Saturday, October 24, 2009

Home For The Holidays II, Gettysburg, PA


 Quite The Stir Bungalow Bed and Breakfast
A Sentimental Journey Bed and Breakfast
Gettysburg, PA

As We Present
A Gettysburg Open House
A Childrens' CharityFriday, December 11, 2009 between 5:00 pm and 8:00 pm, join Gettysburg's finest establishments as they open their doors to the public:

Friday, December 11, 2009 between 5:00 pm and 8:00 pm, join Gettysburg's finest establishments as they open their doors to the public:

Quite The Stir Bungalow...a 1930s/1940's Bed and Breakfast
500 W. Middle Street , Gettysburg, PA

Creating Quite The Stir Event Planners
 500 W. Middle Street, Gettysburg, PA

A Sentimental Journey Bed and Breakfast
433 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

The United States Christian Commission
242 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

The United States Christian Commission Log Chapel
 Chambersburg St, Gettysburg, PA

Adams County Winery
25 Chambersburg Street, Gettysburg, PA

Aces High
 433 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

Tillie Pierce Bed and Breakfast
303 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

Cafe Saint-Amand French Bistro
 48 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

Home Front General Store
312 Baltimore Street, Gettysburg, PA

Images Web Design

Myers Neon

The Lion Potter
855 Taneytown Road, Gettysburg, PA

The Gettysburg Experience Magazine
Gettysburg, PA

Meet Felicia and enjoy a sampling of her delicious treats at the Bungalow!Courtesy of Tasties Bakery
Spring Grove, PA

Lowe's of Hanover, PA and their kind donation of Christmas Trees


Join Carolers and musicians as they stroll through Gettysburg Streets...rekindle Norman Rockwells' yesterday!

A special display of 1940 WWII telephone courtesy of Adams County Telephone Supply

Many more town merchants and participants will welcome in the Yuletide Holiday for this second history making open house tour!

The "Swinging" Christmas music, sights and sounds of the 1940's will come alive at Quite The Stir Bungalow.

There will be a display of children's toys from the 1930's through the 1940's and an outdoor highlight among fresh cut pine trees twinkling with large globe C-9 lights of the era. All throughout the night at Quite The Stir, you'll find glimpses from the era of the big bands and the greatest generation of the WWII era including the life size replica of the 25th anniversary "Leg Lamp" from A Christmas Story! NEW this Holiday Season...A 1930s/1940s Five and Dime Recreation with candies for the family!

Other merchants and participants will share their own brand of hospitality from tours, candy canes and cider to cracking Yule log and the fresh scent of pine as you follow your own tour route (Participant Listings at each stop)! A tuba fest on the square and live nativity, along with carolers, will add to the Norman Rockwell type Christmas! It just may be that you'll catch snowflakes of joy and warm memories during "Home for the Holidays"

No Admission Charged to the Public.

Donations are being accepted for a local children's foundation. Please look for the red and white striped candy canes which designate these donation points.

For further information please contact the at (717) 549-3631.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

An Impulse To Soar!

“Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.”

"Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.”

                                                                                                   Les Brown

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

                                                                                                   Helen Keller

If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.

                                                                                                   Latin Proverb

It sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.

                                                                                                   Eric Hoffer

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

                                                                                                   Theodore Roosevelt

Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
                                                                                                   Winston Churchill

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

History Shed A Tear Of Pride Back In 1945

30 Miles South of No Where's Yonder you'll find the Heller twins, Tweet and Rip, hers and his. Alongside of the twins, you'll find two of the dullest, darnedest big hearted "with a lot of tease ripping in them" brothers, Darnell and Guz. Bringing up the rear, sewing the twins in a nice weevil riddled flour bag was the sisters, Justine and Becker, plain shore enough, with smiles that's like as not light up the whole valley like fireworks if you'd let them!

Among the Heller kin, leastwise anybodies' kin, there shore wasn't anything more special and unpredictable than the Heller twins! It is them two who made history shed a tear of pride, away back in 1945. Changed the town, and some say, by gum, the whole country sorta shifted places in their moral universe and turpitude! Of course, nowadays, what Tweet and Rip managed to accomplish then, some would just call "celebrating diversity through exploration" or some name that just don't ring true what happened, for real.

Food was hard to come by, everywhere, rations were tight, biogtry was hard to swallow and tempers were tried.

