#Irem Shrine

[coolthingsguyslike]

#abandoned #theater #Irem Shrine #Wilkes Barre #Pennsylvania #decay

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An abandoned auditorium of the Irem Shrine in Pennsylvania.

Source: World of History

#Abandoned #places #abandoned places #auditorium #pennsylvania #theater #theatre #decay #ruins #ruin

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Esther Phillips

Esther Phillips, 94, our mother and beloved friend to many, passed away with her daughter Linda at her side on Friday, May 13, 2022 at JGJ Nursing Home in Johnson City, NY.

Esther was the daughter of Michael and Susan (Pavlowsky) Hronich. She was born in and live in Kinston, PA until 2009 when she moved to the Binghamton, NY area to be with her daughter and son in law. Esther was married to Willard L. (Bill) Phillips for 59 years until his passing in 2007.

She worked at Gertrude Hawk Candies in Kingston, PA and was a member of Dorranceton United Methodist Church. There, she was a member of the Goodwill Sunday School Class and United Methodist Women participating in many fundraising and outreach programs. She was also a member of the West Side Junior Women in earlier days. Esther and her husband were very active in the Directors Staff of the Irem Temple and enjoyed ballroom dancing and square dancing with the Circle 8ers Club. She enjoyed playing cards and was a member of a card club for over 40 years. Our mom liked tending her roses, traveling on the Shrine conventions and spending time with her friends and family. She was an excellent baker and she lovingly devoted herself to her grandchildren.

She is preceded in death by her husband, sister, Margaret Kalinosky, brothers, Michael and Paul Hronich and grandson, Sean Healey.

Surviving are her 2 daughters and their spouses, Susan (Tom) Healey, Wilkes-Barre, PA and Linda (Kyle) Rupe, Whitney Point, NY, 2 grandchildren, Leslie and Adam Healey, sister-in-law, Patricia Hronich, East Stroudsburg, PA.

Heartfelt thanks to all who took such compassionate care of our Mom and lovingly supported me through this journey with her; Emeritus, Hilltop Campus of UMH and particularly JGJ Nursing Home.

Family and friends are invited to call from 4 to 6 PM on Friday, May 20th at Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Ave., Forty Fort.

Funeral services will be held at the convenience of the family.

[arcadequartermaster]

JANUARY 2019 UPDATE www.arcadequartermaster.com

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Three beat-em-ups are now live as 2019 opens!

HOOK: Based from the 1991 Spielberg movie with Robin Williams and Dustin Hoffman, the colorful graphics that made Irem’s games so visually appealing is very palpable in this game as the movie is brought alive in the video arcade screen. Irem faithfully adapted numerous key scenes and elements from the film into the game. Peter Pan and the New Lost Boys (Zuko, Zuko, Zu-- wait...) each have distinct combos, special moves and radial attacks, while items from the movie even appear as power-ups! Of course, players have to battle the eccentric pirates of the Jolly Roger, with Hook being a recurring boss throughout the game, culminating with the final battle near the Crocodile Clock.

LOST CASTLE IN DARKMIST: Taito/World Games’ closest version to a Legend of Zelda & Tower of Druaga hybird in the arcades, the player guides an unnamed knight in gold armor through the eponymous land to battle numerous fantasy creatures across various terrain types. As the knight cuts down monsters, numerous magical items become available for use by the the knight to cast spells or allow him to cross deep water. As with various RPGs, players can visit a town to heal up and trade the gold treasures to buy new equipment. The objective is to reach one of the castles in Darkmist, and the game loops to another linear path until all 4 castles are found to complete the game.   

GUARDIANS OF THE ‘HOOD: Atari’s pseudo-sequel to Pit Fighter, players choose from four body-building Guardians to liberate Center City from the rampant crime done by the local gangs with their punches, kicks and the help of throwing dumpsters and pipes. As the Guardians clear out each gang and defeat the leader, that leader joins the team as a new selectable Guardian. Recruit all 3 gang leaders, and locate “Mr. Big” for the last battle in the abandoned boardwalk! It also references Pit Fighter with the sparring games between stages. Infamous for its digitized sprite usage and stiff, clunky controls, Guardians did not really live up to its time, being released in the same year as Midway’s own Mortal Kombat, along with the flood of better-done original IP and licensed beat-em-ups by other companies.

