On the Year That Was, 2017

With 2017 drawing to a close and 2018 about to begin, I decided to take a look back at 2016 and spotlight the best (or most significant) blog post of each month. John Hurt, a Reminisence – Sir John Hurt died, aged 77, of pancreatic cancer. I can’t say that what I wrote was profound,Continue reading “On the Year That Was, 2017”

Christmas Cards for Strangers

I walked into Dallastown this morning and mailed over a dozen Christmas cards, all to people I don't know and have never met.  Madonna and child stamps, my favorite Christmas stamps every year. The recipients are all distant cousins, all descendants of my great-great-grandfather through his eldest three daughters, two of whom I had noContinue reading “Christmas Cards for Strangers”

Adventures in the Kitchen with Cranberry Relish

As a long-time NPR listener, every Thanksgiving I’ve heard about “Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish,” and this year was no exception. Stamberg made it with her granddaughter, and the granddaughter’s verdict was, “I’m never tasting it again.” I’ve never made it, I’ve never had it (as I think I’d remember a cranberry relish made with onionContinue reading “Adventures in the Kitchen with Cranberry Relish”

Coloring Christmas

After work I stopped at the grocery store, the Giant off Queen Street, because, obviously, I needed some groceries. Bread, peanut butter, milk, that sort of thing. Life’s essentials. While I was there, I browsed the magazine rack. There, on the bottom shelf, was a row of adult coloring books. Or, more accurately, magazines. I’mContinue reading “Coloring Christmas”

A Vacation Day in the District

Thursday I took a vacation day. I went to Washington, DC for the day. I hadn’t been in the District since March for Shamrock Fest (though I had been to a baseball game in Bethesda at the beginning of August), and I hadn’t made it to a Nationals game yet this season, and I’d beenContinue reading “A Vacation Day in the District”

A Distant Family Tragedy

People wrote differently a century ago than we do today. I do not mean the mechanics of writing, though yesterday’s manual typewriters and and fountain pens worked differently than today’s word processors and predictive text and text-to-speech. We write faster than our ancestors did because our technology has improved. What I mean is that theContinue reading “A Distant Family Tragedy”