Articles written by Grace Hamilton
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Curryville Teachers
The next house was Rev. Clyde Bush's family. They had two daughters, Carolyn and Lois. Carolyn was a dear friend of mine. I played at their house often. Clyde had only one arm and I was amazed that...
Curryville's Students
Our Curryville tour now has us at the two-room school house. The school house (shown right) is directly across the road from the church. That building is now a community room owned by the church. The...
Curryville Church of the Brethren
The Curryville Church of the Brethren was where I was groomed for an amazing life. My pastor, Rev. Earl Ziegler, asked me to be the song leader at our church camp, Camp Harmony in Hooversville. I...
Walking Down Memory Lane
As we take my memory tour through the village of Curryville, we come to the first residence after Burget’s Garage, the Gartland house. Eva and Harold Gartland had a son, Gary. They had a ping pong t...
Little Bobby at Burget's Garage
My tour of Curryville happened many times a day. I walked through Curryville on my way to and from school. I rode my bike the whole length of Curryville to deliver the Altoona Mirror. I checked...
At Home in Curryville
Our Curryville house was humble, but it was a fun and love-filled place. The cellar was alive. The coal bin, the raised bins for potatoes. Many shelves held hundreds of jars with canned peaches, pears, tomatoes, tomato juice, beans of many...
Robert and Virginia Fortney of Curryville
The whole Curryville Village raised me, but my parents, Robert and Virginia, were the most influential. I never heard anything negative directed to me. There were no put downs or belittling. Before I...
Curryville Cold
Winter in Curryville gave us all the excitement we could handle. Sledding was a serious sport. If our sleds were in good condition and the snow was packed just right, we could make it from the top of...
The Singing Room
We had a room off our living room that we called the music room. In that special room was a pump organ which mother had played in the Smithfield Church of the Brethren when she was young. I often...
Curryville Porch Talk
The squeak and pause, squeak and pause of the porch swings in Curryville were very comforting to me. It meant that my neighbors were massaging their bodies and souls after a good days work. To me the...
