A Slave, a Free Man: Exhibit opens on Harrisburg’s own Ephraim Slaughter.

illustration by Liz Laribee.

Illustration by Liz Laribee.

His was a life of contradictions.

The escaped slave fighting a war to eliminate slavery, serving the Union Army in the segregated U.S. Colored Troops. The honored veteran barred from interaction with whites—especially former Confederates—during commemorative ceremonies.

This was Ephraim Slaughter, an upstanding citizen of Harrisburg and a Civil War veteran who lived to see World War II. His long life and community standing brought him recognition in his lifetime. After death, his name lived on through the Ephraim Slaughter Post 733 American Legion. Now, his legacy continues through the National Civil War Museum’s latest exhibit, an overview of his life and times.

Ephraim Slaughter was born into slavery in Hertford County, N.C., in 1846—maybe in January, but he wasn’t sure. In 1863, he escaped slavery and found refuge in a Union Army enclave along the North Carolina coast. He served under an assumed name, Ephraim Newsome, for three years with what would become the 37th USCT.

In 1869, Slaughter, by then using the name of his slave owner, moved to Harrisburg. He worked in the legendary Lochiel Hotel near the Capitol, where pols smoked their cigars and made their deals. He owned property. He co-founded A.M.E. Zion Church on N. 6th Street. He was active in the Grand Army of the Republic, the powerful organization for Union Civil War veterans.

He was married twice, first in 1880 to a South Carolina woman named Carrie. That marriage lasted until her death in 1935. By then, in his old age, he made a fond but practical match with Georgiana Williams Mitchell, a widow 43 years his junior. She was an entrepreneur whose ventures included a boardinghouse for traveling African-Americans blocked from registering at whites-only hotels. They agreed that she would take care of him, and he would leave her his property.

Slaughter died on Feb. 17, 1943, at the age of 97 and was buried with military honors in Lincoln Cemetery in Penbrook. He had asked to be buried there next to Carrie and his brother, Dave. Georgiana honored that request.

Many Threads

Slaughter’s story came to the attention of the National Civil War Museum when CEO Wayne E. Motts contacted historian Calobe Jackson, Jr., through the Historical Society of Dauphin County.

The museum had always wanted an installation featuring an African-American soldier—not a generic figure, but “an African-American soldier we could wrap a story around,” says Motts. Jackson said, “I think I have just the person.”

The exhibit, unveiled in late May, features a lifelike figure of the elderly Slaughter in his GAR uniform. Slaughter’s long life provides the fabric for sharing many threads of the African-American experience before, during and after the Civil War, says Motts. About 200,000 African-Americans served in the Army and Navy, but their tales rarely take center stage. Slaughter’s life “allows us to put a local face and local story to reach to the community at large,” he says.

For instance, enlisting in the Army wasn’t as easy as taking a pledge at a hometown recruitment center.

“This man had to escape slavery first,” says Motts. “Then he fought in the Union Army. Overcoming these obstacles is another story you can tell the young folks here. And becoming a bright, productive and well-known member of the community after the Civil War, that’s also a good story.”

Even Slaughter’s active membership in the GAR illuminates “a very powerful lobbying group and advocacy group for veterans’ affairs right after the Civil War.”

“If you were the president, if you were the governor, if you were a congressman, if you were a senator, you better listen to the folks in the GAR,” says Motts.

Ahead of Their Time

Much of Slaughter’s story comes from the genealogical research of Sharonn Williams, Slaughter’s great-granddaughter by virtue of his marriage to Georgiana. Preserving his memory is crucial, “especially in the African-American community, where kids are so disconnected from their history,” says Williams.

“They don’t know each other and don’t know their history or where they came from,” she says. “Ephraim’s story was someone who was born into circumstances that nobody should be born into—nobody—and he was somebody who turned that around, who flipped the scales. He went out in the world and made just what of it he could.”

Williams’ mother, J. Yvonne Mitchell Pittman, is Georgiana’s granddaughter. She has faint memories of her gentle, quiet grandpop. Walks to the corner tavern, where Slaughter would have a glass of port wine with the owner. Riding in Memorial Day parades and selling poppies. Her grandparents “had an understanding,” Pittman says.

“He valued her for her strength, and he trusted her,” she says. “He respected her. I think they were way ahead of their time.”

From his escape from slavery to his “coming north and making it work for him,” Slaughter was a wonder, says Pittman. “What man that was a slave owns all the houses he acquired? I don’t know how he did that. I admire the things he did. I know my grandmother would be happy about the honor.”

At his death, Slaughter left property worth a substantial $10,000 to Georgiana. In his later years, he was often honored as one of the rapidly vanishing connections to the Civil War. His photo appeared in newspapers, and he was chief marshal for Harrisburg’s 1941 Memorial Day parade, with fellow veteran John Barton who served as chief of staff. They were, as a newspaper wrote, “both negroes.”

In 1938, Slaughter was invited to President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s dedication of the Peace Memorial at Gettysburg. He and Barton were chauffeured to Gettysburg, but African-Americans were barred from any part of the ceremony involving interaction with whites. When blue and gray came together, shaking hands in brotherhood, Slaughter and Barton were not there.

Ephraim Slaughter thrived despite the era’s overt racism, says great-granddaughter Williams. He gave to the community, and the community gave back, honoring his service and providing comfort in his old age. The latest honor, bestowed through the Civil War Museum exhibit, shows that he was meant to be remembered, she says.

“My great-grandmother is smiling because she made an agreement to take care of him, and now we’re preserving his memory.”

The National Civil War Museum is located at 1 Lincoln Circle, Harrisburg. For more information, visit www.nationalcivilwarmuseum.org.

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Career-Bound, College-Bound: As vo-tech education grows, students find many paths to follow.

Illustration by James Arnold.

Illustration by James Arnold.

Once upon a time, lots of people believed a fallacy about secondary-level vocational-technical schools. Many assumed that vo-tech schools were for students not quite cracked up for rigorous academics or college.

In blunt terms, vo-tech was for dummies.

Unfortunately, the falsehood lives on today in some instances, despite plenty of evidence to the contrary.

“I hear that at least five times a month. It’s a stereotype, but it’s not a true one,” stated Justin Bruhn, administrative director of Cumberland Perry Area Vocational Technical School in Mechanicsburg. “The trick is getting people to take a look at what we do, then they’ll be impressed. There’s a place for every student here.”

Peggy Grimm, administrative director of Dauphin County Technical School in Lower Paxton Township, echoed that thought, saying she still fights a battle of perception over reality.

“It just isn’t so anymore,” she said. “The state Department of Education raised the bar, saying our students had to be career- and college-ready.”

Pennsylvania currently has 87 public vocational schools operating within its 500 school districts. Besides Dauphin County and Cumberland-Perry Area, other area vo-techs include Lebanon County Career and Technology Center; York School of Technology; Franklin County Career and Technology Center in Chambersburg; and Lancaster County Career and Technology Center with campuses in Brownstown, Mount Joy and Willow Street.

In 1995, the Adams County Tech Prep Consortium was formed, comprising students from five school districts within Adams County. Classes are held at a facility on the Gettysburg Area High School campus. The Carlisle Area School District operates the Center for Careers and Technology on the Carlisle High School campus.

