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Monocacy Church of the Brethren

by Theresa Dardanell

The Brethren Love Feast is a reenactment of the Last Supper. It is celebrated at the Monocacy Church of the Brethren on Holy Thursday (Maundy Thursday) and on the first Sunday in November. I met with Pastor Tracy Wiser and members of the congregation in June and learned that the Love Feast consists of four parts: preparation, feet washing, simple meal of soup and sandwiches, and communion. It is held in the original church building that was established in 1853. The church, which was built in the traditional meeting-house style, still contains the original pews with backs that tilt up to become tables for the Love Feast.  The soup is cooked downstairs in the original kettles. Although many of the traditions have continued, some things have changed. Men and women now sit together instead of on separate sides of the church, and visiting worshipers no longer stay overnight as they did in the “horse and buggy” days.

Modern conveniences, as well as a fellowship hall and education wing, have been added to the historic building. A chair lift from the main floor to the downstairs fellowship hall adds handicap accessibility. Monocacy Church of the Brethren will celebrate its 165th anniversary this year on Sunday, December 2.

Sunday worship begins with the Christian education hour at 9:30 a.m. Adult classes focus on various topics, and children attend classes appropriate for their ages. Before the worship service begins at 10:30 a.m., the children recite memory verses that they learned during their class. The service continues with scripture readings, prayers, a sermon, and the sharing of joys and concerns, as well as traditional hymns with organ accompaniment. Once a month, a praise service features contemporary music. Bread and Cup Communions are held at the end of worship on the second Sundays in June and September and are open to all professing Christians.

Bible Study and Vacation Bible School are part of the educational program. Bible Study is held on the third Thursday of every month, from 7:00-8:30 p.m. Each lesson is a self-contained study of a particular topic like doubt, procrastination, failure, or jealousy.

Vacation Bible School for children will be held this year from July 18-21. The theme is “Rolling River Rampage — Experience the ride of a lifetime with God.” All children are welcome to attend. Sign up online or call Deb Eyler at 301-271-7396.

Pastor Tracy said that Monocacy Church of the Brethren is “a small country church but very much a family church.” They celebrate member birthdays once a month after Sunday services, and enjoy summer picnics and Christmas socials. On Sunday July 22, they will meet at Mount Tabor Park to participate in the annual “Worship in the Park,” which combines worship with a picnic. Many of the members are also active with the local fire department. The Ladies Aid Committee and Outreach Committee members hold bake sales, yard sales, and auctions to raise funds that are used to help church and community members in need. The Thurmont Food Bank, Heifer International, the JoyEl ministry, and Operation Christmas Child are also recipients of the generosity of the congregation. Last year, fifty-three shoe boxes were assembled and donated to the Operation Christmas Child organization.

Everyone is welcome to attend the Brethren Love Feast, Sunday worship service, Worship in the Park, Bible Study, Vacation Bible School, and Church Picnic. The church is located at 13517 Motters Station Road in Rocky Ridge. You can reach the church office at 301-271-3588.

Their very informative and up-to-date website at provides details about all of their worship services and events, as well as photos, sermons, history, newsletters, and more.

Pastor Tracy Wiser (center, behind podium) is pictured with members of the Monocacy Church of the Brethren.

Making July a True Blast

by Anita DiGregory

Mmmm…July! What a wonderful month. Typically, the pace of life slows just a bit. As we begin to relax and exhale into summer, we, as a country, come together to celebrate the birth of our nation.

This year, we observe our 242nd birthday—that’s a lot of candles!  During those years, our country has experienced joys, sorrows, successes, heartache, victories, sufferings, triumphs, and rebirths. Through it all, in July, as a nation we unite to celebrate independence and freedom, dedication and service, equality and diversity, family and friends.

With parades, concerts, memorials, and fireworks, we proudly commemorate our nation, our flag, and that for which it stands. “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

This month as you and your family hit the beach or pool, visit local carnivals, host cookouts, or attend local firework displays, I wish you all a safe and blessed time, filled with beautiful family memory-makers. Here are some additional fun activities to share with the ones you love.


Share a story. Studies have repeatedly shown the importance and benefits of reading aloud with our children. These storybooks make explaining the birth of our nation more understandable to even young readers (and listeners): The Story of America’s Birthday by Patricia Pingry, The Night Before the Fourth of July by Natasha Wing, The Berenstain Bears God Bless our Country by Mike Berenstain, and The Fourth of July Story by Alice Dalgliesh.


Host some games. Celebrate with family, friends, and neighbors. Try hosting backyard olympics. Games could include a volleyball tournament, water balloon battle, egg toss, kick-the-can game, relays, and a hopscotch competition.

Fashion food festivities.Organize a fun, old-fashioned block party. Invite neighbors to bring their favorite foods to share. Or host a family barbeque. Create yummy red, white, and blue favorites. Finish the night with some delicious, gooey s’mores.



Let your red, white, and blue shine. Decorate your home in our nation’s colors. Have the kids help you display the flag. Take the opportunity to talk to them about our flag, its history and importance, and how to care for it.


Say “Thank you.” Take the opportunity to talk to your children about those who have served and continue to serve our country. Have them write a thank you letter or make a card or gift, and help them deliver it to a relative or neighbor who has served our country.


Take some time to reflect. Visit a memorial. Take a trip to Arlington National Cemetery. Visit your church and light a candle or say a prayer for our country and those who have sacrificed for freedom.


Create colorful crafts. Kids of all ages love crafts, and what better time for crafting than in celebration of the fourth of July. The Web and Pinterest have lots of ideas from which to choose, and they don’t have to be expensive. We took a trip to the local dollar store for supplies and created a patriotic lantern, centerpiece, and wreath. The kids had a blast and love seeing their creations decorating the house.

by Valerie Nusbaum

When Randy and I were children, playing Password meant watching a game show on television.  The show was hosted by Allen Ludden, who was the husband of national treasure, Betty White. My family also had the Password board game.

Nowadays, playing password means something entirely different. It means not being able to remember what password goes with which online account. We have passwords for our computer and our email, and a password for each site we post on. In my case, that’s Etsy, Pinterest, and Facebook. Randy has a password for his Twitter account. Let’s not forget that all those medical portals and any place we shop online and have an account require us to have a valid password. We also need passwords for our phones and voicemail. I’m sure I’m forgetting some sites. Oh, I just remembered online banking, which requires a password and several other pieces of information. And don’t get me started on PIN numbers. That’s a whole other kettle of fish.

We are advised not to use the same password for everything, and that’s where I have a problem. I can only remember one password.  Any more than that and I have to write it down. Then I forget where I’ve written it. I have an entire Rolodex full of passwords; people make fun of me because I’m still using a Rolodex. What would you have me do? One note: You cannot access your Land’s End account with your L. L. Bean password.  Just saying.

