the october 25, 2015 poetry reading at studio b went swimmingly. thank you to everyone who brought such enthusiasm & interest !

the second poetry reading for this project at studio b in boyertown had a very gracious audience, and three poem-sources were able to attend: shirley reifsnyder, mary hess, & alice gerhart, helping to bring the audience total to 20 people.

laura kline of earl township assisted with photography to contribute. many thanks to her kind heart for that labor.

shirley reifsnyder, seen above, came into this world in 1934 and spent most of her life on the outskirts of boyertown. below is her poem excerpt from the first volume in this project.

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two friends and i walked into maimon’s clothing factory 

on franklin street in boyertown when we were 16. they 

hired us right away. we didn’t sit at machines but hand-

stitched the armpits of inner linings in coats, a needle 

and thread and too 

                                           fast

of skill for the women who worked there. competition,

our speedy fingers—within weeks, maybe days, the man

they called the boss told us they didn’t need us anymore.

we knew the older women fussed about us, didn’t like

us, our teenage laughter, how quickly we did our work

compared to them. so much for that first job, that pay.

next, i did tacking at penn valley knitting mill on route 

562, securing the tops of underwear with cotton tubing,

just the waistband at the seams, at the edges of hips.

in summer, with no air conditioning back then,

we sweat jelly beans. now a doctor’s office, i found

myself sitting in the waiting room exactly where 

my machine once sat, and i could stare out the same

window i knew there in the 1950s. later, that mill 

moved to second street. on fridays, the girls and i 

often went to ethel’s luncheonette at third street

and south reading avenue. we downed banana

splits, sometimes ice cream sundaes. but i took up

tacking at campbell and helmich for better wages.

women’s nighties shaped to life in our hands.

i tacked the waistbands at the closing of panties.

some of the nighties had straps. some had sleeves.

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alice gerhart attended the last reading at studio b back in june, as a great supporter of this project. her poem excerpt will be saved for another featured post in the future. 

we had some great book sales on this particular sunday afternoon, and the enthusiasm of audiences is always heart-warming as they ask questions and shares stories with the poem-sources who are able to make it to these events. studio b's organizers are also great hosts, and the space is wonderful for a poetry reading. 

anyone looking to order a copy of the first volume of poems for this project can do so through the gofundme campaign or through old school means (a likable approach, cash or check) at a future reading. see updates on the blog for more poetry reading dates in november and december. and if anyone has seniors to recommend for interviewing in the second year of the project, please send any suggestions to thelaborsofourfingertips@yahoo.com.

a great inspiration for this poetry project-- frank kelso wolfe of royersford, montgomery county.

this month marks the first year since poet-artist-comedian frank kelso wolfe passed away. he served as one of the greatest inspirations for this poetry project, and the first volume of poetry is dedicated to him. 

a first annual memorial event hosted in his honor happened at steel city coffeehouse in phoenixville on thursday, october 8, 2015, a day after the exact anniversary of us losing him, at least in bodily form.

please check out his tribute website at www.frankkelsowolfe.com. a few friends are encouraging people to test out their own versions of his art to be uploaded to share and also keep the site constantly evolving, which he would have absolutely loved. test out his art for yourself, if you like. it would warm his energy of spirit so much, any time a paintbrush moves across a canvas or a piece of paper, in honoring and remembering him.

and below some samples of his art is a poem by him.

