Photo courtesy of Dick Keiser Beyond these glorious stone pillars, there are true stories, wooden gates, and a lot of community history. I grew up in Wyomissing Hills, and my dad still lives in the home he bought nearly 50 years ago. Just a block up the street, my 95 year old aunt lives in the home she bought more than 60 years ago. My roots in this community run deep, and that's why I am happy to be...
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