Randy and I discussed my recent visit to an unfamiliar website on which I set up an account. I griped that I’d most likely be unable to access the site or my account in the future, but that I’d gotten the information I needed. Randy assured me that he’d been able to access his own account for a second time. He said, “Well, it took ten days and a letter from the administrator because I’d locked myself out when I used the wrong password, but, hey, I consider that a victory.”

I originally intended to write this column about my foray into Instagram. I know. I swore I’d never sink low enough to post photos on Instagram; but, since Etsy (the site where I sell my art prints online) is practically forcing us shop owners to do more self-promotion to drive sales to the site, I felt I didn’t have much choice. I managed to set up an initial account for myself, just to see what would be involved with posting photos of my work and process. That was as far as I got, because I found that I needed to open a Google Play account in order to download the Instagram application before I could begin posting.  I don’t have time to play, and I rarely ever Google anyone or anything, but there was no way around it. Randy helped me set up the Google account. Naturally, I needed a password to do that, and I’d already made up another password for Instagram. Those are several hours of my life I’ll never get back, but I now have thirteen followers, so I’m sure it was all worth it.

I know, dear readers, that you must get tired of me fussing about technology and how it’s supposed to make my life easier but only seems to cause me stress and anxiety. So, I’m open to suggestions. If you can tell me a good way to keep all this stuff straight, I’m all ears. You can find me on Instagram or Facebook, or you can visit my Etsy shop and send me a convo. When I remember how to get back into my accounts, I’ll read your messages and thank you for your help. Seriously.

While all this was going on, we had a very nice thing happen. Randy got ready for work the other morning and walked outside to get the newspaper. He came back inside and had a puzzled look on his face.  I’m used to that look, so I didn’t think too much of it.

“I know I’m not the most observant person in the world,” he said, “but has that green flower pot always been on the front porch?”

“What green flower pot?” I asked. We have two terra cotta pots, filled with red and white impatiens. I wondered if he meant one of those.

He dragged me to the front door and, lo and behold, there was indeed a large, very pretty green flower pot on the porch, filled with beautiful dark blue/purple petunias and violas. Maybe they’re not violas, but I get my flowers confused. I should really read the tags. Anyway, it’s gorgeous.

“Nope. That’s definitely new, and I didn’t do it. Is there a card or note?” I asked.

There was no card or note, but it certainly was a wonderful surprise. Someone was kind enough to think of us, and it really made our day. I wish I could thank the giver(s) in person, but this will have to suffice.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take credit for it,” I said to Randy.

“Yeah, I almost did, but I would have told you the pot had been there for weeks just to mess with you,” replied my loving husband.

And you wonder why most of my passwords are four-letter words.

Richard Bard Rescues His Wife

by James Rada, Jr.

Editor’s Note: This is the third in a series of columns about Richard Bard’s escape from captivity and the rescue of his wife.

After the Delaware Indians had captured the Bard Family in 1758, Richard Bard managed to escape his captivity after a few days. His wife, Catherine, wasn’t so lucky. She remained a prisoner of the Indians.

The Delawares initially beat her, but once the war party arrived back in their village, two braves adopted Catherine as a sister. “She was treated during this time by her adopted relations with much kindness, even more than she had reason to expect,” Catherine’s son, Archibald, wrote in Incidents of Border Life.

In the meantime, Richard Bard recovered from his ordeal and began hunting for his wife. The Indians had already killed one of his children, and he wasn’t going to lose his wife. “From the time that my father was taken by the Indians until my mother was released, he did little else than wander from place to place in quest of information respecting her and after he was informed where she was his whole mind bent upon contriving plans for her redemption,” Archibald wrote.

Bard traveled to Fort Duquesne in the fall of 1758. A treaty had been signed with the Indians there, and Bard went to meet with them to ask about his wife to see if he could find out where she had been taken.

Some of these Indians were the ones who had raided Bard’s mill and captured him, his family, and friends. “My father observed among them several who were there when he was taken prisoner, to these he discovered himself they professed not to know him on which he enquired of them they did not recollect having been at the taking of nine persons referring them to the time and place,” Archibald wrote.

When Bard left the Indians and returned to Fort Duquesne, he was followed by a young man. The man told Bard that after he had gone, the Indians had said “that they never had a stronger desire for anything than to have sunk the tomahawk into his head, and that they had agreed to kill him on his return next day,” according to Archibald. The young Indian warned Bard not to return the next day if he wanted to live.

Instead, Bard chose to travel with a wagon convoy to Fort Bedford, where he met an Indian named Captain White Eyes, who was friends with the Moravian missionaries in the area. A few miles from Fort Bedford, the Indians with the convoy got drunk. One of the wagon drivers was scalped, and Bard was once again captured.

“Captain White Eyes was soon under the influence of liquor, and told Bard if he tried to escape, he would be shot. He told Bard that he knew that he had escaped from the Delawares before,” wrote  L. Dean Calimer in Franklin County Archives VII. White Eyes fired at Bard, but he jumped behind a tree. Bard then moved around the tree to keep it between himself and the Indian. The other Indians found this amusing, until one of them finally grew tired of it and disarmed White Eyes.

White Eyes then grabbed a stick and began beating Bard, but Bard managed to make his way to a horse and escape.

Following up on information about his wife being at the Indian village of Shamokin (Sunbury, Pennsylvania), Bard made his way to Pittsburgh. He wrote a letter to his wife, saying that if her adopted friends would bring her to Pittsburgh and release her, he would pay 40 pounds. Bard was hoping that even if they didn’t release her, some other Indians would hear about the reward offer and find a way to free her.

While the Indians who had adopted Catherine Bard were willing to free her, they feared that they wouldn’t be paid the bounty.

“To allay their suspicions he told them to keep him as a hostage, while they sent Mrs. Bard into the town with an order for the money. This put the savages in good humor, and they took them into the town, where the money was paid and his wife was released,” Calimer wrote.

Catherine had been a captive of the Delawares for two years and five months.

Following her release, the Bards returned to Franklin County and bought a plantation near Williamson.

Bard went on to serve in the Revolutionary War. He was also a member of the Pennsylvania Convention in 1787, which was the group of Pennsylvanians who were asked to ratify the U.S. Constitution in the Commonwealth.

He died in 1799. He is buried in the Church Hill Graveyard in Mercersburg, Pennsylvania.

Catherine kept one memento—if you can call it that—of her time among the Delawares. It is a horn spoon that was given to her to help her in her work as a woman of the tribe. It was passed down through the females of the family.

One interesting post-captivity story is that one of Catherine’s “brothers” came to visit the Bards. While there, he went to a tavern and got a bit drunk. He was attacked by a white man who tried to kill him, but only severely wounded him.

According to the book, The Bard Family, “The Indian was cared for at Mr. Bard’s house until he recovered, but he was afterward put to death by his tribe on the pretense that he had joined the white people.”

Catherine died in 1811. She is buried in the Church Hill Graveyard with her husband.

Captured and forced to stay with the Delawares tribe for over two years, Catherine Bard kept one memento of her time with the Delawares, a horn spoon, given to her to help her in her work as a woman of the trible.





