I found a aged matchbook fibbing on a desk.
It was buried underneath some papers, beside a thick, water-logged book solidified plain in a Jan chill. we ran my fingers down a spine and review a title: “How to Run A Successful Golf Course.”
The owners of a Penn Hills Resort in a Poconos substantially hadn’t followed whatever recommendation a author had to offer. They boarded a place adult years ago, and there’s a gaping hole in a roof of his aged office. Muted greens and yellows, pelt carpeting demeanour during me by a piece of ice.
The matchbook, that looks to be from a 60’s, is about half empty—whoever was sitting here when this place finally went underneath certainly indispensable a smoke.
On a inside of a matchbook, some text: “Swim n’ Sun Indoor Swimming Pool during Penn Hills Lodge and Cottages. The Poconos’ Finest Modern Resort.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, matchbook publisher unknown.)
Its cover is a sign of improved days. Swimmers are frolicking during a resort’s indoor pool, now a stage of trash, deformed rug chairs, a life preserver. we close eyes with a outrageous bullfrog who didn’t make it out. He was entombed in a ice.
The matchbook no longer lines adult with reality. we demeanour down by a viewfinder of my camera and adult again during a matchbook, aligning a dual images a best we can. Up (snap) down (snap). It feels like I’m saying this place in some arrange of dystopian View-Master, any picture on a circle darker than a next.
Weeks later, we measure a cache of aged postcards from a Poconos and Catskills on eBay, a arrange that finish adult in family albums, stranded in some box in a attic. “Our Honeymoon.” In halcyon scenes during Penn Hills, The Homowack Lodge, Grossinger’s, and a fourth review in a Poconos that we aren’t identifying, vacation-goers and honeymooners merriment in a mountains.
They have a surreal quality. Ephemeral, disposable, they served usually one purpose—to let someone know “I’m here. I’m meditative of you.” It feels a bit like amicable media does sometimes, where you’ll snap a print of some vista, infrequently to move those we caring about a bit closer to you. And like amicable media, a postcards conduct to be a small impersonal: “I didn’t utterly caring adequate to write a letter.” It’s analog Foursquare, a non-digital check-in.
Over a past few years, I’ve left behind to a places in a postcards.
On Christmas Day a integrate years back, we went into an deserted bowling alley in a Catskills, stood adult some pins and bowled a integrate of frames. That signature sound—the pins caroming about—sounds a lot opposite in a place like that. There are echoes of a postcard, where a bear of a male stands during a shoe let counter. No boots now, no phone, no counter.
A line attendant during a Homowack board in a Catskills. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, before picture pleasantness of a Catskills Institute during Brown University).
Other times, a hunt is a bit some-more challenging.
I trudged by an aged review in a Poconos final year, usually a few months after a heat burnt half a place down. In a postcard, a integrate poses in front of a gazebo. Now, it’s usually a array in a ground. Time is a penetrate hole.
Photos of abandonment tend to be a bit stylized, portrayal spoil with a sentimental brush. The postcards, too, have their possess haze—the places were never as good as they look. we mostly onslaught to get a dual images to line up, as well. But time blurs a difference, and brings all into focus.
The indoor pool during Grossinger’s, that non-stop in 1958. Elizabeth Taylor attended a pool’s opening, and Florence Chadwick – a initial lady to float a English Channel in both directions – took a initial drop in it. From Ross Padluck’s glorious “Lost Architecture of Paradise”: “…The new indoor pool during Grossinger’s was a culmination of a Catskills. Nothing utterly like it had ever been built, and zero ever would be again. It represented all about a Catskills in a 1950s-style: extravagance, luxury, modernism and celebrity.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Bill Bard Associates.)
More of a indoor pool during Grossinger’s. The tiled building was heated, a whole structure atmosphere conditioned. Above, pleasing mid-century “sputnik” chandeliers expel a heat on a swimmers below. Below a pool are practice rooms, a gym, salon and a horde of other amenities. The pool has sat empty given a late 90’s and has depressed over repair. (Photo by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, chronological print published by Bill Bard Associates.)
