a close second to Justice for Argus and Fiona. And then there is of course my asking if a favorite restaurant would survive because of listings in both sheriff’s and tax sales lists coupled with an additional land purchase for another restaurant in another county. Chicken little you would think the world was ending for verbalizing what quite a lot of people are still talking about.
Also amazing to me is how many people like my recipes and photography. I am so pleased about that. Recipes and photos are something really personal to me, so I really am happy that people are receptive to both.
Not all, however, have been receptive to my photos. Take for example the odd responses from the woman who grew up with the Women’s Lib Barn (yes I did do some research to ascertain it was a woman writing to me.) To this day I shake my head at that – I loved that barn for so many different reasons and my photographing it was like paying homage to it. But she so soured me on it, that now I just drive by….I don’t even look at it.
That was my favorite barn in Chester County. It is the first one I really noticed when I moved here. It spoke to me. As a woman I find myself often torn between the old and new, and the old roles of women versus the women of today. It also speaks to me because to me it also represents the uniqueness, individuality, and independence of the people of Chester County – traits I admire and respect.
I also write about parenting on occasion, collecting (as in antiques and collectibles) and gardening. At my core, I am part Domestic Diva or Suzy Homemaker. I love that for the first time in my life I actually have time for all of this, and can experience it without guilt or reserve. I love sharing those experiences with people. I even write about childhood recollections.
I used to focus more on activism based blogging. That was what I did then, and while it still has a role in my writing, it is not the main focus. I will write about things that I find curious. Or strange. Now, I write about whatever strikes my fancy, and share fun things I discover along the way.
Recently I have written a couple of things that are in the category of religion and beliefs. We should be able to talk about this stuff. I have in the past too. As a Catholic and as a human being I have expressed my disgust over pedophile priests. I have also touched on born again Christian stuff. No one had a problem with that or pedophile priest discussions. But when I touched on Rudolf Steiner and Anthroposophy, holy tomato Batman! It is like I personally corrupted the Holy Grail.
To me Anthroposophy represents communes and cult-like behavior. (Communes are intentional communities and intentional communities are communes, right?) Oh my! I have had people rear up….all associated with Waldorf or Steiner Schools. Am I the first to question Anthroposophy or Steiner? No. Go ahead, read THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS. Waldorf Watch a site devoted to this. And then there is Waldorf Straight Talk and a lot of things submitted by former teachers to different sites. I am sure some can say they are all disgruntled employees or residents, but are they? I know one story personally. It is not mine to share, but suffice it to say it was a former Kimberton Waldorf teacher and the person is hardly an axe grinder.
If you look at the comments regarding this touchy topic I have this man who has popped up who told me I was “afraid of my neighbors” and that I had a “fear piñata” I swung wildly at. He is in addition to the woman who just seems angry in general that I have expressed an opinion on this.
The man wants to help me “confront” my fear and that by my opinion which as an individual I am entitled to have that I have instead performed an ad hominum attack by “labeling” them. Oh and that I write in order to sound clever. And that I am not real.
Ah yes, the most devastating comment: because I don’t agree with what he is indeed trying to sell me, I am, therefore, not “real”.
Am I a fan of CSAs, organic farming, taking care of the mentally and physically challenged in our community, and Kimberton Whole Foods? Yes to all of the above. Except when I measure saints among us, my definition of saints and Godly people are derived from a more traditional religious beliefs and practices. And yes I am aware that CampHill has done some truly nice things. After all was it not CampHill Special School that took in the family of one of the defendant’s in the Milton Street trial a few years ago? That was very generous of them and honestly a good deed.
I am quite real, and I am clever, but not in the derogatory way the commenter intended. And I am not fearful. I merely stated my opinion based upon the research that I did.
It is always funny to me that people will feel free to tell you what you should and shouldn’t be writing about. I have to ask why they aren’t writing if they feel so strongly about certain things?
Some accused me of perpetuating “hearsay” while stating my opinion. I have to ask is the renowned publication The Atlantic “hearsay”? Is it only “hearsay” because they don’t want to believe people are writing about how they feel about Waldorf, Steiner, and Anthroposophy?
Waldorf schools are popular with progressives. But how do you feel about a dose of spiritualism with your child’s reading and math?
Would you send your kid to a school where faceless dolls and pine-cones are the toys of choice? A school where kids don’t read proficiently until age 9 or 10 — and where time spared goes to knitting and playing the recorder? A school where students sing hymns to “spirit” every day?
I am a fairly simple person with a complicated brain . I think about a lot of different things.
Things like why people abandon their homes, factories, churches, and farms and so on fascinate me. You know I love to photograph the old and abandoned and there seems to be a lot of that in Chester County, unfortunately. I believe it goes with areas that still have a rural component.
Abandoned and desolate, this house suffers from not only overt neglect, but a dispute to its historical net worth. A friend was kind enough to share this photo. The location is (if I have it straight) is slightly west of Valley Forge Park , sort of behind VF Baptist Church.
Some days I write about things that make me go HMMMM and other days I also write about things I cook. Other days I write about both. It’s just the way it is.
Like take this weekend for example – I made a tortellini salad with cucumber, shallots, string beans, tomato, tossed with fresh basil and Italian flat leaf parsley and rest with a homemade lemon tarragon mustard caper vinaigrette -The dressing is homemade and came out of my head as I was preparing peach pie filling. Yes, I also made a double crust peach pie with the delicious peaches from Northstar Orchards whom I visit at The East Goshen Farmers Market.
And if Sears would ever come fix my oven, (even Whirlpool/Maytag is upset with Sears) I might roast tomatoes and write about it. Roasted tomatoes make for awesome gazpacho as well as being delicious on their own as just a vegetable.
