In reference to the recently concluded 9-part series covering the history of The Soul Clinic, the eight piece R&B band from York, PA, drummer and band leader Larry Smith wrote:
A) It was a well-researched, INTERESTING saga...
B) Presented in an accessible "interview" style by a
wonderful writer & editor, Mr. Thomas Anderson...
C) ...that made you want to read more!
D) Even people who don't listen to music a lot or don't
particularly like "Soul Music", LOVE the "behind the scenes
stuff" and "anecdotes". We had plenty in there dude!
(The Clinicians have gained a new friend. Tommy!!)
Jackson Truett, who played keyboards for The Concords and Jay & the Techniques, wrote:
I enjoyed the blog. Memories
are fun especially when they
represent our moments in the
spotlight. The names, pictures
and places were really quite
revealing. They brought back
memories of a time that very
few enjoyed in all of America.
I've always felt that "American
Graffiti" was written about
York. The York/Harrisburg
scene was more than "BIG" it was a "Gold Mine" that very
few tapped into. Those days are remembered by Yorkers
with fun and affection.
Jack's former Concords band mate Rick Dillman, who became trumpet player for The Soul Clinic, wrote:
Can't thank you enough for
sticking with this and getting
it right. Everyone absolutely
loves it. All of us are humbled
and so appreciative for the
love expressed. You can be
proud of the series. We are.
We will be enjoying this for
a long long time.
I made this image with all of us and you in the background:
In case you missed it, you can catch the entire 9-chapter Soul Clinic series from the beginning by clicking here!
of the happy occasion.
Your posts on the blog and the comments they elicited
really helped to make Mother's birthday an especially
She never in a hundred years - literally- ever expected
or received such attention. We so appreciate your time,
your thoughtfulness, and most of all, your caring about
our mother and our family. Such kindness will never be
Meet Mr. Blake Stough, a man who has come down with a bad case of Shady Dell Fever. Blake operates a blog called Preserving York in which he explores York County history.
Recently, Kathleen Mae Schneider contacted Blake and enlisted his aid in solving some of the Shady Dell's many mysteries.
Blake Stough has picked up
your enthusiasm about the
Shady Dell. He came to the
Dell and stayed almost four
hours. He was entranced
with the place! He loved
poking around in crawl
spaces and the loft of the
barn and found some
Blake Stough wrote:
I visited the Dell with Kathy and had a great time exploring
I'm sure you'll be interested in the photographs I took,
which included the use of a wide-angle lens so I could
capture more of the scene at one time.
Blake has already published two articles about M'Lady Shady on his blog.
The first post traces the timeline of major events in the early history of the Dell from its construction through the Brown family years during which automobiles, hunting dogs and patent medicines were sold there, through the Spangler family years when squab pigeons were raised in the barn for sale to local restaurants, and on to the Ettline years when the estate was transformed into a hangout for teenagers. Follow the history of the Shady Dell in Blake's article entitled:
Next, tour the Dell as it looks today and behold the series of outstanding, high quality photographs taken by Blake during his recent visits:
“Shady Lady” Estate
Finally, I received a thoughtful and beautifully composed letter from my dear friend Jenny at Knees and Paws. Jenny has engaged me in a friendly argument, encouraging me to go beyond blogging and write a book or screenplay based on my experiences as a teenager at the Shady Dell.
It's not about the squab. Your screenplay is about that one night at the Dell, the night that is in essence, every night at the living Dell. The one night where your experience is the one that people feel on a cellular level...not something like a history lesson
or a detached memoir..
It's not about the squab, but it is about that one night when you felt what it means to look into John's eyes as a young man. The night that got a little crazy and you ended up breaking that girl's heart, but not on purpose. It's about that night when you realized how deep your feelings were when you danced to soul music that was so different than anything that was "safe" to listen to, like white music.
It's about that night when you felt a kinship with your buddies, bonds that would last a lifetime. It's about showing what happens when young people create a community when they are given something so rare and beautiful; a space to dance! It's about Helen and John wanting a houseful of children and moving around that barrier of natural selection.
It's about that one night, but also about every night in flashbacks and conversations. It's about that time when you were so frustrated with the way things were going at home, how god awful boring the land around you felt, how quiet the house was when your parents were reading their newspapers. How you were secretly counting the hours until sunset. It was about the music. The girls. Maybe even about the beer, but it was really about the music.
It's about that one tragedy that you haven't yet forgotten that changed how you lived.
It's about showing the people in our country what they could still be having if they threw away their ipods.
This is the only way we evoke even a fraction of an emotion in literature, in film, in blog land: though the magic of a personal story in the context of a changing, fleeting season in a complex and beautiful world.
Please understand that I fully enjoy Shady Dell: Music and Memories the blog and plan to continue reading it for the duration. I love it and this is why I am writing to you today.
I want to see and hear and feel that night that has nothing to do with squab, and it's a selfish thing to wish for.