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Saturday, October 18, 2014

By PATTIE MIHALIK

newsgirl@comcast.net

Every now and then I pick up a book that tries to define the stages of life in a new way.

Richard Rohr talks about dividing adulthood into two periods accumulating (which lasts for years), then a search for more meaning as we get older.

In my mind, here's another way of dividing adulthood. There are the "work years" which can usually range anywhere from three or four decades to 50 years.

Then there are the precious years I call the "do what you want" stage of life.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Nicknames and labels can be dangerous things.

In 2008, a York man was killed by accident because he had a similar nickname as the attackers' intended target.

The 29-year-old was known as "Big O," and apparently some thugs were looking for a man with the same moniker. They were caught and sentenced for murder, but justice can never be served.

Nicknames are popular, especially in our area. I did an informal, unscientific survey and asked people if they had a nickname. Virtually every person said yes. Some said they also were called names.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

By AMY MILLER

amiller@tnonline.com

Fall is one of my favorite times of year.

I love the colors of the trees as their leaves change to brilliant reds, oranges and yellows.

I love the smells that float through the air. I can't describe them though, but there is just something about it that screams fall.

And I love the pumpkins, cornstalks, hay bales and mums that adorn many people's homes over the next two months.

Something about this time of year just makes me happy.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Our brain has over 100 billion brain cells, called neurons. Each one of those has between 10-50 glia cells. I'm no Einstein, but, that's a lot of brain cells.

After about the age of 35, we begin to lose about 7,000 brain cells. A day.

I tell you all this because I'm convinced I've only got about 7,000 of those little suckers left. Period. And if there's any new ones showing up, I think they're playing Hide and seek with me.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

By PATTIE MIHALIK

newsgirl@comcast.net

I'm sitting here in ecstasy.

I'm eating a ripe peach. It's so deliciously ripe that juice dribbles down my chin. Every bite confirms my taste buds are being treated to an extraordinary experience.

You may be sitting there thinking, come on! It's just a peach.

No, it's not "just a peach." It's a perfectly ripe peach. There's a perfect stage somewhere between ripe and overly ripe when taste is at its zenith.

Believe it or not, it's been years since I had this experience.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

As many of you probably know, I have lived in Summit Hill most of my life having been born and reared here in this hilltop community.

I can remember my very first interest in ghosts was with my friend Rich who told me about a ghost in the basement of the church near his house. We were about 9 or 10 years old at the time and I thought it would be cool to actually see one. I heard about them at the time but I never saw one. We went over to the church one afternoon in the fall if I remember correctly. Rich showed me which window was best to see "the ghost."

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Last Saturday, I had the opportunity to experience three firsts all in the same day: my first time to the MetLife stadium in East Rutherford, NJ, my first real tailgate party and my first Notre Dame Football game.

My journey began on a bus in Tamaqua with everyone on the bus donning a Notre Dame T-shirt except for hubby, myself and one other woman. (Yay team!)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

I'm singing a song right now. Perhaps you'll remember it. The Coasters recorded it in 1959. It goes like this:

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Anything can be dipped in batter and deep-fried.

Agricultural fairs exist to show us how it's done.

In a way, I've always wondered about the dichotomy of good old country fairs.

We go there to look at things all natural, such as cows, chickens, canned fruit and handmade quilts.

But while we're doing it, we eat things totally unnatural.

I just had my annual visit to the Bloomsburg Fair and a taste of deep-fried heaven and deep-fried Hades.

Deep-fried pickles? Yuk.

Another popular item this year was the deep-fried Oreo. Not bad at all.

Saturday, October 4, 2014
Callie Kosciolek, 6, of Summit Hill, reads the newspaper as a way to expand her vocabulary and strengthen her reading skills.

Some people say the newspaper industry is dying. Being in my early 30s I find my first choice for getting the news will always be a newspaper.

How do you like to read your news? Online or the newspaper? I may be biased, but my first choice will always be the newspaper. Since I was a young girl the sight of someone reading a newspaper always caught my eye.

The moment I would spot someone reading one, whether on a park bench, library or on a crowded bus, I would always assume they were an intelligent person.