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ALL, THEY SAID, WOULD VENTURE IT TOGETHER" Walam Olum Paul Kelley My father's voice was asking, was wanting to know there was before, they were not the only ones, they were not always here, these people, this land did not always hold them up, they came westward as part of a movement of people from Page 17 eastern coastal cities inland for land from Connecticut New York New Jersey into "The Beautiful Valley" in ones & twos & by the score: Smith, AbbotsPhillip & James Reuben Taylor, Isaac Trip, Howe, Slocums, Fellows, Joseph, Enoch Holmes, Daniel Wademan, Duwain, Von Storch, Obediah Gore, Drinker, Henry, Wurtses, and later, Scrantons, and later still hundreds and thousands more not mentioned nor remembered as the quanta rolled up It was land they were after, at first, when the land was oak, & and pine trees so thick they called the place Dark Hollow, air to breathe, clear water, abundance, space they could spread out in, & put wheat into the land, to make a new beginning or was it soon after, by 1828, it was all different it was coal that brought them here, coal the land was sought for, abundance no longer of the labor the fruit the land yielded profit now in dollars coal to fuel the fires of iron & steel & railroads Industry with a big I Lackawanna Station standing in a wheat field steel tracks & all newness gone to King Coal & the people to mine it & to lay the track, to forge, to work to make industry, machines, imported Page 18 as materials, their many languages used by their employers to keep them apart, these people from Wales, Ireland, Poland, England, Germany, Russia, & Italy the "olde world" come together here which americans & the Lenni Lenape, who were renamed "Delaware" after an English baron, were forced, went quietly, west, & disappeared there, Wissler says the land & the people & the coal & the city a voice asking was wanting to know.
Julie Page 37 runs round on him but he's got one son ain't hers a lawyer somewhere I never heard who comes to pick him up in a blue "ben-sadies-benz" Sundays a couple times a summer. His stump gets all blue in the cold so blue you'd think it hurts, but he says no it ain't hurt since he blew it off, but he has me wrap it in a red t-shirt he uses to wipe oil off his wrench, when he starts to feel his breath freeze on his lip. He's scared it will fall off and he won't be able to tell 'cause he can't feel it hurt.
He worked, a taproot tunneling inward, layer by layer, digging in a world of shadows, thick as a slug against the floor, dark all day long. Wherever he turned, the facets showered a million stars. , having been to the end of it, core and pith of the world's rock belly. Page 28 OLD MAN MÜLLER Nancy Deisroth I can't sleep, Doc, My heart pounds so. Can't you hear it? I'm afraid to close my eyes. Name? Muller, George. In the old country it was Müller. Georg Müller. Here it's different''easier," they say, "more American"; and I wanted to be American.