All of the area vo-techs are members of TechLink, a not-for-profit organization with a united goal of advancing career and technical education through education, advocacy, public awareness and building connections between post-secondary institutions.

Met Expectations

The Harrisburg School District previously offered vo-tech classes at its John Harris campus, but that program has since closed. The district now sends its students to Dauphin County Technical School. The upcoming school year will be Harrisburg’s fifth at Dauphin County Tech, with 260 students expected.

The school’s total enrollment is “rolling around 1,000” students in grades 9 to 12, Grimm said, with students also coming from the Central Dauphin, Derry Township, Halifax Area, Lower Dauphin, Middletown Area and Susquehanna Township districts.

“We were diligent about holding the bar [for Harrisburg students], and they’ve met our expectations,” Grimm said. “We’re also looking for what we can provide for them academically. Many are kids from a low social-economic factor, and we plan for that.”

Dauphin County Tech is one of only 15 comprehensive vo-tech schools in the state. In other words, it is an independent vo-tech that offers both academic classes and career programs on the same campus. Students attend the school on a full-day basis, with no need to return to their home high schools for academic courses because they are offered at the tech school.

“Our students are very invested in our school because this is their school,” Grimm noted.

Renewed Appreciation

Dauphin County Tech and other comprehensive vo-techs are subject to more stringent state regulations than vo-techs that don’t offer academic courses.

Each year, Dauphin County Tech must administer academic Keystone exams to its students in addition to the seniors’ NOCTI (National Occupational Competency Testing Institute) exams for vocational studies. The state Department of Education bases Dauphin County Tech’s annual school report card on both scores, along with other factors.

“Parents were amazed to find out that we have [Advanced Placement] and honors courses here,” Grimm said. “We need it to complement our [vocational] programs.”

Dauphin County Tech offers a total of 25 vocational programs, while Cumberland Perry AVTS has 22 programs. Both schools offer many of the same courses, including automotive and diesel programs, computer information systems, electronics technology and health careers.

Cumberland Perry AVTS is comprised of approximately 1,000 students in grades 9 to 12 from 13 school districts within Cumberland, Perry and upper Adams counties.

“Our enrollment is up by about 10 percent over the last four years,” Bruhn noted. “I believe there’s a renewed appreciation for our courses that we offer.”

Around 500 students arrive at the school each morning before departing for academic classes in the afternoon at their home high schools. In the afternoon, the remainder of the vo-tech’s student body arrives for program studies after attending academic classes at their home high schools.

The school also offers social studies so students won’t be bogged down with as many required core courses at their home schools, Bruhn said.

“Our goal is an emphasis on a tangible outcome for our students, not only to leave here with skills and knowledge, but also with certifications and college credits,” he said.

The school’s newest three-year course is Health Career Technicians, which is separate from its nursing program. Health Career Technicians prepares students for careers as pharmacy technicians, pharmacy aides and physical therapy aides directly after graduation. Students also can continue with post-secondary training to become a medical assistant.

Cumberland Perry also offers a dental assistant course, which Dauphin County Tech plans to begin in 2016-17.

“We’re constantly looking for programs where students can make a life-sustaining wage,” Grimm said.

“All of our programs fall under STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Math),” said Sandy Traynor, Dauphin County Tech’s assistant director. “Our students earn certifications here and up to 12 college credits. When they leave us, they can go on.”

To learn more about vocational education in central Pennsylvania, visit the schools’ websites or go to the TechLink website at www.techlinkpa.com. TechLink’s next meeting is at Dauphin County Tech on Aug. 19.

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Everything Not in Its Place: “People Places Things”: An honest, humorous look at family life.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.57.47James C. Strouse’s quirky rendition of single life as a parent in “People Places Things” is just like real life: not perfect, but enjoyable.

The opening sequence is an endearing series of graphic novel drawings: a guy and a girl, then a guy and a pregnant girl, then a family with two children. The bliss is evident.

This sequence becomes a lot more endearing when we come to learn, moments later, that our protagonist, shy and quietly quirky Will Henry (Jemaine Clement), is a graphic novelist with twin girls, Clio and Colette (Aundrea and Gia Gadsby). We make our introduction with Will at the girls’ fifth birthday party as he looks for his partner, Charlie (Stephanie Allynne), only to find her having sex with another man. Apparently, the bliss was one-sided.

Fast-forward to a year later, and Will’s story really begins. Still getting used to single life, he teaches graphic novel courses at the School of Visual Arts while putting off his next book. He sees Clio and Colette on the weekends, and one of his students, Kat (Jessica Williams), has attempted to get him back into the dating game by setting him up with her mom Diane (Regina Hall).

Meanwhile, Charlie has been dating the man from one year previous, Gary (Michael Chernus). She announces to Will that she is pregnant, and she and Gary are getting married—this from a woman who previously had no interest in marriage. But shortly after this announcement, the babysitter quits, and Charlie dumps the kids with Will for a while.

The film thrives on awkward humor—a comedic style that suits Clement given his background as a member of the comedy duo, Flight of the Conchords. And though the “quotable lines” scattered throughout the film come across as manufactured at times, they do not interfere with the theme—this is a solid glimpse at the effect that splitting up has on the kids. It is also a heartwarming tale of a person just trying to move on and the difficulties that arise in that process. Luckily, the film stops short of that typical cheesy final scene that is seen so often in romantic comedies, a move that, in a refreshing way, leaves the life of Will Henry slightly open-ended.

What makes this film so enjoyable is how realistic it is. Yes, some of the situations throughout the film are a bit contrived, clearly thrown in to cultivate the previously mentioned awkward humor. But the interactions and relationships that Will has and forms throughout the film are dead on. Each is incredibly complicated, but realistic in this sense: There are no cut-and-dried answers to his problems. The characters are honest (some to a fault), and that is what gets them through.

Strouse chose his cast well. Clement immediately wins you over with his shy yet sassy attitude, and Allynne plays her character’s contradictions with spirit. Williams owns her supporting role, serving as the backbone of the plot progression. The Gadsby twins work their magic on screen; their interactions with Clement are delightful.

“People Places Things” is well worth the watch. Coming soon to the Midtown Cinema.

 
AUGUST EVENTS

(Don’t forget to BYOZ – Bring Your Own Zeroday!)

