Friday, December 6, 2019

Snow of the Season #SkywatchFriday

Winter arrived for good where I live in upstate New York Sunday and Monday.  We received about 1/2 inch of sleet and freezing rain Sunday, and once it turned to snow, things got going - 11 inches (29 cm) worth of snow on top of it.

So of course you want to see pictures.

The first few are in downtown Binghamton, New York.

To me, almost looks postcard-worthy.

Tuesday morning, the Broome County Courthouse, downtown Binghamton, New York.

A better view of the gazebo to the left of the courthouse.  It's hard to see, but there's a small Christmas tree inside the gazebo.

After a day of work, a different view, as the sun sets.

And a last view of a sun setting.

You know what I'm going to say next, so I will say it.

Join Yogi and other sky loving bloggers for #SkywatchFriday.  You'll be glad you did.

Thursday, December 5, 2019

The Peleton Controversy

Would you like an exercise bike that costs around $2,245 (or more) whose main selling feature is a large internet enabled screen that allows you to stream live or taped exercise classes (via subscription), so you spin along with others while an exercise instructor motivates you, like in a live spinning class?

A company called "Peleton" which makes and sells such bikes has suddenly become a household name, due to a commercial which has gone viral - for some of the wrong reasons.

As someone who 1.  can't afford a Peleton exercise bike and 2. someone who used to own an exercise bike, which ended up as a device to drape my clothes all over when I was too lazy to hang them back up, I am watching, with great amusement, the controversy over a Peleton exercise bike.

The original commercial is at the end of this news feature, but first, you can enjoy some of the paradies it has inspired   Be aware, some of them contain strong language and are Not Suitable for Work.

The comments at the end of the news article I linked to are...kind of interesting.

Normally, I don't have much interest in what goes on in the Twitterverse (after all, I have a full time job) but this one caught my attention.

My thought? I think, whatever kind of exercise you do and keep on doing is the right exercise for you.  I did water aerobics once to twice a week for almost 20 years but finally quit it.  Now, I walk and do some exercises to relieve back pain and to help with a frozen shoulder I've had for a year or so.  (Both exercise routines came from physical therapy, I might add.)  I also do some balance exercises learned at a balance program for seniors I attended in 2015.

But some people need a lot more than that.  And, how would you feel if the love of your life got you an exercise machine?  Would you be thrilled?  Or insulted?

In case you want to exercise in other ways, that can easily cost zero. (iPhone and sports equipment optional.)

Remember this commercial for the iPhone 5 from 2014?  I was one of the "Chicken Fat" generation, as I was in elementary school when this Meredith Wilson song came out in 1962.

In all honesty, if my spouse bought me an exercise bike, I would probably slug him with it (if I could lift it....hmmm, about that weight work I need....)

I say, instead, "Go, you chicken fat, go!" It's such a catchy song.

So, I will ask my readers (especially any who may own one of these):  what do you think about the Peleton controversy?

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

When Snow Feels Like Forever #WordlessWednesday

Some of my Wordless Wednesday readers have never seen snow, except in photos.  For some reason, seeing pictures of it gives them pleasure.

I get it.  I wish all the snow I saw was in pictures.
Alas, if you live in New York State that wish will never come true.  On Monday, this is what I came home to (the blue color is due to the "blue hour" light after sunset, which seems to be magnified by recent snow cover.)

Between Sunday and Monday we got 11 inches (28 cm) of snow on top of about 1/2 inch of sleet and ice.

This is what is left of my front flower bed.

Nothing is forever - not spring, not summer, not fall.  Somehow, winter always returns.  Here, this Norway Maple still hadn't shed its brown leaves.  You can barely see them inthe center and left corner of the photo.

When snow comes, it comes, and it feels like forever.

At least, until March.

Joining up today with various Wordless Wednesdays:

Sandee at Comedy Plus
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Esha at The Skygirl and Natasha of Natasha's Musings.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

A New Task for St. Anthony

I first blogged this in 2018.  My mother in law passed away last year, but since then, we've had a couple of more encounters with St. Anthony (and yes, he found the lost items every time).

Should I give him one more challenge (at the end of my post)?

I really don't want to run him ragged, and I do need to thank him again, so I am repeating this post.

Sometimes, the strangest (or should I call it "strange"?) things happen in life.

