by Robert Giles
On the edge of Byers’ Field, 50 yards west of the Byersdale Isaly store, there was a basketball court. How it got there I can’t say. It was “always” there. I hope neighborhood kids are driving in for layups and sinking baskets there today.
On the edge of Byers’ Field, 50 yards west of the Byersdale Isaly store, there was a basketball court. How it got there I can’t say. It was “always” there. I hope neighborhood kids are driving in for layups and sinking baskets there today.
The court was once covered with the heavy limestone slag that paved the roads in Byers’ Field. Someone had removed the heavy stones and
replaced them with a much finer grade of slag, smooth enough for dribbling a
ball. A pole, about 18 inches in circumference and about 12 feet high, had been
erected on the north end of the court. A sheet of ¾ inch plywood had been
bolted to the pole to serve as a backboard.
All in all, it was a pretty good basketball court, not as nice
as the one at the playground on top of the hill in Byersdale, which had hoops on both ends. But the township
had built that one with the help of contractors.
Our “bottom of the hill” basketball court didn’t require a long
steep climb up Dearborn Street and it wasn’t a mud hole after a rain, even if we did have to play "half-court".
The site came ready-made for those who erected the pole. The government had bulldozed and “paved” the court and encircled it with
trailers to create instant housing during World War II. There were more than a
dozen such courts in Byers’ Field. During the war, men came to Byersdale from
far and wide to work at jobs in the A.M. Byers plant, then the "world's largest" manufacturer of wrought iron.
The courts were laid out like suburban cul-de-sacs, minus
the green lawns, concrete pavement, and split-level houses.
I don’t remember seeing trailers there when I was a boy. By
then the housing and the people who lived there were long gone. There were just
empty courts and empty streets.
Byers’ Field sure looked like an abandoned neighborhood. I
asked what all the roads were for. People didn’t have a lot to say.
I came to understand that migrants, mostly "foreigners", lived there during
the war. After the war, they had gone back home. End of
story.
It seemed like everyone must have been working and playing so hard that
they scarcely noticed the strangers in their midst.
I wonder what those strangers did in the evenings and
weekends. Did they attend church, send and receive mail, patronize the stores, drink
with their friends in local bars, dance, sing, have a life outside of Byers' Field?
Did some of the men bring or send for their wives and
children?
Perhaps it was a group of those iron makers who erected our
basketball court. They may have enjoyed a game of hoops in the evenings.
Some time ago I chanced across A History of A.M. Byers Company
by a fellow former Byersdale resident, Wm. J. Bowan --
“The
A.M. Byers Company owned extensive vacant acreage east and north of its plant.
The company leased the north plot to the U.S. Government who then placed 450
trailer homes on wheels on this site to accommodate shortages of living space
for the area's defense workers. The quarters were equipped with running water,
electric power, butane tanks and underground sewage piping.
Most of these defense workers (migrants) were brought in from Mexico, Portugal, Cuba and American Appalachia. Immediately after the end of the war, these workers were laid off. They returned to their homelands loaded with American War Bonds and cash. It can well be assumed that a low, unknown, percentage stayed on in this area. They scattered here and there blending in to various communities.”
Most of these defense workers (migrants) were brought in from Mexico, Portugal, Cuba and American Appalachia. Immediately after the end of the war, these workers were laid off. They returned to their homelands loaded with American War Bonds and cash. It can well be assumed that a low, unknown, percentage stayed on in this area. They scattered here and there blending in to various communities.”
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