TheBurg, GK Visual Announce Video Partnership

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Harrisburg, Pa., June 28 – Harrisburg-based video production company, GK Visual, and Harrisburg-area magazine, TheBurg, announced today they are partnering on a new video series titled, “Burg in Focus.” Released monthly, each episode will complement a story featured in that month’s issue of TheBurg.

“We are big fans of TheBurg and the role that they play in our community,” said Nate Kresge, Co-Owner and Executive Producer of GK Visual. “This partnership was a no-brainer and a great way for us to tell more of Harrisburg’s incredible stories.”

The first video features Jess Kost from fudge-O-lutely, a craft fudge producer and purveyor located in the Broad Street Market in Harrisburg. Subjects for the series will be selected monthly by TheBurg’s Editor-in-Chief Larry Binda, then shot and produced by GK Visual.

“GK Visual is the perfect partner for TheBurg, because, like us, they care tremendously about the quality of their product and have deep roots in the Harrisburg community,” said Binda. “The monthly video will add greater depth, texture and interest to our stories, better connecting readers to the people here.”

Videos will be shared on TheBurg and GK Visual’s respective Facebook pages, and the videos also will be available for viewing alongside the complementary article on TheBurg’s website, theburgnews.com, under the heading “Burg in Focus.”

The series will premier with the release of TheBurg’s July issue, which is scheduled to drop on June 30.

About GK Visual
GK Visual is an award-winning Midtown Harrisburg-based photography and video production company. Founded in 2005 by Nate Kresge, GK Visual provides full-service media services including photography, video, motion graphics and event coverage. Through creativity and expert storytelling, GK Visual has earned more than 100 industry awards for excellence in media production.

Contact:
Nate Kresge, Co-Owner/Executive Producer
933 Rose St.
Harrisburg, PA 17102
717.412.4522
GKVisual.com

About TheBurg
TheBurg is an award-winning community magazine for the greater Harrisburg area. Founded in 2008, TheBurg tells the stories of the people who live, work and visit here, sharing with readers the complexity of life in central Pennsylvania. Over the years, TheBurg has received numerous honors for reporting, writing, design and illustration.

Contact:
Larry Binda, Editor-in- Chief
2601 N. Front St.
Harrisburg, PA 17110
717.695.2576
Theburgnews.com

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Burg in Focus – fudge-O-lutely

This month, TheBurg premiers “Burg in Focus,” a new video series made in collaboration with GK Visual.

Our first video features Jessica Kost of fudge-O-Lutely, a new craft fudge producer and purveyor in the Broad Street Market. It accompanies our story on Jess and her business, which can be read here.

Through this series, we hope to add greater texture and meaning to our stories, allowing readers to meet some of the people of the greater Harrisburg area. Enjoy!

Burg in Focus – Jess Kost from GK Visual on Vimeo.

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Access Denied

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Harrisburg Mayor Eric Papenfuse

Harrisburg can be a contrary place and, during my years here, I’ve seen little agreement on anything.

Until now.

Mayor Eric Papenfuse’s decision to blackball PennLive/The Patriot-News has not been received well by the public, at least not among the people I know and have spoken with, many of whom have generally supported his policies.

In my conversations with him, Papenfuse has cited several reasons for his antipathy to Harrisburg’s “newspaper of record.” He believes that PennLive engages in sensationalism, that its editors unfairly target him and that the comment section of the website is rife with daily debasements such as childish name-calling, rumormongering and outright lies.

Basically, he believes that PennLive will do almost anything to generate page views, which, with its “digital first” approach to journalism, is how it tries to make money. In an interview yesterday with Dave Marcheskie of abc27 News, Papenfuse said that PennLive was no longer a legitimate news outlet and compared it to the website Gawker, whose tagline is “today’s gossip is tomorrow’s news.”

Many people in the Harrisburg area would agree with at least some of these criticisms. Years ago, when I arrived here, three negatives really struck me: the racial divide, the division between city and suburb and a shared dislike of the Patriot-News, a feeling that seems to have only grown with its transition from a traditional daily newspaper to a digital news outlet.

