Fern Hall Inn Presents their 6th ANNUAL EASTER EGG HUNT

Fern Hall Inn in association with Make-A-Wish Present their: 6th ANNUAL EASTER EGG HUNT

easteregg2WHAT: Fern Hall Inn (www.fernhallinn.com) will be hosting its 6th Annual Easter Egg Hunt on Saturday, April 4th. This event is a fundraiser for the Make-­‐A-­‐Wish Foundation.

Admission is free, but donations are welcome. 100% of the proceeds will go directly to the Make-­‐A–Wish Foundation. The event has grown in popularity each year. Last year (2014) the staff at the inn hid around 1,000 eggs with 50+ children from 4-­‐9 years old in attendance.

WHEN: Saturday April 4th, 2015 @2pm

WHERE: Fern Hall Inn, 2819 State Route 247, Clifford, PA 18413

easteregg1ABOUT: Registration required, please call (570) 222-­‐3676
(A donation will be made to The Make A Wish Foundation on
each registrant’s behalf) Children ages 2-­‐11 welcome.
The Easter Bunny will be available for photos. Make A Wish stars are available to purchase from the bar and pro-shop all month with proceeds going to The Make a Wish foundation.
Press Inquiries: ChannelVMedia Marie-­‐Louise Strum
(212)-­‐680-­‐0179 marie@channelvmedia.com

NATIVE AMERICAN HISTORY COMES ALIVE IN CLIFFORD

frank_little_bearby: Karen Bernhardt Toolan

For the Clifford Township  Historical l Society

CLIFFORD TOWNSHIP PA — As the heavy tones of drums mystically blend with the lyrical flute sounds whistling through the air, music will help bring shared stories of yesteryear and local history together. On Saturday and Sunday April 11th and 12th, the Clifford Township Historical Society (CTHS) will present an all-family event: “The Native American Story of the Dugout Canoe.” The free-admission program will be held in the gym of the Museum of Local History, located in the Clifford Community Center, 119 Cemetery Street, in Clifford PA. Free refreshments – similar to those that might have been eaten by local tribes — will be served, and Native American items will also be available for sale. And at 1:00 each afternoon, families can have their photos taken with Frank Little Bear by Chrystal Photography ($2 ea.).

As told by Native American Frank Little Bear of the Cree Nation Tribe, visitors can learn the tale firsthand of how a three-century old canoe came to rest in Clifford Township, how the Native Americans of that era lived their lives, and how this area’s life has evolved since then. Beginning at 2:00pm, Little Bear will dramatically present historical stories and perform — through music, dance, costume, and inter-active narrative — the story of the canoe and the Native Americans who lived in this area long ago.

Our culture and everything in Nature is a gift,” said Little Bear. “My son, Thomas Little Thunder Eagle Dance, and I want to help everyone better understand their own local history and how life really was for all the people who shared this beautiful Earth back then. We will have authentic Native American artifacts with us, through which we’ll share real stories and explain how and why our people continue to use things like beads, wood, and rocks in our daily lives. We want visitors to see and feel the vibracity of such things that Nature gives us. And as part of Nature, we will also talk about some of the many animals – rabbits and deer, turtles, snakes and such – and how they also continue to play an important part in all our lives.”

While inspired by his own Nation’s traditions and beliefs, Little Bear’s stories will further encompass things that involve how all people live and act today. “In the end, life is all about choices,” he said. “There is good and bad in all of us throughout the world, and it’s important to understand the different cultures and various aspects of life as it has been given to us.” Through his traditions and sharing his voice to educate others, Little Bear wants visitors to “come with an open mind” to learn something new about Native Americans. Hopefully, they will take away not only something important and memorable about us, but how we and our cultures interacted yesterday and now actually come together in all our lives today.”

