by Thom Van Vleck
Recently I traveled to York, Pa to the home of York Barbell to judge at the USAWA Heavy Lift Nationals. This, however, is not a meet report but a story about a Long Journey.
Back in 1938 my Grandfather ordered his first “real” barbell set. Oh, sure, he had been training for along time before this, since 1928 to be exact, but it was at this point he finally could afford a real barbell set to replace the bodyweight exercises, the concrete “bucket” weights, and the assorted things like anvils he would find to train with. By that time he was married and I recall he had a real fight with my grandmother over ordering that set since they were short on cash. But it was his dream. I still have what is part of that set.
Then, in 1957, my Uncle’s Phil and Wayne began to train and scrimped and saved until they could order a real “Olympic” set. There was other choice but York! This was the classic deep dish York set. At that time, Wayne and Phil became avid Olympic style lifting fans and at that time York Barbell was the center of it all. When I started training, in 1977, my Uncle Wayne bought a new set to encourage me. I remember vividly him ordering it with a mail order form and a check. I’m pretty sure he wanted it as much as I did and it was just a good excuse to order a new set!
I have a few hundred Strength & Health and Muscular Development magazines that were published by York Barbell. I’m not a collector, most are the magazines that my grandfather and Uncles bought off the news stand to read. I would read these for countless hours as a kid when I started training and as a result, probably know more about York Barbell than all the people who currently work there!
So, when Al asked me to come along and be a judge, I pushed aside a chance to go to Iceland and compete in a highland games and chose to go to York. You see, even though my family had been “York Men” since 1938, NOBODY from my family had ever been there!
So, here it was, 73 years after that first York barbell set was mail ordered by my grandfather and I was on my way to York. I was pretty excited but at the same time, I was realistic. I knew it was not what it was in the glory days. But I hoped it would still be a great trip.
We arrived the morning of the contest and pulled up out front. There was Bob Hoffman’s statue standing as proud as ever. My grandfather used to tell me that Bob was “a little full of himself” and I had to chuckle as I looked at the statue. Most accomplished men are a little full of themselves. It often takes a big ego to drive great success. I wish I could have met the guy, big ego aside, he did much for lifting and made America quite literally….a lot stronger.
Soon, we went inside. There was a large “Barbell Mobile” hanging from the ceiling. Barbell plates and bars balanced from a single point from the ceiling. Not sure if they were real….but if they were that’s a lot of weight hanging there! Then to the right was a lifting auditorium where the hall of fame induction took place. I walked through and into the gym area. It was loaded with platforms and weights, much more modern than I expected but then again, this is not the “original” club where the “York Gang” trained. That place was long gone and while we drove by the location, nothing remains of it downtown.
Next, I walked through the museum. I won’t detail all of it, but while what was there was very cool, it was not as big as I expected, but still not a let down. What was there oozed history. I would detour through the museum many times while I was there, taking just a minute to look at something else I had missed. I then went into the retail store, that was nice, again not as big as I expected but it had “one of everything”. While there I picked up matching York Barbell shirts with the old style split jerk logo for me and my Uncle Wayne. I took tons of photos so that later I could show Wayne and Phil a “virtual” tour of the place. I didn’t go anywhere else, but looked around at the warehouse. The foundry is gone, they don’t make anything on site anymore. Later, we also traveled by Bob Hoffman’s old house as the sun set on my York trip and we called it a day.
Next: Part II My feelings about my Trip.