The Stacks

They came in 1741 to find a place of their own, a home for their families, and a place where they could live in peace and worship God in freedom and reverence. Nicolaus Zinzendorf and David Nitschmann led a small group of Moravians to a fertile valley at the confluence of the Monocacy and Lehigh Rivers in eastern Pennsylvania. The story goes that Nicolaus (a bishop of the Moravian church) noted how the beautiful night sky reminded him of the birthplace of Jesus and so the newly founded mission site was christened “Bethlehem” on Christmas Eve in 1741.2 Not surprisingly, it was here in this small village that local history records that the first decorated Christmas tree in the United States was displayed.1 (Bethlehem is just one of several Pennsylvania towns inspired by Biblical sites such as Emmaus, Jordon Creek, and Nazareth.)2

The Moravians ministered to the Lenape Native Americans2 in the area and established a growing religious community in the area that continues today. But the peacefulness they sought in that valley would not linger too many years before the Industrial Revolution and its entrepreneurs found that the town was ideal for new things and progress on a different front. Nearby Allentown just northwest of Bethlehem was founded in 1762 and iron ore was discovered there in the 1840s3. Iron ore – pig iron – the main component in making steel…. steel which was needed by a young country on the move in order to build the bridges and buildings and ships and weapons that would be needed to prosper.

The Lehigh River at 109 miles long is a tributary of the Delaware River and ultimately the Delaware Bay – perfect for shipping goods down to Philadelphia and via the Atlantic to all parts of the world.

Both Allentown and Bethlehem became vibrant steel-producing cities. (Now, doesn’t that get you to humming Billy Joel’s “Allentown4?)

Not to overwhelm you with too much history….but the first iron works facility was built – Saucona Iron Works – in Bethlehem on the Lehigh River in 1857. The name was later changed to Bethlehem Iron Works in 1861 and finally to Bethlehem Steel in 1899. Bethlehem Steel, which would quickly become one of the world’s largest steel producing and shipbuilding companies.

Machine Shop #2 – Just about 1/3 of a mile long.

Once incorporated, Bethlehem’s first elected mayor was Archibald Johnston, not surprisingly, a Bethlehem Steel executive2.

During its time, Bethlehem Steel would prosper –  “Among major buildings, Bethlehem produced steel for 28 Liberty Street, the Empire State BuildingMadison Square GardenRockefeller Center, and the Waldorf Astoria hotel in New York City and Merchandise Mart in Chicago. Among major bridges, Bethlehem’s steel was used in constructing the George Washington Bridge and Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge in New York City, the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and the Peace Bridge between Buffalo and Fort Erie, Ontario.”2  

My personal favorite on the list of accomplishments was provision of the iron that was used to build the 45.5’ steel axle for the world’s first Ferris wheel (264’ tall) created for the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair.2

While the Moravian community up on the hill would continue, it was Bethlehem Steel with its manufacturing plants at Sparrows Point, Maryland, Johnstown, Pennsylvania, Lackawanna, New York, and Burns Harbor, Indiana, that would dominate the growth and economy of the little town for more than 140 years until its closure.

So, all good things must end, I suppose, and that would include Bethlehem Steel (later to be merged with US Steel). The great furnaces that roared continuously night and day for eighty-one years from the first firing in 1863 were silenced forever in 1982. Finally, in 2003, the once mighty Bethlehem Steel was done.

It seems that there were many reasons for the demise of this great company – bad investments, mismanagement of pension plans, increasing competition from overseas companies, rising labor costs, less labor available altogether…. the list is a long one.

Today, Bethlehem is quiet and again (for the most part). The town itself thrives and is home to two universities – Lehigh University and the Moravian University.

As for the steel industry, the town has preserved its history in “The Steel Stacks” that remain down by the river. The area has been transformed into a park and event venue that is dominated by the old steel furnaces and industrial buildings. Most of the buildings are slowly but surely rotting away. All have been fenced in for safety of visitors and are no longer accessible. The “Stacks” themselves are also fenced in, but a catwalk has been built alongside the old infrastructure where visitors can walk and view the rusting furnaces of the abandoned mill. We spent an afternoon exploring the park and strolling along the catwalk gazing in amazement at the size and sheer “presence” of the steel stacks that dominated this valley for so many years.

As Billy Joel sang of “Allentown3, you might also sing for Bethlehem, still vibrant but peaceful again after all these years.

