Roots and vines

The vines have covered my roots. In a way. In Philadelphia for meetings of the Baptist World Alliance and North American Baptist Fellowship last week, I finally had an opportunity to go in search of my first American ancestor’s headstone. In November of 1682, at...

History made here

The most important room in American history, one could argue, sits on the east side of what was once the Pennsylvania State House, and is now known as Independence Hall.  A morning break between the Baptist World Alliance Executive Committee and the North...

Storybook time …

A winter afternoon in Amish country has a storybook feel despite the traffic. One doesn’t have to venture more than 30 miles west of Philadelphia to be surrounded by picturesque hillsides blanketed with snow and punctuated with farm silos. Every home, it seems,...

Chilly in Philly

The largest shopping mall in the U.S. — measured by retail space — is in a Philadelphia suburb with only 20,000 permanent residents. Go figure. Early settlers in Pennsylvania had a sense of humor about place names: the place is called “King of...

More, and more …

After living in North Carolina for 34 years, I finally got around to visiting the Biltmore House, famously known as America’s largest private home. At 250 rooms and almost 180,000 square feet, the French Renaissance structure has few competitors. I confess to...

The difference a day makes …

On Monday I posted a few photos taken around sunrise at Driftwood Beach on Jekyll Island, but the morning was filled with a ghostly fog, leaving the deadfall stark, though no less beautiful, as if drawn in black and white. Tuesday morning the skies were mostly clear...