Sergeant Kenneth Lionel Krom

by Jim Houck, Jr.

Author’s Note: I originally wrote this article about Kenny Krom in July of 2012. I interviewed his mother, Betty; his brother, Ronnie; and high school friends, Gary Valentine and Gerry Orndorff. I am sorry to report that Kenny’s mother, and brother, Ronnie (they were the last of the immediate family), and Gary and Gerry have all passed on in these past seven years. I think the folks that missed the article when it was first published should have a chance to read about the first local casualty of the Vietnam War, who graduated from Emmitsburg High School.

The following are “Precious Memories” from Kenneth’s family about his life before the Vietnam War.


Mrs. Betty Krom — Ken’s Mother

Mrs. Krom is eighty-eight years of age and totally independent. She still drives to church on Sunday, does her own grocery shopping, and goes to the pharmacy for her medicine. She also mows her lawn—and she has a very large lawn. Mrs. Krom recently had back surgery and still uses a walker to get around. She said as long as she can get on the tractor seat, she can mow. She resides in Walkersville, but said she misses living in Emmitsburg.

Mrs. Krom said that when Ken was born on August 8, 1947, at Annie M. Warner Hospital in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, the hospital was the size of a large two-story house. She said Ken was a very good baby, and she had no problems raising him. He had a normal childhood, playing with his friends and going to school. He was a person who would do anything for you. He did well in school and tried to be the best at whatever endeavor he chose—whether it be scholastic, shop class, or sports. Mrs. Krom said Ken had one brother, Ronnie, who was two years older than him, and aside from the usual sibling rivalry, Ken looked up to Ronnie. Ronnie had a bread route while he was in high school, and when Ronnie had to give it up, Ken took it over.

Ken’s first vehicle was a black Corvair van that he used to deliver bread after school. She said he would pick up the bread at Smith’s Bakery in Ladiesburg, Maryland, and deliver it house-to-house to his customers. She said he also worked for Lawrence Basler, doing farm work while in high school.

Ken graduated from Emmitsburg High School with the class of 1965. Mrs. Krom said that he then went to work for a construction company, helping to build the brick plant at Rocky Ridge. After wrecking his black Corvair van, he bought an old brown panel truck to drive to work. His next job was with Moore Business Forms in Thurmont, where he saved enough money to buy a blue 1966 Chevelle convertible that was his pride and joy. He really took care of that car. He worked at Moore’s until he was drafted. He was engaged to Marie Devilbiss, but never made it back to marry her.

During our interview, Mrs. Krom was getting tired and having a hard time talking about what happened to Ken in Vietnam. I knew recalling a tragedy that happened almost forty years ago may take a toll on her, so I thanked her for talking with me and promised I would return the pictures she loaned me.

Ronald Krom — Kenny’s Brother

Ron was in the U.S. Army, stationed in Japan, where he was part of a military police unit. His tour of duty was almost over when Kenny was drafted.

Ron remembers Kenny as an almost-always positive, fun-loving boy. They grew up in a loving, close-knit family. He and Kenny fished a lot and played along the Monocacy River, which ran very close to where they lived. A lot of their childhood was spent swimming and fishing. They would dip for suckers at Stony Branch. The nearest neighbor lived about a mile away, and they would go to their farm to play. The kids would find eggs in the hay loft, where the bantam chickens laid them. They would have egg fights, and Ron said they would really sting when they were hit in the face. He recalled that being boys and being brothers, Ron and Kenny would get into scraps, and Kenny—even though he was younger and smaller—was a tough kid to handle. He said that Kenny would win some, but even if Ron won, he lost, because he would be in trouble for picking the fight and have to cut weeds for two or three days as punishment. Kenny loved driving tractors. Any job having to do with a tractor, he would always want to drive the tractor. He would haul sawdust from Smith’s Sawmill in an old cart that was ready to fall apart. Ron can remember himself, Ken, and the neighbors playing baseball in his Uncle Jim’s field and using cow patties as bases. Ron said that they both also played baseball for the Rocky Ridge Progressive 4-H team. They played their games mostly at Thurmont Middle School and West Frederick Junior High School.

Ron said Kenny never did any homework for school, but always managed to pass his school tests and pass from grade to grade without difficulty. He had plenty of energy and loved to play school sports, and also liked weightlifting. Ron said that after his grandfather passed away, he and Kenny would take their grandfather’s car down in the meadow and pop wheelies.

Ron and Kenny had lots of fun together, but the time was far too short. He said that the last time he talked to Kenny was in South Carolina in April of 1968. He was at home in Walkersville when the call came from the U.S. Army about Kenny being a casualty. He said that his whole family was in shock. Kenny’s body was sent to a funeral home in Thurmont. There was to be no viewing of the body, but their father, Guy Krom, insisted on the viewing since he wanted to see for himself that it was, indeed, Kenny. The funeral director tried to talk Guy out of it to no avail, and Ron accompanied Guy when he went to view Kenny. Ron said his father was never the same after the viewing. He lost his father in 1983 to cancer.

Gary Valentine — Local Businessman, Neighbor, Classmate and Friend of Kenny

Gary remembers Kenny as quite a character. He was funny, intelligent, and a very giving person. He said Kenny liked the Three Stooges and frequently would do his Curly impersonation, which he would do perfectly. Gary said he was fun to be with, and Kenny spent a lot of time at Gary’s father’s (Richard Valentine) farm. They lived about a mile apart and spent so much of their time along the Monocacy River, fishing and swimming, that they became known as the “river rats.” They played, but they also had daily chores to get done before playtime. Gary and Kenny were in the graduating class of 1965. The last time Gary remembers seeing Kenny was at the drive-in movies in Bridgeport, Maryland. Gary joined the U.S. Air Force and was stationed in Japan.

Gary found out about Kenny when he called home and his dad told him Kenny got killed. Gary said, “It kind of let the wind out of my sails.”

He said he never got hooked up with him overseas. Gary was there and used to do a lot of island hopping and would go in-country (that was what Vietnam was known as to the vets), taking fruit and vegetables in and filled aluminum boxes out. He said that was known as the quiet ride. Gary was in Japan when Kenny was killed. Thank you, Gary, for the memories.


Gerry Orndorff — Classmate and Friend of Kenny

Gerry remembers Kenny as a kid who was always fun to be with. After Kenny got his driver’s license and took over Ron’s bread route, Gerry used to ride along and help with the deliveries. They did a lot of fishing and gigging at night and got a lot of fish and frogs. They practically lived at the river when they were young. They didn’t have any money to do anything, and even if they did have the money, there was nothing to do in the rural area, so their river excursions were very pleasurable.

