This week’s lyrics: “We’re gonna rock down to Electric Avenue”
From Eddy Grant’s “Electric Avenue”
This is not quite what I had in mind for this week, but I was walloped pretty hard by the first bug of the school year, so…it’s something.
Maybe not quite electric, but I’d say it was a lovely view when we rocked down to Delaware Avenue in Camden for a Riversharks game in support of my former student Danny, who is currently undergoing chemo.
With more than a million sunflowers blooming over 50 acres, it is the largest sunflower maze on the East Coast.
The maze opens in August and usually runs through September, its duration weather-dependent. It was pleasantly uncrowded on an early Friday morning, with maybe half a dozen people (all of whom were photographers) roaming its three miles of paths.
Liberty Farm, which owns the maze, grows the sunflowers in cooperation with New Jersey Audubon Society’s SAVE (Support Agriculture Viability and the Environment) program. The program buys the harvested seeds from the farmers and then sells them here in New Jersey for birdseed, thus reducing the state’s reliance on distant farms.
In addition to a lowered carbon footprint, there are other environmental benefits. New Jersey Audubon Society uses the profits from the birdseed sales to provide grassland habitat for wild nesting birds, allowing threatened species to rebound.
The sunflowers also attract lots of bees and other pollinators. Their busy buzzing was the only sound that filled my ears. Later, as families began to arrive, the enthusiastic shrieks of children carried over the stalks.Since the fields are not irrigated, this year’s crop of sunflowers range from 4 to 6 feet in height, a bit on the shorter side because of the season’s dry spells. Still, the view of the landscape is nothing short of magnificent.
Each year, the maze owners cut a different aerial-view message into the field. The map above shows this year’s message: “Amazing Sussex County.” Ah-mazing. Get it? Haha
It’s true, though. The Sussex Sunflower Maze inspires awe and appreciation and happiness.
If you visit, don’t forget your sunglasses (like I did). On a sunny day, the light can be pretty…well…blinding. Here’s me squinting:
It’s a day trip well worth the drive and admission, which is $10 for adults, $6 for kids (ages 4 to 12), and free for the wee ones under three. Leashed pets are welcome, too.
This week’s assigned lyrics: “I was afraid of the dark, but now it’s all that I want.“
From Maroon 5’s “Daylight”
No, Maroon 5. No.
This was my second visit to the former Pennhurst State School and Hospital, a state facility that opened in Pennsylvania in 1908 as an institution for the developmentally, intellectually, and physically disabled. It was a place where the “feeble-minded” were to be kept away from society, for as one of Pennhurst’s doctors reported to the State Legislature in 1913: “Every feeble-minded person is a potential criminal.”
Within a few years of its opening, Pennhurst became terribly overcrowded, accepting not only the disabled but also orphans, unwanted children, and criminals. It was grossly underfunded and understaffed.
There were many well-meaning attendants who just could not handle the patient load, which resulted in widespread neglect. Many residents spent their days overmedicated and in restraints. Many regressed considerably. There were five-year-olds who had never left the confines of their cribs and could not walk. Urine and feces covered the ward floors.
Some attendants abused their charges.
Punishments were harsh. If a resident continually bit others, his teeth would be removed. If a child misbehaved, he would be downgraded to a lower ward, sharing quarters with the criminally insane.
Patient-on-patient assault occurred frequently.
In 1968, TV reporter Bill Baldini exposed the horrors at Pennhurst in a five-part report entitled “Suffer the Little Children.” A class action lawsuit was filed in the mid-70s, and finally, in 1987, Pennhurst closed its doors for good.
Now privately owned and accessible only through private tours or its (controversial) Halloween attraction, Pennhurst stands in a state of decay, its disturbing history hanging heavy in the air.
The buildings were abandoned as is, leaving behind furniture, bedding, clothing, resident and personnel files, wall calendars, posters, etc., now in a state of deterioration.
On this second visit, I forced myself to spend time in some of the areas I avoided the first time, but I still find it an unsettling place to be. It is heartbreaking to think of the suffering that went on here as a result of society’s abandonment of its most vulnerable members—truly a dark and shameful period in our history.
This week’s assigned lyrics: “Look at this photograph. Every time I do, it makes me laugh.”
From Nickelback’s “Photograph”
Leave a Halloween wig lying around and it’s liable to get into the wrong hands, as shown in this old Polaroid, taken sometime in the early 90s. Here we have a man ahead of the times: doing duckface before it became cool.