Greencastle One Step Closer to Ebbert Spring Heritage Park & Archaeological Preserve
At the end of August, Andy Stout, Greencastle native and Eastern Regional Director of The Archaeological Conservancy (TAC), and Bonnie Shockey, President & CEO, on behalf the board of directors of Allison-Antrim Museum, Inc (AAMI), signed a 99-year lease between TAC and AAMI, which transfers the care of the standing structures, within the Ebbert Spring Heritage Park & Archaeological Preserve, to Allison-Antrim Museum. The original house (on the left), with three-feet thick walls, was built in 1750 by William Allison, father of John Allison, founder of Greencastle.
It was the wish of the late Al Bonnell, owner of the property for 50 years, that the grounds, structures, and archaeological artifacts, and its archaeological history be preserved not only for the Greencastle-Antrim Community-at-large but also for Pennsylvania and American History.
Al passed away in April 2016 and since then his son Terrance “Terry” Bonnell has been diligently working to bring his father’s wishes to fruition. On Tuesday, August 29, the ownership of the property was conveyed to The Archaeological Conservatory, which was made possible through a grant from the Department of Conservation and Natural Resources and Antrim Township. Other partners in the overall project include the Greencastle-Antrim School District, Shippensburg University, and Greencastle Area Franklin County Water Authority.
The archaeological sites have been dubbed a “super site” by the state. The artifacts range from prehistoric to early contact with white men. The archaeological artifacts are housed in Allison-Antrim Museum’s climate-controlled storage area.
Over the next two years, TAC will create trails with archaeological, historical, geological, ecological, and environmental history kiosks throughout the property. The trails will be completed by Old Home Week 2019.
The Allison-Ebbert House will be on the 2017 Greencastle-Antrim Chamber of Commerce’s annual Christmas house tour.
Let your taste buds celebrate in Franklin County.
The delicious and creamy milkshake is a sweet treat that all can enjoy and in September, as National Milkshake Month begins, the Franklin County Visitors Bureau invites all to try this sweet treat made from the delicious local milk.
Happy cows make delicious milk and at Trickling Springs Creamery, enjoy milk as fresh as it can get. This organic creamery only uses milk from grass-fed cows with no synthetic hormones and are all free range so their products, ice cream, yogurt, cream, butter and cheese are the most delicious and fresh you can get, including a delicious milkshake from their shop in Chambersburg.
Enjoy delicious homemade ice cream from Antietam Dairy in Waynesboro in your milkshake like strawberry, chocolate, vanilla and a wide range of different flavors.
A must stop for a milkshake with fresh ice cream in Chambersburg is Windy Knoll Farm Market & Creamery. This market serves up the sweet treat as well as their fresh lunch meats and bulk items in store.
With over 50 different flavors to choose from, The Waynesburger in Waynesboro makes delicious milkshakes to go with any of their specialty burgers, chili and gyros. Try a new spin on a classic with flavors such as root beer, strawberry banana, chocolate amaretto, peach mango and many more.
Step back into the days of drive-ins and old-fashioned diners at the Milky Way Drive-In Restaurant in Fort Loudoun. Try their specialty, the famous Galaxy Burger with a homemade milkshake for dessert.
Take a break from the everyday business at Twin Kiss Drive-In in Waynesboro. Sample one of their famous milkshakes, ice cream or a delicious meal in the large outside seating area. Make it a family affair and spend some time at the play area in the back and feed the local deer.
With 440 operating dairy farms in Franklin County with 850 million pounds of milk being produced a year, there are many creameries and local places with delicious milkshakes and other milk products to enjoy.
Submitted by Tim Latsbaugh
I grew up in Chambersburg, and love coming back to see friends, family and exploring what Franklin County has to offer. I cannot think of a better place to have lived while growing up. The people are friendly, the scenery is among the best you’ll find anywhere, and there is a lot to do.
I think a great attribute of the area is the vibrancy and personality of each season, and the area takes full advantage of each one with fairs, festivals, or by just taking in what nature delivers. I now live in a place that just blurs fall, winter and spring into a one long, year-round summer, so I really look forward to my visits. Regardless of the season, Franklin County brings it on. Spring in Franklin County has arguably one of the greenest backdrops I’ve ever seen. Summer is like a good chili – nice and hot, but still enjoyable – and I try not to miss the fireflies in June. Fall could be my favorite – the changing leaves, the smells, the little places to duck in and watch a Steelers game with other Steelers fans, and a few Ravens. Winter is winter. I love visiting in the winter, and always hope for a snow. It keeps my driving skills in check, and I always know I can see the snow disappear in my rear view mirror when our visit ends as we head back home to a place that stays much too warm for snow, but seems to be perfect for mosquitoes.