When Rocky Ridge had a festival, Gerry said they would get a quarter from Dad to buy a bottle of pop. He said he was with Kenny when the transmission from Kenny’s van dropped on his trigger finger. After that, he could not bend it. Gerry thought that would keep Kenny from being drafted, but the Army said he could use another finger to pull the trigger. According to Gerry, Kenny also had a trick knee that would give out when he was playing ball, and sometimes, just walking. Kenny passed the Army physical exam, despite his problems. Kenny was proud to be in the U.S. Army and was determined to make the best of it. Gerry was devastated when he got the word of Kenny’s death. Thank you, Gerry, for talking to me.


I talked to several friends and classmates of Kenny, and it seems they all basically have similar memories and feelings about him. I am proud to have had the opportunity to talk to the family and friends of the kid who went to Emmitsburg High School, graduated with the class of 1965, grew up and was drafted into the U.S. Army, became Sergeant Kenneth Lionel Krom, and made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.

Kenny Krom, a hometown boy, became a true hero in every sense of the word forty-four years ago.


Army of the United States

A Co, 3rd, 22nd Infantry, 25th INF Div, USARV

Combat Infantry Badge, National Defense Medal, Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal and Purple Heart

D.O.B.: August 2, 1947

D.O.D.: August 18, 1968

Place of death: Tay Province, South Vietnam

The only graduate of Emmitsburg High School to lose his life in the Vietnam War.

by Buck Reed

Articles I Probaby Won’t  Be Writing This Month

First off, let me say the internet is a wonderful tool. At no time in the history of the world has information been so readily available for anyone who has access to it. Not only can we find out the current number of aardvarks at the zoo in Cleveland, Ohio, but we can also find out what Sally Scofield of New Banger, Maine, thinks of her neighbor’s blueberry crumble if the old dear decides she wants us to know. And one thing I know about Sally, she loves to share these things.

Looking up facts can be a tricky endeavor on the internet, and unless Snopes starts verifying the actual number of vegans there are on the planet, you pretty much must rely on what your fellow bloggers are saying. But if you are two days from deadline and need an idea on what to write about, the internet might be helpful. You can read through a few articles that seem to be trending and try to get an idea there. What you do not want to do is go on Facebook and get into your Learning Chef page and ask them for ideas.

The Learning Chef page is a pretty good one as far as sites go. It is made up of both professional and amateur cooks, looking to improve their art by sharing ideas as well as information. Unlike most pages for pro chefs, it doesn’t degrade into rants of self-important line cooks complaining about the know-nothing owners and the uncouth customers who just don’t understand how much Parmesan foam is going to make your dish a hit. The customers have Yelp to rant, and we have Facebook pages to retaliate. These guys are usually good with ideas and criticism and that is why I had no problem asking them for ideas. And they are good ideas, but just not for me.

One aspiring chef wanted me to write an article that would explain the life of a line cook and the trials they deal with on a daily basis. I rejected this idea immediately, under the notion that I do not want this to become a rage page for something that I decided a long time ago I wanted to do. The fact that someone didn’t like my specialty dish doesn’t change any of that. You think your life is hard, try doing it on the cruise ships. The fact that it is hard doesn’t mean I love it any less.

The next suggestion was a treatise on cooking your next meal in the dishwasher or under the hood of your car on the drive home. I can’t really do 500 words on “don’t do that.”

One girl wanted me to write about being a female in a professional kitchen. Until I go the Bruce Jenner route, I really have no frame of reference for this material.

Many suggested I write about Anthony Bourdain. It is a topical subject, but I never really related to his. He was an angry man who had a lot of demons. His story is a good example of no matter how much success or riches you might have in life, if you do not conquer your demons, that success is not going to help you much.

I did get a few ideas that might work, and you might see them here soon if I can flesh them out. But I would like to hear your ideas for this column. Please write to me at I promise if I reject them, I will not dedicate an article to them.

By Dr. Thomas K. Lo, Advanced Chiropractic & Nutritional Healing Center

As a nation, Americans eat inexpensive, poor-quality food that has been stripped of its nutrients. Most of us do not consume enough fresh fruits or vegetables daily, and many of the grains we consume are from instant rice, refined wheat breads, pastas, and cereal. We also tend to eat a tremendous amount of prepackaged and pre-made meals. Did you know that one-quarter of Americans eat at fast food restaurants each day? Many of us are overfed and undernourished, and many of the foods we eat do not provide our bodies with the nutrition it needs to survive and be healthy. Our bodies are crying out for nutrition, as we suffer from diabetes, heart disease, obesity…the list goes on.

Over the past seventy years, there has been a drastic decline in the quality of our food, resulting in a nation of sick people who are dependant on pharmaceutical drugs. Your body’s ability to function in a healthy way is dependent on the nourishment from the foods we eat, but many of those foods contain heavy metals, toxic chemicals, and pesticides. Our foods can also contain food coloring, preservatives, hormones, antibiotics, and synthetic additives. Some food is processed to the point of almost non-recognition. Current food conditions make it difficult to get all of the nutritional components your body requires to maintain its resiliency and heal.


There is Good News

Whole food supplements can help remedy this. Whole food supplements complete the nutritional gap. Nutrients within foods work synergistically to provide the body the tools it needs to restore and maintain optimal health. Given proper nutrition, the human body has an amazing ability to heal itself.


So How Do You Know Which Supplements Are Right for You?

At the Advanced Chiropractic & Nutritional Healing Center in Frederick, we utilize a technique called Nutritional Response Testing® (NRT).  Nutritional Response Testing® is a non-invasive system of analyzing the body to determine the underlying causes of ill or non-optimum health. The actual procedure is simple and direct, with the body providing all the information and feedback needed. Nutritional Response Testing® provides an accurate reading of how the different points (neurological reflexes) on the surface of the body relate to the state of health and to the flow of energy in every organ and functional system of the body. These reflexes are the body’s way of telling us what and how your nervous system is doing, as it is the nervous system’s responsibility to regulate the body’s functions for every organ. By testing the reflexes, the practitioner has a method of evaluating your body’s imbalances. The practitioner is able to identify exactly what whole food supplements your body needs and in what quantity.

After you are tested, you will get an individualized nutritional program, custom designed from the results of your analysis. Each case is unique and the nutritional program that you receive matched to your body’s needs. Most programs include dietary suggestions, as well as whole food supplements to aid your body in healing itself.


Reasons to Use Nutrition Response Testing

The following list contains the reasons that you should use Nutritional Response Testing.


  • You have one or more health problems that will not go away.


  • You have visited doctors, or even alternative practitioners, but the results were not what you expected or hoped.
  • Your health conditions are interfering with your life and affecting your career, family, and/or personal finances.


  • You realize that these conditions are probably not going to get any better unless the real source of the problem is found and corrected.


  • You are healthy, but want to make sure you are doing everything you can to maintain optimal health.


If you are eligible to be a Nutrition Response Testing® case, your chances of recovery have never been better. Patients who correct their underlying nutritional deficiencies typically present with 90 percent improved health.