I had the hold back a bit because I’m saving up more shrines to release for the upcoming 2-part 11th Anniversary updates. Guardians will be a sample of the recurring theme of several of the new shrines that will be featured for 2019. I hope you liked the new shrines and again, Happy Holidays!

#arcade quartermaster #hook #lost castle in darkmist #guardians of the hood #atari #taito #irem #arcade #retrogaming #beat-em-up #steven spelberg #robin williams #dustin hoffman #rpg

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Title Fight live at House of Vans on June 27, 2013

And all the things that make you cry Remembering you'll watch your parents die And all the people that you love in your life Find their way above the Irem Shrine Skipping tombstones, heavy and slow Still fall asleep with open eyes With bad dreams to occupy my time We're on a strict death schedule It keeps us all in line There's things I'm avoiding now Dreams about all of my teeth falling out And any floral/green color scheme Try but you can't make a sound.

#title fight #live #floral green #hyperview #make you cry #head in the ceiling fan #shed #numb but i still feel it #like a ritual #calloused #leaf #safe in your skin #symmetry #27 #you can't say kingston doesn't love you #lefty #secret society

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#ellenia region #fakemon #fakemon region

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COMMUNITY DIGEST

Wyoming Valley. Irem Shrine Haunted Hayride Club will begin its fourth season presenting Demonz Gate Haunted ride. The event takes place at Irem ... source https://www.google.com/url?rct=j&sa=t&url=https://m.citizensvoice.com/arts-living/community-digest-1.2534997&ct=ga&cd=CAIyHGIwNTMwNTU1ZTkyZGUzMGM6Y29tOmVuOlVTOlI&usg=AFQjCNE733ZbYhm9U4MhEHGq60i664xUWg

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_C L A S S T R I P 🎪 (at Irem Shrine Circus) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw4wZNBgSvF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=153rjeybzqxbm

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#iremshrine #wilkesbarre #pennsylvania #fujixe1 #voigtlander21mmf4 #adaptedlens #architecture (at Irem Shrine)

#iremshrine #architecture #wilkesbarre #pennsylvania #fujixe1 #voigtlander21mmf4 #adaptedlens

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10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

People have long had a fascination with wild animals that have been captured and put on display at the local zoo. For many, this provides a career that takes a bit of courage, skill, and knowledge in order to accomplish successfully. This career comes in the form of an animal trainer. These individuals will willingly hop into a cage with a wild animal to ensure visitors can view them in a more docile state. It takes dedication and a serious love for wildlife, but sometimes judgement is clouded. Here are ten animal trainers viciously killed by their animals.

Stephen Miller

On April 22, 2008, trainers and cousins Stephen and Randy Miller were practicing a routine with Rocky, a 700 pound grizzly bear, when terror struck. Rocky bit Stephen on the neck, tossing him like a rag doll, causing him to bleed to death.

Stacey Konwiser

Stacey Konwiser, 38, was a trainer for the Palm Beach Zoo for three years before being attacked by a 13-year-old Malayan tiger in April of 2016. The tiger attacked the woman while she cleaned their lair, killing her almost instantly.

10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

​Alexis Martinez

Alexis Martinez, 29, was working at Loro Parque’s Orca Ocean as a trainer for killer whales. On December 24, 2009, Martinez was in the water when Keto, a 6,600 pound orca, dragged Martinez to the bottom of the pool, drowning him.

Pack Attack

In June of 2012, an unnamed trainer at Kolmarden Wildlife Park was performing her routine to maintain contact with the wolves. The wolves came together as a pack, mauling the woman to death. She had raised all eight since their birth.

10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

Charlynn Taketa

Charlynn Taketa, 62, had grown up training horses since a young age. On August 11, 2011, Charlynn was caring for one horse when a second reared up and kicked her in the head. She bled out.

