A lighthearted and loving look back at the glory days of the Shady Dell, the historic haven for teenagers in York, PA, and the magnanimous couple that created it, John & Helen Ettline.
CLOSE YOUR EYES. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. OPEN YOUR HEART.
SHADY DEL KNIGHT, ADMINISTRATOR
High School Yearbook Photo
"More than a place, the Shady Dell was and will forever remain a state of mind." Shady Del Knight
HELLO STRANGER ..... IT SEEMS LIKE A MIGHTY LONG TIME!
It's no secret. The Shady Dell has seen her better days. She was getting bags under her windows. The good news is that the Dell is now in the process of getting a long overdue facelift!
In these exclusive photos provided by the Deroche family, current owners of the Dell, you will see the renovation work that began a little over a week ago. These pictures should come as a welcome sight to Dell rats. We can be cautiously optimistic that this round of home improvements is a step in the right direction...toward preserving the Dell...and a step away from its destruction.
For the better part of two years the Dell has been up for sale and possibly on the chopping block...its fate hanging in the balance while the Deroches weighed their options. One briefly contemplated scenario was to transform the Dell house into a pair of apartments. Another idea was to sell the Dell a.s.a.p. to a person or persons willing to take on a genuine fixer-upper and do the restoration work. Of course, there was always the option Dell rats dreaded: to sell to a real estate developer who would demolish the Dell, pave paradise and put up a parking lot.
The very thought of losing our cherished alma mater...our sacred institute of high and yearning...this place that I affectionately call the Shady Dell School of Hard Knocks sent chills down the spine of every true Dell rat.
"Raze hell...not the Dell!"
came the the battle cry from hardcore Dell rats on Facebook and all across the U-S-of A!
It remains to be seen what will happen to the Dell in the long run. For now, we can all be grateful that things seem to be moving in the right direction. According to Toni Deroche, the decison makers are taking it one step at a time. This initial phase of the Dell makeover concentrates solely on the outside. There are three main projects currently underway with a fourth slated to begin in the near future.
1. Dell house roof repair/replacement 2. tree removal 3. grading 4. Dell house exterior painting (work to begin soon)
Toni shared details about the work being done: “The original parking lot and driveway are being removed. The old parking lot will be turned into a grassy spot with a few of the orginal beautiful trees.”
Toni points out that significant changes are also taking place on the opposite side of the house. "A new driveway coming off Starcross is now being graded to the right of the barn," Toni said.
Over the decades the Dell became overgrown with trees. Many of them are being cleared now to open things up and let some light in.
The most urgently needed improvement is the replacement of the Dell house roof, according to Toni. "The Dell needed a new roof very badly," she said. "The ceiling in the front bedroom was caving in!"
What about the barn? Recent scenarios had the barn being torn down. For now it appears the legendary Dell dance hall will remain standing.
What about the graffiti on the barn's interior walls?
What's going to happen to those unique cherub-theme murals that have mystified and delighted Dell rats for 50 years? Please don’t tell me...
“The graffiti won’t get painted over," asserts Toni. “Not if I have anything to say about it! Maybe the wooden walls but not the ones that have the drawings of people dancing and cherubs playing instruments. I was thinking of making frames around parts to showcase it.” That's great thinking, Toni! You’re a Dell rat through and through!
In my humble opinion, the graffiti is one of the Dell’s major strengths, not a flaw or weakess. Think about it. An ordinary looking piece of furniture becomes more interesting and more aesthetically pleasing when given a distressed, antique finish.
The same applies to the Dell walls. Those old walls have decades of Dell history written all over them.
The graffiti covered walls are a Dell diary of sorts...
a record of who was there and what they were thinking and feeling. It would be a terrible shame to erase all of that history in a matter of minutes with a coat of paint.
Once that decision is made and the deed is done... there’s no unringing the bell – no do overs.
Dell rats coast to coast salute the Deroche family for their wisdom in giving this and all other aspects of Dell preservation careful consideration!
