Roots of the Dogwood Festival

by ThirdAveHooligan

Anyone up for a quick history lesson?

dogwood-treeLove it or hate it, one of Phoenixville’s longest-running traditions begins next week: the Dogwood Festival. Some may think it’s a cheesy carnival with creepy carnies and food containing enough trans fats to kill an elephant, others can’t get enough of how the smell of funnel cakes makes your mouth water and the nausea caused by one too many rides on the Tilt-a-Whirl. Regardless of how you view the festival, there’s actually a lot of history behind it, and if you like to know interesting tidbits about our town the way I do, then hopefully I’ve piqued your interest enough to keep reading.

I guess the most important thing to mention is that the Dogwood Festival is an annual event organized by the Phoenixville Jaycees, a community group comprised of men and women between the ages of 18 and 40 that was established in 1952. The festival itself is synched with the blooming of the dogwood tree, one of the first in our area to flower (which it does with beautiful white or pink flowers) and started to celebrate the crowning of the Dogwood Queen.

armed-forces-day-poster1 The crowning of the Dogwood Queen began in the mid-1940s and the queen, usually a junior in high school, obtained her crown by selling war bonds. The first Dogwood Pageant was held because there was no longer a need to sell war bonds. The first pageant and festival was a one-day event held in 1952, and each year the queen would plant a dogwood tree in Reeves Park. Unfortunately, not too many survived over the years, but there are still some left in the park to admire.

Since 1952, the festival has gone from one, to three, to seven days (it was extended to seven about 10 years ago) and has been capped off by the Dogwood Parade, which, like the crowing of the queen, was intended to salute the Armed Services. In fact, the parade often falls on Armed Services Day, which this year is May 16…Armed Services Day.

A Kohn’s Retrospective

by Washington Washington

Kohn’s is lost but not forgotten. You are missed dearly old friend. It’s only fitting that the first post in a new blog about the new Phoenixville is a tribute to drinking of eras past. Like paying respect to one’s elders or the fallen, we will oft look back at Kohn’s fondly when tough times at expensive bars give us the blues.

Check out the wall and the sign

Check out the wall and the sign

Don’t get me wrong, the new Phoenixville in all its glory and bar-dom is terrific. It’s just that Kohn’s was truly a place where time stood still, if not moved backwards. It’s the kind of place that won’t ever exist again in Phoenixville, and I was glad I had a chance to party there on many occasions.

Like someone said on BooRah, “Kohn’s is a real-life Moe’s Tavern… This is your classic dive bar, I went in here to grab a six-pack of Yuengling and everyone was looking at me like I had three heads because I was under the age of 60 and didn’t grow up in Phoenixville.”

I can only agree. But I too am under the age of 60 (half that actually) and I found the service accommodating (staying open 2 hours later for our crowd of drinkers), the prices unbeatable (bottled beer ranging from $1 – $5), and the atmosphere… charming (to say the least).

the bar at Kohn's

the bar at Kohn's

This was a real man’s bar. The Fightins were on the TV every summer night. Jars of… uh… pickled things and mounds of jerky littered the bar top. Snack bags and peanut packs, and lollipops… well, nevermind that part, but the point is that the place ruled.

We’ll be glancing back on some of those summer nights all throughout this summer in remembrance of a legendary drinking establishment.