We were desperate, that day in May 2018.  My 90 year old mother in law had been rushed to the emergency room (they call it the ED, or Emergency Department) at 1:30 am on Friday in breathing distress.  No one is thinking straight at 1:30 am, I can assure you.  All we knew is that my mother in law's glasses, and another item that was valuable to her well being, had gone to the ED with her.  Then, a nurse had put them into a hazardous waste bag (why? because there was no other bag available).

But then, they vanished.

Family members spent the next couple of days trying to look for the items, even notifying hospital security and the nurses at the front desk of the unit she is in.  They looked and looked.  Nothing.

Today, Sunday, was Sacred Sites Sunday in New York State, where various houses of worship open their doors for several hours and hold open houses.  In our area were a synagogue, a mosque, and a number of Christian churches of various denominations.

I am not Catholic, but my mother in law was.

I woke up that morning with a vague memory, of what Catholics sometimes do when something is lost and can't be found.  I did an online search and I found it.  Pray to St. Anthony.

I was going to several church open houses anyway.  When we visited my mother in law (who doesn't see well, and these glasses were so important to her well being) we mentioned St. Anthony and right away she said yes, please pray to him. (I also contacted asked the hospital, which is a Catholic hospital, if they could get someone to pray with my mother in law for the return of these objects).

St. Mary of the Assumption Church Binghamton, New York
As it happens, at this church, we talked to a church historian for this and another area church - St. Anthony's (which wasn't open for the open house).  And, in comparing notes, we discovered her husband used to work with my brother in law - in fact they were born one day apart.  So, well, I had prayed already to St. Anthony, but what harm would a reminder prayer do?  So I prayed.

We left the church about 4pm.

Well, about 5pm, we got a phone call from the hospital.

They had found her missing items.

You could have knocked this Jewish gal from the Bronx over with a feather, as the old saying goes.

So....yes, there are some things in this world that aren't easily explained.
December 2, 2019 - 11 inches (29 cm)

Now...if only St. Anthony could find spring and bring it to us here in upstate New York.

Monday, December 2, 2019

Oh Christmas Trees #MusicMovesMe

It's the first Monday of December and music lovers everywhere are gearing up for the holiday season.

It's time for the Holiday Spectacular of Music Moves Me!

Who are the #MusicMovesMe bloggers? We are bloggers who blog about music each Monday and if you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only,  please! Non-music posts are subject to removal or labeling as "No Music".)   First, there is XmasDolly.  Her chief co-conductor is Cathy of Curious as a Cathy. Her other co-conductors are Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, and me.  

December is reserved for "Santa and his Christmas Tunes" so shall be get going?

Today I want to concentrate on Christmas Trees because I loved them so as a child.  Even the fake white ones, which I have a bit of a fondness for.

Let's start off trimming our musical tree with Perry Como and "It's Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas", a song not exactly about Christmas trees, but they are mentioned.  After our storm, it sure is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Nothing hits the spot like a good old fashioned song like O Tannenbaum, from 1824, as covered by the great Nat King Cole. 

Because this first video has to be played directly on You Tube, I also have uploaded another one.

Trimming the Christmas Tree song from How the Grinch Stole Christmas. (I think the song is called Trim Up the Tree).

And, from my childhood, Brenda Lee's Rockin' Round the Christmas Tree.

Speaking of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree, this reminds me of one of my favorite Christmas movies of all time, Home Alone.  Here's a clip (trigger alert, some move gun violence) with the famous "Keep the change, you filthy animal!"   I wish I could have found the clip with Rockin' in it, but I couldn't.

Finally, just because, I am including two bonus songs.  First, 1944's movie Meet Me in St. Louis features Judy Garland singing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" to Margaret O'Brien.  O'Brien is still alive at age 82.

And last, for fans of the 40's, Les Brown and his Orchestra and "When You Trim Your Christmas Tree". (I love the video!)

And that's a Christmas Wrap!

Same time next week, same place!
 

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Small Business Saturday

I know.   Officially, Small Business Sunday was yesterday.  But something happened today that, to me, outlines a difference between local merchants and perhaps some larger chains.

We are under a winter storm warning today, where I live in the Southern Tier of upstate New York.  It's been spitting sleet, and we've had a little snow, and things are really slick out there.

Which is why one local business (OK, I'll name them - Tioga Gardens) first decided to postpone an open house they were supposed to be holding today, in the name of safety.  And later, they made the decision to close early.
Isn't this ceramic dog at Tioga Gardens' Entrance cute?

This is a business that has flooded several times over the years, but they have always come back.

So I want to tell you about my experience with them recently.