However, like it or not, PennLive remains this area’s predominant source of news. Despite multiple rounds of layoffs in recent years, PennLive is still unmatched in terms of editorial budget and staff resources. No other media can compete. Not the TV news, not volunteer watchdogs and not TheBurg, which, for all of our progress, has a microscopic budget and staff compared to PennLive. You can argue with how PennLive deploys its substantial resources, but it does dedicate a reporter to Harrisburg, where news is never lacking.

Since Papenfuse decided to ban PennLive, people have speculated what this says about his temperament or means for his re-election prospects. Frankly, those issues concern me less than what it means for an informed citizenry. Yes, a lot of content on PennLive is contrived fluff, engineered to lure people into clicking on this or that. Most Harrisburg stories, though, contain useful and important information as reported by Christine Vendel, who is thorough, fair-minded and exceedingly professional. Her quality of information suffers without input from the mayor, who, in our form of local government, is the single most important source for facts, details, priorities and commentary.

Papenfuse has told me that he believes he’s gone out of his way to accommodate reporters and, in fact, I’ve found him to be quite accessible. I ask him to continue this commitment to openness and availability. In this city, the mayor has an extremely important public role to play, and I don’t believe he can fulfill it without engaging with PennLive’s city reporter. Yes, he may feel slighted, insulted and mistreated; he may believe that PennLive has debased itself with tabloid-style journalism. However, he is the mayor of Harrisburg, and, as such, has a responsibility to keep the people informed, even if he doesn’t like where their news is coming from.

 

Note: After this blog was posted, Mayor Eric Papenfuse responded as follows:

“An informed citizenry is not well served by the gossip-mongering hate speech that PennLive traffics in with its promotion of anonymous commentary. This is the antithesis of what is good for democracy, as it drives people further apart. I am committed to communicating with the public and believe I can do so effectively without engaging a clicks-for-cash business model that has little interest in the truth or the betterment of our civic culture in Harrisburg.”

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History on Canvas: City artist completes years-long “Harris Project.”

Screenshot 2016-05-26 10.08.36John Harris Sr., the founder of Harrisburg, lies buried in a small graveyard under a mulberry tree in Riverfront Park.

The Art Association of Harrisburg sits just up the block and across the street from Harris’ final resting place, providing inspiration to one city artist who also happens to be a gallery assistant at the association.

Six years ago, Bryan Molloy embarked on an ambitious artistic project dedicated to exploring one of the foundational stories of Harrisburg. The story involves Harris, groups of local Native Americans and, appropriately, a mulberry tree.

The result is the Harris Project, which evolved over the years into a six-foot-wide panoramic work of oil on canvas that shows one especially lousy day for Harris—the day he was tied to the tree by members of the Iroquois nation over a trading dispute. Molloy depicts Harris as being rescued by Susquehannock natives, which is one of the prevailing versions of the story.

History long has had an influence on Molloy, who grew up in Boston and graduated in 1999 with a bachelor’s degree in fine arts from the Massachusetts College of Art and Design.

“They make a big deal about the wealth and power that they had [in Boston], but Harrisburg had more,” Molloy said. “And they don’t make a big deal about it here.”

With the Harris Project, Molloy does not so much depict a piece of Harrisburg’s history as he does explore—using 18th-century-style painting techniques—how a story vaults into history.

In the painting, Harris was modeled by one of his own descendants, Toronto-area resident Ed Sharp. Shaka Hudson, a Harrisburg native and Broadway veteran, modeled for the rescuing chief, as well as each Susquehannock native. The models wore handmade costumes, the construction of which contributed—along with the oil sketches and formulation of the overall composition—to the years of work the project required.

Molloy started painting the finished work only within the past year, and, though June, it’s on display at the Harrisburg City Government Center. Mayor Eric Papenfuse has recognized Molloy for his work on the project, and Sharp flew his family in from Canada and New Zealand to see it.

Six oil studies of details within the larger painting are exhibited alongside the main painting, including two of the rescuing chief, one of Harris, two of the Iroquois aggressors and one of a canoe. The costume worn by Hudson as the rescuing chief is also on display, featuring a wool cloak Molloy commissioned from Harrisburg tailor Bernard Ballard.

“I was always comparing it to the old colonial paintings in my head,” said Molly.

One of those paintings was William S. Reeder’s 1839 painting “An Attempt to Burn John Harris,” which depicts the same events Molloy renders in the Harris Project. As he finished it, “I found it looks even more like one of those old Colonial paintings than it would have if I had paid too much attention to the fine details.”

