CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
OPEN HANDS MINISTRIES: THE STAHLSTOWN (PA) BOUTIQUE
Monte Holland
During the holiday season, and at other times for shopping, some of us tend to forget the service stores in our communities. There we can find new or gently used clothing, gift items and furnishings. They accept donations of these items, and operate using volunteer help. Below is a post on one such store: the Stahlstown Boutique in Stahlstown, PA.
Are you in need of a special Christmas outfit? Are you looking for a special Christmas gift? Or do you have a special outfit you can no longer wear, which needs to find a home elsewhere?
You might be surprised that the Ligonier (PA) area has a special place to shop and donate—the Stahlstown Boutique, which sells (more…)
Hats Make a Statement
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CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
HATS MAKE A STATEMENT
If hats were bats, her closet would be a cave…
But hats are not bats, so what are the stats?
A Twitter by Dmitri written for Carolyn
I reached the intersection at the Greensburg (PA) Courthouse. There was a green light but no traffic. I hesitated, wanting to proceed across the road, but pedestrians can only legally cross the street when the white hand, a “permission to walk” light, was lit. I debated whether I should cross, “against the law.” And I recalled a ticket I received in Washington, D. C. once. It was a street divided by a cement island, and I didn’t realize that if the light changed, the pedestrian was to stop on the island until it turned green again. I hurriedly continued crossing, and was tagged by a police officer.
I decided to wait for the walk light. Just then, a “young” man in a business suit reached the corner and stopped. He seemed familiar with the intersection. He noted my indecision and laughed before he informed me that he usually crosses Greensburg streets if there is no traffic, even without the walk light, but he waited at this intersection, because it could be hazardous—drivers weren’t considerate with pedestrians.
Just then, a car rolled up to the corner, the driver’s blinker indicating his intention to turn right. But instead of continuing, he stopped and waved us across.
“That never happens,” the young man said, shaking his head in amazement and surprise.
“But perhaps it’s the magic of a woman wearing (more…)