The chances of having a local player make an Olympic team that is comprised of only 16 members are rather slim, but to have two local players make the team is incalculable! But, Lancaster has achieved the impossible, as Jill Witmer and Alyssa Manley are members of Team USA.

 

Now, the two are Rio bound. The nerve-racking months of not knowing if they would make the team are over for the players and their families. The coaching staff had to pare the roster down to 16 (with two alternates) by July 1. “Both of those guys will be pushing very hard for selections, I’m sure,” coach Craig Parnham told LNP reporter Diana Pugliese in early May. “Jill’s been somebody that joined me on my very first trip when I arrived in February of 2013, and she’s developed and progressed significantly over the last three years. I’m really pleased with how she’s developed and the way she’s playing now. She’s got a much greater understanding of the game and is starting to develop into a fine player.

“Alyssa has had less exposure with the group but has still played in some major events over the last couple of years,” he continued. “Even though she’s very young, she’s starting to be much more experienced at playing at a high level, and she’s progressing very nicely.”

Jill Witmer was determined to be a soccer player. Noting her athleticism and speed, her parents, Lew and Judy Witmer, encouraged Jill to give hockey a try. “That was in eighth grade,” she recalls. “I hated it. I didn’t understand the rules, and the stick just felt foreign in my hands. I cried a lot. I wanted to quit, but they said I had to finish the season.” She adds, “I’m so glad I listened to my parents!”

Then, as things often happen, something just clicked. Jill, who is a forward, began to “get” hockey. It also helped that there was a barn on her family’s farm that had been turned into a gym and had a turf surface (indoors) that was conducive to playing hockey. “My dad’s boss’s daughter used it,” Jill explains, adding that several club teams utilized it as well, hence she was able to fully absorb the game and meet and learn from area coaches. She tried out for Penn Manor’s junior varsity team her freshman year and, to her surprise, made the varsity squad. Penn Manor became a powerhouse and won the state title her junior year.

Division I college teams courted Jill, and she ultimately chose to play for the University of Maryland. The Terrapins won national titles during her freshman and sophomore years. “And, we won two or three ACC titles,” she says of her college career.

Jill also set a precedent while at Maryland by being named to the United States National Field Hockey Team (very few college students are named to the team). She made her debut in the first round of International Hockey Federation’s World League tournament, scoring her first goal in round two over Trinidad/Tobago. She hasn’t looked back, appearing in more than 50 international competitions, the most recent being the Champions Trophy, which was contested in London in late June (during the Brexit vote no less). Team USA came away with the bronze medal, besting Australia in a draw after the game ended in a 2-2 tie. It was the first time in more than 20 years that the team made the medal round of the tournament. A year ago, the team took the gold at the Pan American Games by defeating Team Argentina.

Jill encapsulates her hockey career with one word: “Amazing!” She loves traveling to international competitions. “Sometimes we don’t get to see a lot,” she says of the sights. “But, it’s so interesting to experience the different cultures. And, the food! The fruit is so fresh! We had the most amazing fruit in Brazil.”

But, it’s always nice to come home. Jill is proud to call Spooky Nook her home turf. “The Nook is unbelievable,” she says of the training facility. Being close to home means Jill can spend time with her family. “There’s nothing like home cooking,” she says. And, it seems the Witmers have played a role in making Team USA feel right at home in Lancaster County. “We sometimes have parties at my aunt’s farm,” Jill notes. “One time we had a clay pigeon shoot. It was the first time a lot of the girls shot a gun.”

Like Jill, Alyssa Manley began playing hockey as an eighth grader and made hockey history when she was named to Team USA as a collegian (and just in time to play in the Pan American Games in 2015 during which she scored the goal that propelled the team to the championship game). Alyssa was not only a standout hockey player at Warwick, but she was also a heralded lacrosse player.