2008 photo One original piece of the Dell that has necessarily been demolished is the old fireplace that once stood at the end of the concrete slab that served as the outdoor dance floor.
2008 photo It was here that generations of Dell rats congregated late at night and huddled together for warmth, talking, singing, laughing, loving and whiling away the hours sometimes till the break of dawn while John Ettline, a man with the patience of Job, a man who remembered what other grownups forgot - what it's like to be young - read his newspaper in the snack bar.
Today all that remains at the spot where the old hearth once stood are shards of brick, dirt and tree roots. Toni Deroche insists that the decision was made to dismantle the fireplace because it had become an eyesore. “The fireplace was falling down and decrepit," she said. “It was in need of drastic repair and we thought the money was better spent on other aspects of the renovation.”
That brings up an another important question. Will old timer Dell rats still be able to recognize the Shady Dell after all of the work has been completed? Or will the Dell look completely different inside and out? “The outside should look pretty much the same," assured Toni, “only better with paint and repairs. The inside will definitely be changed and updated to accommodate a family’s needs.”
If we must choose between a Dell that survives as a mix of the old and the new or a Dell that gets leveled by a bulldozer and ceases to exist in any form whatsoever...then we’ll pick curtain number one, Monty.
Remember Ted and Sally? Remember Boots the dog and Tuffy the cat?
Good for you! Now forget 'em. I would like to remember a cool cat named Felix.
Nope!
This cool cat is Felix Cavaliere, guiding force of the Young Rascals. Felix liked to sing about another cat named Mickey and a man named Eddie doin' the monkey. If you can kindly tolerate the embedded advertisement, I invite you to watch and enjoy this blistering performance by one of the preeminent blue-eyed soul acts of the 60s!
Who were the Young Rascals? Felix Cavaliere (below on the left) shared songwriting and lead vocal responsibilities with Eddie Brigati (on the right).
Cavaliere and Brigati along with guitarist/harmonica player Gene Cornish (rear) honed their chops with Joey Dee & the Starliters, the house band at Manhattan's famed Peppermint Lounge. After departing the Starliters touring group, the trio picked up Jersey boy drummer Dino Danelli (seated) and formed a group called the Rascals. Promoter/manager Sid Bernstein, who discovered the Rascals and worked to get them a recording contract, changed their name to the Young Rascals to avoid getting slapped with a lawsuit by another act, the Harmonica Rascals.
Eddie Brigati is credited with coming up with the foursome's attention grabbing wardrobe gimmick which consisted of Edwardian knickers, round collar shirts, short ties, and caps reminiscent of the getup worn by the Little Rascals from the Our Gang comedy shorts.
The Young Rascals continued to look like fugitives from a Hal Roach set until 1967 when they again dropped the word Young from their name, changed direction, and began to explore more sophisticated musical styles like psychedelia, jazz, gospel and Latin-influenced material.
Let's rewind to early 1966 so that I can tell you how the Young Rascals turned the Shady Dell into their own private clubhouse. (Petey the pit bull was allowed in...but no gurlz!)
At the end of 1965 the lads started releasing a string of excellent white R&B singles and in March of 1966 the quartet's popularity skyrocketed with the release of a monster doublesider.
Around the same time that the Righteous Brothers turned up the heat in the Shady Dell barn with their blue-eyed soul classic “(You’re My) Soul and Inspiration,” the Rascals added to the March Madness hoopla with one of the greatest twofers ever played at the Dell, “Good Lovin’”...the Rascals megahit cover of an Olympics song, and “Mustang Sally”...the Rascals’ rendition of the Sir Mack Rice R&B recording from the previous year.
Here's a case where the Dell gentry ignored what Billboard, Cash Box, and the radio stations were doing. They liked "Lovin'" but they loved the killer bee “Mustang Sally.”
“Mustang Sally” clicked with rat packers in a big way and eventually surpassed "Good Lovin'" in popularity by a 2-to-1 ratio. For that reason I ranked “Mustang Sally” nearly 30 positions higher on my list of The 200 Greatest Hits of the Shady Dell!
