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               Monday, December 31 2001  

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Bernice [Rose] Silbaugh

Born Dec. 30, 1936, at the family home on Shoemaker Street, Nanty Glo native Bernice [Rose] Silbaugh is a 1954 graduate of Nanty Glo High School. Some of her favorite memories of her high school days are her memories of civics teacher Mr. Mario Creany. "He was a special person and a good friend to many students."

Bernice 'Rose' SilbaughMarried to Walter Silbaugh, Sr., since 1954, Bernice is the mother of six grown children and is a doting grandmother to 12 grandchildren who range in age from two to 22 years. While choosing to be a stay-at-home wife and mother for most of her married life, in 1990 when her family nest was nearly empty, Bernice joined the staff of the New York-based Teddy Bear Review magazine as advertising sales manager, a position that enabled her to work from home until her retirement in 2000.

These days, Bernice continues to reside on the Jackson Township farm she shares with husband "Walt" and where she pursues her hobbies that include needlework, wood working, cooking for family functions that range from Sunday dinners to the annual corn roast, traveling to visit her out-of-town children and grandchildren, and attending local auctions looking for that "too-good-to-pass-up" treasure.

Raised in the Brethern faith, Bernice maintains her lifelong faith in God and prayer.

A few of her fond memories of growing up in Nanty Glo: "I loved to go roller skating at the old Cicero's Roller Rink at the Ebensburg Fairgrounds." An avid moviegoer as a child, she remembers attending the movies at the Capitol, Victory, and Liberty Theaters. "We called the Liberty Theater 'the barn' because they always showed a lot of cowboy movies."


In a class on abnormal psychology, the instructor was about to introduce the subject of manic depression. She posed this question to her students: "How would you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sits in a chair weeping uncontrollably the next?"

A young man in the rear raised his hand and suggested earnestly, "A basketball coach?"

—Sent by Sallie Covolo

The Christmas gift

Some time ago a man punished his five-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her harshly. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The father was crushed. He fell to his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An unfortunate accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for the rest of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends, and God. There is no more precious possession anyone can hold.

Sent by Bob Kennedy

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