Midnight Matinee Series
“Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan” (1982)
Saturday, Aug. 1, 11:45pm

 
BBC WWII Series (Free)
“Copenhagen” (2002)
Sunday, Aug. 2, 2pm

“Castles in the Sky” (2014)
Sunday, Aug. 9, 2pm

“Wodehouse in Exile” (2013)
Sunday, Aug. 23, 2pm

“Hitler on Trial” (2011)
Sunday, Aug. 30, 2pm

 
Harrisburg Area Now
“She’s Beautiful When She’s Angry”
Tuesday, Aug. 4, 6pm

 
Classic Film Series
“The Philadelphia Story” (1940)
Sunday, Aug. 9, 6pm

 
Digital Theatre Series
“Everyman”
Sunday, Aug. 9, 4pm

“The Merchant of Venice”
Sunday, Aug. 23, 4pm
Tuesday, Aug. 25, 7pm

 
Down in Front
“The Killer Shrews” (1959)
Friday, Aug. 14, 9:30pm

 
Faulkner Honda Family Film Series
“The Pagemaster” (1994)
Saturday, Aug. 15, noon
Sunday, Aug. 16, 2pm

 
3rd in the Burg $3 Movie
“Lethal Weapon” (1987)
Friday, Aug. 21, 9:30ish

 
Block Party
Friday, Aug. 28, 4-8pm

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OUTDOOR FILM SERIES

Aug. 7
“The Princess Bride”

Aug. 28 (after Block Party)
“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”

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

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2 Days on the A.T.: A newbie tells of her first adventure on America’s most famous hiking trail.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.51.24Three days later, my legs still ached, my left foot still hurt, and my gear still laid around the house. My niece, Stacia, and I continued to groan as we walked down the steps and chuckled at the whole experience—our two days as newbies on the Appalachian Trail.

The journey began with research, preparation and some anxiety. The research started a few years earlier when I became enamored with the trail and started reading first-hand accounts of thru-hikers, the term given to those who endeavor to hike the entire 2,189 miles from Georgia to Maine. These books included the popular “A Walk in The Woods” by Bill Bryson and the ambiguous “Footpath My Ass” by Terry “Bluebird” Croteau, a 40-something woman who decided to take the journey solo.

The preparation began as soon as my niece, who planned on visiting the East Coast from Colorado, offered the opportunity to hike together. We considered doing a weeklong trek, but good sense and lack of time made us consider a shorter, three-day trip. We decided to use this as a test run.

I started training by walking in my newly purchased hiking boots, with a backpack weighed down by canned goods. Just a few pounds at first, with weekly additions of weight. My friend’s son, an eagle scout, lent me a proper backpack so that I could carry the increased weight without hurting my back.

As I trudged up the hills in my suburban neighborhood, my sweaty, transient-like appearance got me more than a few sideways glances. It also triggered neighborly conversations.

Many folks offered encouragement and advice when I spoke of the trip. Ernie, 86 years old, an avid A.T. hiker from my church, was most helpful. “What if it rains, Ernie? What will we do?” I asked. His response: “You’ll get wet and keep on walking!”

However, as my niece arrived and we packed our gear, my anxiety peaked. What if something happened to me on the trail? After much fretting, thinking and some praying, I had an epiphany. Anxiety makes opportunities feel like threats, and this was a wonderful opportunity to spend time with my niece, spend time in the woods, and challenge myself. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Heat & Rocks

My husband dropped us off in Boiling Springs, picked for its distinction as the halfway point on the A.T., its locality and its strategic distance from our two scheduled stops. He would pick us up on Wednesday, 30 miles away. We’d call him when we arrived.

As soon as we stepped out on the trail, we knew we had a challenge ahead. It was hot—90-degree heat hot—and the rocks and inclines made us thankful that we had filled our CamelBaks with water. I abhor hiking in the heat, so I kept a washcloth tucked in my chest strap, which I dipped into any stream we found to cool off.

One impressive aspect of this portion of the trail is the rock maze. Located six miles outside of Boiling Springs, the maze consists of an expanse of rocks that hikers must traverse. Fellow hikers cautioned they had encountered a large black snake sunning itself on the rocks ahead. At that point, my niece asked that I take the lead.

While we didn’t find the snake, we did see an interesting assortment of mushrooms—yellow, red, white, purple and orange—patches of ferns, and tufts of moss that begged to be stroked. The combination created a fairyland-like atmosphere.

Along with the flora, we encountered fauna in the form of about 20 thru-hikers.

Thru-hikers typically have a trail name, and, on this day, we met “Gold Star,” a kilt- and safari hat-wearing young man and two section hikers (those hiking the whole trail in sections each summer) who appeared to be in their 70s. When asked their trail names, they replied “Weasel, Spice Weasel” and “Rip Van Winkle, but you can call me Rip.”

We stopped to rest on some unusually comfortable rocks. Leaning against my pack with the cool rocks on my legs, I thought a nap could be in order, but we had a 13-mile, first-day plan. That plan, however, quickly disintegrated in the heat.  After nine miles, we consulted “The A.T. Guide” and decided to stop at Deer Run Campground, which charged hikers only $10 for a tent site.

Stacia had a hankering for some hot dogs, but the camp store was out. Mercifully, the campground hosts provided us with four yummy frankfurters. Weary and achy beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, I took three Ibuprofen and slept restlessly.

Lightning Bait

Morning broke, and we ate our dehydrated eggs and bacon, surprisingly tasty, with water heated by my compact Bleuet camp stove.

Lingering weariness, high heat and humidity and forecasted storms caused us to once again revise our strategy. We would make a short day of it and stop at another campground about five miles down trail.

This area of the trail contained a small birch sapling forest. I scratched the bark, smelled to confirm the type of tree and snapped a branch for us both to have a chew—memories of my youth.

Wild blueberries grew in abundance along the trail, and a handful provided a nice treat.

Unfortunately, we overshot our turn-off because of an unmarked trail and decided to make camp and ride out the upcoming storm. However, our camp placement had one flaw, pointed out to us by a passing thru-hiker. We pitched camp on a ridge, and the beautiful view confirmed it. We were lightning bait.

With unusually heavy storms approaching, our failed plan and being dog-tired, we decided to bug out. I called my husband and instructed him to meet us at the bottom of the Pole Steeple trail (a wonderful hike under better circumstances). With Stacia’s prodding, though exhausted and doubting my ability to hike the three miles needed, we moved quickly down the mountain. As the storm intensified, so did our speed. Soaked, tired and scared, we reached the bottom and assumed the lightning safety position, crouching with feet together. Then, we waited for extraction.

Invigorated by the experience, yet nearly too tired to talk, we arrived home. Though 10 miles short of our 30-mile goal, we had accomplished much more important objectives: to enjoy nature, to have the experience together and to learn from it. I pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable and am looking forward to doing it again.

Taking to the A.T.

Are you considering hiking the Appalachian Trail for the first time? Here are a few suggestions for fellow newbies:

  • Purchase an Appalachian Trail guide. I used “The A.T. Guide” by David “Awol” Miller.
  • Consult a reputable hiking site such as www.rei.com, click the “Learn” tab and navigate to “Expert Advice” for plenty of backpacking tips.
  • Take a short, local trip to work out the kinks.
  • Acclimate to wearing a pack.

Take a partner who shares the same goal as you.

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Our Collective Legacy: We all share some responsibility for Harrisburg’s past; we all should embrace responsibility for a better future.

Harrisburg is back in the national news again.

The 499 criminal counts against former Mayor Stephen Reed earned mention on the pages of the Wall Street Journal, the Washington Post and even national TV. This is just a short while after our city’s brush with bankruptcy from the incinerator debacle that brought infamy and ridicule. Depending on your perspective, the criminal charges against Reed are unnecessary grave-digging into a sordid political past or (for a seemingly growing number of people) a sense of justice finally delivered. Nearly all agree that the news represents something less than our community’s finest hour.

