The next place on our Curryville road memory tour is the Farm Bureau. I think I got to know all the employees, as I kept tabs on all activities there. My aunt worked there. My mother helped grade...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...