The Homowack Lodge now sits deserted on a southern corner of a famed “Borscht Belt.” On a reduce level, maybe a prominence of a place, a four-lane Brunswick bowling alley. It has seen improved days. The review sealed in a mid-2000’s though lived on briefly, initial as a Hasidic review and lastly as a site of a summer camp—one that was forced to close down after a NY Department of Environmental Conservation deemed it uninhabitable. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Bill Bard Associates)
The heading on a behind of this Pocono resort’s postcard touts this museum as a “resort world’s many complicated showplace.” With a ability of 1200, it stays splendorous even in disrepair. This postcard is also postmarked, and filled out. “Having a poetic weekend here. All pleasure – usually practice is rowing a vessel and personification shuffleboard! Nice to be lady-like and not “rushing” about! We will see we soon.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Kardmaster Brochures.
After a heat broken a categorical building during this review in a Poconos, a deputy went adult in a early 70’s. It is a truly distinguished sight, a modernist spaceship tucked divided low in a woods. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard by Kardmasters)
Looking down a side of that same 70’s structure. “Ultra-modern building houses a dining room, cocktail lounge, lobbies and offices.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, poscard by Kardmaster Brochures)
Another view. Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard by Kardmaster Brochures.
A residential building during a Poconos review sits in disrepair. On a behind of a postcard: “Dear Bernie – Don’t consider we forgot we – though we’re carrying such a grand time that post cards are a chore! This is a life a place a people are grand. We couldn’t be happier or have some-more fun. See we soon! Love, Lou Shiela.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Kardmaster)
Postcard caption: “Birchwood is a usually review charity 3 swimming pool facilities, indoor pool, outside pool and lake with beach. Pictured here is pleasing Eagle Lake, during a feet of a Village Green. Here couples suffer a white-sand beach, chaise lounges, bicycle and quarrel boats, and fish off a shores … Six low-cost all-expense package skeleton embody indoor swimming, aeroplane rides, movies, bowling, horseback riding, all winter sports and 40 other giveaway activities!” More recently, a hangar during a resort’s airstrip served a opposite purpose: patrolman torpedo Eric Frein done a place his home during a weeks-long manhunt and was eventually apprehended usually a stone’s chuck from Eagle Lake. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Planned Color Post Cards)
The cocktail loll of a now-defunct review in a Poconos. “Peaceful decrease – sustaining recreation,” says a heading on a back of a card. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Kardmaster Brochures)
Grossinger’s indoor tennis center. The back of a postcard is an ad for Grossinger’s rye bread, a internal tack during a resort’s operation. Resort kingship Jenny Grossinger lays out a pitch: “The fun and uninformed atmosphere people get here during Grossinger’s unequivocally gives them an appetite. They adore all of a food – and a sold favorite is a Grossinger’s rye and pumpernickel bread. Now we can get this same healthy, dainty bread during your internal food store. Try a loaf. I’m certain you’ll adore it.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by FPC advertising)
The Mies outpost der Rohe-inspired “Jenny G Wing” non-stop in 1964 and was among a final structures erected during Grossinger’s. It was designed by famed designer Morris Lapidus—the male who nearby single-handedly combined a “Miami Modern” demeanour in hotels and, some-more locally, designed a Capitol Skyline Hotel. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Bill Bard and Associates)
Sunbathing and swimming in a Poconos. Postmarked, 1967. “Dear Jonnie: If we were usually here, we would take we out for a horse-back float – or else we could go golfing. Be good until we see you. Dr. Waterman.” (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Kardmaster Brochures.)
Stairs lead down to an deserted museum in a Poconos. The screen final fell here someday in a early 90’s. (Photograph by Pablo Maurer, postcard published by Kardmasters)
The browns and reds and oranges of this Poconos dining hall’s runner have incited green, a tone of a moss that’s taken a place. Photo by (Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Kardmasters)
Grossinger’s outside pool, olympic sized, built in 1949 during a cost of $400,000 (about $5 million in today’s market.) Long left are a private cabanas, changing room and lounges that used to approximate it. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by Bill Bard Associates)
Summer in a Poconos. (Photograph by Pablo Iglesias Maurer, postcard published by H. Rubenstein)