To the Editor:
Is it age or sentimentality that resists change? Do we yearn for the past and the things of our youth? Do we idealize the days of yesteryear? Yes, perhaps memory is somewhat blurred by the passing years, but somehow what we choose to remember is poignant and reminds us of an easier, gentler time.
The employees of the Easton and Bethlehem Post Offices are strategizing to find ways to reduce dog attacks on carriers. We are engaging in a project that includes education and information for employees, and dog owner participation in our communities.
When you consider that last year, eight postal employees were victims of dog attacks in our local post offices (Easton, Allentown, Bethlehem, Coopersburg and Macungie), and we have had a few more attacks this year, you can understand our concern.
The tragedy at the Capital Gazette in Annapolis hit close to home for me and two of my colleagues. Brad Simpson, chief financial officer, PA NewsMedia Association, Robin Quillon, publisher of The Tribune-Democrat in Johnstown, and myself were meeting in a conference room just outside of the newsroom at the same newspaper that would be the topic of breaking news just a couple of hours later.
I remember one victim who walked by me. Sunglasses, hat and a grumpy hello and I said to myself ... yeah, he is a news guy.
As a liberal Democrat, I’ve been appalled by the potential harm done to our country by President Trump’s administration, particularly to the environment and to our relationships with the rest of the world. But I agree with the Trump supporters who have decried the attacks on administration officials in restaurants and other areas of their private lives. There’s no excuse for asking people to leave a restaurant because you don’t agree with their policies, or for harassing them in public places.
To the Editor:
Quality of Life!?
What does that mean exactly?
Being retired and trying to enjoy our home, has become impossible!
Since the firework law has been passed, our fellow Salisbury “children,” have had nothing else better to do, than make noise. We hear M-80s, see Bottle Rockets, (in our yard) and hear cannons going off at all different hours.
Holiday or no holiday – no ones cares.
Have become trapped in our own home, with windows and doors closed.
Porch? Nope, can’t do it.
A few weeks ago I heard a startling statistic that frightened me.
During a caregivers’ class at a local hospital, the facilitator told attendees that 80 percent of caregivers die before their patient does.
Initially, that news sounded unbelievable. Surely there was some mistake.
But the more I thought about that high figure, the more sense it made.
Often caregivers are consumed by the strenuous routine required in providing 24-hour care for a loved one who is dependent on them.
According to studies, the care-giving role is tremendously stressful.
How do you celebrate freedom?
In the mid-20th century, members of my family and I would often gather midday July 4 to watch the television broadcast of the movie musical “1776.”
Holiday picnics and fireworks would happen later in the day.
An old, yellowed newspaper clipping is secured on my refrigerator with a magnet. It reads:
“You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be — I had a mother who read to me,” from “The Reading Mother” by Strickland Gillilan in “The Read Aloud Handbook”
I put this quote on my refrigerator when I was pregnant with my first child, approximately 25 years ago. I learned if I read to my children before they were born, they would recognize my voice after they were born, and that was true.