I am sorry to report that the original studio versions of "Mustang Sally" and several other Rascals hits have recently been removed from YouTube in its crackdown against copyright violations.
Several months after the Rascals released their rendition of “Mustang Sally,” Wilson Pickett came along with his own cover and it became one of his biggest chart hits.
Yet it was the Rascals' version with its tough, street wise vibe and dirty white boy sensibilities that was the overwhelming favorite at the Dell.
“Good Lovin’” and “Mustang Sally” both played heavily through the spring of 1966, that incredible season when so many of the greatest Shady Dell classics reigned.
In addition to "Good Lovin'" and "Mustang Sally," there are two other Rascals songs on my the list of 200 Greatest Hits of the Shady Dell. “I've Been Lonely Too Long,” at #133, played during February and March of 1967.
In the summer of 1967, “Groovin'” became the second Rascals single to hit #1 on the Billboard chart. "Groovin'" was the third 45rpm side by the Rascals to crack the Shady Dell Top 100, winding up at #86. The song's relaxed tempo made it perfect for dancing the shuffle. Dell rats spent the spring and Summer of Love "Groovin'" to the Young Rascals.
Flip "Groovin'" over and you'll discover another fabulous Young Rascals killer bee!
"Sueno," Spanish for dream, an exquisite slice of psychedelia, was the perfect complement to the trippy "Groovin'" and both songs were apropos reflections of the prevailing winds of change in 1967 America.
I don't remember them as Dell songs, but there are several other excellent Rascals sides that I never get tired of hearing. "You Better Run" became a top 20 chart hit in June of 1966.
On the flip side of "You Better Run" is the killer bee "Love is a Beautiful Thing."
"Come On Up" is another sensational Rascals single that just missed the top 40 in September/October of 1966.
Finally, here's a clip that really puts the young back in Young Rascals.
From a December 27th, 1965 Hullaballoo broadcast here are the Young Rascals performing the song that became their first to reach the Billboard chart, "I Ain't Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore" with Eddie on lead vocals.
Their Buster Brown uniforms might have been lame but the Young Rascals were anything but tame.
The Rascals oozed street cred. They wrote much of their own material and they stayed relevant by updating their look and sound to adapt to the changing times. Other blue-eyed soul acts, including our own Magnificent Men, were not nearly as successful in making the transition.
There's a bounty of musical treasure to be found as you delve into the Rascals' catalog - original compositions as well as covers that are as good or better than the originals. The Rascals had the Midas touch. Nearly everything the band performed benefitted from their white soul treatment and sumptuous vocal styling. Other highly recommended Rascals recordings include a great cover of the Beau Brummels hit "Just a Little," a fine rendition of Lenny Welsh's "Since I Fell for You," "More (the theme from Mondo Cane)," "What is the Reason," "Nineteen Fifty Six," "A Girl Like You," "How Can I Be Sure," "It's Wonderful," "A Beautiful Morning," "People Got to Be Free"...the list goes on and on.
Thanks for getting it right. During the 60's the Dell was all about the music. Reading your Blog takes me back to the best days of my life. I loved John and Helen as much as you could love two people. You did the right thing on your last vist to the Dell. I went one evening just before the Dell closed. It was one of the most heart breaking times of my life. What all I saw that night I will not tell. I went there to see John but all I found was the shell of the man I loved so much. I must stop for now, I can't see for the tears. A DELL RAT ALL WAYS - GREG
April 23, 2010 7:02 AM
Shady Del Knight said...
Greg, thank you so very much for sharing this! Every generation believes that their "stuff" was the best and yet somehow...well you know what I'm saying. I feel very lucky to have been a part of the Dell scene during its golden era of the mid 60s and I wouldn't trade places with anybody. Thanks for your comment here, Greg, and for keeping the Dell alive through your heartfelt remarks on Facebook!
It's time to salute two more fabulous Cruisin' albums, those simulated radio shows featuring boss jocks of the 50s and 60s, cool oldies, and authentic jingles, commercials, and sound effects from the era.
