Society Hill, Philadelphia. Bossy never takes for granted the fact she grew up surrounded by the oldest history this country has to offer.
Society Hill, Philadelphia. Bossy never takes for granted the fact she grew up surrounded by the oldest history this country has to offer.
corrie says
November 13, 2012 at 9:41 amYes! and to realize it was all so *recent* … comparatively speaking..
Lynda M O says
November 13, 2012 at 7:16 pmI hear Bossy; I grew up in Spring City, between Pottstown and Phoenixville, within shouting distance of Valley Forge and just 30 miles from the city of Brotherly Love. We vacationed at the Jersey shore, just like Bruce sang about, and the town closed the roads with the good sledding hills when school was off for snow. There’s a FaceBook page about “You Know you’re from Spring City When…” and it truly is a wonderful section of the country to be from. We saw Gettysburg three many times on school field trips, Girl Scouts went to NY where we climbed the Lady in the Harbor and wept tears of overwhelming pride while gazing from under the spikes of her crown.
This is turning into a blog post so that’s where I’ll take it (LyndaLand.blogspot.com) but know, Bossy, that a large part of my initial attraction to your blog was where you live: the trees, the roads, the rivers, the people, the accent when you all talk, the style of life and dress and love… It is all so reminiscent of my childhood there amongst the maples and the oaks, the cornfields and ponds to ice skate. Somedays I miss it and the people I left behind; thanks for taking me back.