Memory Lane

The Bond Of Stories
The tales people tell one another weave a strong fabric that can warm the coldest emotional or spiritual nights. The stories that rise up, out of a group become, over time, both extremely personal and quite eternal, for they take on a life of their own when told over and over again. There is no right or wrong way to tell a story. Perhaps you will forget the beginning, or the middle, or the end. But a little piece of sunrise through a small window can lift the heart regardless. "Whether you are an old family a new family or a family in the making, whether you be lover or friend, it is the experiences you share with others and the stories that you tell about those experiences, afterward, and the tales you bring from the past and future that create the ultimate bond".
Charissa Pinkola Estes , PHD, The Gift Of Story

Hello and welcome to Schuylkill's Memory Lane. The purpose of this page is to not just educate the searcher about life in Schuylkill County but to allow us to share stories of our loved ones or things. So please come join us in our walk down Memory Lane. If you wish to contribute please feel free to e-mail me

The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power, To tell just where the hands will stop, At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, To lose one's health is more, To lose one's soul is such a loss, As no man can restore. The present only is our own; Live, love, toil with a will Place no faith in tomarrow, For the clock may then be still.
Author Unknown

Coal Region
Things no longer used
Places of long ago
Chores of Yesteryear
A Country Sunset
People of long ago