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Saturday, March 10, 2012

It's close to midnight when the distant rumble of heavy equipment pulls me from a deep sleep. The throaty growl of the bulldozer comes closer, nudging me closer to the surface of wakefulness.

Did I fall asleep in a construction site? A fine-toothed pitchfork scratches its tines on my arm as the dozer clanks closer. Suddenly, it develops engine trouble. It sputters, snorts and sneezes.

Sneezes?

Groggy, I reach out to steady myself and feel soft, silky fur. The roar of the bulldozer settles into a loud ... purr.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I love cooking and baking. I learned that from my dad.

On the weekend, you'll usually find me in my kitchen attempting a new recipe for me and my husband Bob, that I found while searching the website, Pinterest, or settling in with an old family favorite like dad's ham and bean soup, haddock au gratin, or pulled pork barbecue.

Over the years though, I've come to realize recipes are meant to be broken.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

By MARY TOBIA

tneditor@tnonline.com

I am a people watcher.

For me it is relaxing, very entertaining and a great way to pass time if I am in an airport, a bus station or the malls.

I like to just sit back with a cup of coffee and let my imagination run wild.

The people I see can be rich or poor, can be kings and queens, movie stars or just regular folk, in my mind.

I love to look at the styles of the younger generation.

I like looking at mothers and fathers with children and let my mind wonder back to those days when that was my husband and I.

Saturday, February 11, 2012
Community pride wins over fear

For all of us, the past few weeks have been a little unnerving following the rash of armed robberies that have hit Schuylkill and Carbon counties. Yes, the idea of witnessing or being a victim of an armed robbery (or any crime) is definitely something to be scared of.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

We've all seen the "brown marmorated stink bug" in our homes and gardens in the last few years.

According to the Penn State website, this insect was not previously seen on our continent. It was apparently accidentally introduced into eastern Pennsylvania.

The stink bug was first collected in September of 1998 in Allentown, but probably arrived several years earlier. It is probable that they are in all counties and has found its way throughout most of the United States.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Move over, bath salts.

The dangerous narcotic that had been all the rage has since been replaced by the newest designer drug to hit the market.

That would be in the form of jewelry cleaner.

Yes, you heard that right. Jewelry cleaner.

Also known as 'Cosmic Blast', the potentially deadly cocaine-like powder is hidden in packages called "jewelry cleaner".

If swallowed or breathed in, the drug contains poisonous ingredients such as ammonia, detergent, and soap, according to the web site, www.drugs.com.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

On Thursday my parents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years is a really long time.

My parents were an odd pairing to begin with.

My mother is from a large Italian family, growing up with her mother and father, both Italian immigrants, her two brothers and four sisters, in the small city of Bayonne, N.J. She had seven additional brothers and sisters, but sadly, all of them died as infants or toddlers.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

By RON GOWER

rgower@tnonline.com

At one time, virtually every newspaper ran obituaries for free. Rising newsprint costs and the use of integrated technology which allows obits to be displayed on common Web sites - at a cost to newspapers - forced newspapers to begin implementing a charge.

I was appalled, at first, at such a policy. I always argued that obituaries were news and should be free. They attract readers.

I've changed my mind that they should be free. Here's why.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

It's Oct. 29, snow is falling, and I'm sitting at the dining room table, drinking a steaming mug of French vanilla coffee as I lose myself in a Jonathan Kellerman mystery.

Just as the puzzle pieces begin to click together for detective Milo Sturgis and his psychologist friend, Alex Delaware, a loud CRACK! shatters the silence.

Quickly blotting up the puddle of spilled coffee, I look out through a window to see our sole surviving apple tree, one of many planted when our home was built in 1910, slowly topple to the ground.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Earlier this year, I got a once-in-a-lifetime chance to walk the hallowed grounds of the Pearl Harbor Memorial in Oahu, Hawaii.