Wandering Aimlessly, Doll Hill
by Phil Burkhouse
I am addicted to yard sales because it’s as close to prospecting for gold as I can get in the Big Woods—excluding searching for the Civil War mother lode in Dents Run. Like prospecting you never know what you might find; it’s a gamble. At a recent yard sale in Prospect Park I found a story when I was talking with the lady having the sale. She introduced herself as Alice Doll Crapser. Doll rang a bell, and I immediately inquired, “Are you related to the Dolls from Doll Hill?”
(Full story in the Cameron County Echo on the news stand)