Molloy respected the work required to demonstrate that Harrisburg’s history is a worthy subject for an elaborate work of art.

“It took so much patience to create a drawing, to adhere so strictly to other styles, Colonial styles, and then to integrate the Dutch Masters style into it,” said Molloy. “It gives respect to all the traditions and symbolism in Pennsylvania that were part of the work.”

To provide viewers with a context for the art, Molloy created an audiobook read by Andy Taylor, a stadium announcer for the U.S. Open. The audiobook, available for purchase on Amazon, accompanies the painting in the manner of an audio tour one can choose to take of a museum exhibit.

Ultimately, Molloy said that he committed himself to the Harris Project not just out of fascination for the city’s past, but for where Harrisburg finds itself today.

“I didn’t intend to ‘make [Harrisburg] great again,’ but to show how great it actually is,” he said. “In times of trouble, with the bankruptcy and the corruption, it’s really important to see back to how amazing the history is.”

“The Harris Project” is on display in Harrisburg’s MLK City Government Center through June 30. The book, “Harris Project,” is available at www.amazon.com.

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Films al Fresco: Outdoor movies return to Midtown Cinema.

Screenshot 2016-05-26 10.09.13If there’s one thing that’s been proven throughout all of history, it’s that people like free things. And while fun can be had in dumpster diving, checking out the “Free” section of Craigslist, and waiting for the first day of spring (fro-yo!), there is a more satisfying way to get your fill of “free”—the movies.

I’m not talking about pirating, for heavens’ sake. Last year kicked off the gathering of hundreds of people for “Outdoor Films,” presented by Friends of Midtown in Midtown Cinema’s parking lot. The community put to the test just how many people could fit in such a space with their lawn chairs and blankets, Zeroday crowlers in hand, children running around, and the scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafting through the air.

Such a sweeping success of an event will be repeated—if not heightened—in the upcoming months. This summer, six films will play on the big screen (and really, it’ll be bigger this year). The first will be a “Grease” sing-along, though each event will be preceded by a live band, and the five subsequent films will be a mash-up of sci-fi, comedy, fantasy and adventure, each chosen for their beloved qualities and family-friendly content. And, of course, one of those films will include a healthy dose of the ridiculous with Down in Front’s rendition of “Godzilla Vs. Megalon,” in which improv comedians will roast the film while it plays.

Like last year, “Outdoor Films” offers an opportunity to gather a community of people who may not cross paths ordinarily and connect them with that unifying love of the movies. Come on out this year to join the fun!

All movies start at dusk in the parking lot of Midtown Cinema, 250 Reily St., Harrisburg.

 

2016 Outdoor Films

June 10
“Grease” Sing-Along
Opening band: Rivers

June 24
“Guardians of the Galaxy”
Opening band: Indian Summer Jars

July 8
“Godzilla Vs. Megalon”
Opening band: Vulcans

July 22
“Back to the Future”
Opening band: Great Northeast

Aug. 5
“Hook”
Opening band: Shawan and the Wonton

Aug. 26
“The Goonies”
Opening band: Flower Garden

 

MIDTOWN CINEMA
SPECIAL EVENTS FOR JUNE

Down in Front!
“The Room”
Friday, June 3, 9:30 p.m.

The Late Shift with Zeroday
“Dumb and Dumber”
Saturday, June 4, 10:30 p.m.

Classic Film Series
“Life of Brian”
Sunday, June 12, 6 p.m.

3rd in the Burg $3 Movie
“Monty Python and the Holy Grail”
Friday, June 17, 9:30 p.m.

Faulkner Honda Family Film Series
“Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure”
Saturday, June 18, 12 p.m.
Sunday, June 19, 2 p.m.

National Theatre Live
“One Man, Two Gunners”
Wednesday, June 22, 7 p.m.

15th Anniversary Series
“My Big Fat Greek Wedding”
Saturday, June 25, 8 p.m.

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Musical Notes: Summer Songs–June’s lineup matches weather’s warmth.

Finally. Summer is arriving.

And while May has been a bit disappointing as far as spring weather is concerned, I have high hopes for the month of June. Days are longer. Nights are warmer. And, thankfully, we’ve got a great slate of musical performances lined up, too.  

