POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): The 21st Century Marriage Saver Christina Fisanick May 11, 2019 When Hazlett and Irene (Miller) Cochran built what would later become my Edgwood home in 1926, marriage looked quite a bit different than it does today. By this time, Margaret Sanger had won her lawsuit in N...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): Sledding in the Ohio Valley — A Family Tradition Christina Fisanick January 26, 2019 1 It was the first snow of 2019. Two inches or so covered the lawns and sidewalks throughout Wheeling with a bit more on the outlying hills. Like most kids, my 7-year-old son sprang out of bed that frosty morning...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): Christmas Tree Prey for Praying Mantises Christina Fisanick December 29, 2018 When I woke up that morning, they were everywhere. Hundreds of tiny insects were swarming in the dim morning light of my dining room and kitchen. They were climbing the walls, clinging to the ceilings, and edgi...
To All the Halloween Babies Like Me Christina Fisanick October 31, 2018 At 6:01 a.m. on Oct. 31, 1973, little old me came screechin’ and bawlin’ into this world. Yes, I am a Halloween baby and that fact — one of the only sure things I know — has shaped my life in interesting ways. ...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): The Pleasure of the Sunday Drive Christina Fisanick October 14, 2018 Once cars became more affordable in the 1920s and ‘30s, families began to enjoy the ritual of the Sunday drive. For some people, Sunday drives meant leaving the smoke and noise of the city behind for bucolic ro...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): The Fine Art of Porch Sitting Christina Fisanick July 21, 2018 4 Edgewood-Woodsdale is a neighborhood with sittable porches. Although we have few vast verandas, many of our porches easily accommodate a few chairs or a glider. They were made that way. Porch sitting was an imp...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): I’ll Take the Back End Christina Fisanick June 30, 2018 1 During that first coveted week of spring that seemed like it would never arrive, my family and I fired up the gas grill to have a picnic on our deck. We washed away two seasons of crust from our glass table top...
POSTSCRIPTS FROM THE EDGE(WOOD): Her Name Is Delores Christina Fisanick May 19, 2018 4 “Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R. Tolkien At times it seems that she is everywhere. Walking down Walnut Avenue, crossing National Road by Vance Church, strolling through Wheeling Park. She is alway...