Curious about what we offer? Check out our free nutrition seminars, held every alternating Tuesday and Thursday at the office in Frederick. You will be able to ask Dr. Lo any questions about his method and the practice. We want to assist you in attaining maximum possible health, while handling the real underlying heath issues. You can reach us at 240-651-1650. Check out the website at

by Theresa Dardanell

Graceham Moravian Church

The very popular “Served With Grace” monthly community meal is what most people know about Graceham Moravian Church, but it is only part of their very extensive ministry. Held on the first Monday of every month, this free dinner is a social event that brings the community together, while providing a nourishing meal. What you might not know is that some of the food that is served during the dinner is grown in the garden that is located on church property. Members of the Garden Ministry grow potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, and other vegetables. Surplus vegetables are donated to the local food bank.

“Served With Grace” is only one of the many local community outreach programs. They participate in the Thurmont Ministerium’s summer lunch program for children and Christmas Gift Program; organize and host the annual school supply drive for students in the Catoctin feeder district; and support the Thurmont Food Bank, Religious Coalition for Emergency Human Needs, Seton Center, Safe and Sane, Hospice, and Catoctin Community Medical Fund.

“Angie’s On The Bend” is a housing ministry for women who have experienced homelessness or who are in need of safe, affordable housing. The Women’s Fellowship Group at Graceham Moravian Church makes Valentines to send to shut-ins and the elderly, creates ornaments at Christmas for nursing home residents, and visits St. Catherine’s nursing home to lead games and social activities. The Garden Ministry also grows sunflowers, zinnias, and perennials, which are then given to members and friends who are confined to their homes. Youth members also visit and deliver flowers to nursing home residents.

Prayer, of course, is an important ministry. An Opioid Prayer Group meets on Thursdays at 5:45 p.m. to pray for those struggling with addiction, as well as their families and those providing services, and they pray for a solution to end the crisis. There is a Prayer Shawl Ministry and a Prayer Chain Ministry. Worship leadership at St. Catherine’s is provided several times a year.

Community outreach is not limited to local organizations. The congregation supports the Sowers’ Family Mission work in Honduras; their work includes feeding centers for children, training for pastors, and building hospitals. Shoe boxes and backpacks full of essential items donated by church members are assembled by the Christian Education Committee and sent to children in Honduras. The annual youth mission trip is an opportunity for the young members of the congregation to travel to other areas of the country and provide services, including exterior painting, building new porches and wheelchair ramps, and roofing. The church also supports the work of the Moravian Church’s Interprovincial Board of World Mission through monetary and in-kind gifts, as well as participation in mission trips.

Fundraising helps to support all of the many outreach programs.  The popular Turkey and Oyster dinners are held every March and October. Over two days, between 750 and 1,300 family-style meals are served. Some of the dinners are prepared for home delivery by the Caring Team Ministry. Along with the turkey and fried oysters, diners enjoy stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans sauerkraut, coleslaw, cranberry sauce, rolls, cake, and beverages. Peanut butter balls made by the Women’s Fellowship Group, as well as crafts and baked goods, are available for sale. Other fundraisers include a Valentine’s dinner in February, cake auction in August, yard sale at the church during Colorfest, and the senior citizen’s Christmas dinner in December.

Christian education takes place throughout the year. Classes for adults and children are provided by a dedicated staff of teachers and assistants at 9:15 a.m. on Sundays, from September through May. In June, July, and August, children attend Summerfest during the 9:15 a.m. worship service. Children who are members of the congregation have the opportunity to attend retreats and camps at the Hope Conference and Renewal Center in Hope, New Jersey. An annual silent auction provides half of the registration cost for each child. Children in the community are invited to participate in vacation Bible school, where they rotate through stations and enjoy games, crafts, music, stories, and snacks.

The Music Ministry is very busy. The different groups alternate to provide joyful music during the services. There is a Children’s Choir, a Hosanna Choir, and a Praise Team. The “Bells of Grace” handbell choir, which is open to children and adults, celebrated its 50th anniversary in 2016. In addition to performances at Graceham Moravian and other churches, they have performed at St. Catherine’s and in various states over the years.

Graceham Moravian was founded in 1758. The original wood building was replaced in 1791, and the new sanctuary was added in 1822. Additional wings were built over the years, with the latest addition in 1989. There are currently about 250 members who are part of the worldwide Moravian church. Their mottos are “Our Lamb Has Conquered, Let Us Follow Him” and “In Essentials, Unity; In Non-essentials, Liberty; In All Things, Love.”

Everyone is invited to join the Sunday worship services, which are held at 8:00 a.m. and 10:30 a.m., September through May.  There is a 9:15 a.m. service in June, July, and August. The church is located at 8231A Rocky Ridge Road in Thurmont.

Visit or call 301-271-2379 for more information.

Pastor Sue Koenig (second from right) is shown with members of the Graceham Moravian Church.

by Valerie Nusbaum

When people are going through a major ordeal, one would hope that the fates would be kind and not pile on more trials and tribulations.  Such has not been the case for us recently.

Does anyone remember that terrible wind storm we had back at the beginning of March? Yes, I know that March is supposed to come in like a lion, but did we really need a whole pride? I remember it, vividly. It was a Friday, and Randy was in the hospital in Towson. I had been staying down there in the family housing, but I came home on Thursday evening because I had an appointment on Friday.  Randy called me early on Friday morning and said that his surgeon was releasing him, and he needed me to pick him up. No problem. I had to drive to Brunswick for my appointment and to check on my mom, and I’d head to Towson after that. I went down to the basement to get some bottled water and happened to feel a draft. I was none too happy to discover that the wind had blown our storm door off the frame and had knocked out the glass panel. The interior door was nearly shoved inward, too. I did the best I could to shore things up, but I had to leave it and head out.

On my way to Brunswick, a light came on in my car, telling me that my tire pressure was low. I hoped it was due to the cold weather, but decided to stop at the garage to check since I had a long drive ahead of me and the wind was trying to shove me off the road. The first mechanic refused to put air in my tires, but he did point out that I needed new ones. Dry rot. At this point, I was ready to sit in a corner and cry, but I still had to see my doctor, get a shot, check on Mom, and pick up Randy. By the time I got to Mom’s, I was a mess, and she suggested going back to the garage to get air in my tires. The lady (and I use that term loosely) at the garage desk was downright hostile, but I had taken my mommy with me and she set her straight. Mom’s friend, Mike, put some air in the tires for me. He also pointed out that I needed new ones. The good news was that Randy was coming home and all the hassles were worth it to get him here, and even though I’m old, and she’s older, my mother still goes to battle for me.

We had some roof damage from the wind storm, too, so we decided to file an insurance claim for the roof and basement doors. The adjuster who worked our case wasn’t happy that we went ahead and had the roof fixed by our own contactor, but we were glad we did because the roofers did the repairs the day before we had the blizzard. Randy and the adjuster went a few rounds, and our claim was eventually denied. Our insurance agent got involved, and we’re waiting for a new claim. I imagine we’ll be waiting a long time. We had our contractors replace the basement doors anyway. It had to be done, and the doors are really nice ones.

