I gazed in wonderment at the array of photos that seemed to fill every wall of the quaint home. My boyfriend, Travis, closed the door behind us. I was meeting his grand-father, Pap, for the first time, but his house gave me the same warm feeling I got when I visited my own popi.
“I’m glad to meet you,” Jim Shilling, Travis’s pap, said. “How was the drive?”
We shook hands. “Beautiful, like your home,” I said. Reeds-ville, Pennsylvania, about a half hour southeast of State College in central Pennsylvania, was nestled in the Kishacoquillas Valley, with scenic winding roads, Amish markets, corn-fields and country churches at every