As always I picked my favorite songs from each album, added a song or two of my own from the same year, and tacked up some vintage soda pop print ads to help get you in the mood.
If I was going for a cheap laugh I would call part one of this post Dellie Does Dallas; but I'm not so I won't. In part two I'll make a U-turn and drive us back east to the Big Apple. Let's cruise!
Russ "Weird Beard" Knight - KLIF, Dallas
"You'll Lose a Good Thing" - Barbara Lynn (July 1962)
It is my pleasure to present in today's edition of Cruisin' two of the greatest R&B songbirds of the 60s. I begin with Barbara Lynn - the singer, songwriter, and guitarist who hit paydirt with her first single "You'll Lose a Good Thing." The song entered the Billboard pop chart at the start of summer 1962 and enjoyed an impressive 13 week run finishing in the top 10. Over on the R&B singles chart the record did even better, climbing all the way to #1 and lasting 15 weeks. I offer you two video clips of "You'll Lose a Good Thing" beginning with the original studio recording.
Now, please enjoy this superb live Barbara Lynn performance.
"Popeye the Hitchhiker" - Chubby Checker (October 1962)
Chubby Checker is one of the most easily dismissed and underrated stars of rock 'n roll. You would think he was a one hit wonder.
Although Chubby (Ernest Evans) wasn't the first to release "The Twist," (that honor belongs to Hank Ballard), it was Chubby's version that became the global sensation, hitting #1 on the chart in 1960 and again in 1961.
Chubby Checker's "Twist" record is credited as the song that changed pop culture by getting Mrs. Robinson and her generation out on the floor dancing to teenage music for the first time.
The story certainly doesn't end there. I love just about everything in Chubby Checker's extensive catalog.
Chubby cranked out one hit record after another...
and while some of his releases were derivative variations of the twist and other dance fads...
others were refreshingly different up tempo folk songs.
When measuring an artist's greatness I always look for killer bees. If you count Chubby Checker's "Jingle Bell Rock"/"Jingle Bells Imitations" single recorded with Bobby Rydell...
Chubby had a total of 10 singles with both the A side and the B side making the Billboard chart. In a few cases, the B side out performed the A side.
Bottom line: Chubby Checker consistently produced high quality recordings!
Chubby's "Limbo Rock" went to #2 on Billboard and #1 on Cash Box at Christmas time 1962. Chubby's latest dance craze spent an astounding 23 weeks on the chart in all - more than any of his other records including "The Twist."
As far as I was concerned the groovier song was the killer bee "Popeye the Hitchhiker," a bizarre dance record that broke into the top 10 around Halloween.
Chubby Checker's "Popeye the Hitchhiker" became the inspiration for Cool Ghoul John Zacherle's spooky answer song "Popeye (the Gravedigger)."
TV ghost host Zacherle also recorded creepy covers of songs by other Cameo/Parkway recording artists including the Dovells, the Orlons, Bobby Rydell and Dee Dee Sharp. Here's Zach's version of Dee Dee's "Gravy" flavored with a dash of cyanide.
B. Mitchell Reed - WMCA, New York
"Mama Didn't Lie" - Jan Bradley (February 1963)
R&B thrush Jan Bradley might have been a one hit wonder, but her waxing of a Curtis Mayfield song became a northern soul classic and my favorite song on the Cruisin' 1963 album. Released on Chicago's legendary Chess label at the start of that year, "Mama Didn't Lie" became a top 10 hit on the black chart and finished #14 on the Billboard Hot 100. Listen now to Chitown soul at its best!
The First Family, Vol. 1 - Vaughn Meader (November 1962 through November 1963)
The assasination of President John F. Kennedy is the first thing I think of when the year 1963 is mentioned.
Comedian and satirist Lenny Bruce was performing at a New York nightclub on the day of the assassination. As the story goes, Bruce tested his audience's capacity to laugh in the face of tragedy by remaining silent for a few moments before quipping "Vaughn Meader is screwed."
Comic impressionist Vaughn Meader's career took off like a rocket with the release of a comedy album based on the Kennedys.