Ali Khan Samsudin

Ali Khan Samsudin, a Malaysian snake charmer, earned himself the nickname of “Snake King” after breaking multiple records while handling dangerous reptiles. In 2006, he was bitten by one of his cobras in front of fans. He was rushed to the hospital, but died three days later.

10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

Dawn Brancheau

Dawn Brancheau, 40, had the worst happen to her on February 24, 2010, when Tilikum, a large killer whale, attacked in front of hundreds of SeaWorld visitors. She was pulled by her ponytail into the water, killing her.

Dumbo Attack

In 2010, the Irem Shrine Circus came to Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. An elephant by the name of Dumbo attacked its trainer, kicking him and throwing him 20-feet into the air. The trainer fell hard onto the concrete, dying.

10 Animal Trainers Viciously Killed By Their Animals

Benjamin Cloutier

Benjamin Cloutier moved west to work on a ranch in Montana. On November 4, 2012, the trainer was attacked by two 500 pound grizzly bears while he cleaned their cage. He was killed almost instantly.

​Alexander Crispin

Alexander Crispin, 35, a circus trainer in Suarez, Mexico, was attacked by a Bengal tiger during one performance in front of a packed crowd. The tiger lunged at Crispin, mauling him on the ground relentlessly while others hit the animal with metal poles. Crispin died of massive blood loss.

Source

http://www.lolwot.com/10-animal-trainers-viciously-killed-by-their-animals/

[autolovecraft]

I had been shewn in proportions fitted to the stone.

And as I had made me a wanderer upon earth and a viewless aura repelled me and bade me retreat from antique and sinister secrets that no man might say. I knew it was accursed. In size they approximated a small sighing sandstorm gathered behind me, chilly from the vaults and passages of rock. Then I sank prone to the nameless city and the outlines of the valley around for ten million years; the race whose souls shrank from the banks of the dark I endured or what Abaddon guided me back to life, where I had seen made curiosity stronger than fear, so floundered ahead rapidly in a place where the bed rock rose stark through the sand grew more and more madly poured the shrieking, moaning night wind into the gulf of the eldest pyramid; and down there in the ruins by moonlight gained in proportion. I could not quite stand, but I immediately recalled the sudden wind had blown; and here I saw that it came from some region beyond. The cases were apparently ranged along each side of the nameless city in its low-studded monotony as though mirrored in unquiet waters. In the twilight I cleared on with my camel slowly across the desert from the long mooncast shadows that had lived and worshiped before the desert when thousands of its greatness. Mental associations are curious, and infamous lines from the vaults and passages of rock. Suddenly there came a crash of musical metal to hail the fiery disc as Memnon hails it from the rays of a temple. Turning, I heard a moaning and saw that there was only an illimitable void of uniform radiance, such one might fancy when gazing down from the apocryphal nightmares of Damascius, and half-revealing the splendid perfection of former times, shown spectrally and elusively by the nameless city at night, and I wondered what its real proportions and magnificence had been, and when I chanced to glance up and saw a storm of sand that seemed blown by a strong but decreasing wind from some remote depth there came another burst of that acute fear which had risen around the mouth of the strange reptiles must represent the unknown which had intermittently seized me ever since I first saw the terrible valley under the moon returned I felt at the reticence shown concerning natural death.

It was all vividly weird and realistic, and in the land of Mnar when mankind was young, and no man might say. More and more madly poured the shrieking, moaning night wind rattles the windows. The paintings were less skillful, and infamous lines from the peak of Mount Everest upon a sea of sunlit mist. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it came from the banks of the rest of the nameless city I knew it was ever alive; but a presence seemed stalking among the wild designs on the reality of the steep steps, and nothing significant was revealed. As I held above my head. To convey any idea of these crawling creatures, whose hideous mummified forms were so close to me, but not enough to dull my thirst for wonder; so as soon as the wind was quite unbalanced with that dark pitch the Seat of Death throws out upon its slimy shore. To nothing can such things be well compared—in one flash I thought curiously of the scene and its soul. Then suddenly above the desert's far rim came the blazing edge of the abyss was the head of a little sandstorm that hovered over the fallen walls, and of its struggles as the wind was quite unbalanced with that instinct for the strange reptiles must represent the unknown world.

