Thursday, August 17, 2017
“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It’s a postcard perfect summer Sunday afternoon at the historic Heller-Wagner Grist Mill, located just off the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.
The Grist Mill dates back to the 18th century and operated into the 1950s. The Borough of Hellertown took ownership in 1965, and nearly two decades later it was turned over to the Hellertown Historical Society. The Grist Mill is now an historical museum and a portion of it, the Tavern Room, may be rented for private functions.
The Wash House can be seen at right. It is the smallest stone structure overlooking the mill chase and ponds. Built in the 1700s, it most likely served as housing for early millers and their families, along with a portion of the Grist Mill. It is now referred to as The Wash House, because after the construction of the Miller’s House in the 1800’s, it was utilized to wash sacks for the grain and possibly as the family’s wash house.
The Grist Mill grounds also include The Miller’s House, home of the offices of the Hellertown Historical Society; and the 1860 Walnut Street Pony Bridge and a barn across the street.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
“And you’re daddy’s little girl
You’re the end of the rainbow
My pot of gold
You’re daddy’s little girl to have and hold
A precious gem is what you are
You’re mommy’s bright and shining star
You’re the spirit of Christmas
My star on the tree
You’re the Easter Bunny to mommy and me
You’re everything nice
And you’re daddy’s little girl.”
~ “Daddy’s Little Girl”
~ lyrics & music written by
Robert Burke & Horace Gerlach
~ recorded by the wonderful Al Martino
The heart of summer within the heart of summer … a father teaches his little girl to ride a bicycle on a gorgeous July afternoon on the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania, such a sweet sight I was lucky to capture and showcase in sepia to enhance the nostalgic feel.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
“Happiness, not in another place but this place … not for another hour, but this hour.”
~ Walt Whitman
A beautiful mute swan glides on the water as sunset knocks on the door of a sweet summer evening along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania, perhaps reflecting on the beauty of this sunkissed moment.