Similar news will likely continue for quite some time. The attorney general promised additional indictments stemming from a Reed-led “criminal enterprise” that spent millions of dollars of fees derived from municipal bond financings to purchase artifacts for museums. While some of those city-owned artifacts have already been sold off at steep losses, many more are either on public display (in the National Civil War Museum, for one) or in various storage spots around the city, including, allegedly and until recently, Reed’s personal home. Regardless of the ultimate resolution and disposition of these artifacts and the wisdom or utility of a Civil War museum, it is quite clear that city residents remain responsible for paying back the bonds that made their purchase possible.

The former “mayor for life,” who served from January 1982 until January 2010, maintains his innocence and vows to fight to clear his name. The eventual trial, perhaps together with a number of others involving those who helped to facilitate the bond fee boondoggle, promises to divert our attention from things that need to be done today to things that were done years in the past. Questions about who received what money for what work on what financings will no doubt be asked and (hopefully) answered. But the questions about what needs to be done to move our city forward unfortunately will not.

Current Mayor Eric Papenfuse rightly points out that many of the things some complain about today, including high parking and trash collection rates, as well as neglected infrastructure, are due in part to the millions in bond fees that went to build museums and buy artifacts rather than to the basic building blocks for our city. Papenfuse, in turn, deserves credit for his focus on the decidedly non-sexy items of potholes, vacant buildings, trash pick-up and safe streets, all the while under-spending on shrunken city budgets. His “more with less” approach is certainly a welcome contrast to actions detailed in the attorney general’s criminal presentment.

Papenfuse also called upon the board of the Civil War Museum to close and return the artifacts on display, saying the museum serves as a “monument to corruption.” All indications are that the board has no such intention, setting up additional acrimony and potential litigation from both sides. Regardless of your view on the merits of a Civil War museum, everyone should encourage the mayor and board to not waste yet more civic energy and resources. There should be a realization that, while none of the current parties created the situation, it is their responsibility to try to resolve it, amicably, for the benefit of the city residents who made the museum possible. The mayor and board, at minimum, should pledge to resolve the issue via negotiation and cooperation, not the court system.

For his part, Reed continues to deny any ownership of the city financial problems, claiming that a contractor’s failure to perform needed upgrades to the city-owned incinerator is to blame. The heart of the legal presentment against him, however, is whether or not Reed had the right to use fees from those financings for purposes other than those stated in the bonds. Vampire-hunting kits and buffalo heads make for easy ridicule. However, the real question is, would it make any difference if the mayor had used the funds to purchase items of a less ridiculous nature?

No doubt, the law needs to answer how it is that municipal bonds are allowed to include fees that can be used for such things. Presumably, bond buyers would be less interested in buying municipal bonds if they knew that part of the proceeds would help to build a Civil War or a Wild West museum in a small Pennsylvania city that had relatively little to do with either.

But, even if that’s true, I would caution the wider community to not use this as an opportunity for easy finger pointing, since collectively we do not escape the blame unscathed. All of us need to face difficult questions of exactly how this happened on our watch and, in some sense, take ownership, even if the main protagonists will not.

What responsibility do we all bear for this civic debacle? We, the citizens of Harrisburg, with tacit endorsement from the media and the communities around us, elected Mayor Reed a remarkable seven times over 24 years. To say that he did nothing right and that we are all merely innocent bystanders is to hide from the truth. We liked him for the good feelings he gave us and the seemingly good deeds he did.

At his best, Reed gave us a collective belief and confidence, however chimerical in retrospect it may have been, that the city was heading in the right direction. Somewhere along the line, though, things began to turn, and that collective belief and confidence began to erode. Whether it was due to his overconfidence from past successes or something more pathological in nature, Reed increasingly focused on amassing artifacts for ill-conceived museum projects that would ultimately overshadow the positives. As his longtime advisor Randy King told him, according to the grand jury report, “You’ve got to stop this, you’ve got to cut it out, it’s just going to kill your career.” Indeed it did—and nearly the city, too. But few of us noticed at the time, let alone helped King make his point.

The truth is, there was no one around to make him stop. Those close to him enabled him or benefited financially from him or both. To a person, this inner circle still doesn’t own the problem. Not their fault, they say. They were just doing what they were told.

For the most part, most of us, like them, were content to see the mayor take care of Harrisburg, so that we could go on with our lives, devoid of the responsibilities of ownership of our capital city.  While in office, Reed may have sucked all the oxygen out of the room, so to speak, but that easy vacuum allowed many of us to avoid the hard work of real civic engagement and sustainable growth and development.

More than the artifacts, the misguided museums or the alleged criminal misconduct, that might be the saddest legacy of the Reed era—that many in the region weren’t left with any real connection or feelings of responsibility toward Harrisburg. While things were going well, he was the hero; when they went wrong, the pariah. “Let the city fail,” they say. “They elected him, and we are safe out here in the suburbs.” “The city is someone else’s problem, not ours.” If this ordeal accomplishes anything, it’s hopefully showing how wrong that kind of thinking is and that it must begin to change.

For the city to truly move forward from this, we all have to acknowledge and take responsibility for what happened to make certain that it doesn’t happen again. And by that, I don’t simply mean the alleged criminal misconduct, as important as that is. More broadly, I mean we can never allow a single person or organization or entity to hold the reins of the city while ignoring our civic duties to question, engage and, most importantly, do the hard work it takes for a community to be strong—whether that means picking up trash or fixing up a building or getting involved in city life and doing more than the bare minimum that is required. Maybe it just means acknowledging that the health of Harrisburg matters to the health of our region. Maybe it just means giving a damn.

The first step is admitting. The next step is doing. This is our collective penance, and, despite whatever Reed did, it’s the legacy that we can still leave behind.

J. Alex Hartzler is publisher of TheBurg.

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Starting Young: Harrisburg no longer offers pre-K. Several groups are trying to fill the gap.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.53.32In Harrisburg, there’s a magic number—1,719.

That’s the number of 3- and 4-year-olds living in the city, according to the 2010 U.S. census. Those pre-school years, educators say, are when the brain reaches peak developmental powers. The neurological foundation for learning, socialization, communications and critical thinking is built from birth to age 5.

Educators also agree that quality pre-kindergarten helps build that foundation, especially among disadvantaged children. So, back to the number of 1,719. There are 546 children enrolled in Capital Area Head Start’s pre-school in the city of Harrisburg. An additional 400-plus are on the waiting list. A handful are in other quality programs.

As for the rest—many might be in good pre-schools, or are being raised by parents and grandparents who excel at instilling the basics of literacy and math and socialization in their little ones.

Or they might not. It’s just not known. What is known is that not all children receive quality early learning experiences, which means that they will enter kindergarten behind their peers academically and socially. If they’re not reading at grade level by third grade, they’re much less likely to graduate from high school, reports the Annie E. Casey Foundation.

Currently, the state of pre-kindergarten in Harrisburg is somewhat disjointed, comprising puzzle pieces waiting to form a cohesive picture. Many groups are doing their part. In Allison Hill, Kirk Hallett is founder and director of Joshua Group, whose Joshua Learning Center houses a pre-kindergarten serving about 25 children from the surrounding neighborhood.