So let’s make a commitment to grab hold of all the wonderful opportunities the month has to offer. A nice cocktail enjoyed outside at Cork & Fork or Home 231. A cold coffee at Little Amps or Elementary. And some excellent live music at one of the many venues we are so lucky to have here in the capital of the commonwealth.

 

CHROMA, 6/10, 6:30PM, LITTLE AMPS DOWNTOWN, $5 SUGGESTED DONATION:
As someone who married into a family of jazz performers, I can attest to the amount of skill, creativity and practice required to be a truly successful jazz performer. Considering that Chroma is made up of local high school students, the band’s ability to improvise around a fusion of jazz and hip hop grooves is even more impressive. A tight rhythm section sets a foundation for funky progressions that are simultaneously laid back yet complex. Come check out some local up-and-coming virtuosos so you can tell everyone how you saw them before they were famous.  

 

J AND THE 9s, 6/11, 9PM, STAGE ON HERR, $5:
J and the 9s are one of those quintessentially New York glammy punk bands turned up to 11. Taking inspiration from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, they combine thick and danceable hooks with the kind of sensual power vocals that only a female singer can deliver. Elaborately costumed, lead singer J9 adds flute to her performance repertoire, inflecting punk riffs with a taste of Jethro Tull. The result is a definite party atmosphere, with a heavy backbeat and just enough messiness to back up their garage credentials. They have recorded one EP, “Birth,” and their live antics will fit in perfectly at the always-eclectic Stage on Herr.

  

PRAIRIE EMPIRE, 6/23, 8PM, MAKESPACE, $5 SUGGESTED DONATION:
Prairie Empire is the type of gentle, pastoral band that somehow finds a home in the dense urban landscape of Brooklyn, N.Y. Perhaps that’s part of the charm, as they offer a musical respite from the honking of Ubers and the sounds of construction trucks. Musical accompaniment is sparse, leaving plenty of space for lead singer and primary songwriter Brittain Ashford’s powerful and emotive voice. The band is slated to release its latest LP, “The Salt,” in July, and, presumably, the latest songs will make up the bulk of the show. So swing by the MakeSpace as Ashford and company look to transform our small city into a quiet retreat for an evening.

Mentionables: Steve Wilkins, 6/3, Little Amps Downtown; Mountain Road, 6/4, Whitaker Center; The Ellameno Beat, 6/16, Stage on Herr; Hackensaw Boys, 6/17, Abbey Bar; Indigo Girls, 6/19, Whitaker Center; The Toasters, 6/21, Abbey Bar

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Student Scribes: T-E-R-R-A-P-I-N

A war drum beat inside of me.

The shaking was unbearable, but it immediately stopped, and I was transformed into a stiff redwood as I arrived at the microphone. The only movement came from the myriad of spinning words that acted like a bull-strong wind seeking to strip me of my leaves. For the past few months, these words would not leave me be. Sometimes, I cried a little inside from frustration as new words were added each day and each word clamored for attention, demanding special treatment. They each wanted me to remember whether things like their “s” sound was actually an “s” or a “c” in disguise or whether certain letters had identical twins. My father made sure I gave each word special attention; one neglected word, and he would make it a point to make sure that this never occurred again.

“No,” he would say.

I detested that word; it was all he had to say, and I knew what I had done. That word fed my stress like a spoiled child.

“Potpourri, p-o-t-p-p-o-u-r-r-i, potpourri,” I said, confident I spelled it correctly and that he was the one fooled by the word.

“No, again.”

But I must mention the “neglecting” was not always done by me; my father’s accent could sometimes turn already learned words into something brand new. “Xerophilous” became “Esterophilous”; my dad and X’s were not great friends. This was life for the months leading up to the ACSI Regional Spelling Bee.

The months passed faster than anticipated, and I found myself in Wonderland the night before the bee. Never before had I been to Pennsylvania, and I saw Amish people for the first time. Picture me as someone on an African safari who saw lions that didn’t lie flat on a page. Hotels had always been things I drove past, until that trip. I thought to myself that there couldn’t be a nicer hotel; I had found the world’s greatest hotel right there in Lancaster, PA. I refused to let anything ruin this other-worldly experience; I wanted to drown the words into the pool until they stopped moving. But, I knew I couldn’t. The room number matched the date of the Bee: “222” (Feb. 22), branding in my mind the reason I was here. My dad couldn’t make it to Lancaster so he called with the persistence of a telemarketer. Seeing other spellers offered some comfort because I could sense they were just as nervous as me, or I thought I could. I knew, however, that they had also been tormented by words.