Back in early November, I bought a fancy African Violet from them, after a lot of thought.  A woman working there stood with me, answering my questions, and waited patiently as I made up my mind.  I had fallen in love with a couple of them and just couldn't decide.

After I made up my mind, I discussed self watering pots with her.  She discussed my needs and decided I should not buy one for my desired plant yet.  Wait, what? Trying to discourage a sale?

Anyway, spouse and I went back yesterday and the woman was there, tending some plants.  I told her I was ready for the pot.  She recommended the size, showed me how to use it, and even suggested a color based on the appearance of my pot.  So, she made the sale.

Would I have used her and then bought it online?  No way.

Now I know I made the right choice.  I applaud Tioga Gardens and another local business, Black Bear Winery (also out in the countryside) that decided not to open today at all.

This is income out of their pockets.  This is not to say a large big box store would never close due to inclement weather, but they can better afford the loss.

Yes, I admit it.  On Black Friday I did buy from several large chains, because I knew what I wanted, and they had specials that saved me a lot of money.  And, I do recognize that they provide employment in our community, too. But I also gladly participate in Small Business Saturday.


I think this dog would agree.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Local Saturday - Last Day of Fall and A Blue Sky Holiday Season

That thud you heard sometime between Wednesday and Friday was me falling off the Small Business Saturday wagon.

A year after a series of deaths during the holiday season, I was depressed.  

Yes, I was.

But on Wednesday, I saw a double rainbow.  And it was like something clicked in me.

I wanted to enjoy the beauty of the holiday season - the poinsettias, the glittering lights, and and, yes, even the music.  Everything that brought me pain this year was somehow all different now.

So, I admit it.  I shopped on Wednesday.  I shopped online on Thanksgiving and went to the mall at 4:30 pm with my spouse to exercise walk.

I celebrated my weight loss on Black Friday with three pair of jeans in various colors and several inexpensive tops.   I ordered some new curtains.  It was like a weight had been lifted off me.

For Small Business Saturday, we went to a local nursery.  I just can't stay away from plants.

This is what I bought, along with a self watering pot for my small Lyndon Lyon African violet.

My Lyndon Lyon African Violet.   The variegated leaves are hard to see but they are there.

On Black Friday, I had already bought an amaryllis (ready to be forced) and this poinsettia.

This afternoon, I took a walk with my spouse.  The sun was out, probably because we are due for a major snowstorm tomorrow.   The bare bushes looked so beautiful against the blue skies.

Dried grasses glowed in the glare of the sun.

It was a wonderful weekend, feeling happy once again, on this last day of fall (according to the weather). 

Tomorrow, the snow and true winter comes to where I live in New York.

Friday, November 29, 2019

Disappearing Rainbow #SkywatchFriday

On Wednesday I left work early.  I heard a crafts store was suddenly going out of business, and I was making an afghan with yarn only they sell.  I didn't want to wait until Black Friday, today in the United States.

On my way out of the store, my spouse motioned to me "Look!  A double rainbow!"

Sure enough.  The base was one of the thickest I had ever seen.  To its right, faintly, you can see the double.

We stared at it.....

And stared.

Then it started to disappear.  I shifted my position a little as it disappeared....

And was replaced, in a different direction, with a lovely cloud shot.


I have so much to be grateful for - being in the right place at the right time, with an iPhone, a husband who sees these things before I do, and being able to get off of work a little early that day.

Joining Yogi and other sky watching bloggers at #SkywatchFriday.  What are you grateful for today?

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Come to the Ithaca Apple Tree #ThursdayTreeLove

Today is Thanksgiving where I live, in the United States.

The turkey will be in the oven soon.  The cranberry sauce, the pumpkin pie and the apple crisp are done.  Soon, the air of my house will be fragrant with cooking scents.

It's all because of trees.  I am so grateful today for the trees that provide food, shelter, firewood and more for us humans.

Our fall season has mostly ended, and there's no snow on the ground right now, so I thought I would give my readers a different treat.

An apple tree.

This one is located in Ithaca, New York, about an hour from where I live in upstate New York in the Northeastern United States.  I took this picture in October.  Our area is an apple growing area, and we are fortunate enough to have many varieties to choose from.  I don't know which variety this one is, except it obviously ripens in October.

Here's a closeup of the apples.

It may surprise you to learn that apples come in various colors - besides the common (in this country) red ones, there are green ones (green when ripe, I mean) and even ones with brown skin (called russets).

