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Saturday, July 04, 2020

Prodigal Son Returns To Panther Valley Middle School

Harry in his old classroom

    Dancing around on the bucking wooden floors

Wooden floors in waves

I was a teacher working at the Panther Valley Middle School from 1970 to 2003. 17 years ago - on my 55th birthday - I walked out the middle school door never to return again. A couple of years later - Panther Valley build a new middle school - and the old school was put out to pasture.

I won't go through the political stories why the school was not sold - torn down - our turned into something new. They are plenty of stories - facts - rumors - details - and outright lies. I will just say that the school has been gutted and the leaky roof has been doing its job eroding the school.

The school was built in 1916. It was the pride of the booming town of Lansford. It was landscaped and was equipped with the latest and greatest things. It had a beautiful auditorium on the main floor with skylights and a tile gymnasium in the basement. It has a coal furnace and a state of the art ventilation system. It has an emergency electrical generation system.

In 1965 - it became the Panther Valley High School - when the four towns joined to form a new school district. In 1973 - when the new high school was built - it became the Panther Valley Middle School from 1973 to 2005 when it closed.

I started teaching there in 1970 when it was the high school. I taught Earth and Space Science and Physics. I was 22 years old - it was my first and only real job. I was teaching kids that were just 4 years younger than me - and some maybe 60 pounds heavier than me. In 1973 - when the high school moved to its present location - I stayed behind and taught Earth and Space Science in the middle school. So I was in the same building but teaching 12 year olds.

For 33 years - I had to be in the school by 8 AM - and went home at 3 PM. I was lucky to teach 5 classes a day - usually all my classes were on the same page.

On this trip home from Florida - I wanted to see my old classroom. Everyone said it was in such bad shape that it was impossible to get permission to go inside. But with the help of several former students - Krys Tiedeman - Ben Turrano - Lisa Hiles - and Rich Willing - they were able to contact the owner Andy XXXX - and he wanted to meet me and hear my story.

On Friday at 11 AM - we met at the building in my motor home - Andy - Ben - Lisa - George Taylor - Lulu - and me. We went in the front door. We got to visit every room.

One of the former owners gutted the building - they removed anything of value - radiators - slate blackboards - some plumbing and wiring. He also sold a large part of the parking lot to the Lansford Fire Company next door for $14,000. Then he abandoned the project. The present owner bought it at tax sale in its present condition. He plans to renovate it - and I hope he does - but I doubt it will happen. It would require so much work and so much money - I can't imagine any use that would pay for it. In a town where industry it gone - and a tax base that is dwindling - I do not see a need. I hope I am wrong.

There is no longer electrical service in the building and no running water. No heat. The leaking roof has caused so much damage to the wooden floors. Plaster and paint are on the floor like fallen snow - like slush. In some place plants are growing in the muck. It reminds me of the time in 1986 when they visited the Titannic at the bottom of the ocean with a remote submarine - where stuff is littered around like history. Just the task of removing the debris is gigantic. I got tired just thinking about it.

The window shades are still up and many of them are working.

I was able to identify every room and what teachers taught there. My two rooms - 34 and 35 - were in remarkably good shape. The ages had been kind to them. With just a vacuum cleaner an da few chairs - I could have struck up a lesson. The place where we plane "hiney basketball" was remarkably clean and ready to go.

The hardest place to explore was the audtorium/cafeteria. From 1916 to 1973 - it was an auditorium with a slanting floor downstairs - and upstairs in the balcony. In 1974 - they installed a flat wood floor - so they could have cafeteria tables and a food service line. I ate there every day - good food at bargain prices. Ice cream cones for 30 cents. One inverted on another - chocolate on top of vanilla - made a 60 cent "clown sundae." Those wonderful cafeteria workers served 700 kids in less than two hours.

I was not too taken aback by the condition - I know what weather can do to a place. 15 years without protection from water and cold can level many places. This building stands tall and strong - although it could use a makeover. Remarkably - there is very little broken glass. The windows are tinted to keep out bright sun.

The most sensational thing is seeing all the lockers and blackboards gone. This is followed by the wooden floor being buckled from the rain. Floors are buckled with waves as high as a foot!  Radiators were rolled down the steps causing destruction there.

Deep in the bowels of the basement is the "Panther Pit." This was the most feared basketball floor in the area. People sat on all four sides right up to the side and base lines. Overhead behind the baskets were seats occupied by frantic fans who could almost reach out and block shots from behind the backboard. I remember one time being harassed a whole game for sitting with my future wife on the Tamaqua side of the court. The Panthers won that came big.

The hole was still in floor where the dental chair was once mounted in the middle of the faculty room.  I remember sitting on the toilet in that same faculty room - when a 6 foot high parapet came tumbling down from the roof - causing us to close school for a week.

I remember the humongous dances we had in the gym on Friday nights - where we would raise $1000 at $2 a head - for the student council and yearbook club. I remember the famous "Kiss Style" concert we had featuring the group "Serpent Gown" - and the trouble I got in because that band left a mess in the locker room.

But most of all I remember the middle school teachers I taught with in that school. I remember how dedicated they were and how they stuck together. The other teachers in the district called us "The Rat Pack." We were a team. I will mention some names - I will miss many - but here they are - Zubek - Balliet - Dietz - Reinbold - Hoffman - Horvath - Henninger - Tucker - Pikna - Depuy - Szczecina - Cerimele - Swartz - Lukac - Laird - Reichard - Sharpe - Havel - Mitchell - Bynon - Taylor - Werntz - Gelatko - Bortnick - Ouly - Rakos - Fertally - Teno - Thear - Watto - Becker - Rader - DeSei - Grevera - Kosciolek - Kashlak - Inama - Fada - Williams - Brookover - Porembo - Everhart. If I missed your name - let me know - and I will enter it.

I am on my way home now in my camper to Florida. I have a new home now - but it will never replace the good times I had in the Valley and this building. I was always working class. I thought that if you had to work - this job I had was really good. I am retired now and having a really good time - thanks to the years in this building. I love when I see my former students having great lives and being very successful. Those years were very important - that school provided wonderful experiences. I learned so much from those kids.

Lisa and Nancy became good friends.

Ben Turrano went here

Ben and Taylor

My van - my classroom

Balcony - very dark

How many good shows were here?

The stage

Step by the faculty room

Lulu was rewarded with some library hardware

The balcony 

Plaster paste on floor

Gym north windows

Fans sat up behind those cages

The Pit - south bleachers

Down in the gym

Lisa helped arrange this - she was excited

The principal's office

The auditorium

Looking north

They rolled radiators down the steps

The view is obstructed by the fire company


The library - the east side

The front office

Suspension room

Gym facing west

Panther Pit

Abandon hope all ye who enter

The front doors

Some rooms were pretty clean

Faculty room art work

The faculty room bathroom

I think this was Mr Tucker's room

I only have one life to give to my school

In front of the main office

Water is the big damages 

The home economics room

Henninger and Lukac taught here

There is the old coal bin

Down in the boiler room

Main foyer - honor plaques gone

A tree grows near the library

Photos by George - Lisa - Ben - Lulu - Harry