I grew up outside of Shamokin, in a village called Overlook. My Mom was a Coal Township native and my Dad a Shamokin grad and owned a business in "Tharptown." I remember seeing the miners quitting work with their blackened faces and the huge culm bank at the Beaury Curve entering Shamokin. Independence Street was still the center of commerce. Baseball meant "bunker hill," and the best cheese steaks were Piccarelli's. Of course a Friday trip to town meant a few dogs from the Coney Island. Saturday's I often worked for my Dad and we lunched at the "Hudson Pool Room." If we saved our allowance we might visit the Hobby Shop or the "Fun Shop." Every coal town had at least one brewery and Shamokin had F&S. Football was pretty damn important and visiting a rival meant keeping your helmets on from the time the bus arrived in town, until you exited. You didn't go down town and laugh about it if you lost. Sometimes during Lent my Dad would take us to eat at "the Fish Market"......I hated it. He loved Oyster Stew....barf. Any other old time coal crackers?