The dryer hose managed to separate itself from the dryer and blew lint all over the laundry room.  We’re lucky we didn’t have a fire. I had been telling Randy that the hose needed to be cleaned, so now that’s done. The laundry room is clean and shiny, too, and I’m looking at new dryers.

While our yard was being mowed and trimmed, a rock hit our front storm door glass and shattered it into 10,000 little pieces.  I discovered it when I opened the interior door and a sucking, whooshing sound let me know that something bad was about to happen.  I was able to shove the interior door closed just in time to keep the glass shards from cascading down on me. I had never liked the storm door because it was so heavy. Now we have a much lighter one, and it’s easier for me to get in and out when my hands are full.

We discovered ants in our pantry.  The pantry got a good cleaning, all opened food is now stored in containers and plastic bags, and we have an exterminator on retainer.

I got four new tires and found out that I need new brakes, and that was just after Randy had a flat tire on the way home. He was lucky he wasn’t on the highway. It happened right in front of our house.

My toilet isn’t working, Mom’s oven caught fire, and the last two times I’ve tried to meet my cousin Tricia for lunch, I’ve had to cut it short and go to a funeral.

Honest, I’m doing my best to be positive and focus on the good things. I found eight cents in the parking lot the other day, and never mind that the clerk inside the store was horribly rude to me. What I’m trying to say is that life is all about how we look at it. I’m trying.  Really, I am.

P.S.  Thank you, Barb Barbe!

by Christine Maccabee

“There is No Planet B”

When I heard that the President Macron of France was coming to the United States to meet with our president, I knew he had an important agenda. I knew in my heart that he would speak up for the need for our country to join with other nations to preserve the health of our precious planet Earth, and he did not disappoint.

True confession…I am a news junkie. I want, and need, to know what is going on in our country and around the world. Having no TV, I listen to C-span quite a lot, as I do chores or gardening projects. I like to hear many points of view, though not agreeing with all of them, of course. Who does?

A couple of weeks ago, I just happened to be tuned in at the very time the French President was speaking to Congress, so I stopped in my tracks to listen. I have always seen Macron as a truth seeker and a very good leader, who is not afraid to speak truth to power, and he did not disappoint that day! Perhaps you heard him, too.

Young President Macron, just thirty-nine, spoke boldly and eloquently, explaining the importance of us all to work together, for “in the long run, we will have to face the same realities, as we are citizens of the same planet; so we will have to work together to ensure the health of Earth’s oceans, its critical biodiversity, preserving these things for our children and their children.”

Macron said he sees the U.S pullout of the Paris Climate Agreement (signed by 176 nations in 2015) as “a short-term family disagreement,” and that he believes “it is the responsibility of lawmakers to ensure leaving our children a planet that is liveable in twenty-five years.” With those words, there was an immediate loud cheer from members of Congress, and a loud applause in my heart, for truth recognizes truth.

This amazingly intelligent and caring young man spoke for most of us, I am sure, for who does not care for the health of the oceans, which are filled with plastic debris that are killing aquatic life, left and right? Who does not care that the Polar ice caps are melting much faster than anyone thought, creating sea-level rise and confusion in weather patterns? And, who does not care that our rainforests are being clear cut, destroying untold diversity of plant and animal habitat and necessary oxygen, our trees being the lungs of the earth? I am sure our children care, as do Emmanuel Macron’s children. He is speaking for them and for the Earth, as we can’t have one without the other.

President Macron continued on, saying, “I believe we must transition to low carbon economies, because what is the meaning of life if our decisions, if our jobs, are destroying quality of life on our Earth? We must work together to create new jobs, new opportunities, so as we work [to support our families] we are also supporting our Earth.” Last I heard, France is phasing out all coal-related jobs within a few years. I have also heard that Finland is a totally fossil-fuel-free nation already, employing nothing but wind and solar; but then, these two nations are much smaller than the U.S., with fewer wealthy fossil fuel magnates, so it is likely easier for them to come to agreements about energy.

Still, I want to thank you, Emmanuel Macron, for lifting my spirits that day. I pray that your wise leadership and earth ambassadorship will create a ripple in our own country towards wise choices in the very near future, for there truly is “no planet B!”(at least not one that we have discovered yet).

Richard Bard Makes Good His Escape

by James Rada, Jr.

Editor’s Note: This is the second in a series of columns about Richard Bard’s escape from captivity and the rescue of his wife.

Richard Bard had made his getaway from the Delaware Indians, who had captured his family at their mill near present-day Fairfield on April 13, 1758. He was one of the lucky ones. Two others had been killed by the Indians for no apparent reason. Six other people were still being held prisoner, including his wife.

When the Indians discovered his escape, they searched for Bard, but he hid in a hollow log. Once the Indians had passed him by and were out of hearing range, Bard climbed out and ran off in the other direction.

“He traveled [across] the mountain pick[ing] berries and herbs to survive. His feet and legs were swollen, and his body was in a weak condition. The snow on the brush and leaves of the laurel made it impossible to walk, and he was [compelled] to creep on his hands and knees under the thick brush,” according to L. Dean Calimer in Franklin County Archives VII.

The Indians and their captives remained in the area for a day and night before making their way another twenty miles until they reached an Indian village. There, Catherine Bard, Richard’s wife, was severely beaten by the squaws in the village.

“Now almost exhausted with fatigue she requested leave to remain at this place but was told she might if she preferred being scalped to proceeding,” Archibald Bard, one of Richard and Catherine’s children, wrote in Incidents of Border Life. Instead, the Indians traveled to another village called, Cususkey. Catherine and the others were beaten in this town as well. One man was even killed. “The Indians formed themselves into a circle round the prisoner and commenced by beating him some with sticks and some with tomahawks. He was then tied to a post near a large fire and after being tortured sometimes with burning coals they scalped him and put the scalp on a pole to bleed before his face. A gun barrel was then heated red hot and passed over his body and with a red hot bayonet they pierced his body with many repetitions. In this manner they continued torturing him singing and shouting until he expired,” Archibald wrote.

Meanwhile, Richard was undergoing his own trials to stay alive. The fifth day after his escape, he got some protein in his diet when he killed and ate a rattlesnake.

Eight days after his escape, he found himself in a stream that he would have to wade. On the other side of the river, he found a path that led him to a settlement. He found himself facing three Indians. Instead of being the Delaware Indians who had captured him, they were friendly Cherokee Indians. They escorted Bard to Fort Lyttletown, where he recovered from his experience.

Meanwhile, Catherine’s ordeals went from being physically abused to being adopted as a sister by two Delaware Indians. Catherine was to replace their actual sister, who had died. Over the next few months, Catherine’s new family traveled so much that she became ill and nearly died.

When she did recover, she got a glimpse of what the future might hold for her when she met a woman she knew. “This woman had been in captivity some years and had an Indian husband by whom she had one child,” Archibald wrote. “My mother reproved her for this but received for answer that before she had consented they had tied her to a stake in order to burn her.”