The night before, I had a delectable, juicy bacon cheeseburger with crispy fries and a sundae bathed in hot fudge. The morning of, I could only stomach two bites of a muffin despite my sister and mother encouraging me to put something in my stomach, but nervousness already filled my stomach. I was dressed for my funeral; all I wanted was to rip off my black suit and jump back into the pool.

The spelling bee was as civil as that sort of competition would be, but looks did deceive. The spelling master, who resembled a business casual Mrs. Claus, began the bee by calling up the first of 40-plus victims, or, should I say, spellers. Almost every speller was engaged in some sort of mental battle either with the stubborn words or other spellers. We longed for the other speller’s misfortune and so did their parents, wishing their child to be left standing. I went as far as trying to telepathically insert incorrect letters into the mind of any speller who was at that microphone. It was ridiculous, but it helped to deal with the tenacious nervousness. Cheers of congratulations that masked pity arose when a speller would fall. However, the surviving spellers knew each casualty was a step closer to triumph; the tension grew. I knew the same “attacks” occurred when I was at the microphone. I couldn’t remember the exact words I spelled, but I remember the sweet feeling of relief when I would conquer a word. I was like a soldier relishing survival after each battle but perpetually afflicted with the uncertainty of what was to come.

I survived until late into the war, when I was snuffed out by a word that I do not recall. However, the injury was not life threatening; I placed fourth and qualified for the ACSI National Spelling Bee. I held my plaque the entire train ride home, relieved that I had survived, but also wary of the future that would involve more and more words. “Terrapin” was the winning word, but I do not remember it solely because it was the winning word. When we arrived at home, my sister, who attended the University of Maryland, surprised me with a “Terrapin Basketball” sweater that she bought before the bee.

Every time I take the train home from Middletown, I pass by the same Lancaster train station. It reminds me of my experience. It is not the night in Wonderland that sticks out in my mind. I have been to more hotels and I have witnessed life in Pennsylvania plenty. The experience of a competition in which only select students participate is what I realize I will tell my children about. If they find themselves in the same experience, I will tell them not to toss aside the words that they may find a nuisance, like I did after the National Bee. Learn to love them and learn their story. In the future, you will find them more of a blessing than a curse; you will not see them as a gale trying to strip you of your leaves and knock you down, but as a soothing rain that will help you grow.

Joseph Sasu Jr. is an information sciences and technology major heading into his third year at Penn State Harrisburg, where he is a member of the Capital Honors College.

 

 

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Student Scribes: Malignant

Crisp, cold mid-February air whistles through the slightly opened window of my car as I tap my menthol cigarette after each puff.

I’m on my way home from work—my job that takes up my time from the crack of dawn until the early night. My job at the hospital nearly seven miles south. My job where I help people—or I fail. Sometimes this happens, where I fail to save a life, and it takes a huge toll on me. It’s always my job to tell parents, children, husbands, wives… I couldn’t save them.

Today, I couldn’t save him. Emergency surgery on his heart, the transplant failed. His elder sister was horrified. The younger one went into shock.

On my way home every night, I crossed a small bridge over a major highway that bisected the valley beneath my hometown. Before the smearing of headlights and taillights below, I saw a figure of a man much larger than myself sitting on the railing and peering down to the stretch of road below.

Naturally, as someone whose job is to save people, I pulled to the side of the bridge. Killing the car and getting out, I brace myself against the brisk air. I approached the man, smashing snow with a satisfying crunch beneath my shoes, flicking my cigarette into the frozen fluff. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge me.

“Hello?” I prompted. The wind seemed to take my words and run with them. “Are you all right?”

He turned his face back toward the highway, many stories below us. I climbed onto the rail beside him, bracing my hands onto the slick, frozen metal. I stared down below at the cars racing toward us, below us, and away from us.

“I’m all right,” he responded with a puff of vapor. “I come here to think sometimes. I’m red-green colorblind. I like to imagine what the colors look like down there.”