I also write about simple fun things for my home when the spirit moves me. I love the Smithfield Barn and Resellers Consignment for that reason. This weekend at Smithfield Barn I got the vintage pie plate in which I baked that pie photo captioned above.
Some of the things I write about are things that I grew up with. Like lamps. My mother had these two lamps in our home growing up. She hasn’t used them for years in her current home and had put them in a closet. Over the weekend she passed them along to me along with for a lack of a better description, lamp parts. You would be amazed how much better a lamp can look with a harp that gives a shade a different height.
The lamps are totally “me”. The shades I plunked on them I had in the attic. They came from a lady who used to be at Black Angus or Stoudt’s Antiques in Adamstown – she made these amazing pierced lampshades. I don’t even know if she is there any longer. My friend Anna’s mother got me hooked on these lampshades as well as my mother – they both had this style of shade on lamps in their homes.
See the lamps – they are so fun:
The lamps are in different parts of the house and I am so enjoying them! But as my mother said I like quirky lamps. I think these are very cool!
I love old stuff. Not necessarily antiques, but vintage. Setting my table with funky old dishes and vintage linens is total fun to me.
I actually organized my old linens yesterday. I have accumulated them in essence for pennies on the dollar because I get them at thrift shops, tag sales, church sales – wherever I see them that I like them. But I refuse to pay oodles of money for them. I love vintage linens basically because the quality is so much better than a lot of what you see today. Also a lot of times it is just that much more fun. I have a few kitschy 1950s and 1960s tablecloths for example – totally fun.
Also in the textile area are vintage and handmade quilts. Again, I look at church sales, farm/barn and even on eBay. I only buy what I can use and I am limited on what I am willing to pay.
Not one of mine. Made by a friend of mine for her granddaughter. A modern quilt that captured the vintage essence I love.
What else is on my mind today? Something troubling my friends who live in Schuylkill Township. They are facing quite the unsavory and dense development more suitable for urban living on a parcel of land that makes some refer to it as Groundhog Day – apparently it is a bad repeating nightmare for residents in a particular spot where they have bog turtles, rare bats, serpentine asters, bald eagles roosting and the DEP, US Fish and Game, have all been involved in the past. There are apparently steep slopes, egress and traffic issues. It feels like an uphill battle to these folks where the developer always wins. Who even cares about environmental and social degradation anymore is the last thing one friend said to me.
I know nothing except there is a public hearing TONIGHT.
I will fully admit that this whole create zoning to satisfy a particular developer or a slew of developers is problematic. One needs to look no farther than Lower Merion Township in the heart of the Main Line. When I tell you I spent years at meetings on similar development nightmares, I kid you not. They have these zoning overlays that were in essence designed for specific developers so they could build (one developer who is familiar to Chester County even referred to one overlay as “his zoning” and a meeting.) Another thing? When new developers appear on the scene, they then append the original zoning to satisfy even more developers.
“Planned Residential Developments” which are designed to afford flexibility to respond to growing demand for housing of all types and design. The proposed Planned Residential Development Ordinance will allow mixed residential uses on properties of at least 60 acres in Schuylkill Township.
The thing is this – I keep waiting for any of this zoning in any municipality to actually be about the residents with the best interest of the residents born in mind. I hate to sound jaded but it never is. These weird zoning things are for the lining of the township ratables pockets and the developers. The most bang for the buck on the profit margin side. If the zoning doesn’t fit the plans politicians want, they change the zoning. The flip side is when you try to get them to change the zoning to protect residents, environment, open space, you choose, it never seems “doable” does it? Or if they do regurgitate changes they are insufficient or weak enough that what people were trying to avoid happens anyway.
Zoning boards blame planning and commissioners/supervisors. Supervisors/Commissioners/Planning Commissions blame the Municipalities Planning Code
Yes, community planning is a passion. Where you live is a big deal. And I hate to sound like a Myna bird but once open space is gone, it’s gone. Once historic and older homes are gone, they are gone. You can’t save everything, but communities should plan better to save some things.
To empower cities of the second class A, and third class, boroughs, incorporated towns, townships of the first and second classes including those within a county of the second class and counties of the second through eighth classes, individually or jointly, to plan their development and to govern the same by zoning, subdivision and land development ordinances, planned residential development and other ordinances, by official maps, by the reservation of certain land for future public purpose and by the acquisition of such land; to promote the conservation of energy through the use of planning practices and to promote the effective utilization of renewable energy sources; providing for the establishment of planning commissions, planning departments, planning committees and zoning hearing boards, authorizing them to charge fees, make inspections and hold public hearings; providing for mediation; providing for transferable development rights; providing for appropriations, appeals to courts and penalties for violations; and repealing acts and parts of acts. (Title amended Dec. 14, 1992, P.L.815, No.131)
Note this covers Transferable Development Rights? That is what many residents in West Vincent are fighting as they also fight to keep their tiny, rural community from being overdeveloped.
You know, to control things like this from happening:
Having nothing to do with Chester County, I also have the Syria of it all on my busy brain. I guess I just have an Obamarifficproblem with a purportedly peace-loving president who pulls troops out of places like Iraq and Afghanistan to send them to Syria. So yes, I am thinking in this case a little isolationism might be good for the United States.
We can’t be everyone’s champion and big brother world-wide if we can’t fix issues on the home front. We have people starving and dying every day in the United States. We also have a crappy economy that could deal with a little love not a few more smoke screens to divert away the attention of the average American.
Anyway. That is it for the day. Love me or hate me, this is my blog. If you do not like what I am writing about, I will miss you, but will completely understand if you go find other blogs to read. But the reality of life is we can all have different opinions.