I was staring. Such fury I had made me fearful again, avid to find there those human memorials which the race that had lived when the noise of a gate through which these relics had kept a silent deserted vigil. I had imagined it, and I was quite unbalanced with that dark pitch the Seat of Death throws out upon its slimy shore. Just when my feet first, as though I saw that there was no relic of crudity like the temples in the night wind rattles the windows. Not Jove himself had had so colossal and protuberant a forehead, yet the horns and the outlines of the low passage, feet first, as of a mighty seacoast metropolis that ruled the world before Africa rose out of deference to the end of the sun, seen through the last of the greatest explorer that a weird world of light away from the passage was a normal thing. As I crept along the rocky floor, holding torch at arm's length beyond my head. Not even the wildest of the steep steps, and thought of the nameless city, the man who was torn to pieces by the sacred reptiles—were driven to chisel their way down through that chasm, I crawled out again, but not enough to dull my thirst for wonder; so as soon as the cat, the City of Pillars, torn to pieces in the frescoes came back to me that the strange reptiles must represent the unknown men, pondered upon the customs of the city had been seeking, the mythic Satyr, and half-revealing the splendid perfection of former times, shown spectrally and elusively by the grotesque reptiles—appeared to be gradually wasting away, and reflected a moment on certain oddities I had to wriggle my feet again felt a level floor, my mind aflame with prodigious reflections which not even kneel in it. Night had now approached, yet there were curious omissions. There were certain proportions and dimensions in the costliest of fabrics, and no man might mistake—the leave-taking of the ancient race, for I instantly recalled the sudden wind had blown; and though I was staring. When I drew nigh the nameless city under a coverlet, and in the costliest of fabrics, and the city above.

Finally reason must have been outside.

The lowness of the howling wind-wraiths.

Remote in the desert from the outside world from which it had come.

I debated for a moment on certain oddities I had to wriggle my feet first along the rocky floor, and I grew faint when I glanced at the time I became conscious of an actual slipping of my surroundings and be sure the walls and bygone streets, and as I went outside the antique stones though the sky was clear and the gray stones though the sky was clear and the words and warning of Arab prophets seemed to promise further traces of the primal temples and of Ib, that stood in the ruins which I was beset by a strong but decreasing wind from some point along the black orifice of a race no man else had dared to see what could have frightened the beast. Their engineering skill must have be traversing.

The paradisal scenes were almost too extravagant to be believed, portraying a hidden world of light away from the passage was a massive door of brass, incredibly thick and decorated with fantastic bas-reliefs, which as I neared it loomed larger than either of those I had fancied from the long mooncast shadows that had almost faded or crumbled away; and here I saw that the light was better I studied the pictures more closely and, remembering that the place contained, I found myself in a pictured history of such importance. Turning, I heard a moaning and saw a storm of sand stirring among the wild designs on the rich and colossal ruins that swelled beneath the sand and spread among the antique stones though the sky was clear and the words and warning of Arab prophets seemed to quiver as though an ideal of immortality had been but feeble. My sensations were like those which had made me shun the nameless city. Fear spoke from the primal stones and altars were as low as those in the tents of sheiks so that I had imagined it, and I shrank from the peak of Mount Everest upon a place where the bed rock rose stark through the last—I was more afraid than I could not stand upright in it. Yet I hesitated only for a time. I cleared another aperture and with strange aeons death may die.

In and out amongst the shapeless foundations of houses and places I wandered, finding never a carving or inscription to tell of these men, I crawled out again, but I cleared another aperture and with a new throb of fear.

I looked at me, blowing over the primitive ruins, lighting a dense cloud of sand stirring among the spectral stones of this air seemed to record a slow decadence of the valley around it, since a natural phenomenon tends to dispel broodings over the gray turned to roseate light edged with gold. The malignancy of the rest, and marked the quietness of the sun peering redly through the stillness and drew me forth to see. In and out amongst the shapeless foundations of houses and places I wandered, finding never a carving or inscription to tell of these men, I received a still greater shock in the luminous realm beyond; now I was staring. I was staring.

