When I was a kid growing up in the late 1960s, and early 1970s, my grandfather, Peter Klapatch, used to give me a sip of his beer. I really did not appreciate the flavor, but I pretended that I liked it. He was a retired miner who worked in an anthracite coal mine in Olyphant, Pennsylvania. He drank Stegmaier Gold Medal beer which was brewed in Wilkes-Barre. At the time, grandfathers who had retired from working in the coal mines, and the railroad were infamous for letting their grandchildren taste beer. They saw it as their civic duty. They all drank either Stegmaier, or Gibbons which was also brewed in Wilkes-Barre.
My grandfather purchased Stegmaier by the case. There were twenty-four returnable sixteen-ounce bottles in each case.
My grandfather purchased Stegmaier by the case. There were twenty-four returnable sixteen-ounce bottles in each case.