Wednesday, December 31, 2008
So I was wondering, if we had a "drop" ceremony in little ol' Ligonier, what would we drop?
A gazebo? Maybe too complicated. A cannonball from the fort? A Mochachino Rocket?
Happy New Year, folks. May divine providence smile on you with many blessings in 2009.
LIGONIER — Laurel Valley’s Patrick Hall had quite the day Tuesday.
With 33 points, he easily eclipsed the 1,000-point mark for his career. He brought home tournament MVP honors and his Laurel Valley squad captured the boys championship of the Ligonier Valley Holiday Basketball Classic with a 61-47 win over host Ligonier Valley.
The Bethlen Hospice at 618 W. Main St. opened Dec. 8. Officials accepted their first patient Dec. 17, Ridilla said.
"We are extremely grateful for this generous donation," said Ridilla, 56. "We believe as Mr. Gibson does that hospice is very important in the final chapter of life."
The Bethlen Hospice offers in-home hospice services throughout Westmoreland County and parts of Somerset County, Ridilla said. It also provides in-patient services to the entire community, along with residents of the Bethlen Communities and Ligonier Gardens, Ridilla said.Read more....
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Of every $100 spent in a chain store, $14 goes back into the local economy. For a locally owned business, $45 goes back. more here
Just think what we could do if we thought about purchasing locally as often as we can!
This Ligonierian just got a Blackberry and is in LOVE. Be patient but I think it will be easier to blog/post! :)
Breaded Dave's Way or Naked
Buffalo - Bar-B-Que - Seasoned Cajun - Thai Chili - Roadhouse Mix - Buffalo Bleu - Buffalo Ranch - Butter and Garlic - Butter Parmesan
Mild 1 . . . . . . . . . . 10 Hottest
Matt Beckman says, “Hitting people is what I love to do. That gasp of breath from a player when you hit him is what really drives me...”
“I was really surprised and honored when Coach (Roger) Beitel called and told me,” Beckman said about receiving the honor. “The past players who have been players of the year, I remember I’ve read about them and thought that they were all really good. I’m really glad to be included among those players and to be able to represent Ligonier.”
Beckman, 5-foot-11, 230 pounds, was the area’s second-leading tackler with 142, including 105 solo stops. He averaged 17.8 tackles per game with a quarterback sack from his inside slot.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
We know there are many out there who knew and loved Mark and Cathi has asked that we pass the word.
Much sympathy to the Rhodes family.
Shadiya Howell's confidence may waver, but her dreams of being a national wrestling champion and 2012 Olympian are intact.
Even if it means working out with, competing against and usually being defeated by boys.
"I'm the girl with enough pride to go out there," said Howell, who at 5-foot-3.5 and 116 pounds is called upon to compete in the 119-pound class for Ligonier Valley's wrestling team.
"It's not fun going out and getting beat by boys. I keep going, though. I always have my eyes set on the future. I keep my head up."
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
The Legend: It was Christmas and the court cook for the Duke of Milan, had no dessert to offer. So the guests were given a sweet bread baked by a mere kitchen boy, named Tony (Antonio), which won exceptional praise. Rather than steal the praise for himself, the cook congratulated his assistant and named it after him Panettone – “pane” a loaf of bread and “tone” (pronounced “tonay”). Panettone is literally the “bread of Tony.”
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Some folks are probably saying, “Here we go again.” And who can blame them?
But we’ll continue to get excited every time someone mentions the prospects for a return of the ski industry to the Laurel Mountain ridges along Route 30 between Jennerstown and Ligonier.