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Saturday, December 3, 2011

If you're a boomer, you recognize the name Rosie the Robot.

Rosie, of course, worked for George Jetson.

She did housecleaning and all sorts of chores. I suppose she'd be called a maid or domestic. Actually, Rosie may have been an illegal alien, probably from a different country. Maybe from a different planet, too, like Mars. You can't get more alien than Mars.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Pennsylvania has a history of tough tobacco laws.

In Colonial times, among the common offenses courts had to deal with were stealing, swearing, working on Sunday, assault and battery and selling rum to the Indians. But tobacco laws of the day were also strict. Anyone caught smoking tobacco in the streets of Philadelphia or New Castle was fined. The money collected was used to buy fire buckets and other fire apparatus.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

By MARY TOBIA

tneditori@tnonline.com

Three weeks from today will be Christmas Eve.

I am not ready to give up the Thanksgiving holiday to start the Christmas rush.

But whether I am ready or not I will soon be caught up in the hustle and bustle of decorating, writing out Christmas cards, baking cookies and shopping for just the right Christmas present for family and friends.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

After stuffing yourself over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, I thought some Turkey Day humor was in order to help you recover from all that food you ate.

Q-If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?

A-Pilgrims!

Q-Why did the turkey cross the road?

A-It was the chicken's day off.

Q-Why do turkeys always go, "gobble, gobble"?

A-Because they never learned good table manners!

Q-What sound does a space turkey make?

A-Hubble, hubble, hubble.

Q-Why did police arrest the turkey?

A-They suspected fowl play.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Last week, while in Florida on other business, we decided to visit Disney's Epcot Center near Orlando Florida. Little did I know when I made that decision that it would be the basis of an article on invasion of privacy. When we checked in to the hotel, were given a card we could use for all of our purchases in the massive Disney complex. I quickly realized that this was Disney's way to track our spending so that they could enhance their marketing campaigns. Rather than use their cash card, we decided to use a different credit card than the one we used to check it.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

I hope everyone had a pleasant Thanksgiving meal and the opportunity to spend time with loved ones. While we begin this holiday season, we should really pause and be sure to give thanks not only to all of those brave volunteers, men and women, in our military who are stationed all over the world to ensure its safety and tranquility, but we should also remember their loved ones.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

By jim zbick

jzbick@tnonline.com

In 1911, a writer for the Tamaqua Courier joked in his column that had one of the "old Puritans" stopped by for Thanksgiving dinner the size of the feast would have been enough to honor "the Lord of Gluttony."

In offering a brief history lesson, he explained how the "purely New England institution" of Thanksgiving had first spread through the Northern states by about 1830, and then down through the South by the mid-1850s.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thanksgiving dinner is now just a gastric memory with the wishbone drying on the kitchen windowsill waiting for two people to make a wish. (I'm still waiting for my horse.)

It's fun to hear about people's holiday traditions and stories.

This year, Thanksgiving at my house was a little out of the norm. Harry was in Maine on a hunting trip. But Harry was also sitting at my table. Now how could that be, you ask?

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Jim:

The six Times News subscribers, who regularly read my late, great "Attorney at Large" column a few years ago, may recall my advocacy of cheap red wine. I come by my prejudice for inexpensive vintages honestly. My Old Man used to keep a gallon of Gallo under the sink. After retiring, he nipped at that jug from around noon until bedtime.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

I am in the kitchen happy as a songbird at sunrise as I experiment with a new recipe.

I love cooking and I love creating new dishes. Maybe it's my Italian heritage that makes every meal a celebration of life. Whatever the case, I love everything that has to do with food both making it and eating it.

While I am in the midst of cutting the fresh rosemary from my garden, my husband comes into the kitchen.

"Are you ready to help me with tiling the bathroom?" he asks.

I laugh, thinking he is joking. "I'm serious," he says. "I think we should work together."