A Walk Through Green Ridge After A Snowstorm.
The snow ended late yesterday leaving us here in the Green Ridge section of Hazle Township in Northeast Pennsylvania with almost twenty inches of snow on the ground. It was clear and a frigid 9 degrees when I left for my daily two mile morning hike.
The section of Hazle Township called Green Ridge actually refers not only to my area in Hazle Township but also to the western portion of West Hazleton. I walked by my parent’s house and up to North Street, and passed the homes of middle class folks, and also the historic Pulaski Club, established by Polish coal miners in 1915. This area was once almost all of Slavic , and mainly Polish heritage , but is now home to a mixture of nationalities.
I usually crawl through a fence in the Mountain View Cemetery and walk through this peaceful tree lined place to visit my dad’s grave. Not today, the hole in the fence was covered with snow so I walked along the cemetery and into West Hazleton.
I walked back to the entrance of the Mountain View Cemetery and trudged through the heavy snow and into a winter wonderland. The gravestones and bare trees contrasted with the deep blue skies and the pure white snow.
I made my way to my dad’s grave and spent a few moments reflecting on the many good times we enjoyed together during the many snow storms we shared over the years. I find much peace out here. This is a link to some more photographs from my visit to the cemetery
I trudged back through the deep snow and back to the streets of West Hazleton. I walked past my old alma mater, West Hazleton High School, now used as an elementary school. I walked the streets back to my home. Here is a link to some more photographs from my walk through the streets of Green Ridge,
After warming up, and a few cup of coffee, I headed back out to the woods on my property behind my house. It wasn’t easy going but the deep blue skies and white snow once again made for a Winter wonderland . And of course I had to built a fire to keep warm. There is something so comforting about a fire crackling in the snow on a frigid January day. After warming up by the fire I trudged my way back home. I am not a snow or Winter fan but I will have to admit it was a pleasant morning, even with almost two feet of snow on the ground. Here is a link to some more photographs from my hike in the woods.