Photographer's Note

A little memory...

My mom and dad grew up in this small coal mining town in middle Pennsylvania, Shamokin. Like many other cities in the Anthracite coal region, Shamokin's economy slowed then stalled altogether when cheaper coal could be found in other parts of the world. Even when I was younger the local teenagers would cruise up and down the main street (Independence) on Friday nights and cause minor mischief late into the evening. In time, this tradition too has apparently died out. Shells of once grand buildings hold oppurtunistic junk dealers and an ever changing rotation of bars.
One thing has not changed, at least not since 1910...Coney Island. This small restaurant has provided hamburgers and hotdogs; coffee and bottled pop for nearly one hundred years. The locals hold onto this business as the rest of the city and its landmarks crumble and fall to the demolition hammer.
If you happen to pass through (or even near) this small town, stop in and order a burger and dog with the works...fried onions, chili, mustard...The chili is still a strongly held secret. If Coney Island passes the town dies for sure.

It's a time warp...cherry flavored soda through a straw in returnable bottles.


Printed on Ilford Warmtone paper.

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