I am grateful for the bounty of the season, and I am grateful for Parul and her #ThursdayTreeLove, and all of my blogging friends from all over the world who participate in the various blog hopes I participate in - Music Moves Me, Skywatch Friday, and several Wordless Wednesdays.

I am also grateful for those in several Facebook groups I belong to for music, nostalgia, crochet, and more.

Love trees?  Why not click on the link to Parul's post and visit and comment on these bloggers of tree love?  The next Tree Love post will be the 2nd Thursday in December.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of my dear readers.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Talking Turkey with the Talk Line



I blogged this back in 2017, and I think it's time for a repeat this day before Thanksgiving.

First, I have to make one thing clear.  It's not the Butterball Hotline, which I thought it was until this post.  It's Butterball's Turkey Talk-Line, and it has been giving turkey cooking advice to people in the United States since 1981.

Our 2015 turkey
Why would Americans need to talk turkey? Because on Thanksgiving, it is traditional to cook a turkey, and - well, there are so many ways to prepare turkeys.

I've wanted to call the Hot..I mean, the Turkey Talk-Line for years, but my spouse, the family cook, has never needed turkey advice.  This year (2019) our turkey will be 19 pounds - for four people. (Don't ask).

Comedian Stephen Colbert has made it a Thanksgiving tradition to call the Turkey Talk-Line with prank questions for years.  Now, those good folks actually let him loose on the Talk-Line in person. For some reason, Blogger insists on this video from 2018 being at the top of my post.

By the way, don't take his advice.

Back in 2017, someone I know was concerned because she had purchased a 28 pound (12.7 kg) frozen turkey for Thanksgiving (November 28 this year, in the United States) and had tried online research to figure out how long to cook it.  She had never cooked that big a turkey before.

Why don't we call Butterball? I asked.  "OK, but you start the conversation" was her response.  And so I dialed 1-800-BUTTERBALL.  The phone was answered quickly by a woman.

Upon hearing of the 28 pound turkey, the woman exclaimed, "oh, you will have such a beautiful turkey when it is cooked.  It will be golden brown; it will look like something in a Norman Rockwell painting!  It will look wonderful on your table."  Obviously, she sensed our hesitation.  But she was totally prepared with advice.

She took us through the process.  "You need to take the turkey now, today, and put it in your refrigerator.  It will take that long to safely defrost." Then she explained how to pat the turkey dry, take out the giblets (these turkeys are prepped and almost ready to go).  She gave us the oven temperature (325 degrees F), the fact that after a couple of hours we were to tent the turkey with aluminum foil, and the total approximate coking time (4 1/2 hours) for the unstuffed turkey.  And, she recommended we use a meat thermometer and what temperature the breast, or the leg, should be before you consider the bird "done".

She talked with us as if she had all the time in the world (maybe, a week away from Turkey Day, she did have a lot of time. But, on Turkey Day, her and her co workers will field about 10,000 phone calls). And again, she told us how beautiful that turkey was going to look on the table. After our questions were answered, she asked for only one thing - what was our zip code (postal code)?

We answered, and she said "Binghamton, New York.  Oh, I grew up in Scranton, Pennsylvania!" (that's about an hour south of us).  She closed by asking if we had any more questions (we didn't).

And so ended our conversation with the Butterball Turkey Talk-Line.

It did make me wonder who works for the Talk-Line, and if they enjoy talking turkey all day long.
So, an article about their experiences is quite fascinating, too, especially, when you get to the part about the 89 year old man cooking his first turkey.  It sounds like such a fun place to work, if you are a people person.

Have you ever used the Turkey Talk-Line?  Or, better yet, have you ever cooked a 28 pound turkey?

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Cranberry Apple Orange Sauce

Today, I am going to feature one of my infrequent efforts at cooking.  As my regular readers know, my spouse (who loves to cook) does 99% of the cooking at our house.

But, particularly at holiday time, I feel I have to share in some of the burden.

For Thanksgiving, that means I make the cranberry sauce and any desserts.

We are only going to be a group of four this Thanksgiving, so I decided to concentrate on a new cranberry sauce.  I love cranberry sauce, but it is not the most Weight Watchers friendly because you need so much sweetener.

I saw this recipe on a blog.  I made cranberry relish one year, and it tasted so bitter to me.  But the answer was obvious - don't use the orange rind (one of the author's suggestions for a variation).

But then, spouse told me "not sure I want to eat raw cranberries".

