(Latest in a series of posts on local color and Bethlehem Moments)
The last two weeks there have been the kind of history stories dear to Gadfly’s heart in the Bethlehem Press.
Stories about the little things and people, the overlooked things and people.
That’s Jason Rehm, Bethlehem native, Liberty grad ’07, a history major at Houghton College, whose final essay on Bethlehem history led Karen Samuels to facilitate his writing occasional pieces for the Bethlehem Press.
Which reminds me to encourage you to subscribe to the BP. BP is our community newspaper. And community is magic for Gadfly.
Subscribe to the BP, and be on the lookout for Jason’s essays.
Two very good things to do.
My grandfather, Woody Rehm, 88, grew up the sixth of seven children during the Great Depression. Like most families during that time, they were poor. The Rehms moved often, all over town and sometimes just down the street, looking for cheaper rent.
The Eliza Richardson Fountain on Main Street has long been a mystery. Who was she and why does the fountain bear her name? Answers were hard to come by, but as various records were unearthed, they began to piece together a picture of a fascinating woman deserving to be remembered.