October Means It’s Time For Soup!

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Every year, the first weekend in October, Grandma Kradel invited everyone out to the house for the last official picnic of the year – the annual Soup Picnic. She’d make a big pot of her homemade (of course it was homemade!) vegetable soup, which actually had beef and beef broth in with the vegetables. It…
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The Local Swimming Hole

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In Butler, Pennsylvania, circa the 1960s and 70s while I was growing up, the place to be at this time of year was the Butler Memorial Pool. OK, so maybe it was not a swimming hole, per se, but it was our urban equivalent. This is the place every one in town went to on…
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The Ralston Tartan

Someone on twitter was talking about kilts today and I remembered something this morning that I can only call one of my hmmmm moments. While researching family and finding our Scottish ancestors, I also started looking up tartan patterns. One year in the late 1980s Grandma Kradel decided to knit afghans for all the grandkids…
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Another Year

Over the years, Grandma Kradel would bemoan the fact that there was less and less time from one Christmas to the next. As she finally finished packing up after last year, it became time to unpack for the next. I, on the other hand, thought that it was at least one eon from one Christmas…
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Shopping For Clothes

I was out shopping for clothes today – a task I am not really inclined to do unless absolutely necessary. Once I find something I like I usually purchase two or three copies of it, just because finding stuff I like is so difficult. While Grandma Kradel’s taste in clothes tended to be light blue…
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Note On The Founding of Germantown

Note About William Penn’s Invitation To The Thirteen Families In historical notes, it is sometimes mentioned that William Penn invited the first Thirteen Families of Germantown to settle in Pennsylvania. In other historical notes, it mentions that there is no record of this invitation, and that it is probably inconceivable that the invitation could have…
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Running Through The Corn

Standing at the edge of the field, the rows of corn towered over me, leafy green with a brilliant blue sky in the background. Cirrius clouds rode high in that sky. The wind passing over the field rustled the upper leaves on the corn stalks. Large ears of corn grew out of the lower stalks,…
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