Cool grave marker

Observer-Reporter writer Barbara S. Miller found this creative grave marker while working Memorial Day 2011 at St. Patrick Cemetery in Canonsburg, Pa.


Obviously the late Carmine Pacano, an Italian immigrant, had a talented mosaic artist as a friend or relative, either of whom spent hours putting together this memorial to him. The tablet is level to the ground, Miller said.


It also is in need of some restoration work because this one is too cool to fall to pieces.

Commercials, lately - how gross can you get?

By Denise Hart

I admit, I’m just back in the swim of the commercial sea, after having been too poor and too proud to have cable for the past six years.

I was shocked at how easily I fell into the reality TV pit - I’m finding that there is practically no show too stupid or banal to mesmerize me:  Real Housewives of Virtually Any Town, “Hoarders” (although I could not watch the one where the guy bred the pet rats and there were literally thousands in the house), “Top Chef” (kind of an upper echelon reality, so there!), even, God help me, those Bethenny shows where it’s really just one long episodic swilling of her low-cal tequila cocktail mix.

What can I say - I love her baby’s Dominican nanny, Gina - Gina is sick. 

I choose to watch those silly shows - I find them funny and über relaxing.

OK, almost coma-inducing.  But the commercials are so disgusting I can hardly sit them out.  The worst offenders, for me, are the toilet paper and floor-wipe categories.

I’ve never liked the commercials where the bears poop in the woods and leave their used (though amazingly soft!) toilet paper behind. Although I see recently they’ve been upgraded to a house.

Somehow, the new toilet paper issue has become the pieces of lint from the paper that might stick to your ass after wiping.  I’ve never had that particular problem.  I’ve almost always lived in an old house with bad plumbing that could barely handle paper at all.

So it’s always been slick paper Scott for me—no lint, no butthole mess.

But now, we’ve got to look at the baby bear’s bum when he comes out of the bathroom.  Yep, lint and pieces of paper all over it.  Gah!

There’s another t.p. product where (although I wouldn’t swear to this) there are some middle class women having tea and this issue comes up.  The tagline is “Enjoy the Go.”  Gag.

The floor-wipe commercials are not the only ones guilty of this putrid sell move: close-ups of dirt and microbes that they wipe up from our floors.

Toothpaste and mouthwashes use this tool, too; but somehow the floor-wipe ones get to me more.

I don’t mind the microbes so much, actually, because they’re more like little cartoons.

But the dirt and hair and lint shots, to quote Roseanne Roseannadanna, “Mek me SICK!”  (I just realized hardly anyone recalls Ms. Roseannadanna anymore.  In addition to having a sensitive gag reflex, I’m getting old.)

There are cuter ones now, showing dirt and mud characters all dolled up waiting for a date only to connect with the soft attractions of the floor-wipe, but damned if they don’t show the close-up dirt shots too.  For some reason, the same one that makes me incapable of emptying the sink drainer thing myself (that’s Paul’s job), this kind of thing makes me want to hurl.

Oh, there are other puke-inducing ads out there.

One is a cartoon of babies trying to get their diapers full—the fullest one wins.

And silly ones—the one advertising bikini razors that has women striding by differently shaped bushes makes me laugh.

I am aware that I really need to turn off the sound or walk away—but I’m often in some Bravo induced state of watching.

Watching.

Watching.

Watching other people live their lives.

Watching these damn commercials.

Somebody throw me a line!  I need help, I think.

(Denise Hart is a writer in Minnesota.)

The sky ISN'T falling

The sky looks beautiful this morning over my little community in southwestern Pennsylvania
By Scott Beveridge


Sometime during eighth-grade in 1969 I heard students saying the world was supposed to come to an end the approaching summer.


I was a gullible 13 year old kid from a poor neighborhood when the rumor circulated at Rostraver (Pa.) Junior High School, and the story probably had something to do with the crazy musings of serial killer Charles Manson. He had predicted to his followers that Helter Skelter would begin Aug. 8, 1969, and ordered his followers to carry out the Tate-LaBianca murders that day to get the end-of-the-world ball rolling.


So after hearing the prediction in school I went home to warn my family.


"Oh don't worry about that. The sky has been falling since the beginning of time," my mother said. "The world was supposed to end when I was in high school, too, and we're still here," she added.


