We spent a rare “family-togetherness morning” today, taking the hubby, daughter, Mom and I to Morningstar Marketplace in Thomasville, Jackson Township.
On a side note, while searching for Morningstar online, I found some great local photos on Flickr by Bruce Hengst Sr., including some of Morningstar.
Anyway, we had an interesting day… my favorite part is always the antiques market, where I love looking through old books and papers for York-type stuff. I came upon some invoices from the old P.A. & S. Small Co. for stuff like a case of prunes… saw a bus token good for one fare on the old York bus line (wonder if Rabbittransit would take it?) and found the sheet music for an “Ode to York.” Not being independently wealthy, I left all that stuff there for another Yorker to take home.
I did drop a whopping buck-six on a couple of treasures, though.
I brought home two postcards featuring my favorite York County places.
This one is of the Farmers Market at Market and Penn streets in York, where my family owned a candy business, Joan’s Candy Corner, for more than a decade. I miss it! The back of this card says “Market Place, York, Pa.: All the good things from the farm are brought to town and sold in York’s three city markets.” This card was distributed by Dutchcraft of Gettysburg.
Look, it’s the swimsuit edition of Only in York County! I’ve mentioned before that Pinchot Park is just about my favorite place in the world, but it bears repeating.
The back of this card says “Pinchot Park: Gifford Pinchot State Park, located in northern York County, is a modern park with landscaped beaches and picnic facilities. Photo by Joel Gray.” This one was published by Stel-Mar cards out of Mount Joy.
Other good finds at Morningstar included some Johnny Mathis records by Mom (yes, we still listen to records).
On a more somber note, on the way there, we happened to pass by the memorial service for U.S. Army Cpl. Luke S. Runyan, who was killed in combat in Iraq. We saw not only the crowd at the church, but also the police and the demonstrators there to protest.
I’m sure I’ll get flamed mercilessly for this, but I work at a newspaper; I hope you won’t be surprised that I defend, in principle, those demonstrators’ right to say what they do.
What I think is hard is that I had to find a way to explain what they were doing to my 7-year-old as we drove by, when she has THREE grandfathers who served in the military.