Here is a view of the farm on Yellow Creek near Waterside, Pennsylvania. My dad was not born here, but spent most of his boyhood years until he was 17. My Grandfather received recognition for the quality of the milk they produced and Grandmother must have been quite busy taking care of the family.
Although the farming was done with horses and mules, Grandfather had a 1926 truck with a bed set up with benches and he made the trip to school everyday to take his and the neighbor kids to nearby New Enterprise for school. Dad’s oldest brother went off to college and came back to teach at that school, meanwhile becoming an excellent farmer in his own right. He became the prinicpal for a short time, but is most remembered for his tenure as the football coach. In that capacity, he was my father’s coach, as well as that of his two brothers.
These Pennsylvania farms produce more than just milk and hay.
Yellow Creek is a placid limestone stream that wanders lazily through the meadows of Waterside and Loysburg after being bolstered by the waters of Potter Creek and before flowing through the Loysburg Gap, a natural water gap in Tussey Mountain. Yellow Creek continues on to join the Raystown Branch of the Juniata at Hopewell and then into the beautiful Juniata itself, which is a main tributary of the Susquehanna River. My father, along with his brothers and sisters, grew up on a farm along the banks of Yellow Creek in Waterside, Pennsylvania.
The Ash Tree is a sturdy and deep-rooted tree that has been called “The World Tree” by the Vikings and “Tree of Life” by other cultures. Celtic traditions held that it was a protector and provider, some holding that its towering height and deep roots was a connection between heaven and earth. This symbolism seems well suited to my being and my roots back to Bedford County in Pennsylvania and the meadows of Yellow Creek.