The midfielder, who plays the screen position for Team USA, took her talents to Syracuse University. The accolades she earned during her collegiate career are countless and include serving as the captain of the 2015 team that won the university’s first national championship (Alyssa scored seven goals and provided seven assists during the tournament). She was also honored as the ACC Defensive Player of the Year and was a First Team All-American.

Alyssa was also the recipient of the 2015 Honda Sports Award, which qualifies her as the only Syracuse athlete (in any sport) to win the prestigious award. Winning the Honda qualified her as a contender for the Collegiate Woman Athlete of the Year Award. Alyssa was unable to attend the festivities that were held the last weekend in June in Los Angeles due to the fact that she was playing hockey in London. (The winner was basketball star Breanna Stewart of UConn.) Still, Alyssa’s college coach, Ange Bradley, is incredibly proud of her protégé. “Alyssa is so hardworking, humble and quiet,” she told ACC.com. “She’s always been the type of leader who leads by example. This year it was really fun to see her find her voice and have moments of ‘we need to do this’ or ‘this needs to change.’ When Alyssa spoke, people listened.”

History

Field hockey is one of the oldest sports in the world. In fact, it is regarded as the oldest involving a stick and ball and can be traced to Persia and ancient Greece, where animal horns were utilized as hockey sticks. It is believed the word “hockey” is derived from the French word “hocquet,” which translates as shepherd’s hook.

England fully embraced the sport, where it became popular in 18th century public schools, rivaling rugby and soccer.  A century later, professional teams for men emerged. Women also became fully involved in the sport and clubs such as the Molesey Ladies (1894) and the Irish Ladies Hockey Union (1897) were formed. The British Army further helped to spread the popularity of field hockey by introducing the game to the far corners of the world. As a result, India became a powerhouse in field hockey.

The 20th century saw field hockey become an Olympic sport. The men took to the field for the 1908 London Games. The sport was dropped in 1924 but was reinstated four years later. India ruled the field, winning the gold in every Olympics up until 1956. Pakistan dominated the 60s, while Australia, Germany and the Netherlands began their winning ways starting in the 70s.(Unfortunately for the U.S., the men’s team did not qualify for the Games in Rio.)
Women’s field hockey made its debut as an Olympic sport during the Moscow Games of 1980, which was boycotted by 65 nations, including the United States. Team Zimbabwe won the gold that year; since then, Germany and the Netherlands have dominated the field.

However, the American women have been making great strides. Credit for that goes to Title IX, which put women on a level playing field with men in all scholastic and collegiate sports as of 1973/74. According to Team USA’s website, “The strength and popularity of field hockey at the high school level is reflective of the impact Title IX has had on women’s  sports.” The numbers are telling: Since 1973/74, participation in scholastic sports by girls has increased by more than 250%, while participation by boys has only grown by 12%.

Field hockey is a reflection of those stats, as it is played by more females in the United States and Canada than any other sport. It’s one of the oldest college sports for women in the U.S. and is now played at 250+ colleges and universities. It has become a very lucrative sport for female hockey players, as more than 1,200 scholarships are made available by Division I and II schools.

Now, Lancaster is playing a role in taking field hockey to an all-new level with the Spooky Nook Training Center that is home to Team USA. “This has been such a gift,” says Kait Mitchell, the team’s communications manager. “Before, we had to piecemeal training sites together. Now we have this beautiful facility,” she says, referring to fields, a gym, a dining facility and a hotel all located on a campus-like venue. When Team USA is in Colorado Springs or traveling abroad, Spooky Nook is made available to tournaments and clinics.

The fact that the team is so accessible for post-game autograph sessions and the like, makes their smallest fans dream of bigger things to come.  And, bigger things are to come. Next August, the Pan American Cup for men and women – a qualifier for Worlds – will be held at Spooky Nook.

And, as with most sports, shopping has entered the picture. Earlier this year, LAX World/Field Hockey World opened at 896-F Plaza Boulevard (Park City area). The store carries equipment, apparel and supplies for both lacrosse and field hockey. Founded in 1988, the store, which is among 16 nationwide, represents the company’s first venture in Pennsylvania.

