I remember the St. Moritz Inn -1962-66. Marv Fleischman (Boys Head Counselor, myself and my brother Dave used to go there some afternoons for beers and many evenings (with Marv's wife Lee), for some good meals. I even remember one incident at night where Marv caught some older teenagers from another camp at the Inn. They had snuck onto campus to the infirmary (earlier in the day) which was in Siberia and peeked in the windows. Marv really scared them one night at the Inn (he grabbed one kid by the neck and just pulled him out of the chair), and they never bothered "Pokono-Ramona" again.
I also remember when some of the waiters in '62 broke Ted Blecker's (a counselor) nose in a fight. We had some very tough camper waiters in 1962. Towards the end of that summer (i think), some were arrested for stealing cases of beer from the Inn. I think the owners took care of the "arrest' and the boys were sent home. I am trying to remember other "events" from the Good Old days.
myron weintraub
Bunk 6 in 1962 Color War General of the Maroon team-theme New Yorkers (my nickname for the next 4 years became Myroon), and I was the General of the Maroon Team for 4 years.
Division Head 63-65
Athletic Director 66
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Hi Myron-
Where was the St. Moritz Inn? I'm in the Flatbrookville area often but have never heard of this place...can you direct me to it? If it's still there I will take pictures and post them...
Regards,
Shelley
I think we called it St. Mo's (it's been so long, I might have the wrong name). It was right outside the old wooden bridge on the other side of the road. If you left the camp entrance-made a left and then went over the bridge,the inn was straigt ahead across the road.
I love stories like this.
Keep 'em coming !!!
I haven't even heard the term "Siberia" since 1973.
Wow!...Memories.
The nick name of the St. Moritz Inn was simply "The Mo".
myron, thanks for making my Pocono Summer experiences great from 1963-1966.
My grandparents owned the St. Moritz Inn until it was razed by the government in preparation for the never completed Tox Island Dam. They bought it when my mother was in college. Their names were Dominick (Nick) and Mary Musa. I lived there on and off through my childhood until we moved to Spokane, WA when I was 13.
The inn had originally been a Dutch Reform church. The basement of the church became the bar and Grandpa built a restaurant on the side and a boarding house across the lawn, which is where my siblings and I stayed when we lived there. My mom helped in the bar, and in summer in the snack bar that Grandma put together upstairs in the church proper for the teenagers from the camp. There were two camps nearby, one a Boy Scout camp and one designed for kids from the city. (I don't remember which was which... you all probably know better than me.)
Our customers were a combination of locals (some quite colorful) and hunters and fishermen from the cities (New York and Newark.) The brook across the street, the Flatbrook, was reported to be the best trout fishing stream in the East Coast. I remember quite fondly watching the big (to my young eyes) trucks stock the brook with trout by dumping them into the water from the little bridge that connected our road (The Old Mine Road) with the one that went up over the hill.
The building was beautiful with a lot of original hand hewn woodwork and we spent a lot of time looking for deer in the woods behind and around us.
Sadly, as I say, none of the Inn still exists.
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