The First Family featured Meader as the voice of JFK.
The album was released in the fall of 1962 and by Christmas it was a smash hit. By November 22nd, 1963, 7.5 million copies had been sold. When the unthinkable happened that day in Dallas it put an abrupt end to Vaughn Meader's career because the comic actor became irrevocably linked with the fallen president and one of the darkest days in American history.
...thee rubber schwan...is mine!
Be here for the next installment of Cruisin'...coming soon!
“Words and photographs could never do those dancers justice because you had to be there - in a club with great music, like minded people and loads of atmosphere.” David Meikle of Glasgow, Scotland wrote those words in an article remembering the Twisted Wheel, the legendary northern soul club in Manchester, England. Yet, Mr. Meikle could just as easily have been describing the scene at my favorite "in" spot of the 1960s, the Shady Dell in York (Pennsylvania, not England).
THE SHADY DELL
YORK, PENNSYLVANIA
The Shady Dell: Part of York County's Colorful History
What began as a home based restaurant and bakery in 1945 evolved over the next two decades into the hottest teen nightspot in York county complete with indoor and outdoor dance floors. It went beyond that. Shady Dell owner John Ettline and his wife Helen put out the welcome mat offering hospitality, comfort, support, and encouragement to generations of young people. During its impressive 45-year life span the Dell became a home away from home for countless area youth from a variety of backgrounds.
At the height of its popularity in the early and mid 60s the Dell, located on the southern outskirts of the White Rose city, was as widely known as North York’s White Oak Park ("the Oaks"), Harrisburg's Raven club, or any other youth-oriented venue in central Pennsylvania. The Dell attracted crowds from all over the region. It brought together under one roof kids from middle class families and kids from working class families - city kids, suburban kids, small town kids and farm kids.
The diverse cast of characters that constituted the Shady Dell family was a potentially volatile mix. Each of us had to find a way to fit in and get along (or risk being voted off the island). In the end, in spite of our differences, most of us learned to dance together without stepping on each other’s toes.
'Dell rats' as we were called had at least two things in common: a love of the music that played on the Dell’s jukebox and a genuine respect for John and Helen Ettline who graciously made their home our home.
GREATER THAN THE SUM OF ITS PARTS
The Dell was a unique, magical coming of age experience - a proving ground - a secluded hideaway where adolescents could develop social skills, learn to handle responsibility, and test the waters of adulthood free from the hassles of ubiquitous adult micromanagement.
SHOCKING TRUE CONFESSION: I WAS A TEENAGE DELL RAT! by Shady Del Knight
I became a Dell rat in 1965 at the age of fifteen. Disparaging rumors about the place had been circulating for years. If you were to believe the gossip, the Dell was a snake pit where bad boys and bad girls went to do bad things. Some people, including my mother, referred to the Dell as a “den of iniquity.” Intrigued by the horror stories, I was determined to get there and see for myself what all the fuss was about.
In preparation for my grand entrance, I subjected myself to weeks of rigorous training at a Shady Dell boot camp of my own devise. I grew my hair longer and took up the smoking habit. I practiced in front of a mirror until I was convinced that my stance, walk, and dancing style were all cool.
To complete my extreme makeover, I went shopping for my 'uniform' which consisted of a tapered shirt from the Hub, slacks by H.I.S., and two wardrobe essentials: a pair of blue Jack Purcell sneakers and the all-important Baracuta jacket "Made in England." Wearing my 'Cuta' made me feel so terribly, terribly British, you know. Spot on for us bird watchin' blokes, right gov'na?
'JACKS'
AN ABSOLUTE MUST...FOR DANCIN' ON DELL DUST!
THE CLASSIC TAN BARACUTA
STRICTLY CONTINENTAL, MATE!
Moment of Truth: Boy Meets Dell
Too young to drive, I made my first Dell visit happen by bumming a ride one night with my college-age cousin and two of his buddies. Clearly, none of the above was thrilled to be babysitting.