Now you’re singing, right? So, take a moment – stop & listen: Billy Joel – Allentown (Official Video)

Bethlehem is in Pennsylvania just about 45 miles west of Philadelphia, 72 miles south of New York City, 197 miles northeast of Washington DC, and 149 miles northeast of Baltimore – easy to find and only a couple hours’ drive – just right for a daytrip. There is also a small museum at the site where you can learn lots more about Bethlehem Steel and enjoy a guided walking tour along the catwalk.

Sources for Information:

  1. Bethlehem, Pennsylvania – Wikipedia
  2. Bethlehem Steel – Wikipedia
  3. Allentown, Pennsylvania – Wikipedia
  4. Billy Joel – Allentown Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

Martha and Mary (in me)

It’s Christmas and time to share one of my favorite Christmas stories from the Bible at Luke 10:38-42. You know the one about the two sisters, Mary and Martha. Jesus came to dinner and Martha was stressed because she was doing all the work and Mary was sitting by Jesus listening to him as he spoke to the disciples and that made Martha even more stressed? Right?

Not a Christmas story, you say? Well, let’s call my story an application rather than a strict interpretation.

So, Martha is stressed, and she goes to Jesus to “woe-is-me” a little bit and she asks that he intervene and give Mary a good talking to. After all, wouldn’t he agree that Mary should be helping?

Now, when I was young and mama said my name twice in a row like that, it either meant that I had done something wrong for which I was about to be punished, or maybe I looked too forlorn for words, and she was just gonna give me a big hug. I think that’s what Jesus was gonna do – give Martha a great big hug to help her settle down a bit and remember that she was talking to someone who loved her dearly but who wasn’t going to be there with her forever. I’m not sure that’s what Martha was expecting him to do though.

I can certainly understand all her stress. After all, it is Christmas, and there is so much to do. Why, if there’s to be any kind of joy when Christmas Day gets here, someone has got to get cracking and get things done. There are plans to be made, presents to buy, cakes and cookies to bake, and at some point, someone is going to have to get that tree up and decorated. Why, if I had started all this back in October when the Walmart starts putting out their Christmas decorations, I’d still not have time to get everything done. My “inner” Martha is totally rolling now and I am pretty anxious, but I can do this. I just need some lists (I’m big on making lists) – task lists, budgets, grocery lists, present lists – why just for cookies & cakes alone, we need flour, sugar – regular and powdered, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, ginger….lots of spices. And there’s presents. What do the children want this year? I just don’t have a clue – I’m not sure socks and hats are going to be at the top of their lists although these things would always be needed and appreciated, I’m sure. The lists are endless and money shorely doesn’t grow on trees, now does it? How will I ever get it all done? And, where’s that Mary when I need her?

Only one thing? The good portion? The love and joy part? The family part? The salvation part? The part that cannot be taken away from me? Let me think about this.

About those decorations that need to go up. Come to think of it, how pretty the tree looks this year even without all the ornaments. I remember when we made those little four-pointed stars out of Q-Tip’s and yarn? The babies’ hands were so small, and they had so much trouble getting those Q-Tips to stay together long enough to start winding the yarn all around. I had to hot glue the Q-Tips together so the yarn could even begin to go on. And there’s this wooden cross made of olive wood that we bought in that little wood-working shop over in Bethlehem right down the street from the Church of the Nativity where Jesus was born. Oh, there’s that one ornament left over from the year I decided the balls were boring so I’d bling them up with some glue and glitter – we made such a mess, had glitter all over the place – three months later, I was still sweeping that stuff out of the cracks and crevices in the kitchen. Those ornaments are all broken now except for this last one. That must have been forty or more years ago. My baby girl is all grown up now – no more help with blinging out the ornaments.

Hey, here comes the neighborhood Christmas parade…..”Merry Christmas”, “Merry Christmas”, they all call out as they pass me standing there by the side of the road. Oh my! How did they ever get all those packages up on top of that golf cart like that? And the twinkling lights! And there’s the old grinch bringing up the rear throwing out candy to the kids trailing along behind. What fun! “Goodbye…Merry Christmas!”

It’s so cold out here tonight but the sky is so clear, and the stars are coming out. One of those stars would be the very one that the Wise Men followed to see the new king. There are so many out tonight, which star could it be? In all creation, in all those millions of stars out there, there was just one that led them to the Lord…..just one child born that night to save us all.

The good portion……Mary chose the good portion……and it’s Christmas.

I let the joy and peace wrap around me like mama’s hug so many years ago. I remember….our children won’t always be children, our memories won’t always be sure, the music won’t always be playing in the background, our friends won’t always be close by, our parents won’t always be here with us……time will not wait for us to get it all done before we find a moment to stop and feel the wonder of it all….to consider the “good portion”.

Martha and Mary. A time for Martha. A time for Mary.