Boyertown Blog

The past couple of Easters we've ridden the posh Colebrook train, and last time Ron said we'd have to check-out Boyertown some time. I knew my favorite sweet cider, Frecon's, came from there, and it looked fun. It was more fun than we thought. The morning began with a funeral of a dear friend, so I wasn't counting on having such a good time. We started at Bridget's Place where Ron got me a gorgeous citrine crystal. We're going to have to go back there with my brother and drink wine and make scented candles. Then, we went to The Peppermint Stick Candy Store. That was like going back in time to Betty's. Betty's was the penny candy store we walked to from Grandma's when I was a kid. Mummy used to walk to Betty's, too. Betty was an older lady before my time. At the shop I got old fashioned clove candy and violet gum. Then, we met this fabulous lady where I got some mushroom cards to share with my many pen pals and quince hand lotion she made herself. Quince is my favorite scent, it drives me wild. Boyertown is The Bears so there are clawsome bears everywhere, my favorite is the library bear, here. We found another old theater like The Strand in Hamburg, only this place is even older, 1912. They were showing The Rocky Horror Picture Show and A Nightmare Before Christmas, seven dollars a ticket. The graves dated back to the sixteenth century. The pet store was off the hook. Check-out Yin Yang ferret bliss. There was a little black poodle hopping up and down: darling. Ron got Mars, my scarlet Betta, a new little dolphin pot. He's checking-it-out. They had an entire Betta section there, but none of their Bettas looked happy like my boys. We finished off the trip with supper at The Iron Stone, another place we must take my brother. I had an excellent drink called The Ghost Whisperer made with elderflowers and cranberry, two of my favorites. Ron loved the shepherd's pie, and my flat bread was better than my a'pizza. Plus, I got a growler of Frecon's pear cider that I'm drinking just this minute which is even better than the sweet stuff. Why can't I get Frecon's everywhere? It puts Angry Orchard to shame. After we got home Shiner and I watched Hallmark's Canadian The Legend of Sleepy Hollow from 1999. I'm accustomed to Disney's Bing Crosby and Jeff Goldblum's eighties version, both are good. I used to teach this story, so I was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. What a fun fall! 

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Boyertown Bears

Boyertown Graves

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

 

Tara by Annette Himstedt

Tara, my original Himmie, is all ready for Valentine's in my old baby dress. I'd gotten the bear for Mummy for Valentine's Day, over twenty years ago. Ron got me the vampire bear. I have three of those from him, also the red devil, my favorite, and an Irish bear I put out for Saint Patrick's Day. They are Vermont Teddy Bears, and I highly recommend them, too. I still look for Himstedts. Although I have seven, there are three more I'd like. I've willed Tara to my Best Witch. I got her in the nineties, and recently told her she might get her before I die, but I'm not ready to part with her yet. She's one of my three German girls, and I might be partial. The others I have my eye on are another Italian, (I have Morgana), an Indian, Anila, and the big Hawaiian, Maniloa... The Italian, Minou, was one of the first I saw, along with Tara, here. I've got a porcelain Jan Mclean that resembles her, but I still covet her after all these years.