Saturday, January 28, 2012

Buried Neck-Deep In History

To say that the region in which the Taters now live was central to the American Revolution is like saying Boise has a few outdoor recreation opportunities. You can't swing a dead possum (sorry for the sudden lapse into Southernism...) without hitting a monument, battlefield, house where Washington slept, and so on. Kenn, with his keen interest in history, has been doing some reading and exploring, which is summarized here.
interactive link at bottom of post


Probably the most obvious symbol of American independence, and the war that was waged to create the nation, is the Liberty Bell, which is housed in Independence Park in downtown Philadelphia. While it's unlikely the Bell was actually used to proclaim the Declaration of Independence (it was in pretty bad shape at the time, apparently) it's become an international icon and relic.

Less iconic but certainly more important from a political perspective is Independence Hall, across the street from where the Bell is housed. It was here that the Declaration of Independence and Constitution were debated and adopted. This building was literally the delivery room into which the United States was born.

Founding Father and all-around rock star Ben Franklin is buried a couple of blocks away.

It was not at all clear that, once the War commenced, that the new country would succeed. In fact, the odds against their doing so were quite high: At the time England had the most powerful military force in the world, having only a few years before defeated France in the Seven Years' War (aka French & Indian War) in one of the first true world wars. 

So much more remarkable, then, was Washington's crossing the partially frozen river that is Philadelphia's (and Pennsylvania's) eastern border to defeat the Hessian troops stationed in Trenton with a successful surprise attack on December 25, 1776.

While an important tactical and political victory the Continental Army's victory at Trenton obviously didn't settle the matter. In fact, Washington's troops pretty frequently took what we'd have called down South an a**-whipping. Several noteworthy battles fought in the 1777 Philadelphia campaign took place within a few miles of here.

At the Battle of Brandywine in mid-September 1777 Washington was outmaneuvered due to poor battlefield intelligence. The fight, one of the largest of the War, nearly led to the destruction of the Continental Army and allowed the British to march unimpeded into the new American capital of Philadelphia.

Remember that most European wars were politically or religiously motivated so the goal of the fight was to capture the capital, at which point the defeated monarch would cry uncle and pay tribute or give up land. Rather than rolling over and giving up the Continental Congress simply moved out of town while the British occupied Philadelphia and the Continental Army, while depleted and depressed, remained viable.

It's likely that members of the Continental Army would have marched down the road in front of our house on their way to Yellow Springs, site of a Revolutionary War hospital. Washington withdrew his men to Yellow Springs in search of ammunition after the Battle of the Clouds (September 16 1777).



A few days later, British troops got the drop on a detachment of Continental soldiers led by General Anthony Wayne, who had himself been planning to ambush the British army. Wayne, who lived in nearby, encamped his troops in Malvern (within a couple of miles of Kenn's office). The British got wind of Wayne's plans and executed a devastating bayonet and sword attack on the unsuspecting American camp after midnight.


On December 19th 1777 the Army marched into an area that was home to an iron forge west of Philadelphia and began establishing its winter encampment at Valley Forge.


There's plenty to intrigue and satisfy the history buff in southeastern PA. Beyond the Revolutionary War sites, the most obvious might be the Battle of Gettysburg fought during the War of Northern Aggression (Civil War for those who didn't grow up in the South), but plenty of important stuff has happened here. More on that later.

walking Karma in Valley Forge National Historical Park - Sunday 22 Jan 2012



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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Let It Snow... (or not)

Ahh, how we enjoyed snow days in Boise. Snowshoeing with the dogs at Camelsback or Robie Creek Parks. Riding the bikes downtown or elsewhere. Long Foothills runs on snow-covered trails. Even shoveling the sidewalk was fun, inasmuch that we'd stop to chat with our wonderful neighbors Don and Rita Belts, CK Haun and Karen Meyer, or Hobie and Gina Swann. Even though neither of us especially enjoy alpine skiing (a favorite hobby of many of our friends) we found plenty to do and never dreaded a forecasted snowfall.



Let's just say that residents of the Mid-Atlantic region have a somewhat different perspective, one that reminds Kenn of his childhood in the South. There, even the hint of snow - temperatures below 40, a few puny flakes - elicited uncontrolled glee from children and near-panic from adults. Supermarkets would be mobbed as though a the area were on the cusp of a massive natural disaster or World War 3. It's not *quite* that bad here, but all eyes were on the weather radar a few days ago as a storm approached from the south and west, threatening snow, sleet, and the dreaded "wintery mix."



In full disclosure, even the Taters filled a few water bottles and made sure the pantry was stocked in anticipation of spending a day or two without power, or at least without the ability to travel on the area's hilly roads.  After all, much of southern PA is forested, and limbs heavy with ice seem to be magnetically attracted to power lines. And without power, the house we're renting has no heat or water. "It'll be like camping," said Kenn with feigned enthusiasm as he dug his backpacking headlamp from a basement box.