“I’ve never seen you sitting here,” I said, admiring the whooshing sounds of the mid-evening highway and the colors streamlining by. “I always cross this bridge when I come home from work.”

“I’m never here at the same time,” he said shortly. He turned his gaze from the highway and faced some houses nearby. “The beige one with dark brown shutters?” he prompted without checking if I’d followed his gaze. “That one’s mine.”

I did know the house. I’ve seen it every single day since I moved into the large, beautiful house my wife chose many years ago only two houses down the street. I knew he had a dog, a tiny black puffball that barked incessantly at 6 a.m. I knew he had a daughter that was born maybe three years ago. I knew he had a beautiful wife who was tall and blonde. I saw him mowing the lawn in the summer but I never saw him leave the house. Although, I am rarely ever home.

Some silence came between us. He turned his face back to the road. I swayed my feet in the wind. I could no longer feel my fingers, and I could almost swear that they had become one with the railing of the bridge. I sighed, watching the clouds of my breath cascade from my nostrils and disappear into the frigid air.

“Are you all right?” He asked me.

With a furrowed brow, I thought, I remember when I was. I peeled my hands from the railing, rubbing them vigorously together, trying to gather warmth from the friction. Sitting on the railing became part of a balancing act. It’s been a few years. I left no response.

“I should get home to my wife,” he said, throwing his legs back over the railing behind us, reviving the satisfying crunch of snow beneath boots. “I’m sure she’s waiting on me.”

“Mine, too,” I responded after he was out of earshot, still rubbing my hands, eyes fixed on the road below, heart thumping as fast as the cars racing by. “She’s been waiting for a while.”

Cancer. I’ve seen plenty of men, women and children—no hair, sunken eyes, with or without hope—with cancer of various types, all that kill. My wife had cancer that killed her quicker than a blink of my eye. I remember when her bones began to get brittle, when the brightest eyes I’d ever seen went dark, hopeless. I remember when she’d cry into my shoulder until her wracking sobs nearly broke her brittle bones. I remember her thick, blonde hair becoming thin until it all disappeared. I remember snaking chunks of it out of the shower when she was at chemo so she wouldn’t see how much she had lost. She was afraid to die.

I started smoking about eight days after she had died. Funny how I pick up cancer sticks these days despite the despair I face every day without my wife.

I’m afraid, too. I’m afraid I’ll die and never see her again. Now, when I get home every night, I sit on the bed and stare at her photograph on the nightstand. A photograph from our wedding ages ago, her hair done up in careful ringlets. I burn her image into my memory. I feel her kiss on my lips, and I hear the wedding bells still ringing. I see her. In my dreams, I see her when she was healthy. I remember her so well.

The highway below calls my name, the whooshing sounds like the simple syllables she used to call me. The smears of yellow, red and white invite me; but despite everything, I know too well what the pain of losing someone is like.

I turn around and slip down the small slope of snow. I revive the car again and make the two-minute trip back home to fall into bed and hold her picture until I fall asleep, seeing her, feeling her in my dreams until the morning comes.

Britney Buterbaugh is a sophomore communications major at Penn State Harrisburg.

 

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Student Scribes: A Mother’s Delight (After Sylvia Plath’s Work in “Ariel”)

What kind of girl are you looking for?
One who smiles
as bright as the sun,
whose eyes crinkle and scrunch?
Does she have to be tall or scrawny,
fair or dark, when the sun shines upon her?

All you say. All?
My son I will give you all
that I can find!
My sweet, I will try not do you wrong
for she will not only be yours but also mine!

This one that I have found,
I am sure she is the one for you
my son.
One as good as me
but certainly not and never will be
me, oh son of mine.

She is tall with beauty,
her hair longer than most.
Walks with elegance
as if she’s a glass in the air
always on toast.
Without doubt she can be a
graciously mannered host!

Looking sweeter in white
Rather than black, come take her hand
And marry her tonight.

Excuse all the others,
this one is certainly for you.
May you dress her in Silver and Gold
And forever you will shine
with her, as beautiful as me!

So come, come now!
Marry her tonight,
She will look like a doll
My eyes will show nothing but delight.
My son, come,
come now!

