A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A LIGONIER (PA) RESIDENT:
June 12, 2011
The day—Sunday, June 12, 2011—dawned pleasant and sunny, with hints of summer heat as the day wore on. It was Ligonier Valley Community Days, when community resources opened their doors to residents to visit their facilities with no fees.
There were six locations—the Ligonier Valley Rail Road Museum, the Valley Players of Ligonier (Ligonier Valley Theater), Antiochian Village, Fort Ligonier, Southern Alleghenies Museum of Arts, and Compass Inn. Somehow, my husband Monte, our friend Lois, and I managed to visit all but the Compass Inn. We live a mile from there and have access at any time, so when our time ran short, we chose to take a few minutes rest.
When we arrived at the Rail Road Museum, it was still warm and sunny.
“Should we lock the doors?” Monte asked.
“Naw,” I answered. We had just emptied all the items from the car, and there was nothing to tempt criminals in this pretty safe spot. Not locking the doors, we also neglected to close the windows.
You guessed it. As we were examining items in the museum, we looked out the window—it was pouring cats and dogs and anything else you can think of. We sat around the museum waiting for the rain to quit, rechecking the museum items several times over.
The rain continued this way for probably a half hour. By the time we noticed, the damage was done.
When the rain let up to a drizzle, Monte went and brought the car to the museum door. His side suffered little. I sat in waterlogged car upholstery.
On the way to the Ligonier Theater to watch their day’s offerings, I suggested driving to the top of the Ligonier Cemetery hill—with the weather, there might be a rainbow. There wasn’t, but I took the opportunity to shoot by camera scenes from the top of the cemetery hill:
We decided our next stop would be the Valley Players of Ligonier. I entered wearing a skirt with a big wet spot on its backside. I just told someone that I forgot my Depends. While Monte and Lois took seats in the back of the theater (I agreed to let them sit in the seats that my friend Peg and I usually sit in when we attend theatrical productions) I moved to the front in order to appease my addicted trigger finger (camera, not gun)—with permission from the theater director, Cathy Rhodes. We enjoyed musical selections by Cathy, Diane, and Don…
…but the youth that presented selections from the Pirates of Penzance, Jr., just might have outshone them. The youth will present the full production at the theater next weekend, June 17 at 7:30 p. m., and at 2:30 p. m. on June 18 and 19.
The nice weather had returned by the time the theatrical performances ended, so we headed out to the Antiochian Village. Their Heritage Museum exhibit was Structure & Symbolism in Stone: The Architecture of Ancient Christian Syria (April 1, 2011-January 20, 2012). The pictures of the architecture, and their explanations, were superb.
However, the pictures may have been outdone by the exhibit of a camel—a real, live, living beast—by the Village’s outside fountain. The camel, Sidney, resides at the Living Treasures Wild Animal Park on Rt.had his picture with the camel, especially done because it was his birthday.
We drove from the Antiochian Village to Fort Ligonier. I learned from the George Washington impersonator that the first president preferred to be referred to as General Washington because the title of President was an experiment that he wasn’t sure of its ending. That answered one question I had in writing my novel—I’d been debating whether he should be referred to as President or General. I spent a few minutes in the museum store checking out book titles that might aide me in my Nemacolin Indian Trail/Braddock’s Road chapters in my novel. Then I caught the end of a reenactment, which completed this stop of the day.
Our last stop was the Southern Alleghenies Museum of Art, which displayed numerous oil paintings of Atlantic coastline, including one of morning rocks in Maine.
That didn’t end our day. While Monte went home to rest, Lois and I went to a pig roast, which starred a 4-H pig raised by Isaac Cornell, which he donated to the Valley Youth Network as a fundraiser for the youth group’s work trip to Honduras.
While there, Lois and I met and visited with several local persons, most of whom we didn’t know. After a delicious meal (I understand the food was donated for the cause) Lois went to her apartment to change, since she was going to our house to watch the National Basketball Association finals. I stayed in town and met Monte at the Sunday evening concert, featuring the Jeannette, Pennsylvania, band. We relaxed to musical pieces that included Highlights from the Lion King, the Armed Forces Salute, and the finale: Stars and Stripes Forever.
By the end of the evening the temperature was dropping and there was a breeze cool enough to wish we’d brought sweaters. We followed my daughter, Sandy, down Rt. 30 to our home, where we had a brief birthday celebration with four cupcakes and one candle. We sang Happy Birthday to Monte, and ate cake.
It’s now 10:10 p. m., and I am ending this day by completing these posts.
Oops, it’s now 11:15 p.l m. and Lois informed me that the Dallas Mavericks beat the Miami Heat. She is overjoyed that the good guys beat the bad guys, that Dallas won over a team that most of America despises.
I’ll have to admit, today was a very nice day.