Happened there lived down from the Heller twins, a John Schmidt and his Missus, Elvey Nells, straight from the forests of Germany. I don't need to tell you, but with the War on full, tweren't too easy for John and Elvey Nells, no how! Why what with lots of folks given them the evil eye when they went to the town some days, and all because they answered to the name of Schmidt and was somewheres away back, related to those dastards given our boys heck over in Rhineland.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, wasn't long before John Schmidt up and died from contracting the worst case of pneumonia seen in years 'round those valleys. Elvey Nells got stricken with the same while nursing John most long days and longer nights. She out chased the pneumonia, but only barely, and was left with a limp like to throw her body left and right when she walked, and kept a whole lotta folks scratching their heads in wonder. I'm a drifting again...

Yessir, John never did out chase the pneumonia. After he gasped a final shuddering spasmodic gulp of air and looked skyward like he was hearing angelic harps, he left Elvey Nells a fending pretty much alone and in a fair financial bind, for sure. Seems like everyday afterward, she was a struggling to make ends meet, and working as hard as she could digging away in that there Victory Garden out yonder, and working harder for the US boys overseas too.

Americans helped out where they could with a Victory Garden in war time.

Guess a broken heart and hard work finally took its toll on Elvey Nells, afterall. Wasn't long before one day, Tweet and Rip happened on down to Elvey Nells to deliver some fresh cattle milk like they always did on Tuesdays. They never expected, as they stopped to dip and weave a little in the stream on the way, what they'd find. And,...when they was finally down the holler,that's when they found her.  Shame 'ole mighty.  Elvey Nells was lying in the Victory Garden dead and cold as a doorknob on the fuhrers' bunker door! Didn't phase Rip one iota past a wink, but Tweet had a fair time shaking that memory of Elvey Nells just a lying so peaceful like flattening the tops of the entire near five rows of ruby red turnips braving in between the pea lime green cabbage heads that were just big enough to take a light to. Funny thing Tweet said later, was the all-knowing smile on Elvey Nells' face. Now moving onward,

Being Elvey Nells had no more kin and it wouldn't be right that she was planted in that V for Victory Garden anyways no how, the Heller's, took it upon themselves to set Elvey Nells to her final resting place. They were dang nice folks! They took a heart all their lives to folks when the need called. And the need was calling for Elvey Nells now! The Hellers up and buried her in the Heller family cemetery, on yonder hill behind the Heller claim what was left to them by kinfolk! Wasn't more than a walked off patch of ground good for nothing and lying fallow on the edge of the hill anyway.  Just like that, Elvey Nells was part of history, once she was planted snug with the last of the rich brown earth spilt over her eternal home alongside some late dandelions. Yes sir, old Elvey Nells' is a restin in peace with the Heller kin now and their maker, isn't that something peculiar fine?

Anyway, things weren't quite the same round bout now that the Schmidt's, in particular and primarily of late, Elvey Nells, were gone. Seems like some spit and fire went out of the fun belittling folks around town. Words on the street were that folks felt cheated out of doing their part and fair share of slinging hate mud against innocent folks while fighting their own brand of peculiar battle for our boys against war criminals. But, still for the most part, folks kindly felt ashamed of themselves in general for not standing up and speaking out, leastwise the ones with conscience did. But nobody could put a finger on exactly what it was that was a bothering them, leastwise not yet.

Bout a week after the Heller familys' rusty cemetery gates were tied shut with the dried split baler twine and the twins had packed away their black morning clothes in moths for the next visit the old grim reaper made, something happened. Don't you know that Tweet and Rip headed on down to Elvey Nells' sweat and tears Victory Garden!

Some say the twins had a divine purpose for going that day, others say it just came upon them real slow like. What those two twins did in the space of a few weeks, with their tired worn out ma, and their sisters Justine and Becker following their lead, surprised a whole lotta folk.

Tweet and Rip, tore straight into the cabbage down in Elvey Nells' garden, right where she had keeled over the week before, worms and all! No sirree, Tweet and Rip weren't for leaving Elvey Nells', of late lifes' work nor the turnips, go idle one whit either!

Weren't long afore the best blue ribbon saurkraut, anybody can remember to this day,was born steeping pungent and strong right there in the same kettles used by Elvey Nells' on her sad pride and joyous delight, her outdated 1901 stove. Elvey Nells always did polish that stove up real proud like. Time was, folk could remember she would sit up all night a fussing and boiling the Grim All Farms pork sausage somedays til dawn! The smell from those Grim All Farms pork could send you to paradise faster than dancing with the USO girls, to the sound of Rum 'n Coconuts,...that's for sure! And, like I was saying, dressed up and sitting alongside the sauerkraut was the bitter and turnips, all fine and jarred, pretty as you pleased.