Macey Kate Markovich is a first-year English major at Penn State Harrisburg.

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Food Network: Harrisburg’s craft food producers have formed a culture of cooperation, a web of support.

Urban Churn Ice Cream

Urban Churn Ice Cream

Maybe the chalkboard notice at Zeroday Brewing Co. says it all. “Add a scoop of Urban Churn vanilla to any beer/soda!”

Or perhaps it’s the Elementary Coffee mocha made with Frederic Loraschi chocolate. Oh, and you can enjoy Yellow Bird Café cookies at Midtown Cinema, and One Good Woman coffee at Yellow Bird Café. Can’t get to Little Amps for coffee? Enjoy a sip at Garlic Poet restaurant or at the new Dalicia Bakery. If you haven’t made it to Midstate Distillery yet, try their Iron and Ice vodka on Café 1500’s summer cocktail menu.

As the Harrisburg-area craft food scene reaches a nice al dente, more and more vendors are partnering up to serve products created by their neighbors. They aren’t just sourcing from local suppliers. They’re cooking up new food pairings, cross-marketing their names, and cultivating new audiences hungry for unique tastes.

Through it all, they say, they’re lifting the city’s entrepreneurial spirit to new heights of innovation.

 

Support Group
Andrea Grove dreamt of more than just roasting coffee. The founder of Elementary Coffee Co. sought “to functionally be part of a community, and, with that, is finding solid partners to meet up with.”

“There’s a lot beyond just local ingredients,” said Grove at her Broad Street Market stand. “You become more than business partners. You become friends.”

Grove flavors her hand-roasted beans and brews with spices from Calicutts Spice Co. in Lemoyne (“You can smell the difference,” she says). Elementary Coffee is served at such establishments as the Millworks, City House B&B, Midtown Cinema and Chris and Val’s Café in Lemoyne. And the hot chocolate and mocha on the Elementary Coffee menu are flavored with mixes from the local, nationally known Frederic Loraschi Chocolate.

Grove reached out to chocolatier Loraschi before launching her business in 2014. She found they could talk about business and life, establishing the kind of supportive friendship that justifies one-on-one dealings, instead of contracting with big suppliers for everything.

“It divides your focus a little bit and divides your time, but the payoff is there, because you’re establishing something that gives longevity to your relationships and loyalty to the product as you move forward,” she said. “When you grow, you can grow together.”

Loraschi was well established, with customers in dozens of far-flung hotels and restaurants, when Grove called. Though Elementary Coffee Co. constitutes a tiny portion of Loraschi’s accounts, “sometimes it’s not about business,” Loraschi said from his pristine shop in Colonial Park. “It’s about connections with people, connections with the community.”

Through collaborations, food specialists bond with like-minded entrepreneurs, the kind who work long hours and have a passion for their product, said Loraschi. Starting a business “takes a lot of courage.”

“You don’t know how it’s going to work,” he said. “You give it your best try. When there is a young entrepreneur like Andrea, you want to help that person. You want to give advice. It was the excitement of helping someone start something new.”

 

Idea Exchange
Balsamic vinegar and kumquat ice cream, anyone? Sure, said Urban Churn founder Adam Brackbill. It’s a favorite of his, and Garlic Poet chef Kurt Wewer inspired it. Exchanging ideas and customers is a welcome byproduct of collaborations.

“I get a lot of ideas for creative flavors from him,” said Brackbill, who founded his business to bring old-fashioned churned ice cream to city living.

At Zeroday, Urban Churn is ready for floating in a brew or soda. In turn, Zeroday brews can be found on tap, depending on the rotation, in such restaurants as Garlic Poet, Café 1500, Rubicon and Home 231. By working together and “figuring out ways we can intertwine products, it is allowing us to access a broader customer base,” said Brandalynn Armstrong, Zeroday co-founder with her husband, Theo.

“Rubicon has a customer base that we may not get, and we have a customer base that Rubicon might not get,” said Armstrong as she prepared to open the Midtown tasting room for the evening. “By working together, it expands our footprint, our marketing, our branding. We’re all small businesses. Huge advertising budgets aren’t really there. By supporting each other, it helps us all.”

 

Changing Habits
When Grove serves a Frederic Loraschi-flavored mocha, “There’s a story behind his product that I can tell to customers, if they’re interested.” It goes something like this: Loraschi is French, world renowned, and “everything he creates is very pure. We know what goes into his chocolate.”

