by Jenn Puckett
Winter Walking in Berwick Starting the New Year off on the Right Foot
Where is home? Is it where we are born or where our formative years were? Maybe home is where we were when we did things like graduated school or got married. I'm pretty lucky in that all of those things are great places in Columbia County and my "homes" have been Berwick, Lightstreet, Orangeville and Bloomsburg. I moved away for about a decade, just long
installed in homes, not carried in pockets. It was home to the Berwick Christmas Boulevard, my clearest memory of which is some old clunker we had overheating, my dad and others adding water to the radiator while I ate Wise potato chips in the back seat. I remember when my dad got a job at Maier's Bakery and on Friday nights, he would bring home Tuzzi's pizza. Where I grew up in Orangeville, going to town meant going to Bloomsburg. Going to Berwick was out of the ordinary, and I associated it with a special trip to Dalo's for an eclair or when I went to Walker's Jeweler's to order my class ring. So one cold day as I was restocking the Walk Berwick brochures at the Welcome Center, I realized that was something I'd very rarely done. I'd toured the Jackson Mansion, and walked around the cemetery on Market Street, but I'd never taken a deliberate walk about the streets. The
enough to begin to appreciate all that I grew up around. But the place I know the least about is where I was actually born and lived in the earliest days of my life: Berwick. When I was growing up in Orangeville the 80s, Berwick was the place with the Berwick Bulldogs. In my vague understanding of division football, they were a team so good they didn't play the other local schools. Berwick was long distance to call from my house and we were forbidden to make those without permission. This of course was back when telephones were
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