Thank God some of us had intelligent, rational thinking mothers. 


I say this on the day of the rapture proclaimed by a California minister, when some folks have been praying for forgiveness as a spate of earthquakes were to begin at 6 p.m. and bring with them doomsday. According to the 89-year-old prophet who started this apocalyptic nonsense, Harold Camping, nonbelievers were to survive for a few days longer to suffer any number of plagues.


Well as I write this, the Associated Press reported it's beyond 6 p.m. in New Zealand and the world isn't ending.


Thank God, too, for clever journalists.

A friend in need

Fifteen-year-old Daquwan plays with Big Brother mentor Anthony Gianettino at Washington & Jefferson College. (Scott McCurdy photo)

By Karen Mansfield

Anthony Gianettino knows a thing or two about unbreakable bonds as a mechanical engineer.

But it’s the strong bond he has forged with 15-year-old Daquwan as a mentor in the Big Brothers Big Sisters of Greater Pittsburgh program that Gianettino, 29, has found especially rewarding.

When he moved to Canonsburg, Pa., five years ago, Gianettino began exploring volunteer organizations, and Big Brothers Big Sisters, with its one-on-one mentoring, appealed to him.

Since 2007, Gianettino has been a volunteer Big Brother for Daquwan (the Big Brothers organization asks that youths’ last names not be revealed) and has provided a positive, consistent relationship.

“I used to be very shy at times, but whenever I’m with Anthony, I can express myself better. I’m not as shy as I used to be. I do feel comfortable talking with him about anything,” said Daquwan. 

Anthony has taken Daquwan to Pittsburgh Pirates and Penguins games – they met Sidney Crosby at a hockey game two years ago when they sat in owner Mario Lemieux’s private box, courtesy of tickets provided by Big Brothers – Pitt basketball games, movies, plays and the circus. They also spend time talking about school, girls and other issues.

Gianettino, as a Big Brother and confidant, has stepped in as the adult male role model Daquwan’s older sister believed was absent from his life when she signed him up for the program. 

“Daquwan talks about how he’s come out of his shell. Looking back, I’ve definitely seen that. And for me, that’s just more encouragement to stick with it. He comes from a very good home.

"I think it’s pretty obvious that it’s been good for both of us to have this relationship,” said Gianettino.

Big Brothers Big Sisters has been in this area since 1965. In that time, it has matched more than 17,000 youths with adult mentors.

Currently, Big Brothers has about 110 matches in Washington and Greene counties.

The Greater Pittsburgh agency (which includes Allegheny, Greene and Washington counties) is one of 18 agencies nationwide to be named a Gold Standard Award winner in 2010. The honor, awarded by the Nationwide Leadership Council of Big Brothers Big Sisters of America, recognizes agencies that have demonstrated revenue growth and an increase in the number of children served in long-term, mentoring relationships.

And research shows that “Bigs” really do have an impact on children.

Sara Thomas, program coordinator for Big Brothers Big Sisters in Washington and Greene counties, said kids in the program are more likely to graduate from high school, refrain from using drugs and have better attendance records, and  less likely to have discipline problems.

It doesn’t take a huge time commitment, or a special person, to make a difference in the life of a child as a mentor. Big Brothers must make a one-year commitment to mentoring, which involves getting together with the little brother at least twice a month. 

Big Brothers also offers a site-based program where Bigs and Littles share one hour each week, usually at school, during the academic year.

“You just need to be someone who cares about a kid and can make a commitment to be there,” said Thomas.

The average length of a match is 24 months, but matches can last a lifetime.

Bill Bothe of Upper St. Clair has been a Big Brother to Taylor, 18, for 11 years. Taylor’s father was killed in a car crash when Taylor was 2 1/2 years old, and Taylor’s mother, Elizabeth Bush, was looking for a strong male presence in his life.

“We just hit it off, right off the bat,” said Bothe, Pennsylvania’s 2010 Big Brother of the Year and father of two grown children who live out of state. 

Bothe, 79, has kept a scrapbook full of photos, report cards, Father’s Day cards and letters, and ticket stubs that chronicle the experiences they’ve shared. He helped Taylor buy his first suit and get his first passport, and taught him how to invest in the stock market.

