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Vienna business strives to beat cancer one flower at a time - WTAP-TV

VIENNA, W.Va (WTAP)- Scots Marketplace in Vienna displayed their pink flowers and plants on their fifth annual Pink Saturday for a great cause. A portion of sales from all pink plants sold Saturday will be donated to the Strecker Cancer Center in Marietta. Store employees say this all started as a way to give back to the community. “It’s a really sentimental day for us. There’s a lot of people that pass through that share stories with us and that means a lot that we’re able to be there for them and that they can feel a sense of a way to give back to other people in the same position. It’s just a way that we can give back to the community, a way that we can support other women and just really feel the sense of community support,” explains Maddie Witkosky-Barr, the store’s retail manager. Pink Day is... https://www.wtap.com/content/news/Vienna-business-strives-to-beat-cancer-one-flower-at-a-time-510429231.html

DM dining stalwart Tony Lemmo forges ahead with new vision

NA,” Lemmo says he tells everyone. His mother, Lou Ann Lemmo, who died in 2014, worked with her sister at Funaro’s Bakery making Italian pastries and Vienna bread. His grandfather had Mama Lacona's Italian Restaurant and his uncles ran Noah’s Ark, two stalwarts of the Des Moines dining community. Even his father Tony Sr.’s parents had Lemmo’s Grill that reigned on the south side from the 1950s to 1970s. “It was inevitable that I would get into this business,” he says. His mother’s side of the fa... http://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/entertainment/dining/2015/12/30/cafe-di-scala-aposto-tony-lemmo-des-moines/77044686/

That Was Us: An Expat's Search for Home

This is my home. Three years ago, my husband and I moved to Vienna, Austria. I came from Brooklyn, where I had lived for a dozen years; he moved from Munich, Germany, where he had been for two. Next summer, right after our daughter — our born and bred Wienerkind — turns three, we will relocate our small family to the other edge of the western world, to Los Angeles, a place that is almost as foreign to me as Vienna once was. As the wife of an academic on the tenure-track prowl, I’ve spent three years wondering where and when we’d go, perpetually holding my breath; trying to forge roots — always knowing I’d eventually have to pull them loose. My husband and I were married within a year of meeting, a year during which my idea of home was flipped, in an instant, on its head. I lucked into a rent-stabilized apartment in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, at 23 and held onto it — furnishing it with second-hand wares from Housing Works, inherited dishware from my older sister, and then slowly upgrading one bedspread and rug at a time — for 11 years. During that time, there was much upheaval in my life — an overhaul in careers, one particular boyfriend coming and going, short stints away in Boulder and Harlem and Montreal — but the apartment, a rickety, sunny one-bedroom on a tree-lined side street, always took me back it. It is the place where I learned to live alone, where I recovered from surgery and heartbreak and the myriad joys and indignities of life as a single girl in New York. It provided a sense of stability where there was otherwise very little. When my husband — then a stranger — swept in from afar, in the form of an email from Germany, everything changed. Come live with me in Munich, he ask... http://www.themillions.com/2015/12/that-was-us-an-expats-search-for-home.html