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It’s a beautiful day in Pennsylvania

I was driving home from town the other day, and about 5 miles from my destination, I had to stop. My car pulled up to a familiar spot. I parked and got out out, just because the air was clear, the sky was blue, the clouds were white and the fields were green.  The temperature was perfect, just the way I like it, not to warm, not to cool. There is a lookout tower at this spot and this kind of a day is always good for a little exercise, so I climbed up the stairs and the camera came out.  That is how this blog happened.  It simply was a beautiful day in Pennsylvania.

Did I mentioned that the barn was red and graces the landscape beautifully.

 

Green fields and tall corn indicates a relatively short, wet summer producing this kind of color as fall sneaks up on us.

Tranquility at its best from my vantage point.  I love the feeling of tranquility when I can pause from a busy day, take in a deep breath and feel peace in my soul.  Even when I know peace does not abound everywhere, in this moment, in this picture there is the feeling of peace.

Aren’t you glad to see the bicycler in the yellow made it up the hill, and as we look this direction we see reminders of a time when things were not so peaceful on this hill overlooking the town of Gettysburg.

Don’t miss those puffy white clouds floating high above the green, green grass of home.  It’s time to leave my perch up in the tower and head down the road. Another quick stop and another snapshot reminded me of a hope we have here in our town.

The eternal flame at the peace memorial.

Now I am really on my way home, but can’t shake the feeling of this lovely day.

One more barn catches my eye and brings my car to a stop. It’s the barn where my dad made his living, milking cows and raising corn, to feed his family of nine children. It’s empty now, but remains full of memories, especially on a day like this.

I made it. I am finally home, time to put the camera down and get to the tasks of daily living. But really, who could resist this peaceful view from my back porch? You know I love to travel, but I thank God every day for this.  The air is clear, the sky is blue, the clouds are white and the fields are green.

 

 

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A day in “the burgh”

Did you ever wonder why Pittsburgh is spelled with an h on the end while other “burgs” end with a g.  Well I never thought much about it until I spent a day touring “the burgh.”  I don’t usually refer to Harrisburg or Gettysburg as “the burg,” but it didn’t seem at all strange to call Pittsburgh “the burgh.”

With a little research on Google I came up with this answer.  “The city was originally named for William Pitt the Elder, but it was General John Forbes who did the naming. His Scottish background is the reason for that extra “h” —-think Edinburgh.  To edit the spelling to the German “burg” was akin to editing the city’s founding.  After 20 years of complaints, the Board finally overturned their previous decision on Pittsburg(h)’s controversial consonant on July 19, 1911.”  Of course people do call it “The Burgh” but it is also famous for its three Rivers that join at the point.  Can you name them?

The Ohio River runs very close to the popular Three Rivers Stadium, the other two are the Allegheny which flows south from New York, and the Monongahela which flows north from West Virginia. They come together at the beautiful Point State Park shown in the first picture.

To see all these sights we took a run up the Duquesne Incline to have a look from the top.

We enjoyed the ride, the views, and

I was almost surprised that the city continued at the top of the incline.

 

We were fascinated by these historical pictures.    Time changes things.

From there we took in the walk along “The Strip District” in old Pittsburgh.

Not too surprising, we encountered multiple Pittsburgh Steelers souvenir shops, but a walk along the half mile strip offers many other opportunities for retail therapy. Husband Dick was 8 weeks out with total knee replacement and was doing well. He stopped for a rest while I was busy looking and taking candid photos.

Some parts of it, like this old grocery store, reminded me of being in a foreign country.

The one thing we were told we had to do was to eat at a Primanti Brothers restaurant and devour one of their signature sandwiches.  No problem, except we just got one and split it. Yes, that is coleslaw and french fries you see dangling from the side. The side dishes are all part of the sandwich deal.

This restaurant on the strip is the original Primanti Bros hangout.

A half mile back through the strip to the car and we were ready to say we have seen “The Burgh.”

 

 

 

 

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