> The surrounding towns of Shenandoah, Ashland, and Mt. Carmel are hauntingly beautiful in a way that can only be found in Pennsylvania Coal Country.
As I said in another comment, this are is where my mother was born (Kulpmont) but I have relatives in Shamokin and Mount Caramel as well.
This is a Polish side of my family and the culture that was very strong. I really miss those towns. We could walk into the polka hall and just watch people. Some of them would know us and give us a shot of vodka.
In Mt Carmel, we used to walk on the old slag heaps and look for crystals. There was a mountain. We actually called “Crystal Mountain“. And on the way to that site we used to walk over the creeks that are filled with sulfur and stunk like you couldn’t imagine.
it used to make me happy to remember these things but now it just makes me depressed since I know there’s probably nowhere left like that anymore.
As I said in another comment, this are is where my mother was born (Kulpmont) but I have relatives in Shamokin and Mount Caramel as well.
This is a Polish side of my family and the culture that was very strong. I really miss those towns. We could walk into the polka hall and just watch people. Some of them would know us and give us a shot of vodka.
In Mt Carmel, we used to walk on the old slag heaps and look for crystals. There was a mountain. We actually called “Crystal Mountain“. And on the way to that site we used to walk over the creeks that are filled with sulfur and stunk like you couldn’t imagine.
it used to make me happy to remember these things but now it just makes me depressed since I know there’s probably nowhere left like that anymore.