The woman also told her that once captive women learned the Indian language, they either married one of the Delawares or were killed. Knowing this, Catherine played dumb and did not learn the language. She remained as the sister of the braves and was treated kindly.

Once recovered from his ordeal, Richard set out to free his family. He began seeking information about his wife and the Delawares, making many trips from Franklin County to western Pennsylvania, as he followed up on leads. As the weeks turned into years, he despaired at what had happened to his family, but he did not give up.

This determination was what would finally lead to his family being reunited.

The cover of The Ballad of Richard Bard, a long poem about Bard’s escape from the Indians who captured his family.

by Jim Houck, Jr.

Specialist 4th Class Thomas Eugene Joy

173rd Airborne Brigade

Tom Joy was born on December 5, 1948, at Annie M Warner Hospital Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, to Austin L. and Catherine E. (Walter) Joy, and was taken home to live with them on East Main Street in Emmitsburg. Tom is the youngest member of his family, having five sisters and two brothers. Tom and his siblings went to St. Euphemia’s Elementary School and went on to graduate from St. Joseph’s High School. Baseball was Tom’s favorite sport, and he loved playing the game. He also played basketball while attending high school. He enjoyed fishing and hunting (ask him about chicken hunting) with the friends he went to school with—Terry Myers, Mike Orndorff, John Sherwin, and Eddie Pryor—and he still hunts and fishes with most of them. Tom, Terry, Mike, Eddie, and a few other friends and classmates went to Trenton, New Jersey, over Christmas vacation one year to some classes to see what it would be like to become a priest. While there, they attended a party and met some girls, thereby deciding to forget the priesthood and go for the girls and fun, instead. Tom also liked doing donuts in a Volkswagen at the old carnival grounds and hitting phone poles; however, he could never fool his dad with his faulty explanations of why the dents were in the VW. Tom, like so many Emmitsburgians, worked at Mount St. Mary’s College (not yet co-ed or a University at that time), washing pots and pans while attending high school.

Tom joined the U.S. Army while in high school and wasn’t to report until July of 1967. Yet, shortly after graduating high school in 1967, his recruiting officer contacted him and asked him to report early in June because they didn’t have enough numbers for that month. Tom agreed to report early. Tom and his friend, Eddie Pryor, left at the same time for basic training to Fort Bragg, and from there to Fort Ord for military police training, and then on to Fort Benning, Georgia, for jump school and paratrooper training. He made five jumps while there. Tom was sent to the southern part of Vietnam after his training was completed as a military policeman. He was assigned to help guard prisoners of war. Tom said if you heard the bang and the whoosh whoosh whoosh sound, it meant outgoing mortar, but if you heard whoosh whoosh whoosh, find cover fast in a bunker before the bang because that meant it was incoming. When he first got to Vietnam, he was assigned to a tact corporation center that was a big area with wire all around it. If any dignitaries were there, they were in this one hooch. If there was incoming fire, he went in and woke the dignitaries to get them into a bunker, so no harm came to them. On his first night on watch, sure enough, incoming fire started coming in, so Tom went to the hooch. It was pitch black in there, and he felt around but someone was in the cot, so he hurried to get the heck out of there and find a bunker for himself. In his next bunker, he felt around for hand grenades and shells. When he discovered that he had jumped into an ammo bunker, he said it didn’t take him long to get out of there. Tom recalls a time he got into hot water because he didn’t shave, even though not shaving was allowed. His CO told him he was an MP and he wanted him to shave every day and to report to him after duty. Tom did, and the CO said to get a shovel and dig a 6 x 6 x 6 hole. He dug the hole and the CO came to inspect it. He said Tom did a nice job, then told him to fill it back in. With that punishment, Tom learned his lesson and shaved every day thereafter. Tom was honorably discharged from the army in 1970.

He met Ruth (his soul mate and wife) and they started dating. One day, they were in Thurmont, and Tom said he was hungry. So, he parked in front of Charlie and Pete Angel’s Sweet Shop. He asked Ruth to hold out her hand. She thought he was giving her a ring, but he handcuffed her to the steering wheel—as a joke—while he went in and ate. She thought they were toy handcuffs and tried to pull out of them. But the harder she pulled, the tighter they got since they were his MP cuffs. By the time Tom came out of the Sweet Shop, they were causing Ruth a lot of pain, and she was so mad at him. Despite the tricks he pulled on her, Tom and Ruth were married, and have two beautiful daughters: Lisa (born on Tom’s birthday) and Tina. Tom and Ruth lived above Green’s Bakery on West Main Street in Emmitsburg by the dough boy when they first got married. A few years later, they moved to Emmit Gardens, where they still reside today. Tom went to work for Moore Business Forms after he was discharged from the Army. He retired from there in May of 1997, after thirty-six years of service. He is enjoying every minute of his retirement.

Tom is a life member of the VFW and the AMVETS and Post Commander of the AMVETS Post 7 Thurmont, as well as a member of Post 7’s Honor Guard. Tom plays a part in most of the functions. He also belongs to Post 121 The American Legion Emmitsburg. Tom does a lot of volunteer time at St. Catherine’s Nursing Center in Emmitsburg and at Martinsburg W.V. Veterans Administration. He is also a social member of the Vigilant Hose Company in Emmitsburg. Tom and Ruth’s children and grandchildren— Samantha Star, Nicholas Scott, and Mathew Jacob—all live nearby, and they enjoy family functions together. I have been told when you go to a ball game, everywhere you look, there are Joys filling the seats. Tom loves a good joke, but when it comes to volunteering and helping Veterans, he is dead serious. I hope you have had as much joy reading this article as I had in writing this article. I wish Tom and the entire Joy family a happy and fulfilling future.

Note: This column that I wrote about Tom was originally published in The Catoctin Banner in August of 2012. Tom hasn’t changed much, except for getting a little older and being elected as Post 7 AMVETS Commander. Wait a minute…there was the time in 2014 when Tom and his wife, Ruth, were both voted in as AMVETS of the Year! Tom is still very active with Post participation and volunteer work for the Veterans and the community. Folks, if you meet Tom on the street or at the grocery store or in a restaurant (Tom hangs out at Post 7 AMVETS, a lot), please say hello, shake his hand, and thank him for all he does. Tom Joy is a Veteran and a “great human being,” and I am so proud to call him a friend.

Pictured from left are Jim Houck, Jr., Ruth (Tom’s wife), and Tom Joy. Tom won the AMVET of the Year Award, Ruth won the AMVET Auxiliary Member of the Year Award, and Jim Houck, Jr. won the AMVET Son of the Year Award.

by Buck Reed

Chili Nation

The exact origins of chili are muddled at best. The only sure thing is that it is an American dish that is only made in Mexico for tourists. In most Mexican culture, chili con carne is considered a vile dish served and eaten in the United States, from California to New York. So, I do not believe anyone would dispute our claim that this is an American dish.

