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By The Light of the Smallest Candle
The opening line of Edgar Allan Poe’s final poem, Annabel Lee, beckons readers into a poignant exploration of love and loss. First published in the New York Tribune, the poem beautifully captures the enduring bond between the speaker and his… Continue reading
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There’s A Ghost In This House
Autumn has always been my favorite season, especially Halloween, as it casts a special spell over the crisp air and haunted hayrides that wind through countless open fields. Each year, I eagerly explore a variety of eerie attractions, reveling in… Continue reading
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On The Siegfried Line
Community is more than just a word; it’s a concept that embodies connection and shared experience. In Schwenksville, this sense of unity is vividly brought to life each year at Community Day, a celebration that highlights our local businesses, town… Continue reading
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In Harmony, Dearest Friend
Inspiration can come from many places—whether it’s a newspaper article, a book, or even a fleeting moment on television. For this blog, the spark ignited when I delved into the rich history of my own house, uncovering stories far more… Continue reading
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A Boxcar’s Tale
It’s easy to lose oneself in the natural beauty surrounding my home, where winding creeks and streams meander through a landscape adorned with a rich canopy of mature oak and walnut trees. In summer, this area bursts into color with… Continue reading
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One Eyed Willy
Some stories last a lifetime, tales that dig deep and never let go. Growing up north of Boston, I have always been captivated by the Salem Witch Trials, a tragedy that has gripped my imagination and has remained a constant… Continue reading
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Lifelines: Herstine Chapel
We are surrounded by stories—tales of events, places, and people that are told and retold daily. These narratives shape our legacies, histories, and communities. Some stories are grand, while others linger in subtext, explored by only a few. Occasionally, the… Continue reading
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A Seat At The Table
Dinner time was a cherished family ritual during my childhood. Despite her busy work schedule, my mom would come home and immediately start preparing the meal, while my younger brother and I set the table. After dinner, we’d clear the… Continue reading
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Behind Closed Doors
Throughout our nation’s history, pivotal moments have shaped differing viewpoints and profoundly influenced daily life. What we consider progress or regression today often becomes tomorrow’s historical milestone. Examining these moments through the lens of our beloved Schwenksville offers insights into… Continue reading