Submitted by Nathan Neil
I grew up in the area, and now call Chambersburg home. In fact, I recently decided to relocate my business to the beautiful property of the Scotland Campus, which was once the Scotland School for Veterans Children.
Franklin County, to me, is a great mix of the outdoors, culture and the laidback lifestyle of a smaller towns. On the weekends, my family has options to hit the mountains for a hike or bike ride, head to one of the many downtowns for a great show and dinner, or there always seems to be a festival we can enjoy. I think many locals take it for granted, but the rolling hills and mountain ranges offer up some of the best views, hikes and sunsets than any other place I have been.
The county also a unique diversity of towns, each with its own personality and plenty to do. A day trip to any of them always brings a new adventure.
Submitted by Lauren Cappuccio
On a beautiful sunny Thursday, I packed up my work things and traded my work clothes for a t-shirt and jeans. For my first trip in Franklin County kayaking on a creek, I was pretty confident that I could hold my own.
We were going be paddling on the Conococheague Creek (CON-OH-CA-JIG), otherwise referred to as “The Jig.” Named by Delaware Indian’s for “many-turns-river,” in the early days, this creek was a big resource for settlers. Weaving throughout Franklin County and into neighboring areas until it empties into the Potomac River, the creek flows at a steady pace, with some small rapids but is fairly easily sailing with trees lining the banks, providing a nice shade.
While preparing to go in the creek, our guides showed my boss and I the basics, such as how to sit and position our legs so we wouldn’t be too sore the next day. They also showed us the proper way of using the paddles and hand positions. I chose to wear a life jacket even though it wasn’t required. After the guides got us into the kayaks with no casualties, we were off.
The first thing you notice on the river is how manmade things and noises fade into the background. Almost immediately after we started down the Conococheague Creek, the sounds of cars, machine noises and human voices faded. In their place, the sounds of birds, frogs and the serene sound of flowing water over rocks.
Overhead, a guide pointed to the largest nest I’d ever seen in a nearby sycamore tree. It dominated the branches it was nestled in.
“A bald eagle is nesting here,” he said. “We haven’t seen the babies yet.”
The eagle propelled itself into the air and my vision was clouded by the bird that was, by my guess, only 200 feet from me. And this was after I had barely gone a mile down the river. It was the first of many, birds, frogs and even a groundhog that we saw on our trip down the creek.
The creek, which was clear enough to see small fish swimming against the current, still held the tell-tale reminders of people. A fish darted past what looked like a coffee filter. Tires, aluminum foil, beer cans, a sofa cushion, all littered the banks and water. It was sad, but a reminder how quickly we as people can change our surroundings with laziness.
I asked, what I found out, were the usual questions as I tried to hold on my own on the river. Had they ever fallen out of the kayaks? Did they ever see snakes? How old was the oldest person who tried kayaking? As they gave me the answers, yes, only two in 15-some years, and a lady in her upper 70’s, it suddenly dawned on me that I was talking more with them and my riding companion then I had done in a while.
“It can be like one long conversation out there,” said one of my guides earlier in the ride. I was slowly finding out that he was right. It was easy to fall into conversation and then have it slip away to listen to the stillness of nature.
As we paddled down the river, they continued to teach me about the proper way to paddle and how to slow down. It was about building muscle memory, they said, and almost like the instinct to turn a car the opposite way during sliding against ice, paddling backward on one side would cause the boat to go in the other direction.
After getting myself stuck several times on low-lying areas, I realized I wasn’t quite as skilled as I remembered. In an effort to make me feel better about my “skills,” one of the guides told me he had some kids from the city out on kayaks who had been scared of crickets and told me one man flipped his kayak several times down the river in a matter of hours.
I was assured I wasn’t that bad at kayaking, which was something.
In my time on the river, a few things kept coming to my mind. One, was how simple it was to just cast off into the river and spend several hours paddling and relaxing. It felt like once you were out there, the kayak and paddles became an extension of your body. Two, was that I had promised to take pictures, but my phone, wrapped in a plastic bag to keep from getting wet, remained there for the duration of my journey because I didn’t want to miss anything.
The minutes became longer until we reached our ending point. After a hand to make sure I didn’t fall into the river (thanks guys), I was back on dry land. My mind was clear and I was laughing with everyone about what we’d seen, including the eagle, which I still couldn’t believe had been that close to me.
It was after we were driving away from the river, that I could put my feelings into words. Kayaking was not only good exercise (as I felt a little of the strain the next day) but I had felt close to nature, closer to