THOUGHTS ON HELPING MY SISTER MOVE
First, I would like to state that my sister has many good friends who spent major parts of a weekend helping her move. I'm thankful for them and thankful to them. It wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly as it did. There were those who knew how to pack a moving van, thank God, and there were those who knew how to drive the moving van, and there were those who knew how to get the moving van, panel van, and pick up truck right to the door of her new place. There were those who helped pack boxes, and there were those who carried the boxes out of the old and into the new, and there were those who drove their own vehicles on moving day, and there were those who said, “Don't worry about the few extra things in the garage and the basement. We'll get rid of them for you.” WOW! They all helped BIG TIME! A great big thank you also to our son, his wife, and three children who not only have room in their house but also room in their hearts!
Kantner is a place I will miss seeing. It has always meant “home” to me. I've enjoyed Stonycreek that runs through town. I've enjoyed the woods on the hill. I've enjoyed the view across the river to Turkeyfoot, although I don't enjoy it as much now with the HUGE windmills in view. I've even enjoyed seeing and hearing the trains go up and down the track across Stonycreek. It was nice to go to elementary school a tenth of a mile down the road, and high school across the street.
Quemahoning Dam has always been a favorite spot to drive around and photograph. New Baltimore was a relaxing place to visit. The drive along the stream and through the woods was always relaxing. Driving the Pennsylvania Turnpike and getting off at Somerset is now a thing of the past. How many turnpike exits have a Harley Davidson dealership just across the road?
Flight 93 Memorial has been a place of quiet contemplation during every visit home. I am thankful for the bravery of those who gave their lives there so that others may live. It's an important part of the spirit of America.
The makers of home-made gobs and what my sister calls “cardboard pies” will have to survive without my business. I've done my best to keep sales up for you for many years. You probably could tell when I was around because sales would spike. We certainly don't have either one in Tucson, and I haven't found any in the Pittsburgh area. Somerset County also seems to be the only place where I can find Tastycake products. Ham Loaf from the market in Hooversville is really good, but I don't really picture myself driving from Pittsburgh to buy one.
I'm sorry for the times I've been “home” and haven't visited friends. We always seemed to be too busy. I'm beginning to realize what a mistake that has been. The Friday evening dinner at Hoss's has given Norma and me many good memories.
Kantner, I'll miss you. Maybe, I'll even miss you enough to take an eighty-mile drive just to drive over Stonycreek again and to see the swinging bridge in Hooversville. Thanks, Kantner, Thanks Hooversville, and Thanks, Somerset County! GO FORBES JETS!
First, I would like to state that my sister has many good friends who spent major parts of a weekend helping her move. I'm thankful for them and thankful to them. It wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly as it did. There were those who knew how to pack a moving van, thank God, and there were those who knew how to drive the moving van, and there were those who knew how to get the moving van, panel van, and pick up truck right to the door of her new place. There were those who helped pack boxes, and there were those who carried the boxes out of the old and into the new, and there were those who drove their own vehicles on moving day, and there were those who said, “Don't worry about the few extra things in the garage and the basement. We'll get rid of them for you.” WOW! They all helped BIG TIME! A great big thank you also to our son, his wife, and three children who not only have room in their house but also room in their hearts!
Kantner is a place I will miss seeing. It has always meant “home” to me. I've enjoyed Stonycreek that runs through town. I've enjoyed the woods on the hill. I've enjoyed the view across the river to Turkeyfoot, although I don't enjoy it as much now with the HUGE windmills in view. I've even enjoyed seeing and hearing the trains go up and down the track across Stonycreek. It was nice to go to elementary school a tenth of a mile down the road, and high school across the street.
Quemahoning Dam has always been a favorite spot to drive around and photograph. New Baltimore was a relaxing place to visit. The drive along the stream and through the woods was always relaxing. Driving the Pennsylvania Turnpike and getting off at Somerset is now a thing of the past. How many turnpike exits have a Harley Davidson dealership just across the road?
Flight 93 Memorial has been a place of quiet contemplation during every visit home. I am thankful for the bravery of those who gave their lives there so that others may live. It's an important part of the spirit of America.
The makers of home-made gobs and what my sister calls “cardboard pies” will have to survive without my business. I've done my best to keep sales up for you for many years. You probably could tell when I was around because sales would spike. We certainly don't have either one in Tucson, and I haven't found any in the Pittsburgh area. Somerset County also seems to be the only place where I can find Tastycake products. Ham Loaf from the market in Hooversville is really good, but I don't really picture myself driving from Pittsburgh to buy one.
I'm sorry for the times I've been “home” and haven't visited friends. We always seemed to be too busy. I'm beginning to realize what a mistake that has been. The Friday evening dinner at Hoss's has given Norma and me many good memories.
Kantner, I'll miss you. Maybe, I'll even miss you enough to take an eighty-mile drive just to drive over Stonycreek again and to see the swinging bridge in Hooversville. Thanks, Kantner, Thanks Hooversville, and Thanks, Somerset County! GO FORBES JETS!
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