Thursday's Page by Judy Rose
Then and Now Where Are
They Now Special Features
July 21, 2005
Welcome to Smicksburg... This little hamlet at the northern end of Indiana County, and smack-dab in the middle of Amish country, is not quite the size of Twin Rocks. Actually a more accurate comparison of its size would be Mundys Corner. But what Smicksburg lacks in size, it makes up in charm...and lots of it. It's dotted with old houses, more backyard gardens than can be seen and admired in one day, tree-lined shady streets ( two of them), lots of hospitality and good old country charm. But, Whoa, Nellie!....I'm getting ahead of myself as to why I found myself in Smicksburg "Oooing and aahhing" at what it has to offer.
During my April trip to California, I met a person who loves things Amish. She was in the market for "one of those faceless Amish Dolls." So, when I returned home to Pennsylvania, the hunt was on. After weeks of searching for the doll, and coming up short, I was given a tip: "Go to Smicksburg; if you can't find it there, you can't find it anywhere."
|Amish Country||Bonnie Adams|
Smicksburg is a prime example of a small community that recognizes the fact that it has something to offer (in this case, its Amish heritage) and takes advantage of it. All it took was one local resident to start the tourist attraction ball rolling and the rest, as they say, is history. The town is home to a pottery, a museum, a great restaurant where I learned to love the taste of grilled portabella mushrooms, and several quaint little shops that supply "to-die-for" quilts and linen clothing to rustic (not to mention zany) lawn ornaments, and all manner of things in between. For me to even attempt to list it all would be futile and the idea of a tourist attraction is to get you to go there and see for yourself!
|Riders getting out of the rain|
Adding to the charm of this tiny Pennsylvania community is the clop-clop-clop of horses' hooves on the asphalt streets. Amish buggies are commonplace and during my visit there, I counted at least six of them as they and their Amish passengers passed by. A late morning gentle rain provided a break in the 90-degree heat and several large shade trees provided shelter for not only my tiny group of three, but a group of riders on chestnut hued mounts as well. Their offer of "would you like to pet the horses?" was refused by my five-year-old grand-daughter Lauren, who was intimidated by their size.
The shops open at noon, the folks are friendly, and the atmosphere is welcoming. So, if you find yourself in Home Page Country and want to take in some good old fashioned charm: Go west on Rt. 422 toward Indiana, take Rt.119 north, then Rt.85 to Rt.210 north. Watch for the Smicksburg signs.
The old adage, "a picture is worth a thousand words," is fitting here. I took many, and with the webmaster's never-failing indulgence, I welcome you to Smicksburg...enjoy the view!
|Eating house||Garden party|
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