“It creates a larger picture, which is where the trend is going,” she said. “People want to know the story behind their products. We can honestly tell you what’s in it, but it’s also neat for the customer who’s buying it. They say, ‘I’m part of something larger,’ and they’re invited to enter into that story.”

Sprinkling unique, lovingly crafted products around town encourages shoppers to escape the grocery-store grind, say vendors.

“We’re going back to having the butcher,” said Loraschi. “We’re going back to having the baker. There is a resurgence. People want to know more about where their things are coming from, how they’re made, who makes them.”

Even Midtown Cinema taps into the craft food scene. The lobby is Urban Churn’s scoop shop. Java comes from Elementary Coffee Co. (“The ‘Elixir’ is delightful,” said Director of Operations Adam Porter, referring to the cinema’s espresso/ice cream/spice concoction). Zeroday acquired a can sealer that allows moviegoers to exit Zeroday’s tasting room and enter Midtown Cinema with an unopened can of craft beer (thank you, Pennsylvania liquor laws).

When customers can indulge in local tastes and BYOZ—yes, that’s “Bring Your Own Zeroday”—they get “an experience they can’t have at home or the megaplex,” said Porter. Naturally, a movie theater must serve popcorn (Midtown Cinema’s comes from Ephrata, by the way), but supplementing with local fare amps up the excitement and benefits all businesses “from a rising-tide standpoint,” he said.

 

Right Direction
Collaborations bring together people driven by “new energies,” said Armstrong. “You get to meet really awesome people who have the common core ideal of, ‘How can we make Harrisburg better?’ Sustainability can come from people living in the city, but growth comes from attracting outsiders to the city.”

The expanding “web of relationships” benefits businesspeople and customers, said Grove. Shoppers enjoy new tastes. Businesses find more opportunities in an ever-growing pool of potential partners.

“More than anything, you always hope with Harrisburg that momentum’s going to continue, but the fact that more and more people are moving in here and focused here and willing to start up businesses here is proving that Harrisburg is moving in the right direction,” said Grove.

Today’s entrepreneur-driven renaissance “is probably going to stick better” than the mega-project mindset of past city redevelopment “because there are so many people doing projects independently of one another, but all with the same goal of making this neighborhood and this city a cool, fun place to be,” said Porter.

As a roaster, Grove occupies the heart of this foodie ecosystem because coffee is “a focal point for everything that’s happening around it, whether it’s just conversations or revolutions rising up over a cup of coffee or the fact that there are a lot of ingredients involved.” And whether shoppers buy local coffee, chocolate, beer or ice cream, they are community-oriented and “meeting over food.”

“You’re part of a larger picture, a larger meal that’s happening, a part of a larger drink that’s going on,” Grove said. “That’s exciting.”

 

Where Can I Find?

Elementary Coffee

  • Chris & Val’s Café
  • City House Bed & Breakfast
  • Midtown Cinema
  • The Millworks

 

Frederic Loraschi Chocolate

  • Elementary Coffee Co.

 

Hummer’s Meats

  • The Harrisburger

 

Little Amps Coffee

  • Al’s of Hampden
  • Café Uovo
  • Dalicia Bakery
  • Garlic Poet
  • Radish & Rye
  • Rubicon

 

Midstate Distillery Spirits

  • Café 1500
  • Home 231
  • Lancaster Brewing Co.
  • Mangia Qui
  • Bistro and Winebar

 

One Good Woman Coffee

  • Yellow Bird Café

 

Pizza Boy Brewing Co. Beer 

  • The Millworks

 

Popped Culture Popcorn

  • Abbey Bar/ABC
  • Little Amps Coffee Roasters
  • Midstate Distillery
  • Zeroday Brewing Co.

 

Short & Sweet Bakery

  • Little Amps Coffee Roasters
  • One Good Woman

 

Urban Churn Ice Cream

  • Evanilla Gourmet Donuts
  • Garlic Poet
  • Grain and Verse
  • Lancaster Brewing Co.
  • Midtown Cinema
  • Zeroday Brewing Co.

 

Yellow Bird Café Cookies

  • Midtown Scholar Bookstore

 

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