Earl Shaffer of York County, the first man to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail, called April the “true first month of the year.” The budding trees, blooming flowers, rolling waterfalls, and omission of bugs makes for happy times out in nature. As an outdoors person, I want to usher in “the
Unbeknownst to me, I was walking on fresh food growing in the yard! This foraging class helped cure my “plant blindness,” seeing all the potential culinary treasures at my feet.
We’re in a pandemic, and some of my friends have fallen ill. I feel helpless. Normally, I’d be able to visit them at the hospital or in their home. But the contagion has prevented me from spending valuable time with the people I love. Growing up, I practiced a mindset
On Monday night, I head to Wanda Tyson’s house — my grandmother who I call Mama. Wanda Dietz, a life-long family-friend, is there to help, too. They both hackle me for my tardiness. “But Mama! It’s raining ice. I took my time.” “Ok,” she says. “Are you coming straight from
Jamie and the Friends of York City Cemetery are raising funds to install a permanent memorial. You can contribute by visiting Preservation PA’s donation page. I like to watch how people treat “the help.” It’s a way to glimpse inside the person’s character. I come from a working class background.
On Dec. 29, 2020, the Carlisle Livestock Auction closed its doors. Luckily, I was able to celebrate the end of an agricultural era by selling a dozen chickens.