So we decided on a compromise.  Cook the cranberries until they pop, like I was making whole berry cranberry sauce.  Use chopped raw apples.  Use the canned oranges we had bought the day before.

Ingredients
7 ounces of frozen cranberries (because that's what we had left over from last year).
1/3 cup stevia/sugar blend
1/3 cup water
1/2 can mandarin oranges in light syrup (because we were shopping at Aldi, and they didn't have any other kind).  Coarsely chop the oranges.
1/2 Cortland apple and one Gala apple (that's what we had), no skins, cored, chopped coarsely by my spouse, who couldn't help helping.

Method
Combine water and stevia/sugar blend, bring to boil.
Add cranberries, bring back to boil, then lower heat.  Tasted, decided needed a bit more sweetness, added some of the light syrup from the oranges.
I cooked for about seven minutes, as most all the cranberries had popped by then.

I added the apples and let them sit in the hot cranberry sauce.  After it had mostly cooled, spouse added the chopped oranges.  Decided still not sweet enough, so added about a tablespoon of honey.

Success! (Hopefully).

The recipe is supposed to freeze, and I will freeze the leftovers, if they are any.

Do you make your own cranberry sauce?

Monday, November 25, 2019

Songs About Toys #MusicMovesMe

It's Monday, Monday, so good to me, and it's time for some music!

Who are the #MusicMovesMe bloggers? We are bloggers who blog about music each Monday and if you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only,  please! Non-music posts are subject to removal or labeling as "No Music".)   First, there is XmasDolly.  Her chief co-conductor is Cathy of Curious as a Cathy. Her other co-conductors are Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, and me.  

This month our guest conductor is "CK" of Stunning Keisha, and her theme for today is "Songs about Toys (People or Animal).  Thank you for your month of co-conducting, CK!

I guess she didn't mean The Toys, and a favorite song from my childhood "A Lover's Concerto" but I am going to sneak it in, anyway.  The music, of course, is adapted from  Johann Sebastian Bach's (or maybe not) "Minuet in G major"(The Lover's Concerto).

OK, OK, I will stop being distracted.

How about...All of Your Toys, by the Monkees?   Well, not sure this is what CK meant.

That's enough fooling around.  Let's get going with our toy songs.

For these two selections,  I'm going back to my childhood.  Every holiday season, I would hear this classic "March of the Toy Soldiers" by Tchaikovsky.


And then there was the movie "Babes in Toyland" and the "March of the Toys".

I'll end with "Old Toy Trains" by Roger Miller.  Such a sweet song!

It's a holiday wrap!

Stay tuned...for the month of December, it's all holiday music, all the time.  See you next Monday for another edition of #MusicMovesMe!

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Thankfulness 2019

I wrote this post in November of 2016. I offer it today with some up to date edits and a little more detail.  This is such a precious memory for me.

Thursday will be Thanksgiving in the United States.  It is all about family.  And memories.

Memories of beauty.  Memories of good times. 

But sometimes, Thanksgiving is about loss.

One of my cousins called me today, and we chatted about many things.  One thing she mentioned was that on the day after Thanksgiving she and her husband were heading to Virginia to celebrate her oldest brother in law's birthday.  He is turning 80.

She also mentioned her uncle, who is, I believe, 102 now. 

But I remember when, in 2016, his brother died.

His name was Jack, and he was 96 years old.  It's so ironic that he died the Sunday before Thanksgiving, because, at one time, he was a part of Thanksgiving for me.

After my Mom died in November of 1965, my Dad started to take me to Thanksgiving dinner at his younger sister's apartment in Brooklyn. It was over an hour's train ride and then either a 10 block walk, or a bus.  Somehow, it usually managed to be drizzling or raining.

In that small, one bedroom apartment, we would gather: my Dad, me, my aunt and uncle, their two children (my cousins, both slightly younger than me - the older one was the one who called me today) and my uncle's two "bachelor" (as they said in those days) brothers.

One of them was Jack.

We would eat roast turkey, stuffing, yams with marshmallows and pineapple (not crazy about it, but this was the 1960's) until we were full.   For dessert there would be roasted chestnuts and coffee ice cream.  Eventually Dad would go home - he had to work the next day.  I would sleep overnight at my aunt and uncle's.

Every year, Jack and his brother would arrive at Thanksgiving with a large box of candy in hand.  It was immediately hidden.

My two cousins and I would hunt the box down the next morning, and demolish it.  Strange how no one ever seemed to notice (or maybe I just ignored the outrage).