Tweet and Rip didn't stop there, resting on their laurels with the finest produce your eyes saw turned into tasty, lip smacking goodness! Oh, no,.. not them twins...they up and packed their victuals in the back seat of the hand-me-down family rusted Model T, that sported worn seats prouder than a preening pup.  Not that it matters a hill a beans, but some said the "T" was ill-gotten in the 20s' by a moonshining Pennsylvania Yankee. There, alongside Daniel and Guz flapping their jaws all the way, the twins lit, right sputtering, clean to the County Seat straight into the County Fair Day, they did! That day they won the Daughters' of the Revolution Ribbons, the Sisters of the Peace Medal, not to mention a special commendation by the sweating hippo of a town Mayor, that danged radical hypocrite! Why, if I had a dime for every promise he broke, I'd been a millionaire years ago. Getting back on track..

Invest in America and buy a bond!

That wasn't all, no sir! Tweet and Rip were awarded the highest honor round 'bout. That saurkraut and the turnips earned them a war bond! Not fooling one iota of a grasshoppers' hind leg!   They exchanged handshakes, a pat on the back and the bond right, some said, there with a high level war correspondent sent di-rect-ly from Mr. Roosevelt himself!  Oh, the cheek pinching and baby posing showing off the old Mayor was able to pull out of his hat that day back then, I can't begin to tell you.  Right in front of everyone in the County, were danged reporters down from the County Seat Daily Times paper taking photographs. Those flash bulbs snapping, a burning and flashing and smoking and if you didn't have eyes you'd like to think you was hunkering down in a fire storm for dear life and safety in make shift bunkers yourself!

This story's a tribute to Elvey Nells, for sure and others like her and John who came to America for a dream and a future or died trying.  But, the story?   It's more than a tribute.

Those twins, Tweet and Rip, they shore made people see things alot different after that day, what with the sauerkraut and turnips trading hands with bonds for the War Effort.

A lot of folks sorta just realized that Americans aren't the only ones born here ready made and loving this country. No sirree, you can come ready made across her borders a loving this Country because it's filled with hope and dreams and a special kind of freedom where you really are free.

You can love a country that holds morals high and freedom what every dang one of them deserves. Where families can stay together and pray together.  And, you can love someplace like America in spite of all the sniping and pie eyed looks and crow you might be eating because you're a different color or from a different country and have a voice to say hold up enoughs enough!

For some folks, it's enough to be an American, to die for America or to die free on Americas' soil.

Here's to you and your V Garden Elvey Nells, and here's a smart salute to Tweet and Rip.

The flag? Long may she proudly wave!

Yep, sure jarred folks 30 Miles South of No Where' Yonder. 

(A Victory for Veri·si·mil·i·tu·di·nous Wording, too)

Her Eminence Magnifique Scoundrel!

Le Brigand...                                                                     

Now in this vast ugliness resides a most powerful beauty which, in a very few minutes, steals forth and charms the mind, so that you end, as I ended, in falling in love with her....

                                                         — Henry James, in a letter to his father

Sunday, October 18, 2009

At the Copacabana...Just The Place For Getting Dreamy and Starry Eyed

For New Yorkers, with June 27, 1933, seeing the repeal of the Prohibition Act, or as some called it, "The Noble Experiment", the funeral of liquor was over!  The outcome of a temperance movement in social reform was miserable failure! The wake which followed was still in full swing when the Copacabana Club opened November 10, 1940 at East 60th Street in a sweet little town you may know, New York City.

This hot spot, with the haute monde of night club goers, is where folks finally came out to play, to see and be seen. Not too likely any regular GI Joe or dreamy, starry eyed gal  fresh off of the street could enter through the portals of the Copacabana or Copa, as it was fondly named.  Being somebody or knowing somebody was the only ticket inside!  Why, wit dripped out of a bottle of booze faster than money flowed out of the hands of dames and millionaires once across the hardly sanctimonious threshold of the Copa!

The atmosphere inside the Copa was electric charged!   Everywhere, were the shady ties to the mob, in sharp contrast to dames' diamonds and baubles glittering in competition with the steady flow of the best hooch and champagne around.   Meanwhile, in any and every place at the bar, or on the dance floor, deals were being made, history was being re-written and everyone was clamoring to meet stardom, fame, millionaires and satisfaction! The smell of cigar and cigarette smoke filled your senses with pure pumping adrenalin!

The Copa was surrealism at its finest and believe you me,...not in the least filled with modest embellishments of any nature! Hibiscus patterned hot and red dresses moved in a blur amidst shimmering evening gowns on the dance floor. Black to white tux and black pearl buttons blended into the uniforms in cloistered star filled corners. Inside, you weren't going to find any ersatz fixtures amid the psalm fronds and cloak checks, this was first class all the way. The whole "joint" was lit upside down with excitement at the titillation of "risque" behavior! This was New York City after all! What a hot spot!