When I tried to move two or three for further examination, I said to myself, were to men of the Nile. My fears, indeed, concerned the past rather than the future.

As I held above my head could not help but think that their pictured history was allegorical, perhaps a pioneer of ancient Irem, the man who was torn to pieces by the nameless race, for in the solid rock. The cases were apparently ranged along each side of the nameless city: That is not dead which can eternal lie, and the human being. Suddenly there came a crash of musical metal to hail the fiery disc as Memnon hails it from the idea that except for the dawn-lit world of their own, wherein they had settled as nomads in the virgin rock those primal shrines at which they had never ceased to worship. Monstrous, unnatural, colossal, was the head of a gate through which came all of the swirling currents there seemed to my beating brain to take articulate form behind me, seemed to leer down from the black orifice of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made grave. Primitive altars, pillars, and was about to lead him to a tribe of Indians. I was almost mad—of the obliterated edifices; but soon decided they were artificial idols; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered of Afrasiab and the cases, revealed by some unknown subterranean phosphorescence. The touch of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad Arab Alhazred, who dreamed of the spot was unwholesome, and the unknown.

Yet I hesitated only for a moment before advancing through the stone floor, my mind aflame with prodigious reflections which not even a death-like jaw placed things outside all established categories.

The lowness of the primordial life. To myself I pictured all the splendors of an artistic anticlimax.

When night and the noselessness and the sand and formed a low cliff; and I could not even kneel in it. But strangest of all were their heads, which as I led my camel.

Not even the wildest of the ancient stock, coupled with a deafening peal of metallic music whose reverberations swelled out to the end of the nameless city: That is not dead which can eternal lie, and my imagination seethed as I was quite unbalanced with that instinct for the poor primitive man torn to pieces by the sands of uncounted ages. The paradisal scenes were almost too extravagant to be believed, portraying a hidden world of men, pondered upon the customs of the reptile kind, with only here and there some vaguely familiar outlines. Such fury I had been but feeble.

#H.P. Lovecraft #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Python #Markov chains #The Nameless City #1921 #Cthulhu mythos #The Nameless City week

[hbhughes]

Rowland “Rolly” Roberts

Rowland “Rolly” Roberts, 79, of Edwardsville, passed away surrounded by his family on Monday, May 2nd at the Weill Cornell New York Presbyterian Hospital.

Born in Kingston, Rolly was the son of the late Rowland and Mildred Pugh Roberts. After graduating from Edwardsville High School, Rolly joined and proudly served his country in the United States Coast Guard. Upon Honorable discharge from the Coast Guard, he dedicated his life to public service in multiple capacities. He served as Assistant Treasurer for Luzerne County, served on the Wyoming Valley West School Board, served on the Edwardsville Borough Council, Police Chief of Edwardsville Borough, and Assistant Deputy Warden at the Luzerne County Correctional Facility. As a young man, Rolly worked for years in the Lazarus Department Store Watch Repair section. He became friends with hundreds of people who stopped by to say hello to the friendly guy watch repair.

Rolly help countless people in need, he never denied a request for a favor, whether it was a few bucks here and there or an introduction or recommendation for a potential job. Wherever he was needed, regardless of where it was, he would go out of his way to help.

He is survived by his wife, the Love of his Life, Rena (Weiss), Cherished son Brian, sister Roberta and husband John, brother Robert and wife Deborah, several nieces and nephews along with great nieces and nephews.

Rolly was a member of the Kingston Masonic Lodge and Irem Shrine. He was a past member of the Irem Golf Association and enjoyed playing golf with his lifelong friends. The annual golf trip to Florida was the highlight of the winter months. Many great memories were made, and the stories of the trips will live forever. He also enjoyed the weekly card games at Irem Country Club where all the “old guys” would get together to talk and argue about anything under the sun.

He was fiercely devoted to his family and put their needs far ahead of his own. He loved refinishing and restoring furniture, tinkering with wood working projects and spending time with his son.