The Taters awoke this morning to 3-4 inches of snow, about what was predicted by the most recent forecasts. 8:00AM found them shoveling their long, hillside driveway (far earlier than neighbors, who seemed content to wait until hired help arrived at 3PM in the form of a tractor with a blade mounted on the front) and by 9:15AM they were tucking into one of Tina's always outstanding breakfasts - scrambled eggs with cheese, pancakes, and grilled ham.  Just like they did back in Idaho.

Snowshoeing in McCall, Feb 2011; Tina & Kenn, Eric & Tobi Mott, John & Donna Hoyne, Jason Crawforth & Jimsi Kuborn

Monday, January 16, 2012

Reflections on Martin Luther King Day

Although I (Kenn) grew up in Georgia in the 1960s I have no memory of Dr. King or the paradigm cultural shift of which he was a leader. I don't remember reading or hearing of his speeches at Ebenezer Baptist Church, the marches and sit-ins he lead, the newsflash of his assassination or the nation-wide riots that flared as the world learned of his murder. I was well into adulthood before it dawned on me what an extraordinary thing it was to have black classmates and friends at an Georgia elementary school in the early 1970s. I was not quite 2 years old, after all, when he died.

All that said, Dr. King is a hero of mine and I'm proud to be able to tell others that I was there, even as an infant. I credit my parents with making a choice that defied conventional wisdom among white Georgians, and even their own families: To raise my brother and me with the belief that the difference between a person with white skin and skin of another color is only that one thing.

When you consider all of the lessons young parents might teach their kids it's remarkable how such a small thing can create such an enormous difference in how one perceives the world. It means that the kid is raised with a presumption of equality and respect rather than inequality and anger. It lays the basis for competition in a meritocracy instead of privilege. It teaches that the Golden Rule is a universal mandate.

Most importantly it plants the seed for an understanding that the reason we're here is to make the world better, and the way to do that is by showing one another kindness and compassion. The only way.



In the past few years I've found myself compelled to study Dr. King's speeches and writings as part of my own journey. As an erstwhile writer and lover of words I appreciate him as a brilliant wordsmith. More importantly though, his words and actions echo those of other sages and saints, like Ghandi, the Dalai Lama, and many others. From them I've learned how difficult, but critical, it is to break the cycle of anger by refusing to retaliate when attacked; that service is the highest calling; that achievements are never earned alone and must be accompanied by humility; the importance of perseverance through hardship; and how a powerful idea can become an unstoppable wave of action when driven by single-minded focus on what is right.

Most fundamentally, though, Dr. King taught me, through my parents' choice, that we all want the same thing - to be happy. Understanding that there is no difference has made all the difference.

A few favorite quotes:


Hatred and bitterness can never cure the disease of fear; only love can do that. Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Strength to Love, 1963.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction....The chain reaction of evil--hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars--must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Strength to Love, 1963.

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech, Dec 10 1964.

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
Martin Luther King Jr.

I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Speech in Detroit, June 23, 1963.

And I've looked over, and I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land. So I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Speech in Memphis, April 3, 1968, the day before King was assassinated.

The time is always right to do what is right.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Speech at Oberlin College, 1964.

Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve....You don't have to know the second theory of thermodynamics in physics to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.
Martin Luther King, Jr.


Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed - we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I Have a Dream speech, Civil Rights March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, August 28 1963.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I Have a Dream speech, Civil Rights March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, August 28 1963.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I Have a Dream speech, Civil Rights March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, August 28 1963.

Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Strength to Love, 1963.

All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality.
Martin Luther King Jr.


Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase.
Martin Luther King Jr.

Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.
Martin Luther King Jr.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Phenomenon That Is Wegmans

While living in Boise we developed a food shopping protocol with which we grew very comfortable. We'd buy fruits, veggies, and other basics at Winco; meats and some gluten-free items at Fred Meyer; meats, specialty (or convenience) items and wine at the Co-op. In the warm months a slice of each weekend was dedicated to riding a loop between these stores our cruiser bikes, filling the saddlebags along the way.

No stores are very close to our rental house here in Pennsyl-tucky so a quick run down to the corner market is out of the question. We hoped to find a one-stop shop that could fill the large shoes noted above and satisfy our rather discerning (aka, picky) palates in the process, but were unimpressed by Giant and Acme. Personally, I can't help thinking about the old Looney Tunes cartoons in which the Road Runner faces off with Wile E. Coyote whenever I see the word "acme", which invariably manufactured the seemingly endless supply of devices with which the self-proclaimed Super-Genius detonated himself.



Wegman's, however, is in an entirely different category and merits some discussion. Kenn had heard the name mentioned a couple of times during conversations with locals leading up to his relocation. As luck would have it a large Wegman's store was close-by the corporate housing in which we lived during October.


In a nutshell, Wegman's is a combination grocery store, cafeteria, and food bar, with a beer store thrown in for good measure. The supermarket side of the store would remind Boiseans of Fred Meyer in its breadth and depth. The produce section is good and their gluten-free section is the best of any store in the area to our knowledge.

