The Missing “s,” or Geographic Power to the People

In my last column, I addressed a little mystery having to do with the name of Perry County’s own Sherman Creek, which somehow lost an “s” in the early part of the 20th century. The most visible evidence of this is the new sign on the bridge of PA-34 in Sherman’s Dale,...

An Angry Historian, a Missing “s,” and Other Matters

First, an apology. It has been brought to my attention that my hard-hitting story about the Perry statues in Newport, Rhode Island, caused a certain amount of confusion. Some readers thought I was talking about statues in Newport, Pennsylvania. Alas, I wasn’t. Perhaps...

The Violence that Passes All Understanding

Our drive up to the Creek has lost some of its magic. It used to be that we’d start feeling a kind of lift when we passed the Turkey Hill on the Wertzville Road. The big highways, I-83 North, PA-581, and I-81 South, were behind us, as was the last traffic light...

The Story of the Scrambled Statues and a Request to Readers

This week’s column owes everything to Maud Fluchere of Newport, PA, who recently wrote me a letter in response to my pieces on Oliver Hazard Perry, the man who gave Perry county its name. Maud’s father, who was born in Newport, Rhode Island in the late 19th century,...

An Appreciation of Daniel Miller

From time to time, you’ll meet someone who looks so much like someone you already know that you’ll be disposed to like that person, even before you’ve shaken his hand. That’s how it was when I met Daniel Miller, our next door neighbor up at the...