“I see how valuable early childhood learning is for the rest of these kids’ lives,” says Hallett. “It gives them a chance they wouldn’t have otherwise to own their future through education, instead of the alternative. You really want to walk in that classroom and say, ‘Guess what, only half of you are gonna graduate?’ You might as well go in there and say, ‘Which half do we pick?’ And that’s what’s actually going on, in a way.”

Family Focus

In the Harrisburg area, the picture starts with Capital Area Head Start, a division of Keystone Human Services, which provides pre-kindergarten and other early learning services for children in Dauphin, Cumberland and Perry counties.

With federal funding, Head Start serves families with incomes up to 100 percent of the poverty line, or $24,250 for a family of four. Additional state funds extend services to families earning three times as much, or about $75,000, but in the city, most families served are “either the working poor, or they fall at 100 percent,” says Jo Pepper, executive director of Capital Area Head Start.

Through Head Start, every child builds educational, social and emotional skills according to a personalized development plan. All parents are assisted with parenting skills and their own personal goals, such as earning a GED or learning new job skills.

“Our vision is to be a state-of-the-art early childhood program that is responsive to the needs of children and family,” Pepper says. “We’re preparing children for school and success in life.”

There was a time when the Harrisburg School District got grant funding to run its own pre-kindergarten classes, but those classes were eliminated when the funding crisis hit. Today, Head Start’s Harrisburg classrooms include seven leased in the school district’s Foose Elementary, and there’s hope for four more.

“Being in school provides opportunities for more interaction between our teachers and kindergarten and first- and second-grade teachers, more opportunities to work on curriculum or programming together,” says Pepper. “I’m not saying we have really attained success, but we’re working on it.”

The district, meanwhile, has convened an Early Childhood Task Force with the goal of turning Foose into an early childhood academy, says Superintendent Dr. Sybil Knight-Burney.

The academy would house pre-kindergarten classrooms and much more—a health center, a “reading library” of books that children can read by themselves or with parents, resources for grandparents raising children, and spaces where parents and grandparents can understand their role “to create safe learning environments, establish routines, do simple games to help children learn colors, write, learn their ABCs—basic things to be ready to go to school,” says Knight-Burney.

“How do we have a building that really focuses on the family and on really helping students try to get up to speed or get up to the grade level where they should be, and help them progress in the right way?” says Knight-Burney. “We know the importance of being in a literacy-rich environment, but what happens if you don’t come to school from a literacy-rich environment?”

The district is also reaching out to other pre-schools, such as church-based programs, because “someone has these kids somewhere, and we’ve been looking for them,” says Knight-Burney.

The intent is to create “external classrooms,” aligned with learning standards and earning state Keystone STARS ratings indicating high quality, she says.

The hitch, as always, is funding. The four additional Head Start classrooms for Foose depend on funding from Pennsylvania Pre-K Counts, a state allocation for quality pre-K aligned with school curricula and standards. The external classrooms program is looking for Educational Improvement Tax Credits, a state program that grants businesses tax credits in exchange for educational donations. An early childhood academy would require a wide range of funding sources and community partners.

The Best Kid

Outside the realm of public funding, Joshua Group’s pre-school was founded around 2013 when a retired educator volunteered to start a program. Originally, families were recruited from the St. Francis of Assisi’s soup kitchen. Word of mouth brought in other families.

Teacher Emily Hallett, Kirk’s daughter who has an early childhood degree, says that some children arrive not knowing “colors, letters, shapes.” Their parents don’t understand their roles as teachers “because they weren’t brought up that way.” While she’s teaching children the basics, she’s providing parents tips on such things as counting steps as they walk up the stairs or counting socks as they fold laundry.

As for the children, she is intent on instilling not just academics but a “structural routine.”

“A lot of it’s, ‘Sit still, learn to walk nicely in the hallway, use your manners,’” she says. “I know kids who were kicked out of public school because they have ‘behavior problems.’ No. He’s a boy. He’s 4.”

What the child ate for breakfast—if there was any breakfast—and a troubled home situation can also enter into the classroom, she says. But her students are learning while they play, and they’re finding stability, which is known to counteract the damaging effects of toxic stress, such as drug use or abuse in the home, on the developing brain.

“When they’re here, I hold all my kids to high expectations, even my 4 and 5 year olds,” she says. “You look at me and say, ‘Excuse me.’ When you’re going from Joshua Group, you’re going to be the best kid you can be.”

Harrisburg resident Layton Potter has seen the difference Joshua Group pre-school has made in his twin daughters as they prepare to enter kindergarten. They’re his “miracle children,” born preemies and now living in the inner city, where “there’s not much emphasis on learning and respect.”

Through Joshua Group, they indulge their inquisitiveness and learn manners, while the guidance he received in parenting and life choices helps him “set a path and stick to the foundation they laid.”

“I really needed to buckle down and give my all to my girls,” he says. “It made my life better. I’m making better choices, better decisions. I have to be a role model all the time.”

Wrap Support

Of course, as pre-school operators like to say, parents are their children’s first and most important teachers. To help wrap pre-schoolers 24/7 in the enriching atmosphere that boosts development, the Foundation for Enhancing Communities administers Parents & Partners, through federal funds disbursed by the state.

Parents & Partners targets Harrisburg’s elementary schools, enhancing school readiness, literacy and family engagement. The program reaches families through disparate threads in the community. Head Start and Joshua Group waiting lists, Boys and Girls Club, Salvation Army, soup kitchens, shelters, church programs, Tri-County Community Action—anywhere there’s programming for families, there are parents whose children need school readiness.

“These families have become so disconnected,” says Parents & Partners program manager Leslie Fick. “The generational poverty continues to perpetuate itself, and sometimes, they just don’t know where to go. This program is intended to wrap support around the family through multiple community partners.”

The wide-ranging program includes teacher professional development on engaging families and cultural awareness, family events, providing school supplies and even creating a calendar with parenting tips. All are delivered through community partners, including the Harrisburg school district. Parenting classes have attracted families who attend successive sessions because they’re learning so much.

“I’ve seen a big change in the moms and how they interact with their kids,” says Fick. “The extension of language, asking what color is this. They’ve told us their children are more apt to learn. They notice things they hadn’t noticed before.”

TFEC is seeking expanded involvement and donations from businesspeople, who have a stake because quality early learning instills the foundation for STEM skills and workplace ethics that businesses will continue to demand in coming years.

“There are a lot of wonderful minds in these little children that need to be developed, and who knows?” says TFEC President and CEO Janice R. Black. “We could have geniuses in this group, and we don’t even know it. These kids deserve a chance. They are worthy. The parents are worthy. They just don’t know how to do it, so we’re helping them.”

Solid Platform

Among the pieces waiting to find their place in the puzzle is the pre-kindergarten planned for Education Row, GreenWorks Development’s proposal for a spectrum of learning clustered in Midtown Harrisburg.

Education Row is slated to feature a U-GRO learning center whose early education component starts with child care at age 1 and extends through pre-kindergarten up to age 5. With well-trained staff and a state-of-the-art playground, the center would incorporate high-quality, standards-based programming toward the goal of assuring children “the social and emotional skills that will enable them to succeed in kindergarten,” says U-GRO President and CEO Greg Holsinger.