Frank Little Bear is a renowned lecturer of Native American culture and is also a musician and artist. He has been written about nationally and internationally, has appeared on TV and lectured on radio, and is recognized by numerous universities, colleges, and historical societies. Little Bear has also furthered his knowledge of other indigenous tribes and their ancestral spirituality throughout the US, Canada, and South America. Through his studies and devoting his ongoing life’s work to researching the histories and customs of First Nation peoples, Little Bear has dedicated himself to educating audiences on the diverse social, traditional, and contemporary lifestyles of indigenous people both past and present.

This exciting weekend-long event will also kick-off the CTHS’s newest addition to the Museum: The 10-minute voice-over by Little Bear that will be installed with the canoe display. Since the semi-sunken canoe was first discovered in Mud Pond (on private property in the far northwest corner of Clifford Township) in 1976 and donated to the Society by Jim and Valerie Cole in 2006, its quiet story has continued to be a source of curiosity, interest, and preservation to those interested in local history. The CTHS initially displayed the canoe at the Chautauqua held in the summer of 2008. And after several years of trying to discern its origin and history, the canoe found a home in the Museum of Local History. It became a major focal point of the museum when artist Michelle Jaconia McLain painted the background mural as part of its permanent display. Through McLain’s painstaking research into the Native American’s way of life, the beautifully colored mural came to depict countless parts of the Native American’s existence. And since there was no written language, and minimal evidence exists of these people from centuries ago, little is known about the actual day-to-day activities of the local Native American tribes. Through Little Bear’s presentation, he will help visitors gain a first-hand perspective and a better understanding of some of this region’s wonderful history.

The CTHS continually invites anyone with items and information of local and/or regional area historical significance to contact them at 570-679-2723, or on their newly designed website, www:cliffordtownshiphistoricalsociety.org. Known locally as “the little society that does big things,” CTHS Director Sandy Wilmot believes that their group’s “supporters and volunteers are the backbone of our rural Society. We’re grateful to all of them for their time, talents, and donations. Without each one, we wouldn’t be able to preserve our region’s history.”

Written by Union Dale freelance feature writer Karen Bernhardt Toolan for the Clifford Township Historical Society, with thanks to the Susquehanna County Room Tax Grant Fund through the Endless Mountains Visitors Bureau.

FRANK LITTLE BEAR

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FRANK LITTLE BEAR and his son THOMAS LITTLE THUNDER EAGLE DANCE

THE ENDLESS MOUNTAINS SPIRIT: M.C. Richards & Paulus Berensohn

THE ENDLESS MOUNTAINS SPIRIT: M.C. Richards & Paulus Berensohn


Paulus Berensohn at the Endless Mountains Farm, May 2014

Images: Marguerite I. Fuller

Suraci Gallery
Mar 21, 2015 – May 08, 2015

A synergetic nexus of the arts occurred in Susquehanna County when clay artists and teachers Mary Caroline Richards and Paulus Berensohn lived and worked in Northeast Pennsylvania. During that time an influx of artists, dancers, writers, and actors visited and worked at the Endless Mountains Farm, a cooperative and a place of creative energy. Iconic books are associated with the Farm –– Towards Wholenessand The Crossing Point: Selected Talks and Writings by M.C. Richards and Paulus Berensohn’sFinding One’s Way With Clay. The exhibition documents that place and time in our region, many of the people involved with examples of their work in clay, and a lasting legacy of creativity.

Reception: April 18, 6–8 PM

Gallery Talk: April 22, 3 PM

Film Screening: April 29, 5:30 PM – TO SPRING FROM THE HAND: The life and work of Paulus Berensohn by Neil Lawrence, Swartz Center, McGowan Community Room

Please Note: Exhibition is closed April 2–6; hours for May 4–8: 9am – 4pm

March Dusk

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March Dusk

This week, the eastern sky reflected the sunset, highlighting waves of clouds on the horizon.

The snowpack in the backyard is well over 2 feet deep; the recent messy mix of weather, if anything, added to it’s depth.

Temperatures are back in the teens and forecasted to remain so.