Relatives and friends may pay their respects on Sunday, May 8 from 4 PM to 7 PM at the Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Ave., Forty Fort. Funeral Service will be held at the funeral home on Monday, May 9, at 10 AM. Interment will be held following the service at Temple Israel Cemetery, Dennison Street, Swoyersville. Facemasks are recommended.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to; Leukemia Fighters, Weill Cornell New York Presbyterian Hospital, C/O Dr. Gail Roboz, 520 East 70th St., Box 403, New York, NY 10021 or online at www.leukemiafighters.org.

[hbhughes]

Robert L. Taylor

Robert L. Taylor, 94, of Wesley Village in Jenkins Township, passed into eternal life on October 11, 2020. He was born in Forty Fort, Pennsylvania, on November 28, 1925, the third son of the late George R. Taylor and Edith May Adams Taylor. 

He is survived by seven children. Susan (Rick) Reese, Deborah (Gene) Kelleher, Amy (Brian) Story, Janet (Tim) Van Sant, Judith (Nick) Sborlini, Nancy (Brett) Cole, and Laura (Stephen) Melis; Eighteen grandchildren, Morgan Reese, Katie (David) Ripley, Erika (Zach) Zolman, Kristyn (Tim) Polishan, Sean (Diana) Kelleher, Erin (Steve) Palmer, Robert (Corina) Manfre, Wesley (Liz) Manfre, Taylor (Sabrina) Manfre, Matthew (Carlie) Story, Kathryn (Jay) Merrill, Rachael (Andrew) Schompert, Taylor (Kristie) VanSant, Nicholas Sborlini, Elizabeth Cole, Margaret Cole, Mary Kate Cole, and Zachary Cole; Twenty-three great grandchildren, sisters-in-law Jeanne Brace and Judy (Dick) Wolfe, many nieces, nephews, and friends.  

He was predeceased by his beloved wife of 47 years, Elen Jane (Goss) Taylor, daughter Rebecca (Bernard) Manfre, brothers, George A. Taylor and Harold E. Taylor, and longtime friend, Kay Cavanaugh.

Mr. Taylor was a graduate of Forty Fort High School (class of 1943) and attended Penn State Extension and Bucknell Extension.  He was a veteran of World War II, attaining the rank of Acting First Sergeant, and serving in the Philippine Theater of Operations on the 2885th Engineer Floating Power Plant.

He was a partner in George R. Taylor & Sons, General Contractors, from 1946 until 1979. Of the many buildings erected, his most enjoyable builds were the Church of Christ Uniting, Kingston, Pa., and St. Joseph’s Church, Hazelton, Pa.

His entrepreneur spirit led him to design, build, and own the Muhlenburg Country View Golf Course in 1966, create the Taylor Springs Water Company in 1981, and establish the Taylor Sisters Bed and Breakfast in 1995.  Additionally, he completed a life-long goal of obtaining his pilot’s license at the age of 72 and enjoyed many flights in his Piper Cherokee, often to visit his children.

He devoted many hours to his community, serving on the Forty Fort Borough Council from 1962 until 1973, as council president for ten of those years, and more recently, on the Board at Wesley Village.  He was an active member of the Forty Fort United Methodist Church serving on its Official Board, Administrative Board, and as a Trustee.  He also delivered Meals on Wheels for many years.

His fraternal organization membership included the Masonic Lodge 395 Kingston, WB Chapter 182, WB Commandery No. 45, Irem Temple Shrine, Royal Order of Jesters No. 154, Kiwanis Club of WB (President in 1981 and Lt. Governor of Division 15, earning distinguished awards for both of those positions).  He was a past member of the Royal Order of Moose, West Pittston, American Legion Post 644, Swoyersville, and the Wyoming Valley Historical Society.

The funeral service of this much-loved husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, brother, uncle, and friend will be held on Saturday, October 17th, at 11 a.m., at the Forty Fort United Methodist Church, Wyoming and Yeager Ave, Forty Fort, with his pastor Michael Stine, officiating.  The interment will be in the Benscoter Cemetery, Hunlock Creek, Pa.  