What distinguishes Wegman's, though, is the cafeteria and food bar. One can get an enormous range of cuisine including Asian, Indian, soups, pizza, deli sandwiches, kosher foods, fish, on and on. The Wegman's near Kenn's office is mobbed at lunchtime with workers from the area's office parks, and the Taters admit to grabbing Asian food to-go on nights when cooking dinner didn't seem in the cards.

Wegman's is also one of the few grocery stores (maybe the only - we haven't visited them all!) with a license to sell beer. And, they sell beer by the single or six-pack as well as case, whereas the state-run stores sell only by the case. We'll write another post on Pennsylvania's labyrinthine liquor laws but suffice it to say that this fact is a major draw for those of us who like to grab a six-pack to go with our pizza (or whatever.)  The selection from the Northeast and elsewhere around the US and world is good; the fact the Wegman's sells beer this way has allowed Kenn to try a number of the micro-brews from Pennsylvania (the subject of another upcoming post) and for Tina to keep a stock of hard cider on hand. For those who can't handle the suspense, our favorites are from Victory Brewing and Strongbow respectively.





By our reckoning, though, Wegman's has been a little too successful at their effort to become a community center (or leech for your hard-earned cash, depending on your perspective). The stores are often so crowded that one literally cannot navigate the aisles while pushing a cart; we've found it far less frustrating to carry a basket or simply load up one's arms rather than playing bumper carts with dozens of others vying for milk or chicken breasts or veggies or whatever.

The parking lots are a similarly stress-filled environment, with vacant spaces  difficult to come by (particularly at the absurdly busy Downingtown store) and ones near the store entrance the site of numerous skirmishes. The parking lot anxiety can spill out in unfortunate ways: During the holiday season it was pointedly recommended that Tina "go back home to Idaho" by a Mercedes-driving fellow patron who was incensed that Tina, whose car still proudly sports Idaho license plates, had somehow offended her. (Tina's response won't be printed here as this is a "family-oriented" blog.)

So, friends, keep us in your thoughts as you navigate the aisles at Albertson's, Fred Meyer's, Winco, Kroger, the Boise Co-op, or wherever else you find yourself grazing for items to stock your larder. We'll surely be doing the reverse as we jockey for a parking space or sheepishly fill to-go containers of orange chicken...

UPDATE: Saturday 21 Jan 2012
Around noon today we discovered the secret to a half-full Wegman's parking lot: Three inches of snow. Seriously.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Our Huge - I Mean Humble - Abode

The house we're renting - "The Tater Box", aka K-bar-T B&B - sits among horse farms in beautiful and historic Chester County, about 30 miles west of Philadelphia. The map below shows the area, with Downingtown (for reference for those who read our post on that town) on the far left and Philly on the right.


Our understanding is that the house was built in the mid-1960s by an aeronautical engineer as an exact replica of his grandparents house, which was apparently constructed in the 18th century. This declaration is made easier to believe after taking a close look at how tightly the doors fit into their frames, the perfect right angle made by each of the dozens of identical colonial-style hinges, the 14" wide planks used as flooring throughout the house.

The listing information from HotPads does a good job of describing the place. Here's the super-long link:
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Below we've created a short photographic tour of the interior of the house so potential visitors can get an idea of where they'll be staying (see how cleverly I slipped that invitation in there?)

The house has four entry doors onto the ground floor (four - I have no idea why) but we typically enter through the kitchen, off the parking area. This kitchen is WAY too big (like most of these shots only partly of the room is captured in the picture) but Tina's done a great job of making it as functional as possible.

That's Bailey, our German Short-haired Pointer, hanging out near the door (to the left of the fridge) in hopes she'll get to go outside.

The dining room is next.

Turning left and up a short flight of stairs (left side of the photo below) puts you in the foyer.

Across the foyer is the parlor - I mean, living room. The window wells show off how thick the walls are.

Up another short flight (visible in the foyer picture) is the master bedroom.


Across the hall is my favorite room, my office. Love having a library. Makes me feel intelligent to be surrounded by words.


Up another short flight of stairs is the main hallway, which leads to the guest room. Karma's wondering what the heck I'm up to.

At the end of that hall is another bedroom we've converted into a massive closet. While the house itself doesn't lack for square footage, the closet space is miserly.

Up ANOTHER flight of stairs is the top-most room in the house, Tina's office, which is tucked into a great attic space with its own bathroom.

Below all of this is a finished basement, and below THAT a workshop / storage space.

We're not fans of having to clean, heat, and pay rent for a house that's nearly 3X larger than what we had in Boise. Truth be told, we settled on it because of its proximity to Vanguard's campus (about 6 miles) and because the owners we OK with our animal menagerie. Although we're unsure how long we'll stay in such an out-sized house rest assured that so long we we're here guests are always welcome.