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Where the Ancestors Slumber

Interesting presentation about historic African American cemeteries coming up on the 21st at 1PM at Stenton, 4601 N 18th Street.

Joe Menkevich, local historical researcher, has been doing research on the historic cemetery at Wilmot Park (Meadow Street across from 2nd Baptist) which is now under the playground there and will attend the meeting.  This cemetery was in use at least through the early 20th century.  It should be on the historic register.  Follow this link to more information about the meeting.

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NFL’s Long Forgotten Rivalry

Green Bay Packers vs. Frankford Yellow Jackets

From Ghosts of the Gridiron:

In November of 1925 the Green Bay Packers made their first trip to Pennsylvania. The purpose of that visit? To play two of the newest and strongest teams in the National Football League: the Pottsville Maroons and Frankford Yellow Jackets.   The Packers fell victim to the Maroons on Thanksgiving, and two days later suffered another setback at the hands of the Yellow Jackets.   In retrospect, the game in Frankford was probably the more meaningful of the two contests. For when the Packers returned to the Keystone State the following season, it was to face the Yellow Jackets on Thanksgiving, and that game witnessed the beginning of what quickly became an annual holiday tradition.

Read the rest of this story at this link.

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This Sunday at the GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC MUSEUM & LIBRARY

This band is well worth a visit.  They only perform here once or twice a year.

Sunday ‘Open House’ Civil War History presentation

 January 11, 2015 at 1:30pm


‘Martial Tunes of the Civil War Era’

By the 28th Pennsylvania Regimental Band

FREE & Open to the public!

GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC MUSEUM & LIBRARY

Historic Ruan House • 4278 Griscom Street• Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19124 •

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Deni Playground – Remembering Childhood Memories

by Julia (Robinson) Mitchell-Hoffman

When I was a child, I spent many hours playing at Deni Playground. I can remember being very young when my sisters would take my brother and I there. We would play in the sand box on the top level of the playground and also on the swings that had safety guards on them. My brother would climb the monkey bars and act like a monkey. As we got a bit older my sisters would take us down to the big kids playground where there were swings and a slide. My brother loved to be pushed on the swing and like to swing so high. My sisters loved climbing the rocks. My brother and I wanted to climb the rocks but our sisters would say no. There was no stopping my brother once he decided he was going to climb them. Till this day I still laugh when I think of how he would harass both of my sisters by climbing them and running along the rocks. One day he even threatened to make himself fall and tell my mom they were not watching him!!

As I got older the field across the street became more of an attraction to us girls as we would watch the boys play sports. We also loved watching them play basketball back at the playground. It was a safe place to play and always was a fun place. For the most part the kids all got along. There were occasional arguments but they did not result in much. It is funny sometimes how you forget these things of your childhood and when someone dies you are reminded of those places were you spent time enjoying childhood friends.

The field across the street from the playground was also a place where carnivals were held. I can remember playing ski-ball and so many awesome games, riding the amusements, eating cotton candy and walking hand in hand with my first boyfriend. Up the street from the playground was St Joaquim’s where we would go to Strawberry Festivals and have a great time, always returning back to the playground.

It is amazing to remember these times in a good light.  May each of us remember to be gentle with each other and with our own selves, striving to make a difference in this world.

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Christmas Explosion Rocked Frankford in 1995

That Winter in Frankford: An Historical Retrospective of 1995-96

Thomas and Hazel Hummel have lived in Frankford for over 29 years, and you would be hard pressed to find better neighbors. They have been witnesses to the history of the community for better and for worst. The fact is, they have helped shape this community in a variety of ways and all good. Hazel’s porch and garden are always lovely, always distinctive, and always picturesque. She is that unmistakable figure out and about watering, clipping, and picking up trash. At times, she is aided by her grand children, nieces, nephews, grand nieces and grandnephews. She is a busy woman and prefers it that way. She has raised 10 children and cares for a nephew who lives in the area. Her husband Thomas does not let grass grow under his feet either. He is nearly always working on a do-it-yourself home project and still holds down a job. Tom is the cofounder of the triangular 200’x 200’x 200 foot garden in Frankford that was formerly a vacant lot after the Bell Telephone building exploded late in the winter of 1995. These 2, Thomas and Hazel Hummel, nearly septuagenarians, are giants. They are the golden anchors of the Frankford community. However, this is an historical account which tells of a catastrophe to which Tom and Hazel had a front row seat and lived to tell the story.

It was the year of 1995 the winter of the great blizzard. Thirty one inches of snow would hit the Philadelphia later in the season. The Hummel’s were all settled down on a cold winter night of December 29, 1995. Their 5 children had settled hours earlier and now Tom and Hazel slumbered peacefully. The first explosion rocked their home at 3:15 am, but that was the small one. The next was the Big bang. It shattered every window in the area for blocks around and sent huge sections of brick, mortar, and wood in all directions. In fact a 4 inch by 4 inch plank rocketed through their neighbors front window, tore through the house, and exited the rear. Front porches were destroyed and large pieces of rock and glass blasted into homes slamming into walls and destroying all things in the path. Soon the Bell Telephone building was totally engulfed in flames and sirens wailed.

Little Penney Hummel, the youngest of their girls, groaned. She had not heard the blasts. “Mom, she asked, Why are you waking us up so early?” Hazel darted from room to room gathering her children and what necessities she could find. The fire department immediately evacuated the area, and with their 5 children in tow the Hummel’s were raced off to their son’s home. Their car, along with several others on the block, had been crushed by falling walls. It would be a couple of hours before the fierce fire was brought under control.

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Thomas and Hazel Hummel were away from their home for 2 weeks. When they did return the damage was widespread. Tom recounted that it looked like Beruit after a jihad. Thomas and the neighbors began the cleanup, but Hazel took the youngest children on a Pocono mountain vacation for a week while the older ones stayed to help Tom. Reconstruction began and slowly but surely the people of this community (along with holding down full time jobs) reclaimed their homes. The neighborhood was changed though. A huge pile of rubble remained on the site, and finally after a full investigation the cause was determined. There had been a gas leak in the old Bell Telephone Building on Penn at Folkrod and Oxford. Remarkably, there were no casualties and an amazing community action, graced with love and genuine concern for their fellowmen, sprung up during the reconstruction. Yes, this community in Frankford led by Thomas Hummel and others reclaimed their homes.

The lot excavation was barely underway when early in the new year Mother Nature surprised the east coast with an extreme blizzard. Thirty-one inches of snow fell that weekend in January, 1996 and many cities along the eastern seaboard were storm-locked for weeks. But spring finally came and Frankford went back to work. The citizens of this community were on a mission and an explosion and blizzard would not hold them down.

Then there was the problem of the gaping hole in the earth. The Bell Telephone building footprint would later be filled, but what should be done with the open space that remained? By degrees, Tom, Roy and members of Philadelphia Horticulture Society came up with a plan. It would be a green-space, a city park. The beautiful garden remains there to this day as do Tom, Hazel, Roy, Angel and other stalwart members of this community. They are testaments to civic pride and hard work. And considering the slow, but perceptible degradation of this section of Frankford, these folk did not take the easy way out. They did not take to flight, no they stayed and continue to make positive contributions to this community.

Tom and Hazel’s children are all grown now and raising their families. They are all productive and appreciated members in their own communities. And the reason is simple. They have had great parenting. They were raised well. They were taught to be good neighbors, to realize the importance of community and hard-work. Oh…. for a thousand Tom and Hazels. That would be just great! Yes, good neighbors and good parents are what this community needs. In fact, it’s what every community needs.

Alexander Houston

All photos courtesy of Tom and Hazel Hummel