As we drove past York Hospital on South George and headed toward Violet Hill, what began as giddy anticipation was turning to apprehension. Fear of the unknown started creeping into my brain. What if the rumors turned out to be true? Would I soon be sharing a needle with a gang of rowdy bikers?
At Violet Hill, we made a dogleg turn to the right and began climbing the narrow, winding and bumpy Starcross Road. By now, my breathing had become labored and I felt queasy. It was as if, on a foolish dare, I had agreed to spend the night with Vincent Price in his House on Haunted Hill. Was it too late to leap from the car and bolt?
"I See the Lights... I See the Party Lights..."
We rounded a bend and I caught my first glimpse of her a short distance up the road. Perched on the hillside was a three-story brick house and, down to the left, a barn. The festive glow of colored lights rose skyward from an area behind the house. The atmospheric illumination, as I would soon learn, originated from strings of lanterns hanging above a patio rigged with remote speakers for outdoor dancing.
We banked to make our final approach, and I detected the percussive beat of uptempo music that was emanating from the barn and terrace and projecting outward across the surrounding countryside. We turned left into a gravel parking lot that was overflowing with vehicles. Here, in all of her rustic splendor, stood the infamous Shady Dell, my destination for the evening and my obsession for years to come!
I Found My Thrill on Violet Hill
My heart was thumping as we climbed the steps that led to the entrance and approached the admission booth. Following my cousin’s lead, I slid a quarter through the window and looked up to see a balding, bespectacled old man grinning back at me. Old? John Ettline would have been 59 at the time. I'm older than that now. Yikes!
“Good evening, gentlemen!” John delivered his cheerful salutation in a booming baritone. Immediately, my anxiety vanished. John’s warm welcome made me feel right at home. It made me feel like I belonged. Although I didn’t get it at the time, John’s presupposition that we were "gentlemen" was a clever and tactful way of admonishing us to behave accordingly.
Toto, I've a Feeling We're Not in Kansas Anymore!
From the moment I entered the compound, I was hooked. The Dell was a private playground for teenagers - a candy land - a fun factory - a safe haven where kids could congregate and blow off steam without having to worry about parents and teachers giving them the evil eye. Instantly, I became intoxicated - not by alcohol - but by a sense of total freedom. Moreover, there was a vibe in the air at the Dell that was completely new to me – an exhilarating blend of romance, adventure and danger!
Instead of placing a ton of restrictions on their young patrons, John and Helen granted us the independence teenagers crave. The Ettlines were willing to take a step back and trust our judgment. It was okay for us to party as long as things didn’t get out of hand. Most of us eagerly embraced that arrangement. If and when we screwed up, the Ettlines gave us another chance. John and Helen cut you plenty of slack, but if you disrespected them or trashed their establishment both were capable of unleashing a fiery temper.
Of Rats and Men
Contrary to popular belief, the Dell did not harbor gangs of juvenile delinquents eager to conceal their wicked deeds from law enforcement. Sorry, Mom - there weren’t any guns, switchblades or brass knuckles - no gangs, career criminals or prostitutes - just a bunch of ordinary teenagers who loved to meet, mix and mingle, dance and have fun.
Fights were few and far between. There was tacit agreement that it was our duty to preserve and protect the unique setting that the Ettlines had created for us. It required us to police ourselves to prevent incidents that would generate negative publicity or hassles with the law. Scuffles were settled quickly, often through John’s bold intervention. One of the first lessons a guy learned at the Dell was: don’t let the gray hair fool you - nobody messes with John - he’s the boss!
A Special Welcome to All Incoming Freshmen!
I got punched in the face three times during my first year of matriculation on the campus of the Shady Dell School of Hard Knocks. Apparently, a few of the guys were determined to teach me a lesson. Yet, such incidents could not dampen my enthusiasm or scare me away from the place. In fact, they had the opposite effect - they whet my appetite for more! As a Dell newbie desperate to break free of mom’s apron strings and earn respect and acceptance, I wasn’t about to let a bloody nose deter me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a man instead of a boy and I loved it. Just like Secret Agent Man, I was living a life of danger. I was addicted to the rush!