“Because by the time they are in third grade, they’ve probably been labeled, unfortunately, as a child that will succeed or a child that won’t, so it’s vital that children can start with a real good, solid platform in kindergarten,” he says.

The facility, in the renovated Republican Club in the 1400-block of N. 3rd Street, would initially educate about 105 children, hopefully from a “complete demographic mix” of neighborhood children from low-income families and the kids of Capitol complex staffers, says Holsinger.

He’s seeking state-administered federal funding that would shave the tuition, possibly to average about $200 a week, for working families. Eventually, as many as 250 children could be served. Some would continue to Commonwealth Connections Academy, another Education Row tenant, while others would attend school elsewhere.

“If you’ve given kids the right start in pre-K, they’re gonna tackle whatever’s next,” says GreenWorks CEO Doug Neidich.

GreenWorks is “aggressively pursuing” the state and federal funding that will complete the financing picture, to allow groundbreaking around April 2016 and opening by April 2017, he says.

The funding needed to grow all pre-kindergarten offerings comes in a trickle. Gov. Tom Wolf’s 2015-16 budget proposal included a $120 million increase for pre-K, on top of existing funding.

For pre-K providers in Harrisburg, it can’t come soon enough. Joshua Group’s Hallett calls it a “no-brainer if we want to reduce significantly the levels of poverty and all those things that come with it—the crime, the delinquency, the budget, prisons, everything that drains a civilization.”

Pepper, of Capital Area Head Start, sees a growing need for high-quality early childhood programs.

“And, yes, I continue to believe that as people become more educated about the importance of early childhood and a child’s later success in life, the money’s going to continue.”

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Taking Flight: Alan Tumblin has built a unique business for Pennsylvania—a private wine shop.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.53.03Alan Tumblin, the friendly proprietor of Castlerigg Wine Shop, greeted me from behind his tasting bar as I walked inside the Queen Anne manse in downtown Carlisle.

A couple of stone dragons were perched on the floor by the entry, and Bacchus, the god of wine, stood in a corner wearing a grape leaf as a loin cloth. Located in the borough’s historic district, Castlerigg is something rare in Pennsylvania—a non-state-owned wine shop.

Tumblin was quick to point out how he—legally—gets around the state monopoly. He sells wine on behalf of two Pennsylvania wineries, which are permitted, as part of their licenses, to operate as many as five satellite locations.

“I have a personal mission,” he said. “I want to dispel the myth that Pennsylvania can’t make good wine and provide a great atmosphere for an education.”

Tumblin—dressed in a kilt, his usual attire—and I sat at a table in the dining area. I asked him about the shop’s name.

“Originally, I wanted to call my shop ‘Standing Stone Wine Shop,’ but learned there was a similarly named winery in the Finger Lakes,” he said.

In the end, he decided to name his business Castlerigg after one of the largest and most picturesque stone circles in England. Tumblin explained that he had always been fascinated with these ancient rings and had even constructed a standing stone circle on his home’s lawn with large stones he had shipped from the Ohio farm where he grew up.

Wine Shop to Wine Bar

Upon entering the corporate world, Tumblin moved to Pennsylvania and fell in love with Carlisle, especially the downtown area, with its diversity and history. He also saw an opportunity, as there were no officially licensed wineries in Carlisle and no wine shops other than the state stores. So, he decided to open one.

To prepare, he visited 19 wineries in six months, focusing on several criteria.

First, he had to like the wine well enough to want to sell it. Secondly, the winery had to like him well enough to do business with him. And, third, he wanted to be close enough to the winery to receive product, but far enough away that people would visit his shop for the wine. He ultimately partnered with Seven Mountains Wine Cellars in Centre County and The Vineyard at Grandview in Lancaster County.

In November 2013, he opened in a Carlisle mansion known as the Batem House. Rich in history and intricate in design, it was the perfect place for a wine shop, he believed.

Upon entering, an ornate front door greets you. It’s original to the house, as are the chestnut floors, the trim work and three fireplaces. Stained glass and artwork from local artisans decorate every room. In addition to the house’s history, Tumblin was drawn to the building because it is situated in the heart of downtown near BYOB restaurants and many other attractions.

The tasting bar, embellished with Celtic knots, is where guests receive an education in tasting.

“I expected to be a wine shop, but have embraced becoming a wine bar,” said Tumblin.

More Aware

Monica, a staff member, said she likes to teach people how to understand different flavors in the wines.

Patrons are presented with a wine glass, which has a logo consisting of a diagram of Castlerigg’s stone circle. Then menus are fanned across the bar. You can choose a flight of five wines or a pairing of wines, cheeses and chocolates, or a side-by-side wine comparison. (For fun, compare Seven Mountain’s cabernet franc alongside the Vineyard at Grandview’s cabernet franc—same grape, completely different results.)

Sit in the dining area and enjoy your wine, as well as light appetizers and desserts. Two outdoor, cozy porches are available for you to sip, eat, listen to music and people-watch.

For the past two years, St. Patrick’s Day has been celebrated with a five-course Irish dinner, each course paired with a wine. Castlerigg also has hosted retirements, painting parties, bridal showers and colonel promotions from the nearby U.S. Army War College.

The wine bar leads directly into the shop, where you can browse the selection of 50 wines, offerings from both wineries from dry to sweet. While you can’t leave the shop with a filled glass in hand, you can leave with a corked bottle—or a case of your favorite wine. Also for sale is wine bling such as T-shirts, wine journals and bottle openers.

The shop also features complementary food products like flavored oils and vinegars made in Lititz and jams and jellies produced in Centre Hall. The cheeses and chocolates are also local (Clover Creek Cheese Cellar and Mummert Candy Co.) and available for purchase.

I asked Tumblin how business was going.

“The first couple months were exhausting, but then I got into a rhythm,” he said. “We’re halfway through our second year and are exceeding last year’s sales.”

As for the future, Tumblin expressed no immediate plans to expand, as he’s limited by space. He has given thought to a distillery, but noted that prospect would come with issues of its own. Mostly, he’d like to keep growing with more patrons and more events.

“I’ve built a relationship with the local B&Bs and the restaurants,” he said. “People are more aware of Castlerigg.”

Castlerigg Wine Shop is located at 110 S. Hanover St., Carlisle. For more information, call 717-462-4663 or visit www.castleriggwineshop.com.

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The Write Stuff: “A Novel Idea” puts aspiring authors through the paces.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.57.01Twenty-five years ago, Roger Smith, executive director of the Perry County Council of the Arts (PCCA), wrote a novel that he put his heart and soul into.

“I found an agent,” Smith said, “and she peddled it all over New York City, but no publisher picked it up, and I didn’t know why.”

He put the novel in a drawer, and, while he periodically pined over it, not much else happened.

Fast-forward to winter 2014, when Smith spotted an article about a workshop for writers. Thinking about starting something similar here, he contacted me, and we brainstormed one afternoon over a couple of beers. Thus marked the origin of “A Novel Idea,” a program for new writers under the flag of PCCA.

