For the first time in York County history, Amish preserved land through the Farms and Natural Land Trust. Omar and Esther King share their story about living west of the river.
The drive to be “king of the hill” pushes two Yorkers to ride up the White Rose Motorcycle Club’s Jefferson hillclimb – one rides today, the other a local legend from the 1960s.
Turning off Tunnel Hill Road in Seven Valleys, I progress down a gravel lane. Trees shade the road from both sides, creating a green tunnel with peaks of light reflecting off my black Subaru Impreza. It’s 12:30 p.m. and I’m meeting Amanda Clark, the co-founder of Here with Us Farm
Leaving the Agricultural and Industrial Museum, I felt excited. Like when you’re driving home from work on a Friday, the window down, your left arm gliding over the air currents that force your fingers up and down in a wave. Right hand gripping the steering wheel with your thumb tapping
Immigration: A hot button topic that seems to have dominated politics and the news. While most people are focused on migrants from Central America or the Middle East, many aren’t aware of the mass exodus occurring inside the United States. Who makes up this quiet migration? Farmers. According to John Shover,
When did you realize you loved learning about local history? I had three moments where I became aware of my fascination of York County. Seeing my great-great-grandfather’s name, Charles E. Reisinger, as a juror for the 1929 Hex Murder trial. Learning that Quakers have been meeting at the York Friends
About two months ago, my 97-year-old great grandfather, Leonard Giknis, passed away. Going through his belongings, I found a few books in his collection that surprised me: Moby Dick, The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, and my personal favorite – Goethe to Ibsen, in which he scratched out the title to read
Sometimes, our past includes challenging events, people, and ideas. However, that doesn’t mean public historians should exclude them from our discussions. Instead, the full history, even the tough stuff, should be included. For example, Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia, where “history never gets old,” faced a difficult task positioning the brutal
Barb Titanish sits at a table within H.O.P.E.’s new cancer retreat haven. Behind pink-tinted glasses, she recalls a story from 1978 about her sister, Diane Walburn. On a cold night, Diane suffered from the pain of cancer. At that time, few medications were permitted for home-use to help cope with
Living in Seven Valleys, my commute to Hershey eats up a large chunk of time. It takes me an hour to drive to work, one-way. Luckily for me, Bluetooth technology and Audible speed up my commute by narrating my favorite books. Right now I’m enjoying Jane Jacobs’ The Death and