Call 610-559-3245 for locations.
Wednesday, April 25: Spaghetti with meatballs, parmesan cheese, tossed salad with Italian dressing, Italian bread with margarine, chilled pears.
Thursday, April 26: Beef barley soup, garlic cheddar chicken bake, California blend vegetables, wheat bread with margarine, chilled peaches.
Friday, April 27: Fresh cream of mushroom soup, fried haddock sandwich with lettuce, tomato and tartar sauces, coleslaw, oatmeal raisin cookie.
Stars and stripes are more than a pattern
They show that we are free
These make up the most valuable symbol
That will ever be
We should honor and respect it
Each and every day
So we can wake up
Free in every way
This is more than a piece of fabric
It is honored each day and week
So we can be here
To learn and be free to speak
What our flag means to me
Is more than you would expect
It is a symbol of freedom
For all that fought to protect
Like the many people
Who died to let us be free
Auditions for Civic Theatre of Allentown’s 2018-2019 Season are 7 p.m. May 7 and 8, upstairs rehearsal studio, 19th Street Theatre, 527 N. 19th Street, Allentown.
Civic’s 2018-2019 Season is: “Billy Elliot, The Musical,” “A Christmas Carol,” ”The SantaLand Diaries,” “Noises Off,” “Buyer & Cellar,” “The Lion King, Jr.,” “Fun Home,” and “Constellations.”
Actors of all ages are asked to bring a photo and resume to the auditions, which are for all productions on both nights.
Call 610-782-3254 for locations.
Wednesday, April 25: Salisbury steak, scalloped potatoes, carrots, orange.
Thursday, April 26: Roasted turkey breast, bread stuffing, green beans, oatmeal cookie, tropical fruit.
Friday, April 27: Fish, confetti rice, Mediterranean medley, apple crisp.
Monday, April 30: Spaghetti and meatballs, broccoli, fruit cocktail.
Tuesday, May 1: Veal w/mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, butternut squash, diced pears.
Wednesday, May 2: Chicken picatta, wild rice, American blend vegetables, tropical fruit.
On Turning Into a Sixth Grader
The whole idea of it makes me feel
as if I’m becoming a Celtic warrior,
valiant in the heart and enlightened in the mind
as a new surge of cognizance sweeps over me—
my slender bones serving as battle armor,
my tenacious attitude working as a compass for the extensive journey ahead,
my glaring smile acting as a means of persuasion for you to overlook my mischievous deeds.
You swear it is too early to be reflecting on the past,
but that is because you have forgotten
Supporters of United Way of the Greater Lehigh Valley (UWGLV) celebrated the organization’s 100th anniversary with a record-breaking 2017-18 campaign totaling $15,050,500. Campaign co-chairs Bill and Denise Spence announced the total at the annual “Celebration of Caring” at DeSales University, Center Valley.
“I am so proud and thankful for the giving spirit partners demonstrate year after year. Their generosity helps to encourage, inspire and make a difference in the lives of 60,000 people each year,” said Bill Spence, CEO of PPL and 2017-18 Campaign Co-chair.
We ran around the house
with the worry
of banging our knees.
Saturday morning sunlight poured in.
The light tickled and danced,
on the top of our noses.
The laughs and cheers of my family filled the cracks within our home. Our favorite time to be alone was at night.
We spent hours playing with the door stopper and wondering
where the vibrations led.
My lungs were covered in weeks worth of dust. My cough was crunchy and deep.
Chipped paint and dry memories
filled the now empty halls.
Her hair falls like waves across her shoulders,
The long, dark ringlets like a raven’s wing.
She makes all mortal hearts to smolder;
It is of her that our minstrels sing.
Tall she is, and fair, like the morning.
Slender is her waist wrapped in a belt of gold.
All ye mortals heed my warning:
Look not upon the maiden strong and bold,
Or your heart will forever be taken
By the Faerie Queen of old.
Her tale has oft been told.
Her eyes are clear and watery blue.
Her dress is of the same color, too.
You remind me of
Sunday morning waffles.
I could always count on
You being at the table steaming over
A book, as the steam
Funneled out the open kitchen window.
You always looked golden brown on the outside,
Even if you were still soggy in the middle.
You were as bright as orange juice in
The glass next to me, but you could
Shatter as easily as the glass when you hit the floor.
You could be as sweet as maple syrup
Or as bitter as strawberries.
Even though you couldn’t eat whipped cream,