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this guy
by frank kelso wolfe
written 10 august 2014

if i knew a guy named frank
and it was 3:39 in the morning
and i knew he was sitting tall
at the foot of his unkempt bed
in the high backed leather swivel chair
seeing his own reflection
in the black bay windows and elegant clay
(a distinctly different perspective
just four feet from where he used to lay
twisted in the joyful pain of being alive)
if i knew this guy,
that he has trouble walking
but can fly 'round the sparkling globe
soaring above cities and seas
clawing at constellations, gorging on galaxies
seeing everyone everywhere forever
without ever leaving his room
if i knew he had chosen clay and pen and paint
over a future and the ways of many or most
if i knew as intensely as he the urgency of life
and the ecstasy and absurdity and aspirations
of a gifted dreamer
who creates smiling faces and comforting words
pleasing shapes he knows will last longer
than the dying tribes of earth
and never have to leave
if i knew him and his silent tears
i'd say how proud i am of him
and how much i love him
and help him to bed

upcoming poetry readings in october, november, & december 2015.

the next poetry reading for the labors of our fingertips: poems from manufacturing history in berks county is this sunday, october 25 @ 2 p.m. at studio b in boyertown. the address is 39a east philadelphia avenue, boyertown, pa 19512.

 attendance is limited to 30 at the studio b reading, and some who RSVPed before couldn't attend. so now expected attendance is at 22. if anyone else would like to attend, please reach out with your RSVP. danke !

at least 5 of the 25 poem-sources from the first book in this project will be at this upcoming reading at studio b to answer questions and share stories after their poems are spoken for the audience.

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and here is information for the next poetry readings as the season gets chillier.

  

wednesday, november 18 @ 6 p.m. at t.e.a. factory in reading: 

580 willow street, reading, pa 19602

sunday, december 6 @ 2.15 at the bernville area community library:

6721 bernville road, bernville, pa 19506 

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please RSVP for any particular reading you can attend. and if you stumble across any seniors to interview for the second year of this project, please pass along any recommendations.

poetry project coverage in commerce quarterly magazine published by the greater reading chamber of commerce & industry.

commerce quarterly, a magazine published by the greater reading chamber of commerce & industry, featured this poetry project in its fall 2015 issue. this included scenes from the life of willie kramer.

a glimpse: mary hess, born 1941.

mary hess is one of several people who offered insights about working about the casket factory in boyertown for this poetry project. below is the excerpt from her poem crafted from interview content from a few months ago, as well as some old memory pieces she kept since the place shut down in the late 1980s.

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in 1959, i lost my job at devon knitting mill, a clothing
factory in eshbach—a tornado stirred its spinning fury
through the village. that twister tore the whole place
apart. before that storm, they’d started me on machines
but later moved me to pressing men’s shirts and underwear.
once they hired me at h&r manufacturing on south reading

avenue in boyertown, i had the same boss as at my old job,
homer reiter. he gave us compliments on our work pretty
well in some moments. i found myself employed at a pants
factory near where sugg motorcar company is now, too.
but  i eventually heard that the casket factory in boyertown
was hiring, so i applied there, and soon, my name inked

into their payroll files. at first, i sawed wood and almost
lost part of my right hand’s ring finger from the blade. that
doctor told me i’d never have feeling in it again, but it buzzes
and pulses now, so my body proved him wrong on that one.
my girlfriends, sally and shirley in the shipping department
nudged me to apply for a job with them, so i did. betty

toulish stepped out of the driver’s seat of the loader one day
while prepping a truck, maybe to see how to get the forks
lined up in the tracks better, and that lift fell on her. we
heard it, ran quickly, found betty—her bones crushed, pushed
into the ground beneath its weight. heartbroken, we learned
she died from the injuries a few years later. at some point,

i did inspections, peered hard into wood and metal sides
to identify the nicks, the dings, requesting smooth touch-ups
for honoring the dead by the caskets they’d quietly know.

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two more copies of the first volume were donated to the berks history center and polish-american heritage association of berks county.

copies of the first volume of the labors of our fingertips: poems from manufacturing history in berks county were also donated to the berks heritage center as well as the polish-american heritage association of berks county. this brings the book donation total for the first year of the project, across all berks county libraries and historical societies, to 41.

if anyone knows of other less publicized local historical societies in berks county to donate copies to, feel free to reach out with any contact information you may have. some have been a little difficult to find, even figuring out they exist in the first place. oi !