 

Photographing food has always intrigued me. I think it’s the primitive nature of the tones and textures that are so alluring. It’s something we can all relate to, and it connects us on a very basic level.

Lee Noble, who has been a long-time friend, undoubtedly qualifies as a cocktail connoisseur. Hailing from the Midwest, Lee started his career at Pour three years ago as the bar manager and beverage director. I remember one of the first times I sat down for an evening nightcap and Lee, calm and confident, suggested I try one of his specials: a whiskey drink inspired by midsummer nights around a campfire.

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I took a sip and was immediately taken there. Top notes of sweet golden honey and syrup were followed by a deep, lingering finish of peat smoke and summer sage. I could feel the cool night air wrap around me as if I was sitting right there with close friends in front of a warm, crackling bonfire. This kid is good!

I love people who are passionate about what they do. Lee’s talent goes way beyond just whipping up a drink; it’s artistry pure and simple. So a while back, I asked him if we could collaborate on a story. We settled on another summery, semi-tropical concoction featuring traditional Jamaican rum, Barbados liqueur and cilantro-infused pineapple shrub.

When I arrived, Lee had it all set up. A spread of gorgeous ingredients accompanied a line of exotic liquor bottles that sported old Audubon vibes. Heaven!

Lee and I are very similar in that we are both perfectionists at heart. While I hurried around trying to find the best light, he meticulously prepped and arranged everything to a T. It took a few rounds of lighting pineapples on fire and chasing a setting sun, but we finally managed to find a rhythm and, in my opinion, captured some pretty delicious shots!

 

I am incredibly nonathletic. I am not in shape, and I am not motivated to be in shape. I eat donuts with disregard; copious amounts of caffeine and sugar are poured into my body every day. But, for some reason, I decided to give up my terrible habits for a few days in order to hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail.

My alma mater, Lancaster Mennonite High School, offers “mini-courses.” These week-long (or more) trips range anywhere in the world from Lancaster to Argentina or even China. For some reason, when selecting my mini-course, I didn’t choose a relaxing week in Boston or a month-long stay in Brazil. Instead, I opted for a four-day excursion on the Appalachian Trail (or, as experienced hikers call it, the “AT”). Did I mention I have no backpacking experience whatsoever?

I would tell you why I made the decision to hike the AT if I knew why I did it, but I don’t. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement, or perhaps I thought it would be easy. Either way, I have no idea how I ended up with a 50-pound backpack strapped to my body and almost 30 miles to trek.

The beginning of the hike was a little rocky (no pun intended) for my group. When we finally made it into the woods, reality set in and it dawned on us that “real” toilets were no longer an option, nor were showers. Note to organizers: You need to specify those things when offering a camping trip to teenagers. That was when things went downhill – or if we’re being literal, straight uphill.

Actually, the first day wasn’t too bad, considering I had made it up the mountain alive. About halfway up, I realized that I was terrible at hiking uphill (or if I’m being honest, hiking in general). I wish I could say that I was the trailblazer in my group, or at least somewhere in the middle. But I wasn’t. Instead, I held my spot at the back of the pack, stopping every now and then to take a quick breath. Even the kids who had never hiked, who assumed that the woods were equipped with a clean bathroom, were light years ahead of me.

When we finally made it to the top of Cove Mountain, I rejoiced. Now, I could finally sit down and rest my weary feet. However, to my disappointment, I realized I still had to help put up the tent I would share with two other girls (before the trip, I had never spoken to either one of them). We fumbled around with the tent poles and canvas for about 30 minutes before we had a sturdy, rain-proof tent. And, thank goodness for our water-proof tent because as soon as we were done setting up camp, torrents of rain fell from the sky. My group called it a night, and we all crawled into our tents for a night of much-needed rest.