Determined to create an image that would allow me to blend in, appeal to the ladies, and avoid becoming a frequent target of the tribe's dominant males, I engaged in a good deal of posing, posturing and pretending. I decided that it would be advantageous for me to look tough, even though I wasn't. Whenever I strolled into the dance hall, I made sure that my hair was messed up, my shirt tail was hanging out, a lit cigarette was dangling from my lips, and my game face was on.
One afternoon before anybody else arrived, my best friend and I rolled around on the dance floor of the barn so that we could properly break-in our new Baracuta jackets by getting them coated with Dell dust. This drove my mother crazy. She kept asking me how I got my jacket so badly soiled. She was even more perplexed when I forbade her to get it cleaned. How could I explain to her that I didn’t want to risk weakening my status with the other guys by wearing a clean jacket?
In my mom’s day, the ideal guy wore a white sportcoat and a pink carnation. His hair was neatly cropped, oiled down and slicked back off his forehead. That look would have spelled social suicide at the Dell in the mid 60s. My goal was to look like I had just been in a fight at reform school, and if I got my uniform dirty or bloodied in combat, it was a GOOD thing.
Helen & John Ettline
Shady Dell Owners
Helen and John: Not Your Typical Mom and Pop
Even by mid 60s standards, John Ettline seemed part of a vanishing breed of men. John never called me by my first name. He always chose to address me as “Mr. Knight." John maintained that friendly formality through all the years I knew him. I’m very glad he did. John always made me feel important when he added the title “Mr.” to my name. Making insecure teenagers feel good about themselves was John’s greatest gift. He always treated young people with dignity and respect and that made them want to return it.
Along with his outstanding people skills, John possessed a photographic memory. He could always match a face with a name. He seemed to know a lot about anything or anybody that you happened to be discussing. John Ettline had a million stories to tell - all of them interesting.
Although old enough to be our grandparents, there was no generation gap between the Ettlines and their teenage guests. They seemed to remember better than other grown-ups what it was like to be young. John and Helen stayed in touch and in tune with the youth culture. Never was that more in evidence than one day at the York Fair in September, 1968. I was sitting in the grandstand awaiting the start of the James Brown concert. I turned around to search the crowd for familiar faces and there, a few rows behind me, sat Helen and John. In a year when racial tension was running high in York and elsewhere, it was remarkable to see a white couple in their 60s at a James Brown concert, chanting along with the rest of us, “Say It Loud: I’m Black and I’m Proud!”
John and Helen were cool. Young people felt at ease talking with them. Unlike many adults, John and Helen listened to us. They cared without preaching or judging. The Ettlines treated their teen visitors like extended family. They believed in the potential of every young person, including troubled youth from broken homes. They spoke to us about the value of an education and honest hard work. They sponsored athletic programs and honored America’s armed forces. They shaped young lives by instilling a sense of pride and self esteem. John and Helen went out of their way to make all of their kids feel like somebody - even those whose families were telling them they were nobody.
The Dell Jukebox: ALL KILLER AND NO FILLER!
Upon arriving on the Dell scene, I soon realized that the jukebox in the barn was loaded with the greatest, most danceable records to be found anywhere. There were quite a few songs that I had never heard before, and would never hear anywhere else. The music that played nightly at the Dell was consistently better than that being played on top 40 radio. During the mid 60s, the musical menu at the Dell was a combination of Motown, northern soul, blue-eyed soul, Memphis sound, southern r&b, British beat, girl group, American pop and folk-rock, plus a few do-wop favorites held over from the 50s.
Shady Dell regulars prided themselves on having radar for cool. Year in and year out, they discovered and popularized songs that radio stations across the country had somehow overlooked. Records that lingered near the bottom of the national chart often became cherished classics at the Dell. Forgotten flips were elevated to mega-hit status by Dell rats unfettered by the limitations of radio play lists.