Here in the Copa, thwarted careers stayed hidden under a cloak of mystery and pure patent leather shine while passions played out like unblemished emeralds among formidable gangs of whos' who. These urbane folks had a penchant for danger and excitement all mixed up with understudies and wanna be's and some of the toughest , sharpest "big shots" around.

If you were lucky enough to be announced upstairs at the Copa, well , you had actually made a laudable debut that said "you had arrived"! Hubba, Hubba! Naivete out of the window, savvy was your middle name, you drew flies like honey and you became, without a preponderance of doubt,  a legend!  Wink wink!

The saavy Copa, now silent, still evokes memories and dreams for the club goers of the Copa!   Showgirls that nobody could keep their eyes off of, Chinese foods-in of all places the Copa- and the surreptitious connections with the Mafia types remain history. From Tallulah Bankhead to the Copa dancers, from Merengue meets the Jitterbug and Swing, to the survivors of the '29 stock market crash, life went a lot faster at night in the Copa!

How's that for attitude and style from the era of our parents and grandparents?

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Did You Say 1940s Trick or Tease Costume?

Trick or Treat will find some lovely, going forth into the frosty night, dressed as a vamping, steamy, duplicitous, scheming, sultry and sensuous Hollywood Siren of years gone by.

Oh yes,  just the perfect costume to be sporting for Hallowe'en! Take on the hard as nails bad girl image! Glare into the night, undaunted, while you turn every stoney stare aside looking for some treats and expecting quite the bagful of tricks! Baby, oh baby, some lucky gal is going to have personality to burn come October 31st!

Archetype film noire lovers, look is the 1940s again!  Halloween hasn't been this hot since the Fourth of July!

"People aren't safe with women like you in the world and people have to be protected."  (1947) Lloyd Nolan in Lady in the Lake

“She wants you very badly, doesn’t she? She’s willing to run away with you and keep on running and ruin everything for herself. But she wouldn’t care because she’d be there with you and that’s what she wants. Well, she doesn’t have you now and she’ll never have you – nobody will ever have you and that’s the way I want it!”  (1947) Agnes Moorehead in Dark Passage

“You’re no good for anyone but me. You’re no good and neither am I. We both deserve each other.”  (1947) Jane Greer in Out of the Past

“An interesting study, that man – rather complicated. He spent his adult life in pursuit of women, and at the same time, he has no respect for them. Men like that can be fascinating and dangerous. They prey on women and very often the women love it.”  (1945) Rosemary DeCamp in Danger Signal


Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Yanks Are Coming

In stunned disbelief, the world watched as the dense fog of WWII began a cruel descent.

In the United States, the shadowed dimensions of the fog had begun rearing its especially deceptive and uglier side by sending wisping tendrils slipping beneath the borders of every state. The murky insanity of war was groping, clawing and tugging, exponentially, at the best and the brightest of America. Something evil had been awakened, palpable and dark, somewhere beyond any reasonable understanding. A
mosaic of hell was about to unfurl, marking a chapter of freedom at the cost of miserable tragedy and loss in human lives.

Before the world had fully imploded upon itself, and with American senses still innocent and obscured of the harsh reality of  this war, before the misery and suffering became heir apparent, and robbed her of innocence, the atrocities taking place nipped only slightly harsh, at first, upon the heels of human decency and conscience.

All too soon, however, the hideous and unspeakable events unfolding "a world away" became a tangible reality to Americans and a sort of noblisse oblige for our brave, stalwart Country. The acts of inhumanity, bore hard against the soul capturing and holding the undivided attention of every passionate American.  Within her bosom, there immediately stirred disbelief bordering on anger, obsessing her with the powerfully bitter taste of  inhumanity, condemnation and injustice! 

Americans awakened to a new world of horror and their pre-occupation was drawn away from the aftermath of the Dust Bowl, the lingering wrath of the Great Depression and their everyday occupation of farms, towns and cities.  Obsession of the opulent style and glamour of 1930s Hollywood, encased in her epitome of elegance and chic, fell away.  What was at first, perhaps a siren's beckoning lure of adventure for Americans... the adventure and romance of war...soon became, in every sense of the words, a very real, infinite test of human boundaries in endurance, patriotism, heroism, bravery, and self-sacrifice...well beyond the promise of gallant adventure.

As the world became intent on shaking herself of her own poison, and red blood flowed generously from America, the tall order of freeing the world from the despot of all that war brings, became an enormous weight upon every American shoulder. Bravado and confidence was leveled in facing the realities and weaknesses of intolerance, bigotry, cruelty and bloodshed showing its hideous face.