Friends may call from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m., on Friday, October 16th, at the Forty Fort United Methodist Church, Yeager Avenue, Forty Fort, and at the church from 10 a.m. until the time of service. As per CDC guidelines, masks and social distancing are required.

Memorial contributions can be made to the Forty Fort United Methodist Church Scholarship Fund or Memorial Fund, 26 Yeager Ave, Forty Fort, PA 18704.

The family would like to thank Hospice of the Sacred Heart and Wesley Village Personal Care for their compassion and support.

[hbhughes]

Charles (Chuck) J. Walter

Charles (Chuck) J. Walter, 75, of Charles Street, Wilkes-Barre Township, died on December 29, 2021 at Allied Services, Meade Street, Wilkes-Barre.

Born in Kingston, he was the son of the late Joseph and Elsie Earl Walter. He graduated from Kingston High School and Wilkes-Barre Business College.

His memory lives on with his loving wife of 53 years, Betty Williams Walter; sons, Scott and his wife, Nora, Laflin and Bradley Walter and Frank Cimino, Larksville; brother, Gerald Walter and wife Louise, Maryland and Joell Mayer and husband Ray, Texas; grandchildren, Victoria Grace Walter and her friend Ashir Borah; Karli Rose and Lilly Cimino; nieces and nephews; and many faithful church friends.

Charles served as an Operations Officer at United Penn Bank for most of his professional life and retired from Martz Trailways. He was an active member of the Welsh Bethel Baptist Church in Wilkes-Barre and served on the Board of Deacons. He was also a member of Masonic Fidelity Lodge No. 655, Wilkes-Barre and The Irem Shrine.

He was a loving husband, father and grandfather and loved his family dearly. He loved woodworking and always hoped to have his own wood shop. He will be remembered as a kind and thoughtful man who brought joy and laughter to everyone he met.  

A private family service will be at the Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc., Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Avenue, Forty Fort, on January 5th, with Rev. Zach Chamberlain officiating. The interment will be in Wyoming Cemetery, Wyoming.

Memorial contributions can be made to The Welsh Baptist Church Memorial Fund, 290 Parrish Street, Wilkes-Barre, PA 18702.

The family would like to thank the staff at Geisinger Hospital and Allied Services, Meade Street, for their care and for ensuring his comfort and happiness in his final days.

[arcadequartermaster]

JUNE 2018 UPDATE www.arcadequartermaster.com

For this month, four new beat-em-up shrines are live on the site!

ASTERIX: Based from the French comic book series of the same name, players take control of the Gauls Asterix and Obelix to drive out Caesar’s crazy Roman legions from Europe and Asia Minor. The game is a love letter to how much material was put into the stages straight from the comic’s “story arcs”, to the various Gaulic villagers assisting our heroes and familiar villains appearing as stage bosses. Furthermore, Asterix and Obelix have move commands to perform special attacks unlike the usual random effect button-mashing with most of their licensed games like TMNT, Simpsons and X-Men. The comics also had well-known English translations for the characters’ names, which faithfully maintains the puns related to their specialties.

BLADE MASTER: One of Irem’s obscure titles, Blade Master follows weapon-experts Roy and Arnold in their quest to rescue the priestess Emina. Irem has captured the grim atmosphere of 80s sword-and-sorcery films especially since they named the big guy Arnold, as well as using the typical mythological creatures in RPGs. Try to use the stabbing attack on downed enemies, as it is the best way to deal massive damage against the formidable bosses sent your way.   

SILENT DRAGON: Take control of a quartet of martial artists to destroy the gang of androids created by the rogue Dr. Bio. Two characters are speed types and the other two are power types, but both pairs have inherently similar moves. The game heavily draws influence on Terminator androids and costume/boss designs on Mad Max/Fist of the North Star series, albeit with a more vibrantly colored setting.

The beat-em-up slugfest continues! Please enjoy the new shrines!

#arcade quartermaster #arcade #retrogaming #taito #irem #konami #asterix #blade master #silent dragon