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Where We Live

Saturday, May 23, 2015

If you are a grandparent today, you probably have learned that texting is a great way to communicate with your grandchildren.

Back in the olden days (or "dinosaur age" as I tease my grandkids), if I wanted to speak with my grandparents I would have to actually go over to their house and visit them, call them on the phone, or send them a note on the back of a carrier pigeon.

When I got my first cellphone, the saleswoman explained how it worked. She showed me how to use the keyboard to text.

I thought to myself, "I'll never use that feature."

Saturday, May 16, 2015

By CHRIS PARKER

cparker@tnonline.com

It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I'm standing in a fire company social hall amid a swirl of exuberant family, friends and friends-I-haven't-yet-met.

Within the hour, the crowd will be sitting quietly, the only sounds that of the occasional sniffle as someone wipes away a tear of bittersweet joy.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

By AMY MILLER

amiller@tnonline.com

It's been a busy week so when it came time to write my Where We Live, I didn't have much to say, much energy to figure out a topic and I really didn't know what to write about.

But after a little Internet searching, I decided to honor all the mothers out there who will be celebrating Mother's Day on Sunday with a poem I found on the Web. The author is unknown, but it's a fitting tribute to the women who have given their all to teach their children right from wrong, how to love and how to be responsible.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

I never really gave it too much thought, but when I look back on it now it seems like I do have a sense of good timing.

The popular saying is "right place, right time" for someone who is lucky.

For me, it's more like "wrong place, right time."

The most recent example of this came a few weeks ago during a trip to New York.

Last Saturday, Miriam and I would be having our daughter Sophia's second birthday party and we had some family coming in from the outside the area.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

By TERRY AHNER

tahner@tnonline.com

An expansion of its junior high school, complete with its own cafeteria and kitchen, a multipurpose turf field, and air-conditioned classrooms.

Those are essentially the crown jewels of a conceptual rendering that's been pitched to the Palmerton Area School District as part of a potential $21 million districtwide renovation project.

While no decision has been reached, such a scenario is one the district has to consider for a variety of reasons.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

By MARTA GOUGER

mgouger@tnonline.com

Every now and then we get a chance to be involved in something so much bigger than we are.

That happened this weekend when I had a behind-the-scenes glimpse at the American Cancer Society telethon.

I asked co-worker George Taylor if I could drop by and answer phones or something. I was going to put in a few hours, meet a few people, hear a story or two and go on with my weekend.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Panther Valley School Board member Irene Genther is tired of all the negativity about the school district's mediocre state rankings.

She knows that there are a lot of success stories in the school district, so she has begun compiling a list of Panther Valley graduates who make the dean's lists of various universities.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

At every stop light, other motorists beeped their horn and shouted at me, but I'd already coached myself not to look at them. I already knew there was an arrow embedded in my passenger side door. I just didn't feel like explaining it, not to strangers anyway.

How would I explain that I'd shot my own truck, while trying to get a turkey? That I'd known I was going to hit the truck when I let the arrow fly?

Plus they'd want to see the turkey, and I'd have to tell them that I'd missed it. And that it was only a jake.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

It's a cool, bright March Monday, and I'm giving our library an early spring cleaning.

I pull a dusty old book off a shelf, intending to run a lemon-oil scented rag over its cover and page edges before putting it back onto a cleaned bookcase.

But I succumb to temptation and sink into a comfy chair, book in hand. It's one I read to my daughters when they were small.

It takes a few pages of reading to adjust my 2015 brain to 1905 language.

Language has always been fluid and dynamic. What meant one thing in 1950 means something entirely different now.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

They say you can never have too much of a good thing.

One of the hardest things children, and some adults, learn is restraint when it comes to sweets.

I finally learned that one in my 30s when I ate too many jelly beans. Yes, the only thing the late President Ronald Reagan and I have in common is our love of jelly beans.

Move over Peeps, I need to get to the jelly beans.

My favorite is lemon. I love purple too. Green is my least favorite, but I won't turn them down.

I always buy the spiced ones and it doesn't matter what brand they are.