Certain songs resonated with the Dell crowd to such an extent that they remained on the jukebox for years. The best example of this phenomenon is the song that I picked as #1 on my survey of the 200 Greatest Hits Of The Shady Dell. That song was still one of the most popular selections on the Dell’s jukebox a dozen years after its initial release in the 50s! That very special song, the greatest and longest lasting Shady Dell hit of all time, was "Close Your Eyes" by the Five Keys!
THE FIVE KEYS
"Close Your Eyes" Ranked #1
Del-Chords & Magnificent Men
Another mighty evergreen at the Dell was "Everybody’s Gotta Lose Someday," an intense, power-packed r&b/soul ballad by the Del-Chords, a racially mixed group from York. Released in 1964, the record was still being played heavily two years later, jamming the floor with slow dancers several times a night. Dave Bupp and Buddy King, lead vocalists from the Del-Chords, eventually merged with band members from Harrisburg’s Endells to form the blue-eyed soul group, the Magnificent Men. The “Mag Men,” as we called them, were white guys who had a passion for black music and the vocal talent and musicianship to authentically perform it. Their awesome, inspirational ballad "Peace of Mind" became the first in an impressive string of Dell hits for our hometown heroes.
Magnificent Men
HEAVY HITTERS AT THE DELL!
The Emperors of Harrisburg
Records by the Emperors, another home-grown act, were also enormously popular with Dell dancers. The Emperors, a black group from the state capital, became leading exponents of the “Harrisburg sound,” a blend of r&b, soul and Latin influences. "Karate," the Emperors’ best known recording, was the first of eight raw, funky, organ-driven numbers to achieve hit status at the Dell in 1966 and 1967.
THE EMPERORS
DELL ROYALTY - THEY RULED!
End of an Era
Once addicted to the Dell, I pretty much lived there until the fall of 1967 when I left York to attend an institution of higher learning. Over the next four years, I visited my Dell family whenever possible during holidays, spring breaks, and summer vacations. My stint as a Dell rat officially ended in 1971 when I found a job in another city and moved away from York for good.
My final visit to the Dell came in March of 1984 when my career took me out of state. My last piece of business before leaving was to drop in at the Dell and say a final goodbye. I entered the house to find John sitting on a stool at the lunch counter reading the newspaper. “Well, hello stranger!” John bellowed, rising to his feet and extending his hand. “Long time no see, Mr. Knight!" After shaking hands with John and exchanging a few pleasantries, I inquired about Helen. I was stunned to learn that she had passed away a few weeks earlier. I never got the news! John and I stood alone in Helen’s snack bar, reminiscing about the good old days and lamenting how much things had changed since the Dell’s golden era.
After a brief chat, I excused myself and walked down the sidewalk to check out the barn. The old dance hall was dimly lit and nearly vacant. The only customers were two boys with shoulder length hair standing by the jukebox with a couple of girls. No music was playing. The place was dead - or at least in the final lonely stages of life. If it had been twenty years earlier, the joint would have been jumpin’. The four young people eyed me suspiciously. Is this guy a narc? I put myself in their combat boots and realized that the sight of a stranger in his mid thirties was probably making this new generation of Dell rats uncomfortable. I promptly exited the barn and returned to the house to bid farewell to John.
That night marked the last time I ever saw John or entered the Shady Dell. I made one final pilgrimage in 1988 when I returned to Pennsylvania to visit my parents. I drove up to the Dell one afternoon with every intention of going inside. I’m sure I would have encountered a smiling John Ettline who would have immediately remembered my name. Yet, I never got out of the car. I chose not to enter because I didn’t want to further contaminate my memories by seeing how much older John looked and how much more dilapidated the Dell had become. All I could do was sit there in the parking lot gazing at the barn, the house, the bench, and the steps to the admission booth where the whole journey started. My mind flooded with a thousand memories of the people, the place, and the time of my life.
John Ettline closed the Dell in the fall of 1991. He died at the beginning of 1993. John’s family auctioned off the restaurant equipment, signage and other Dell paraphernalia in the spring of that year.
(Mike Argento's 1993 article in the York Daily Record was used as a reference source for portions of this cover story.)
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