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December 5, 2010

Times: They are A-Changing

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TIMES: They are A-Changing

Bob Sanzi

     Were you born before 1960? 

     If so, you would be one of those kids whose parents told their children what to do and when to do it. There was direction in your life then. It was a much easier world to understand. Things just seemed simpler. 

     Isn’t everything more complicated now? Nothing we do is simple anymore. Do you think the world is all out of whack?  How many times in a day do you find yourself thinking “Huh?”

     For example: Did you buy a box of frozen green beans only to find that when you opened it the beans were lumped in a plastic bag with a chunk of something yellow?  When you dug the empty box out of the kitchen trash did you discover specific instructions on what to do with the bagged beans? Did it involve a microwave? 

     See what I mean?

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     When I was in high school I learned how to type. Leaning how to drive a typewriter was supposed to help you when you went to College. So I was instructed to learn to type because I would be going to college.

     When is the last time you saw a typewriter? Here’s an interesting exercise: try to explain a typewriter to (more…)

November 10, 2010

Sing to Me Softly

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SING TO ME SOFTLY

Malaika King

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I remember when

You used to sing me to sleep

 

The softness of your words

Bouncing off the walls

 

And cascading me

With your voice

 

I remember when

You used to (more…)

April 21, 2010

A Family Grows in Greensburg, Pennsylvania

Greensburg, PA, as seen from the top of the Courthouse

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A FAMILY GROWS IN GREENSBURG

(Southwestern Pennsylvania)

Sarah K. Byrne-Houser

       While I never quite pictured myself evolving into a minivan-maneuvering soccer mom, I spent my childhood playing on a cul-de-sac in a streetlight-free township east of Pittsburgh. Suburbia and I came to know each other well. 

     Brooklyn born and bred, my fiancé possessed no true understanding of life outside a city.  Apparently, he harbored some serious delusions upon his relocation to Greensburg in Southwestern Pennsylvania. 

     We moved from our college campus in Baltimore, Maryland to an apartment near my old high school. The apartment was a standard beige-and-white two-bedroom cheap enough for recent grads. His adjustment to Greensburg would take some time, we both knew.  After all, his new “city” operated a very limited (more…)

July 13, 2009

Oh, no! Stranded in India

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OH, NO! STRANDED IN INDIA

Joney

     I was almost stranded at a station in a village whose name I couldn’t pronounce. I was teaching in the southern part of India, in a place called Tamil Nadu, at a small village. It was at a 7,000 foot level in the mountains. Mountains are called “ghats.” The village was Kodaikanal and the school was Kodaikanal International School.

    We had a long Christmas vacation so students could travel to their home country for their vacations. The students were all boarding students from many countries. I wanted to see as much of India as I could at this time. A young Indian piano teacher, Roger, friend of mine, said he lived in Kalimpong. Kalimpong is on the boarder of Napal.  

    “Sure, I would love to meet your family.”

     Roger already had his train ticket. I bought a train ticket. I was put in a cabin with three men!—–in a different car than my friend was in. The trip lasted four days. I had a top bunk. I climbed up and watched the men. One was an (more…)

March 13, 2009

Moving to the (Laurel Ridge) Mountains

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MOVING TO THE (LAUREL RIDGE) MOUNTAINS

Mustang Sally

     We did that a year ago. Moved to the mountains.  So here we are.   We drive into the driveway and sit for a moment, overwhelmed by the beauty of the sunlight filtering through the hemlocks and the roar of Pike Run as it tumbles down the mountain.  We have learned to say Don-e-GAL is where you get off the turnpike. We can now refer to LAY-trobe as the home of (more…)

October 29, 2008

RIDING THE RAILS: A True Story

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RIDING THE RAILS

NELLIE RIGGS McQUILLIS

 

This piece is included in a self-published book of short stories written by a new contributor, Nellie Riggs McQuillis. TALES FROM THE FOUR MILE RUN was written and published in the 1980s, after her retirement. She taught in the Ligonier (PA) School District between 1936 and 1978, except for a few years when she took time out to grow a family.

     “Now, you young ones pay attention. You’re not to leave this place today. Do you hear me?”
     “Of course,” I said. “They can probably hear you half way to…”
     “What’s that?” he said, whirling around.
     “I said of course we hear you. We hafta stay in this place.”
     Then he was gone.
     We jumped up from the table, scraped the rest of our oatmeal into the dog’s dish on the porch and prayed he’d eat it before Mom came up from the cellar, where she was hunting Mason jars for canning beans.
     Then (more…)

July 6, 2008

THE ICE CREAM MAN

—written by Ami Trapaso

This piece was contributed by Ami Trapaso, a member of the former Foothills Writers Group. Watch for her future postings.

I can’t think of summer without thinking of the ice cream man.

The lone ranger of ice cream riding through the neighborhoods on his trusty steed, or should I say his bright orange van, handing out cool, refreshing treats to all the children with pocket change. I look back at it now and laugh, but it was life and death to (more…)