Category Archives: History

Before It Was “The Bell House”

Some things were never meant to remain unchanged, even in the Town Time Forgot.

At the corner of Laporte and Allegheny Avenues  stands perhaps our best example of adaptation. It has been a church, a museum, and a private residence all in the space of 100 years. Have you reinvented yourself that many times?

Col. J. Richter Jones,, Union Officer. Killed in action.at Batchelder’s Creek, NC 1863. Jones Ave. is named for him.

It all began with that Eagles Mere visionary, Judge J. Richter Jones who had already purchased the area and changed its name to “Eaglesmere.” (Yay! Much better than Lewis Lake IMHO. ) Then, with his church roots running deep–he was son and grandson of ministers–he felt it was time to add a place of worship to the community. The first minister was a Rev. Boken Oken (I am not making this up). The congregation met in a converted cottage on Laporte Ave. Unfortunately it was destroyed by fire in 1872. Keep rambling....

The Hardly Able in Hibernation

This sweet craft surely must be the lake mascot.  Summer is truly in swing when the Hardly Able begins its daily tours. At the end of the season, all the little grateful sailors grab sponges and soap and scour her hull before she is tucked into her cozy bed for the winter.

Have you ever wondered what the Hardly’s bedroom looks like? It’s not easy to tell by looking through the windows– if you dare get that close to the dirty, spider-webby glass!

Even if you’re brave, you’re still likely to be disappointed because it’s so dark in there! (Well, who likes to sleep with the lights on?) Keep rambling....

The Town Clock

Who doesn’t love the Clock?

It’s got all of the character of a great old lady who knows she’s past her prime, but won’t admit it. She stubbornly refuses to modernize her look.  She doesn’t get her facts right most of the time anymore, but her beauty and charm cause us to overlook those minor flaws.

Eagles Mere Clock
It’s always 4:06 somewhere.
She’s more useful these days as a cheerful welcome to all who approach town, whether the visitor whose heard of this Town-Time-Forgot place and is now assured of its truth (because thanks to her, time truly stands still), or the world-weary summer person whose heart sings at sight of her, knowing he’s at last left the grind behind. Keep rambling....

Stella: One Helluva Storm

“Stella. One Helluva Storm.”

Did the Weather Channel know that naming a storm “Stella” would make tagline creation so simple? “Stella: One Helluva” Gosh, that was as easy as a Staples button-push!

Winter Storm Stella, Eagles Mere, PA
Crestmont Drive
Anyway….

They began predicting this She-devil a week in advance. Betting pools pitted American models against European models. Weather weenies like us were glued to our screens like they were smeared with cocaine. Sadly for us, hope for a knock-out against the mountains waned as the days slipped by.

More and more it looked like the Big Cities were going  to be the Big Victims, and as such were in a state of total meltdown. We didn’t even have to be there; we’ve lived there long enough to know. Bread and toilet paper would become currency. Salt and shovels would be front and center in, of all places, drug stores. You’d think city-dwellers in the Mid-Atlantic hadn’t encountered a snowstorm since the last Ice Age. So if there’s going to be a record snowfall, let it be in the mountains and let the Flatlanders battle their rush hours in peace. It would have been easier if the storm’s path hadn’t taken a sharp left turn only eighteen hours prior to hitting. But thanks to the aplomb which mountain folks have toward natural events, we “weathered” it pretty well.

Being the newly-minted expat flatlanders that we were, our shelves Keep rambling....