by MarianBeaman | Jun 22, 2013 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Valentine’s Day conjures up images of hearts, flowers, and boxes of chocolate for most, but not for Yost. Yost is the father of Valentine Metzler, an ancester on my mother’s side of the family, born on Valentine’s Day, 1792. This past weekend, nearly 500 Metzlers from...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 19, 2013 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Lititz Springs Park At the reunion, Uncle Clyde walks over to my mother and Aunt Cecilia to say something. We’re nosy and so we move closer to get within earshot. “Ruth, I believe Uncle Monroe’s and Uncle Herman’s bunch think you’re serving wine and won’t come over to...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 15, 2013 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Recipes, Uncategorized
I can hardly wait to go to the Metzler reunion in Lititz today. At Lititz Springs Park on the 2nd Sunday in July, I get to play with my cousins from my mother’s side of the family. My mother’s father, Abram, and her two uncles, Monroe and Herman, form the three...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 12, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Tips, Uncategorized
Create a Memory: “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” Older adults trapped in a vehicle with 3-4 of their grand-children for hours on end. Who would do that? Only Grandparents hiding secrets. Grandparents on a mystery trip with kindergarten and elementary schoolers in tow....
by MarianBeaman | Jun 8, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Mennonite Lore, Romance, Uncategorized
The year 1967 was historic: It was the year of the world’s first heart transplant. There were race riots in Detroit. Polaroid cameras were all the rage as was Twiggy. The average annual income was $ 7300.00 while a house cost about twice that much. Gas was a mere 33...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 5, 2013 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
The dusty, brown Pennsylvania Railroad train clatters along the tracks behind the woods as we approach Grandma’s house. Mame Goss, Grandma’s cousin, sits close to the bay window with a bag of hats. I notice her merry eyes and smile lines, but Mother comments on her...
