The Awards, of course, were given to seniors and/or faculty. Even though the recognition of Dean's List students was curtailed this year, we were glad we could be there and pleased with Gerald's grade average. In three more weeks he will finish his second full year and has two more to go. Am I dreaming or do I faintly hear the strains of Pomp and Circumstance?
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
You know you’re from Eastern Pennsylvania when...
· You hear horses clopping down a paved street and don’t need to run to the window to see what's going on outside.
· Red Beet Eggs and Shoofly Pie make your list of top ten favorite foods.
· You know cinders will be spread on the roads instead of sand when it snows.
· You think "Agnes" and when you hear 1972 and "TMI" when you hear 1979.
· You are traveling out of state and if asked where you are from...you say "P-A" rather than saying "Pennsylvania".
· Words like: buggy, hoagie, ham balls, and spritzing actually mean something to you.
· You ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.
· You call Sloppy Joes "barbecue."
· You can stop along the road to buy fruits, vegetables, or crafts on the 'honor system.'
· You consider Pittsburgh to be 'out west' and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
· You do things "once," as in "I'll go check in the back room once."
· You end your sentence with an unnecessary preposition. Example:"Where's my coat at?"
· You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word "snow."
· You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
· You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Lebanon Bologna, Hot Bacon Dressing, Soft Pretzels, and Cheesesteaks.
· You know the only way to make good fastnachts is to cook them in lard.
· You know what "Cow Tipping" and "Elbedrich Hunting" are.
· You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
· You know what a Moravian star is and what to do with it.
· You know what REAL pot pie is.
· You know what's knee-high by the Fourth of July.
· You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or that packages turkeys or bologna.
· You prefer Hershey's Chocolate to Godiva.
· You say the correct pronunciation LANG-kist-er (instead of Lan-CAST-er), and LEB-nin (instead of Leb-a-NON).
· You say things like, "Outen the lights," "I'm calling off today," and "They're calling for snow."
· You say you're going out to the shed "awhile," instead of "for awhile."
· You think everyone from another state has an accent.
· You think the start of deer hunting is a national holiday.
· Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
· Your turkey has "filling," not "stuffing" or "dressing."
· You know what distelfinks and hex signs are.
· You actually understand this list.
You may live elsewhere, but if your roots are here you understand the list above as well as I. Since this is such a colorful place to live, why are you there instead of here?
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Surnames buried in this cemetery include:
Winey, Horst, Kuhns, Good, White, Dohner, Burkholder, Shelley, Risser, Hunsberger, Snyder, Wismer, Bare, Newcomer, Shupe, Weaver, and Eberle.
Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year.
How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you are.
Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live.
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.
Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?
If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day, how come nothing is free yet?
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors....but they all exist very nicely in the same box.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Working for God doesn't pay much, but His retirement plan is out of this world.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I don't remember if April 24 is a record for being the latest we ever planted, but it comes close. Weeks of cold weather postponed planting. We had a layer of snow on April 16, but a weekend in the 80s finally made the ground fit to plow and plant. It's a couple weeks late, but God kept His promise that as long as the earth remains there will always be seedtime and harvest. The seeds are planted and the rain that is forecast for this afternoon will get them started on their way to harvest.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
It is 13 years since Steve's death, but I have not forgotten how it feels and well know what the Martins have to face in the coming days. We've been to some viewings for young men in the last 13 years but this was the first time we were at the funeral of one. It brought back a lot of memories. I thought they had the kind of service Gordon would have enjoyed. It was nice they paid tribute to his fiancee with a couple songs.
One of the things the minister said that I heartily agreed with was this statement. "Hang onto the Lord for dear life. That's all you have to hang on to." I just don't know how people that don't have the Lord get through these kind of things. If there were no hope beyond the grave there would be no way to cope with such a loss. But I always come back to the thought that things are only lost when we don't know where they are. When we know our loved ones are with the Lord, then they are not lost---just temporarily out of our sight. As long as they live in our hearts and memories, they are still with us.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
As I swept and turned the mattress, I was already anticipating the pleasure tonight of hoisting myself into the high antique bed in which I was born and lying down between the air-dried sheets and quilt. (OK Smarty! I heard that snicker! The bed was already old when I was born.)
I feel sorry for the people who have never known (or forgotten) how it feels to go to bed in a room that smells of soap, window cleaner, furniture polish, and fresh air. Oh yes! I know there are many things far more important than a spotless bedroom. I certainly want to leave a greater legacy behind than a clean house and would consider myself a failure if my obituary headline could say nothing better than, "Meticulous housekeeper." Still, there is a great sense of satisfaction in going to bed in a room that smells of furniture polish and fresh air. I get to experience it only once a year. And that, to me, is the smell of spring.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Now snowsuit knees begin to fray
And mitten pairs go half astray
And tots exhibit feet of clay;
Now idle sleds commence to rust
And roller skates become a must,
Returning robins readjust;
Now sunshine graces each demeanor
And muddy lawns grow daily greener,
We send our woolens to the cleaner;
In readiness the earth awaits
Spring's bonus days at bargain rates;
Poised are the poet laureates
Their vernal verses to compose
Reviewing novel rhymes for rose
In cadence clear, yet grandoise;
And then it snows.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
We had not been to Ohio to visit Cheryl since October. We knew if we don't go in April it will not happen until June. When we found out they were having their annual fund-raising Spaghetti Supper at the school on Friday night we decided to leave early enough to take that in too. Because of the distance, we get to very few of their school functions.
We sailed out there in good time, making the trip in only five hours. Sure was different than last spring when Leroy had to stop at every other fence post because of his battle with the prostate problem.
The spaghetti supper was delicious. Cheryl and her family were slated to help from 7-8. Cheryl was in the kitchen cooking hugepots of spaghetti.
Richard and the boys helped serve at the dessert table. They ran out of pies and the rest of the people had to be satisfied with cookies. I managed to snag a piece of raspberry pie before that happened. They figured they served about 325 people. We don't make a habit of driving 5 hours for spaghetti, but it was worth the trip. Since this is a veal growing area of Ohio, the meatballs were made from veal. Leroy thought they were so more-ish he went back for a second plate.
We had a nice weekend with Cheryl and her family but it wasn't any warmer than here. Earlier, they had a longer spell of warm weather than we had here so they had to mow yard already. Her tulips are blooming too. I have not seen any around here. It is unusual for them to be ahead of us at all. We had rain all the way home this afternoon, sometimes rather heavy. It's good to be back. There's just no place like home!