Going ... Going ...

Going ... Going ...  

07-13-11
 
It's almost over.
 
The coal silos and a stub of the South wing remain.
 
Within a month, construction will begin on a new football stadium.
 
Maybe the players can wear the Number Jackets found by one of the contractors. Maybe someone will play hockey on the new field, using the old hockey stick that was also found.
 
Dan Rosenfield
 
Shots are from across the street, taken from the former Swifton Mall along Reading Road, Across from it through the chain-link fence at the front of the property, and the back of the building through the fence and at the site entry-way through the fence.
 
You will notice that the GRID, about 50 feet above the stage, is intact and visible. The stage sets (flats) and some lighting fixtures were hung from the metal slats that made the grid the grid. Some of the pulleys and cables are visible in the pictures. Part of the initiation into the stage-crew was the requirement that the applicant(s) crawl across the grid. It was scarier than H. 50 feet up, looking down through the slats down to the stage floor. And there were openings in the grid where the pulleys and lights were mounted that were big enough that a leg - or a smallish, inattentive crew member - would have fallen through it.
 
The ramp is gone, but the double transom-window doorway that opened to it is there (I think) and the blue doorway on the left of the stage structure, is quite visible.
 
As I was taking the pictures of the back of the building, a young man -- a 1991 graduate, drove up to take some pictures. He and I both spoke of how someone should have salvaged bricks, etc. and offered them as mementos at a small price - perhaps to use for the acquisition of a memorial plaque. 
 
I will take more pictures in another week.
 
Please have fond memories of the building and the milieu of the times.
 
Regards,

Dan R.

 

July 6, 2011: 
Last week's pictures recorded the skeletal remains of the stage and the void left by the destruction and cartage away of the fondly remembered, officially or otherwise sanctioned, "smoking ramp" that was the refuge of many a
nicotine-addled youngster. Today's pictures record the continuing march toward inevitable oblivian.
 
The rapacious mechanical beasts continue to eat away the carcass of the once solid building. Admittedly, it was not a stately edifice like some other school buildings in the district. More functional and business-like, it possessed a certain charm and aura of permanence. And it is not easy to reconcile in one's mind the seeming immortality of its structure with the forced decay it is undergoing.
 
One can discern the team-work that has enabled a relatively small number of workers and machines from cooperating companies to accomplish their mission. Nothing like good-old teamwork. As Linny, Tuck, and Ming Ming, the Wonder Pets, sing vociferously during their show: "What's going to work? Team Work!, What's going to work? Team Work!" And boy, does it ... I have learned a lot from those Wonder Pets!
 
Dan Rosenfield 07-06-11

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