But Bothe, the retired president of RTI International Metals Inc., also has helped Taylor deal with difficult real-life issues. When Taylor’s mother was diagnosed with cancer, the first person he called was Bothe. And when Taylor fell off his bike and broke his arm, Bothe accompanied him to the hospital.

Each year, Bothe and Taylor volunteer their time to direct parking for the Race for the Cure.

“Bill has ensured my happiness and I am eternally grateful for having this amazing man in my life,” Taylor wrote in his nomination letter. 

Life will change for Bothe and Taylor this summer, when Taylor graduates from Canon-McMillan High School and the Big Brother program. He plans to attend California University of Pennsylvania and study secondary education. Taylor is an active member of the Army Reserves and has applied for admission to the Army ROTC.

As for Gianettino, he plans to continue his mentorship commitment.

“When I started this, I didn’t have a goal for any length of time, but I think certainly the longer that we hang out and the more our friendship has grown, the less I would even consider ending it for any reason. He’s like a part of my family now,” said Gianettino. “So I think even after he’s 18 years old, I’ll be around. I’m going to make sure he finishes college. We’re going to be friends forever.” 

(Big Brothers Big Sisters needs volunteers. For information, call the Big Brothers Big Sisters Washington office at 724-228-9191.)

Karen Mansfield writes for the Observer-Reporter. This story first appeared in the May/June 2011 edition of its Living Washington County magazine.

The spring robins

A friend shares these cell phone shots of progress in this nest in an evergreen in her yard. 

One of the eggs never hatched. The three babies are developing fast and will be out of the nest soon. After hatching baby robins leave the nest in about two weeks.

Getting ready to fly.

Pennsylvania marks its role in the Civil War

By Scott Beveridge

PITTSBURGH – Samuel B. McBride of the 140^th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry crouched for his life behind a tree after having survived three solid days of battle in what became the most-successful drive of Confederate forces in the Civil War.

The Union soldier from Canonsburg, Pa., serving the Union Army likely was relieved to see back up troops arrive on the morning of May 5, 1863, during another skirmish along the banks of the Rappahannock River in the Battle of Chancellorsville, Va. 

Then McBride, a young theology student, became counted among the wounded after being struck in the forehead by a Minié ball in the surprise Southern victory that killed more than 17,000 Northern soldiers.

McBride’s story was retold May 7 and 8, 2011, when a traveling Pennsylvania museum marking the 150^th anniversary of the war made its first stop in Pittsburgh at the Sen. John Heinz History Center along its four-year tour of the Commonwealth. One of its display cases is left empty to be temporarily filled by local historical groups as the Pennsylvania Historical Society trailer makes its way to each of the state’s 67 counties.

“I think it’s fantastic for a roaming museum,” said John Schroeder, manager of the road show named Pennsylvania Civil War 150. “There is a lot of information but it’s not overwhelming.”

There are kiosks reminding visitors the war was the deadliest on U.S. soil, and that its outcome restored the union, abolished slavery and increased the power of the federal government. It speaks to Pennsylvania’s legacy of having been the location of a major turning point in the war, the Battle at Gettsyburg, and a state where every resident was transformed by the war and affected by its outcome.

For example, Pittsburgh supplied the manufacture of iron, steel and textiles to the war effort. Farmers in neighboring Washington and Greene counties contributed the bounty of their lands to feed the army and also supply it with wagons and livestock. Yet at the same time, thousands of Pennsylvanians fueled by racism chose to serve the enemy forces of the Confederate Army.

McBride kept a detailed diary of his wartime experiences, and some of its most-compelling entries involved the four days he spent around the village of Chancellorsville in Virginia’s Spotsylvania County. The Chancellorsville Campaign gave Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Confederate forces the confidence to launch another raid into the North. His diary, Bible and other artifacts now belong to the Heinz History Center, which chose to feature him in the temporary display case in the traveling museum.

But all McBride had to do was look into a mirror to be reminded of the horrific battle he survived. For the rest of his life he wore a dent in his forehead, a battlefield scar from his near-death experience. Judging by the photo, right, he wore it proudly even long after he was assigned to a Presbyterian church in what would become known today as New Kensington in Westmoreland County, Pa.


(Click here to watch a video of the Wildcats - re-enactors of the 105th Pennsylvania Regimental Band - performing at the Pittsburgh event.)