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A Look Back in History: The American Folklife Movement

By Richard L.T. Orth Columnist |

Welcome to my World: Bonding with our baby

My older sisters, Anita, Jannetta, Mary Alice, Dorothy, Gladys and I, Carole, never expected to have any more babies at our age. After all, we ranged in ages 40 to 55. But, we ended up with one anyway - our very own mother. ...

By Carole Christman Koch Columnist |

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    The Historian - Old shaving mugs: Tonsorial treasures

    “Take thou a barber’s razor and cause it to pass upon thy beard.” - The Prophet Ezekial

    By Robert Wood Columnist |

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    Out & About: The beautiful Bufo

    “Don’t touch it, you’ll get warts,” my mother exclaimed as she took one step back. She tried her best to convince me that she was a trained toad-ologist before she became a mother. I was eight years old, but I knew better, so I ignored her pleas and continued touching the rough, brown bumps on top of its flat head. It was one of my favorites, the American toad.

    By Rich Wood Columnist |

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    A Look Back in History: Those other baked goods of the Dutch Country

    Indigenous PA Dutch people thrived on homemade Pennsylvania German cuisine for well over 300 years, and notably, this was a beer and pretzel culture celebrated by taverns and wayside inns in the historic Valleys of Southeastern PA. Regional pocket cultures found throughout the Pennsylvania Dutch Country, where Rhineland natives continued to produce gingerbread cookies and pretzels in their East Penn and Oley Valley bake ovens, may also be the reason why certain homesteads had more than one...

    By Richard L.T. Orth Columnist |

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    Welcome to my World: Millie, the Mother

    I know many good mother - my sisters, my children and my friends. But, I know of no other mother that exemplifies motherhood then my sister-in-law, Millie.

    By Carole Christman Koch Columnist |

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    PERSON TO PERSON - IMPACT: Baseball memories, Part I

    There are many ways to remember events of the past: what house you lived in, what grade of school you were in, the age of your siblings or kids, your job, stories of baseball games, just to name a few. I would like to concentrate on baseball memories.

    By Jeff Hall Columnist |

  • COMMUNITY CONNECTION

    Out & About: Reddy Red

    When my children were young one of their favorite movies was Disney’s “The Fox and the Hound” (1981). The story focuses on the unusual childhood friendship between a Red Fox called Tod and a hound dog named Copper, and the challenges they face to stay friends as they grow older and their natural instincts try to pull them apart. Although both the hound dog and the Red Fox are in the canine family, in reality it would be unlikely for a wild fox and domestic dog to snuggle...

    By Rich Wood Columnist |

  • COMMUNITY CONNECTION

    The Historian - Old time shooting matches: Part II

    As detailed in last week’s column, in the 18th and 19th centuries most every tavern held one or more shooting matches during the fall and winter. Prizes attracted contestants who were usually found later patronizing the host taverns. It was also noted that shooting matches were an old custom that immigrants brought with them from Switzerland and the Germanic states west of the Rhine. In the late 17th century, craftsmen from that region practiced the technology of cutting spiral...

    By Robert Wood Columnist |

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    A Look Back in History - From Rye to Riches: Part II

    In continuing with additional thoughts on last week’s column, many wise Oley Valley Pennsylvanish Deitsch farm women saved their valuable “wheat” flour to be baked into bread they sold at town markets like Philadelphia for the hard cash it would bring to sustain their families. The pioneer immigrant “Haus Frau” used her less-valuable rye flour to bake hearth bread, which was consumed by her own family, indentured servants and hired hands in order to sell...

    By Richard L.T. Orth Columnist |

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    Welcome to my World: For the love of warmth

    Having been born in 1940 and raised on a farm with nine siblings, we didn’t always have the conveniences children do today. Yet, I can’t recall any winter day that our home was cold. As the first person out of bed, Pop was the one to go downstairs to the cellar and stoke the coal furnace. I’m sure I never thanked Pop for this early morning blessing, allowing us to jump out of bed and feel the warm house.

    By Carole Christman Koch Columnist |

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    PERSON TO PERSON - IMPACT: Making things right

    Wouldn’t it be a wonderful compliment to have someone say, “You are the most honest person I have ever met!” My answer would be, “Not necessarily!”

    By Jeff Hall Columnist |

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