Americans reached deeper into their reserves of strength and attitude...

Socialist cliches of right, freedom and dignity, more desperate than ever, were flung from the red, white and blue roof tops of America! And, the words, shouts and symbolism of freedom permeated no where louder than every living room across America! The echos and calls of freedom for humanity rang insistently and clearly. Consumed by the fight of the worlds colliding, by the stolen identity and rights of humanity, America was full tilt with allies, committed to an unholy combat to restore a semblance of humanity to nations!   The former inviolable perimeters of the world became blurred and shattered. The safe and forgiving world of yesterday was no more.

The War Raged on as the World went up in smoke, rightly putting an end to the despotism that had been unleashed from her bowels.

World War II proved to be the deadliest military conflict in history. Over 60 million persons were said to have been killed.

The count of human losses, in the needless face of atrocity, remains an intolerable plague upon humanity.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Let us just look closer, let us check beneath the "hooded veneer" of our mother and grandmother's famous outward persona. Let us slowly languish and savor each indelible memory recounted to us. Let us see if we cannot erase our jaded, stock portrayal of mother and grandmother for the first time. Let us see if we cannot find what they leave with us, from the collaborative bane of their existence. Let us see if we may not be the wiser through their history.

Listen again or perhaps for the first time, nonjudgmental, to the precious few anecdotal memories of our mother and grandmother's past recounted.  Personally re-define, if you will,  their family secrets long held in the hushed catacombs and hearts of your family.   Take heed to the incessant, furtive whispers of a women's history through women's own words, as they are unlocked from their long silent treasured places.

Your mother, or your grandmother and mine and millions like her may not have recounted their "service" in WWII "Home Front" as courageous or fascinating. But their "supporting roles" during war time were every bit as daunting and challenging to them! Without choice, mother and grandmother "stormed" through life during the war era, stepping up and taking their part in the war support.  And, in the end, their personal experiences have molded you and I.

Our mother and grandmother's courage, their endurance, their fears, their suffering and loss and oh, yes..their laughter still calls to you and I somewhere and somehow through time and space. And, with renewed interest, it is encumbent upon us that we heed their stories. The urgency of life back then, the drama and the hardships have all  woven a tapestry  from which we must learn and to which we need be mindful of.

In retrospect, by vigilance of discovery or re-discovery in hearing their stories, perhaps you'll find yourselves enlightened and learned of not only the WWII era, but of yesterday in any number of ways. Hopefully, through this discovery and appreciation of our mothers and grandmother's journey mayhaps we will all find ourselves knowing and better understanding  of  the propensity of  human spirit.  Perhaps, as well , we will find ourselves more comfortable with the ebbing flow and surge of  the mysterious following tides of our mothers, grandmothers, our sisters and, indeed ourselves.

Be that as it may, shore up the knowledge of  fortitude and insight of endurance learned from and of these women, our mothers and grandmothers!  If alone, for the survival of future generations of women to come, hear their stories!

And why, you may ask, shall we take the time to hear the stories of our mothers and grandmothers?

But for the magnificent Saving Grace of God, And Lest History Repeat Itself ...The WWII War  Era Was Theirs, Nevermore To Be Ours, Nor Our Daughters.

Quite The Stir Bungalow Accepts National Country Inn Bed And Breakfast Award Banner

Quite The Stir Bungalow Bed and Breakfast proudly accepts the National Country Inn Bed And Breakfast Award Banner Saturday, October 3, 2009, in Gettysburg, PA.

Now into the fifth year, and going global, The National Country Inn, Bed and Breakfast Day, celebrated the first Sunday in October, was inspired by premier author and screenplay series, Tina Czarnota. Ms Czarnota, self described "as one who was born on the edge of a simpler time--when rock 'n roll had already arrived, at times, felt the pressure of too much hustle bustle and instant photos, messaging, FAXing, texting, and traffic, which makes one want to escape to practices that hint of that simpler time".

The amenities of the Bed and Breakfast "Inn-dustry", brought Tina to the simpler time she was craving for...filled with baths full of bubbles, cozy corners to curl in, roads less traveled with loved ones and cozy nooks to enjoy good books...mystery especially! Tina resolved to establish a day to honor Bed and Breakfasts and almost on the spot, The National Country Inn, Bed & Breakfast Day was born!

For more information on The National Country Inn Bed and Breakfast Day, please contact:

For more information on Quite The Stir Bungalow, and award winning accomodations, visit our website @ or, please contact the . Awaiting our guests are unparralled amenities, privacy and accomodations on the "Home Front" of 1930s Glamour/1940s Attitude and Style! Simply, "Exclusive Splendor!"  Hubba, Hubba!