Pennsylvania: This Is How We Roll

I love visiting these quirky little downtowns. This is Stoystown, a place near and dear to my heart. My grandmother lived here and I spent a lot of time here as a kid. Later, I lived in a log house down the road; it was my son Jesse's first home. It didn't look like a log house. It was two stories and covered with wooden clapboard siding painted yellow, but when you opened the attic door the logs were visible. The house is gone now - moved, I've heard to another location. I wonder if this is it, or one just like it. This is located on Forbes Road in Stoystown, which may or may not be a part of the original Forbes Trail.


Pennsylvanians are funny. I wanted to get a photo of someone driving a horse and buggy, but taking pictures of the Old Order is rude, so I didn't. But they're right there, every day. I even saw a guy plowing his fields with his draft horses a couple of weeks ago. When the zombie apocalypse comes, the Amish will be ready. Woe to the rest of us! By the way, the Amish are different from the Pennsylvania Dutch, and don't get the two confused.

I've never seen so many quirky oddities as there are around here. Like the sign for this convalescent home. I swear, I am not making this up. Can you read it? Sorry for the poor quality photo, but I felt like a boob standing along the highway, hurriedly snapping the shot. It says, "Nipple Convalescent Home."  Perhaps the aging Madonna, who just flashed hers at a lot of horrified fans, should keep this happy little house in mind for the future.