Despite her best efforts, the snow is simply too deep for doggie to accompany me on all but the shortest skis. She is willing but simply lacks the ground clearance for trekking comfortably in bottomless snow.

Downhill skiing conditions are spectacular. Day after day of groomed corduroy, at times dusted with a couple of inches of fresh snow. Pretty much perfect.

The cross-country trails have been left to rest a few days until after the weather settles down.

Unless one is inclined to break trail through knee deep snow, The D&H Rail Trail seems to be the best option for adventure. Plenty of coverage for skiing, and the surface packed down by snowmobiles offers the best opportunity for skiing and snow shoeing.

Even for those of us who live for Winter, our thoughts are going towards hopes for a graceful snow pack reduction. Sunny days that will corn up the snow surface, and gently diminish the depth of the snow, followed by sub-freezing nights to halt the melting  is our hope.

Include a few light snowfalls to keep things fresh and festive, and Spring will seem to arrive at just the right time.

 

 

 

 

Too Winter?

Too Winter?
Too Winter?

A few weeks ago, someone was remarking how much shoveling they have had to do, and asked if I was in a similar situation.

“Uh uh, I just wear taller boots” I said.

Earlier this week, I awoke before dawn and was so happy that the temperature was much warmer than had been forecasted. Then I noticed the small dash in front of the 14 on the display – 14 below instead of 14 above.

That same morning, the Ski King’s auto thermometer reported a low of 26 below air temperature as he drove through the Elkdale valley.

On top of Elk, a mere 5 below as the rest of the cold air had settled into the valleys.

Frost has canted the back door just enough to render it unusable.

Temperatures in the lower 20’s had me perspiring, shedding layers to stay comfortable.

Nearly two feet of snow in the back yard; at least another foot higher up.

Too Winter? Nope, this is just how I remember winters from “the good old days”. Nice to have them back.

February Dawn

February Dawn
February Dawn

The weather station in the backyard reported a low of almost 11 degrees below zero this morning.

The thin, icy base of the snowpack is now buried under more than a foot of snow. One of the middle layers, comprised of several inches of such light, delightful snow, that the Ski King reported it to have provided one of the 5 best ski days at Elk ever; “Deeper snow on Monday, but lighter snow on Friday”.

Setting cross-country ski tracks in single digit weather through 12” plus snow, deepens the appetite. The usual nightly bowl of soup had to be replaced with some meat, a mound of mashed potatoes, and green beans. Even so, body fat keeps diminishing; episodes of nine and ten hours of sleep are barely adequate to keep soreness from settling into legs, arms, shoulders.

Hardly any time to fit in supper before the bed, trimmed in two thick comforters, beckons to it’s haven from the cold.

Faithful Labrador bounds through the snow like a seal through water. Earlier in the season, with less snow, her meanderings traced her interests as we proceeded on our adventures. Now, the snow so deep, she patiently follows me in the wake of my tracks rather than hazard the exertion of jogging through unbroken snow.

As we ascended a particularly steep pitch along a ridge corniced by the wind, she left my track and climbed the slope where the caprice of the wind had scoured almost all the snow down to near bare ground.

Our eyes met; hers curious as to why I continued on my straight and true strenuous course through deep drifts of wind deposited snow as she, only a few feet away, the snow barely to her dew claws, jogged easily up the hill.

We continued across the high meadow as swirls of snow, coaxed by a stiff 20mph+ wind, rose from the snowpack. On one end of the sky, far off bright orange betrayed the point at which the sun sank behind the distant horizon. The near skyline dominated by Elk as the night skiing lights became illuminated.

Upon awakening just before dawn, the view of Elk included the white of the moon, the snow, and the amber glow of the mountain lights reflected off of a solitary cloud.

Cold temperatures, near bottomless snowpack, no above freezing temperatures forecasted for the foreseeable future, plenty to eat, a warm dry bed for rest, and a faithful Labradorian companion with whom to enjoy all this; it may not be everyone’s vision of paradise, but it works pretty well for me.