“So, in a sense, I was the target audience for this one-year writing course,” Smith said.

Taking Shape

We knew the program’s success would hinge on quality faculty. So, short story writer and playwright Lori Myers was one of the first authors we contacted.

“When Don asked me, well, I jumped at the chance,” said Myers. “It’s a win-win. On the one hand, students become immersed in one aspect of novel writing for an entire morning. For faculty, it’s a way to give back to those just starting out or those in the midst of a writing project. We are inspired by teaching them.”

Ann Stewart has taught the creative writing program at the Fredericksen Library for many years.  In her view, one of the most important things for a writer to learn is how to become a masterful editor.

“As the saying goes, you don’t get a second chance to make a good first impression,” she said.  “And, believe me, it’s true when you send a novel to an editor or agent.”

A six-person faculty developed a curriculum, and the class filled quickly. Designed for both new and experienced writers, “A Novel Idea”drew students from as far away as Lancaster and State College to the Landis House in Newport.

Carrie Jacobs felt that she got the most from classes that encouraged a lot of interaction.

“Aside from the instructors, my fellow students were a great source of information,” she said.

Jacobs also was a fan of the materials that the instructors provided, which gave her something to review other than her notes. The social aspect of the program was another highlight.

“I found a great deal of value in the post-class gatherings at Espresso Yourself in Newport,” she said. “Interacting with the instructors in a more casual way gave helpful insight into the writing profession beyond each specific topic.”

Classes didn’t just include the novel-writing process. They also covered the nuts and bolts of preparing and submitting a manuscript.

“My job in the workshop was to address the myriad of things a new writer will need,” said Laurie Edwards, an experienced writer, editor and publisher. “These include writing a query letter and a synopsis, then how to follow up with an agent or an editor.”

The New Class

Building on feedback from the 12-month session, author Cathy Jordan developed a curriculum for the next “A Novel Idea”program, which will begin in September.

This time, writers will be asked to bring a theme for their story to the first class.

“During that session, we can flesh out their premise, then talk about the need for believable characters, a plot that will hook and keep readers, as well as developing an interesting and believable setting,” Jordan said.

The next class will provide a detailed look at character building, the third will address how to develop a plot, and the fourth will focus on how to build a realistic setting. Throughout the rest of the year, workshops will be added on dialogue, setting the scene, story structure and many of the other building blocks needed for a publishable novel.

Parallel to the yearlong writing course, PCCA plans to offer themed, daylong writing workshops.  The first workshop, on Aug. 15, features Jordan teaching “How to Write a Query Letter.” Myers follows on Oct. 17 with her popular workshop, “How to Write a Memoir.”

Future workshops will focus on such areas as fantasy novels, play-writing, writing for newspapers and magazines and short story writing.

Sandy Nork, a student from the first year, recommends “A Novel Idea” for the holistic experience, from the faculty to the content to the fellow students.

“The other class members were as diverse as I expected,” she said. “One of the benefits of this class was hearing how that diversity played into their work. I thought the instructors were excellent, and the topic breakdown made sense to me.”

IF YOU GO

Beginning Sept. 12, A Novel Ideawill be held on the second Saturday of each month from 9:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. with a break in January. Tuition for 12 sessions is $250 or $30 per session depending on space. A non-refundable deposit of $100 secures a space, with the remainder due by Aug. 28.

Beginning Aug. 15, PCCA’s one-day workshops will be held the third Saturday of every other month from 9:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. Tuition of $75 includes lunch.

“A Novel Idea”and PCCA’s one-day focused workshops will take place at Landis House, 67 N. 4th St., Newport.

For more information about “A Novel Idea” and PCCA’s one-day focused workshops, contact Jasmine Colbert at 717-567-7023 or visit www.perrycountyarts.org
 
 
Don Helin published his first thriller, “Thy Kingdom Come,” in 2009.  His second, “Devil’s Den,” was selected as a finalist in the 2013 Indie Book Awards. His latest thriller, “Secret Assault,” won best suspense/thriller at the 2015 Indie Book Awards. Contact Don at www.donhelin.com.

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Don’t Hate on Harrisburg: All cities have problems, and this one is coming back.

Screenshot 2015-07-31 09.50.26It never ceases to shock me how unabashedly people bash the city of Harrisburg.

Yes, shock. I’m shocked at what people say.

People say this place is a pathetic slum that is ruined beyond repair. People say the residents of this city are degenerates. People call for boycott and rally vehemently for others to despise this capital city. The fever pitch too often sounds like a lynch mob ready to set fire to the pyre they’ve built at the base of this place.

The hate comes in many forms. Sometimes, it’s nasty comments left anonymously under bleeding headlines. Sometimes, it’s proudly owned and freely distributed on social media. Other times, it’s proclaimed face to face.

In those instances when someone unabashedly bashes Harrisburg to my face, it’s as if I deserve to hear it because I choose to live in the city.

It’s extremely unsettling.

When did this happen? When did the people of this region determine it was okay to spurn and spit on the capital city and kick it while it’s down?

Yeah, it’s down. No one’s denying that. But down doesn’t mean worthless.

There’s a lot of value here, not just in the history and establishment of this place but in its people.

Harrisburg is rich with potential. It’s a small city with big-city virtues like diversity, culture and options. These are all lying right beside its issues, problems and challenges.

The fact of the matter is the difficulties that Harrisburg faces are the same for American cities across the nation.

That’s what’s especially shocking to me when I hear the vitriol. It’s as if the people of this region have never read about municipal financial struggles or heard of urban revitalization.

It’s as if people around here haven’t read any of the numerous articles or seen the countless documentaries on the struggles of cities across the nation. Everywhere, cities are recalibrating and rebuilding.

If more people were aware how ordinary Harrisburg is in this regard, perhaps they would see the narrowness of their contempt.

Perhaps if more people realized how common it is for cities to make comebacks, more people would be supportive and engaged in Harrisburg’s renewal.

Harrisburg did it before. It was dismissed as hopeless. Then with persistent ambition and collaboration, it became something else. It became beautiful and special.

A hundred years ago, so much effort was directed at making Harrisburg better that so much about it became new and innovative—the roads, the parks, the streetlights, the transit, the architecture, the engineering. When it was shiny new, the public loved it and applauded Harrisburg as a 20th-century model city.

Then, like many places, the shine dulled and the innovation became outdated. Like cities across the nation, people turned their backs on this urban core and saluted the suburbs as the next best thing.

However, that attitude is changing once again.

Just like before, more and more people want to live, work and play in cities. They want the urban vibe and the convenience. They want the concentrated options and the unique experiences that only a city can give.

Despite the hyperbolic, fallacious claims of the ignorant haters, Harrisburg’s got all that.

The sport of hating Harrisburg irresponsibly overlooks the incredible opportunity this entire region has to reconstruct a really cool city.

I think we have to ask ourselves: Why so much hate towards Harrisburg?

This entire region would do well to examine the source of this hate. When people who aren’t from around here visit or move in, they, too, are wholly shocked at the bashing of Harrisburg.

Therefore, it seems as if it’s something entrenched in this region. So, what is it?

