Nostalgia

In 1953, I was in the sixth grade at James Buchanan Elementary School, and lived in the little community of Bausman.

If you frequented downtown Lancaster in the mid-1960s, surely you remember a gentleman by the name of Vic Rittenhouse, who sold soft pretzels from a stand in front of the Fulton Bank, in the first block of North Queen Street.

In 1954, I was 6 years old. I loved to play “cowboys and Indians” with all my friends.

I was a nursing student in the 1950s, when college was different than today.

While packing cleanup buckets for Church World Service at my church earlier this year, I reflected on the importance of the buckets as I remembered an encounter from 50 years ago.

A front page story in the May 3 LNP titled “Long’s concerts returning in force” brought back a special 60-year-old memory for me.

I grew up in Millersville in the 1960s. I think growing up around a college campus gave me extra experiences that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. My family — parents, two brothers and myself — lived on North Duke Street. We lived at the very top of the hill, which was great for when they clos…

When I was a little girl we lived in a small town in Massachusetts. Our house had been an eight-room colonial with a fireplace in every room. Before we moved in, several additions had been made to the house including an apartment where my grandparents lived. My grandfather had had a stroke, …

It was 1964, and our class at McCaskey High School was getting set for graduation. One of the long-standing traditions at the school was to have seniors organize and stage an auditorium program for the whole school called “Class Day.” This, apparently, was pretty much anything the seniors de…

Ice skating has been a part of winter recreation in Lancaster County for generations. In the colder months, nearly any farm pond that freezes over is likely to have kids skating on it.

During the 1930s and ’40s, few Puerto Ricans knew anything about Santa Claus — perhaps because we didn’t have snow, reindeer or sleds.