A Family Reunion held in the same place for 100 years should be celebrated. My husband’s family, the Swanks, have met at the Ralpho Township Park (or someplace nearby) in Elysburg, PA since 1914, give or take a few years during World War II. Two cousins, Allen and Percy Swank (originally spelled Schwenck), began the tradition, and this July over 130 souls attended the noon potluck/barbeque, epic picture-taking and 5 pm supper. My husband and his three brothers are directly related to Allen Swank and have been attending reunions for at least 50 years. (http://newsitem.com/news/swank-family-gathers-for-100th-reunion-1.1721960) There were T-shirts, many photos and, for families with kids, an afternoon trip to Knoebels Groves, a nearby amusement park.
Knoebels Grove is a special place. First of all, the name is never used with an apostrophe. It’s a family name, and it’s tradition. Set in a heavily wooded area around Roaring Branch Creek, the park opened in 1926. The Grand Carousel (my favorite ride) replaced an earlier, smaller model, and is from Riverview Park in Rahway, NJ. It was built by Kremers in 1913, and is one of the few which still offers a brass ring. Outside horse riders vie for large rings, which are hand-fed into a arm-like contraption that falls into place when a bell rings about half-way through the ride. Grabbing the single brass ring, not one of the many steel rings that come sliding down the arm yields a free ride.
Oh, an important fact–you only pay for the rides you want, there is no overall admission fee at Knoebels. You can walk around for free. Try that at The Mouse. (Florida slang, you can figure it out)
We rode the carousel, and enjoyed the shady ambiance of the park. There are about 60 rides, a beautiful pool (called the Crystal Pool) and multitudinous picnic pavilions. For wooden coaster riders, the park is a mecca. No alcohol is allowed, and if you eat in the restaurant you might choose chicken and waffles for Sunday dinner.
Knobels is a throw back. It’s rumored that Malcolm Forbes took Elizabeth Taylor to Elysburg once–on his Harley. We drove a rental car, but it was well worth the ride.
Stay tuned, we shall speak of still other things…we haven’t even crossed the boarder into the Empire State.