It’s time to recognize some very real prejudices directed at this place and its people.  When people point to Harrisburg and declare it ugly, despicable and vile, what’s the true source of their distaste?

Because, quite frankly, it just doesn’t make sense to hate one place and its people so much, especially a capital city along a river.

Tara Leo Auchey is the creator and editor of today’s the day, Harrisburg. www.todaysthedayhbg.com.

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Student Scribes: Tie My Arm Behind My Back

The only interruption to the sweet sound of silence that Craig loved so much was the steady clicking of his keyboard.

His laptop occupied the center of the desk in the corner of the room, away from all distractions in the simple apartment: three rooms, all he needed. The main room, his bedroom, housed a twin-sized bed opposite the clean, sleek desk where he spent most of his time. One dresser completed the room, his clothes fitting into four drawers. The kitchen contained an oven, never warm, a mini-fridge and his microwave for heating late night take-out. His bathroom, if the closet-sized extension could be call “room,” crammed a sink, shower, and toilet, into the dollhouse-like space.

Tonight, like every other night, Craig worked, preparing for tomorrow’s meeting. His brain raced as fast as his fingers clicked. Spreadsheets, expansions, marketing, all of the business insider information he had gathered throughout his years with Benison and Sons. Eight years of long nights, missed parties and no girlfriends were all going to be worth it.

Mr. Benison’s eldest son, John, left the business one week ago, apparently too good for the oil pipe and accessories game. Mr. Benison could have called tomorrow’s meeting a luau, but everybody really knew it was an open audition for John’s job. And Craig felt certain that job had his name on it—eight years of ass-kissing and hard work made him the rightful heir to the vice president position.

Who else would be worthy—Cathy? If the vice president’s job consisted of staring out the door and eating a doughnut, then yes, Cathy deserved the job. Ken Benison posed the only real threat as the youngest of the Benison kids. If work ethic passed down genetically, Ken would be adopted. Benison and Son, Craig thought, should be called Benison and Craig.

He finished his last bullet point, picked out his black wool suit, and set his alarm to seven. As he got into bed, he couldn’t help but feel proud; years of hard work to be realized tomorrow. He closed his eyes, growing sleepy, recalling the late nights working in his studio, all the times he blew off his friends, the girls he didn’t call. Craig fell asleep, his smile turning to a frown.

The alarm broke up Craig’s sleep. His eyes opened and he struggled to clear his morning daze. At 7 a.m., Craig rolled over and motioned for the top of the clock, a simple action he performed every morning, except this morning.

Craig’s blurry vision cleared from the shock of his alarm blaring. Like a mule, he kicked his sheets off, exposing the reality of this new day: He had no arms. Terrified, he examined himself up and down. His shoulder, smooth, rounded off at the end, from there…nothing. He swung his body back and forth, side to side, praying his arms would somehow pop out. The beeping of the alarm clock seemed to bounce off every wall of the tiny apartment until Craig couldn’t take it anymore. He shot out of bed like a rocket, using only his legs and abdominals. Confused, terrified, pissed off, he slammed his head against the clock with the rage of a man who woke up with no arms. His eyes rolled behind his eyelids, as he fell to the ground along with the clock, out cold.

Craig’s eyes fluttered open, a swollen black eye preventing him from seeing clearly. Finally focused, his eyes met the clock on the floor next to him. 8:20 a.m. Forty minutes until his meeting started.

He rolled over to his door like a child down a hill. No way would he miss this meeting. Pressing his face to the door, he inched his way to his knees as he broke down the situation in his head. If he got ready in five minutes, caught a cab, he could get there in 20. He’d give himself 10 extra minutes, accounting for his current state. Only 30 minutes, and a whole extra 10 minutes to prepare at the office! Focusing all his weight on his knees, he jumped up and landed on his feet. He fancied himself an escaping James Bond, a severely handicapped James Bond.

Staring at his clothes hanging on his door, Craig quickly realized five minutes wasn’t going to be enough time to get ready. He nudged the suit with his head until it fell to the floor. Like a dog, he dug his head into the suit trying to wiggle his way in. Not working. The suit moved around his body like a worm. The clock read 8:30 a.m.

Craig examined his armless body, standing tall in his boxers. Screw it.

The wind rushed up Craig’s legs as he ran out of his building, his boxers billowing with each step. People stared, but he didn’t care. Men in suits dotted the busy street, raising their hands, hailing cabs. One by one, cabs stopped, the businessmen disappearing into them. Craig looked down at his semi-naked body. He twitched his shoulder blade, attempting to call a cab. It was like a mute person trying to scream. He looked down at where his arm would be…no watch. Idiot! He had to do something quick.

“Stop! Stop, please god stop!” Craig ran out in the middle of the street. Like a madman, he jumped up and down shouting, facing a cab speeding toward him like a bullet. It stopped in front of him. The driver ran out of the car and opened up the door.

“Quick. Quick get in! Buckle up.”

Buckle up? They stared at each other.

“Okay, let’s go to the hospital!” The cab driver pushed the pedal down.

“No, thank you though. Can you just take me to Benison and Sons please?”

“You have no arms! You need the hospital.”

Craig tuned out the cab driver’s speech, and looked at the cab’s clock. 8:55 a.m. He was cutting it close. Not only was he cutting it close, he forgot his briefcase, but he knew his presentation like the back of his hand, if he had one.

They pulled up to Benison and Sons. “Are you sure I can’t take you to the hospital?” the driver asked as he opened the door. “You have no arms!”

Craig scurried out the door. He wanted to pay him, but he didn’t have his wallet or pants or arms to pull out his wallet from his pants. He left the cab driver there, scratching his head.

As he ran into the office, he passed Cathy munching a doughnut.

“You are late,” she said.

“You are eating a doughnut!” Craig rushed to the elevator. Shit. He slammed his head against the elevator button, recessed into the panel.

“Cathy can you hit this button for me?”

“I’m eating a doughnut, my hands are tied,” Cathy said, powder sugar spitting out.

She’s mocking me. Doesn’t she know how serious it is to not have arms, out of the blue? How dare she make fun of it.

Craig rushed to the spiraling marble stairs, his brain running through all his material. Expansions, numbers, logistics, the job was his. He got to the door to find it closed. He rammed it with his entire body.

Ken sat next to his dad. “Craig!” Mr. Benison said, rising from his position at the head of the table. Craig fell through the wooden door, looking up at the large conference room.

“I’m sorry Mr. Benison. I know I’m late. I have my report ready though. I’ll show you I’m the right choice for the promotion!”

Mr. Benison laughed. “Craig, it’s called Benison and Son, not Benison and Craig.”

The whole conference room lit up with laughter. Craig stood, eyes spinning, eyeing all of them.

“Also, where are your arms? Where are your clothes?”

Craig walked out, head bowed in defeat. The cool morning’s chill went through his exposed body like an arm is supposed to go through its socket. He headed towards the hospital, not caring who stared at him. Spreadsheets, analytics, PowerPoints no longer monopolized his thoughts—only the fact that he had no arms. Then it really hit him: He had no arms. Craig sprinted through the streets, healthier than he had ever felt in his life.

Iain Sunday is a junior at CASA Charter School.

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