The next morning we woke up early. Instead of taking the opportunity to relax and sleep before starting a whole day of hiking, many of my peers woke up around 5:30 and began making breakfast. While I ate my sad instant oatmeal, others chowed down on “gourmet” meals like ramen noodles with spam and freeze-dried breakfast meals. Coffee was even brewed in a French press made for camping (however, cream and sugar were not offered, to the dismay of the students who were only accustomed to sugar-filled lattes from Starbucks).

After we finished breakfast, we packed up our tents and began making our way down Cove Mountain. The trail downhill was steep and filled with rocks and roots. I found that hiking downhill was much easier than climbing up the face of a mountain, and I did much better than I expected. When we made it to the other side of the mountain, we were met with a road and decided to take a break. Soggy tent canvases were spread out on the dark macadam alongside our exhausted bodies. Shoes were taken off, and our 50-pound backpacks were used as pillows. We lay in the middle of the road, only moving when cars needed to get past our group. I can only describe that 45-minute break as pure bliss.

Once our stomachs began to growl, my group decided to continue making our way along the trail. When we had made it over Cove Mountain, we entered Duncannon – a small town that sits along the Appalachian Trail and caters to hikers. We trekked along only to find a restaurant fit to sate our hunger. The Doyle Hotel is a diner that supplies hikers with greasy, but delicious food. We filled our stomachs with chili cheese fries, buffalo wings and bacon cheeseburgers. We were ready to get back on the trail and conquer our last feat: Peters Mountain.

I would have to say that hiking up Peters Mountain was the hardest part of the entire hiking trip. Climbing up the switchbacks was brutal and exhausting. My body wasn’t ready for the type of exercise I was putting it through. My feet were aching so much that I was popping Ibuprofen whenever possible. I felt miserable. I think the one thing that made me feel even more miserable was the young girl, in a long dress and head covering, who passed me with ease (mind you, it was about 85 degrees and blazing hot that day).

When we made it to the top of the mountain, I assumed that the shelter we would stay at would only be a few minutes away. But yet again, I was wrong. My group hiked over, between and under boulders as we made our way to our campsite for the night. We shuffled across the side of Peters Mountain and were able to see the mountain and town we had hiked through earlier that day. The view was incredible and satisfying. The sense of accomplishment that came from knowing that I had hiked at least 20 miles made the blisters on my feet almost worth it.

Luckily, the shelter was only about 3 miles from the top of the mountain, which wasn’t too bad, especially after a day of hiking at least 10 miles. We easily set up camp and began our dinner. While I choked down a helping of tuna and noodles, other students feasted on freeze-dried Chinese meals they had picked up at a local convenience store while in Duncannon. To say I was jealous would be an understatement.

I decided to go to bed early that night and woke up well rested. Surprisingly, I did quite well on that last day. We hiked around 6 miles, only two of those being downhill, and I held my own. My body had finally (for the most part) adjusted to the constant exertion, and I didn’t find myself needing breaks as often as I did the first or second day of hiking.

However, I cannot tell you how happy I was to hike down Peters Mountain and make it to the campgrounds of Camp Hebron, where we would end our trip. I was so excited to have completed my mini-course that I practically ran. As soon as I could, I took off my shoes and threw my backpack off. I was finally a free woman!

Now, as I reflect on my Appalachian Trail experience, I realize a few things. First of all, hiking is not just walking, especially when you have a 50-pound backpack strapped to you. Second, I also realize that you should probably be in some type of shape before hiking 30 miles in three days. And most of all, I learned that even though trying new things might end in blisters and sunburn, it’s all worth the experience – even if I would never consider hiking the Appalachian Trail ever again. I made friends on that trip that I would not have otherwise. I gained valuable life skills such as putting up a tent and drinking coffee without cream and sugar. I’m grateful for the opportunity to get outside my comfort zone and experience something I would have never done on my own.

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Abigail King, who graduated from Lancaster Mennonite High School in June, is our summer intern. She will be a freshman at Goshen College in Indiana this fall.