Chili can find its origins all the way back to the 1600s, where a nun, Sister Mary of Agreda of Spain, said she ministered to the American Indians, who never even met her. She never left Spain, but it is said that she would go into lifeless trances for days, in which she claims she brought spiritual guidance to a faraway land. The Indians of North America called her spirit “The lady in Blue.” She is credited with being the first person to write out a recipe using antelope meat, onions, spices, chilis, and tomatoes. Every great dish should have a mystical element in its history. If we only could have worked in how Excalibur was used to chop the meat in the first chili.

Chili eventually found it’s way to the New World, and firmly found its place in the cattle drives of the 1850s. Dried beef was mixed with dried chilis and spices and formed into bricks that could easily travel and be rehydrated into a hot meal on the long drives. By the 1860s, the Texas penal system adopted chili to feed the inmates a cheap meal. Criminals would actually rate a jail house by the quality of the chili they served.

By the 1880s, Latino women would sell bowls of homemade chili, kept warm over mesquite fires from brightly colored carts. These women were dubbed “Chili Queens” and were considered a must-have for both a quick lunch or a late-night meal after a night of drinking. By the 1930s, they were put out of business due to poor health standards. A resurgence of the Chili Queens started in the 1980s, when San Antonio began doing historic reenactments, with a festival dedicated to them held in May.

The Chili Queens were quickly replaced by chili houses all through Texas, as well as the surrounding states. As this was the Depression, nearly every town had an establishment, and chili, being a cheap dish to produce, got many people through the hardest times. In these one-room houses, with little more than a counter and some stools, a bowl of chili was served with all the crackers you could eat.

Cincinnati made its mark on chili in 1922, when Athanas Kiradjieff, also known as Tom, made a chili with Greek spices and served it over spaghetti. Five-way chili is served layered with cheese, onions, and kidney beans, and served with a side of hot dogs.

If you want proof that Chicago is the home of dirty politics, you can look no further than its treatment of chili and its origins. First, they spell it with two “L’s” to more closely resemble Illinois. And in a shameful and immoral move, Illinois State Senator Karen Harasa introduced Resolution No. 89 in the Illinois General Assembly, which proclaimed Illinois to be known as “The Chilli Capital of the Civilized World.” Texans are still pretty angry about that one.

by Dr. Thomas K. Lo

Stress has been with us since the beginning of time. Every era has faced its share of stressful situations.  Today, stress can be work, family, personal conflicts, and demands on our time and money. All of these stressors can take a toll on our health.

Stress affects everybody differently. For some, it is an upset stomach. For others, it can be recurring headaches, back pain, or muscle stiffness. Still others respond with nervous twitches and allergic reactions and sensitivities. Regardless of the response, your nervous system is involved, especially the autonomic nervous system. Your autonomic nervous system controls most of your body’s internal functions, such as your heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, hormonal changes, detoxification, digestion, elimination, and immune response, just to name a few.

What stress factors affect people today? Other than some kind of trauma or genetic inheritance, most conditions can be attributed to one of the following stressors:


(1) Structure. Poor posture, prolonged sitting, an accident, or even an old injury can lead to spinal stress. Chronic pain and muscle tension can cause you to experience nervousness and irritability. The chiropractic approach to stress is to help normalize the function of your nervous system by removing interferences caused by the vertebral subluxation complex or spinal joint dysfunction.


(2) Scars. Scars act like an energy capacitor, storing nerve signals as they pass through. When it is full, it releases the nerve energy randomly and in an uncoordinated manner, creating havoc. Mind you, 80 percent of the autonomic nervous system is on the skin. Everyone has at least one scar: an umbilicus (belly button). Injuries, tattoos, skin piercing, and surgery provide us with more scars.


(3) Toxins. Chlorine, food dyes, food preservatives, pesticides, plastics, drugs, tobacco, cosmetics, cleaning supplies, and synthetic vitamins are just a few examples of possible exposures to chemical toxins.


(4) Heavy Metal Poisoning. Heavy metals are not widespread, but also not uncommon. Mercury, aluminum, arsenic, lead, and silver are the more common metals we see in our office. Copper has been linked to Alzheimer’s, and Mercury has been linked to Autism. Excess Iron and aluminum can come from cookware and vitamins.


(5) Immune Challenge. Bacterial, fungal, yeast, viral, and parasitic infections cause inflammatory responses. According to Dr. Rozen, one of the founders of American Academy of Anti-aging, infection is a major factor that accelerates the aging process.


(6) Emotions. Remember the old saying, “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me?” Words can hurt a lot! Words can literally break somebody’s heart.  Name-calling and cyber bullying sometimes hurt so much that it can drive someone into suicidal or homicidal actions. Just look at the sharp increase of campus shootings, both in colleges and high schools.


(7) Allergies, Sensitivities, and Intolerances. Allergies occur when the immune system triggers immunoglobulin E (IgE) antibodies to bind with an allergen protein, resulting in the release of large amounts of histamine. An allergic reaction can occur throughout the body: respiratory system, digestive tract, skin, eyes, ears, throat, or cardio-vascular system.  Ninety percent of food allergies are triggered by eight foods: milk products, eggs, peanuts, tree nuts, wheat, fish, shellfish, and soy.

Sensitivities cause symptoms similar to allergies, but reactions are slower and milder. It can take hours or even days before symptoms appear. IgA, IgG, and IgM are thought to be involved. Sensitivities may contribute to chronic conditions, such as fibromyalgia, fatigue, arthritis, depression, sinusitis, Gastro Esophageal Reflux Disease (GERD), migraines, irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), attention deficit disorder (ADD), rashes, and more.

Food Intolerances mean the immune system is not directly involved and reactions are not life threatening, though health and quality of life can be affected.  Symptoms include indigestion, bloating, fatigue, migraines, memory problems, toxic headaches, constipation, and IBS. Common intolerances are lactose and gluten.


(8)  Nutrition. Real (whole) food, as designed by nature, enables the body to repair itself and become healthier. “Whole food” is defined as “food that has undergone very little processing.” The nutritional value of food can be diminished by the following factors: microwaving, food coloring, genetic engineering, synthetic additives, preservatives, flash freezing, hormones, antibiotics, poor soil conditions, harmful chemicals, and heavy metal contamination.


(9) Electrical Pollution. Your body’s electromagnetic field can be thrown off balance by the interference of modern day gadgetry and household appliances’ electromagnetic frequencies, resulting in poor health, ranging from insomnia to cancer.  If you buy a cell phone now, most likely you will see a warning on the user manual saying “this device may be hazardous to your health.” The other unlikely sources may include your automobile, x-rays, fluorescent lights, power lines, and cell phone towers.

The Advanced Chiropractic & Nutritional Healing Center incorporates a holistic approach to your health care needs. We evaluate, treat, and assist you in attaining maximum possible health, while handling the real underlying health issues. If you are interested in getting your stressors under control, call the Frederick office at 240- 651-1650 for an evaluation or call and register for our Free Nutrition Seminars. Check out the website at