I only had one Thanksgiving with my aunt and uncle after getting married in 1974 (we lived far away from Brooklyn for some of that time) and I don't think Jack was there that year.  So, my husband never had the pleasure of meeting Jack, or his brother.

Now, almost all the members of that generation are gone.  

I will dedicate my first bite of Thanksgiving turkey today to the good times of the past and what I have now.

To my family.
To the friends who remain (several have already passed on).
To a warm house scented with good food.
To health.
To mobility.

And to you, my readers.

Thank you.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

How Did Sam Know?

I have a story for today which I am repeating from last year.

My 90 year old mother in law, whom I've blogged about from time to time in the almost ten year history of this blog, passed away a year ago today.

It was the day after the American Thanksgiving, the day we call "Black Friday". It's a major shopping day.  We were up early.

Before we got the call, we had decided to treat ourselves to a "Black Friday" breakfast out, something we used to do a lot but stopped doing except for special occasions.

This is where we decided to go a year ago today.


The "Greek House" (which serves a lot more than Greek food) has been owned by an Egyptian everyone calls Sam for the past 26 years.  It has been through two floods, the second of which closed it for a couple of months. Meantime, a large manufacturer across the street's building was ruined by that flood and had to move four miles or so down the road.  But the Greek House survived.

One day last year, a sign appeared in their window.

It's hard to see above, but it reads "Thank You to our loyal customers who have kept us in business for 25 years, and thanks to our loyal staff. We couldn't have made it without you.  Sam."

Now, when we have eaten here, the plates the food was served quickly, on were normal restaurant plates.  In fact, my spouse and his brother ate breakfast there together several months ago, and nothing was unusual.

Not a year ago around 7:15 AM.  In fact, the normally fast service wasn't there.  We waited and waited.

When our food was served, each of our plates was decorated on the rim, in big bold script, with the word MOTHER.

In faint lettering, there were various traits of the ideal mother listed.  Loving.  Patient. Kind.  Compassionate.  And so forth.

MOTHER....

It was so strange that I almost took a picture of the plate and my food, but decided not to.  Now I wish I had. Maybe you don't believe me but this is 100% true.

We finished our breakfast and went home.

And, not five minutes after entering our house, we got the phone call from the nursing home.

I'm still wondering, even a year later: 

How did Sam know?

Friday, November 22, 2019

Green Leaves #SkywatchFriday

November is almost gone.  Just a few more days and the really grim weather of winter will be hitting us here in upstate New York (so far we've only had a taste of it.)

Clouds and grey skies abound - this sunrise is from November 8.

But  I never would have expected to take this picture yesterday.
Broome County Library, Binghamton, New York
It isn't the blue skies, although they aren't that common in mid November.  It's the trees with green leaves among the brown.

Green leaves. 

This never used to happen on November 21 in the Binghamton, New York area.  This isn't an isolated tree, either.  Years ago these trees (I think they are Bradford Pears) would have been bare by the first of November.


Joining with Yogi and the other sky watching bloggers at #SkywatchFriday.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

The Next Chapter

In 2017, I participated in a "cousins" family reunion on my father's side.   I don't know if there will be another one.  It gets harder and harder to fit things in.  And, sadly, one of my cousins (he couldn't make it) died later that year and the wife of another one (who did) died earlier this year.  We are at that age where people seem to get together mainly for weddings and funerals.  Especially funerals.

One memory of that reunion sticks in my mind.

After eating, we talked on the phone with our last living biological uncle, who is in his early 90's. His wife, who is younger, is our last aunt.  They live about 850 miles from us.

When asking him how he was doing, he said "not bad for an old man".

I flashed back to when I visited him as a teenager, when he was an energetic man in his 40's, raising three children (my youngest cousins).  Now, those young children are in their 50's.

Last week, Last Uncle celebrated his 95th birthday.  There was a party Saturday at his church.  His children (only one lives locally, and another lives overseas, but they all came) and grandchildren attended.  What a wonderful occasion.

One of my cousins texted me to tell me she was sending me some pictures of Uncle's birthday party.  But then there was some additional news she needed to pass along.  One of the cousins at the reunion had recently been diagnosed with cancer.  She already has health issues that cause her a great deal of pain.  Now, this.  She will have surgery sometime in December.

I can't help but think of the cancer that has hit my family (it's not what my cousin has) three times:  pancreatic cancer.  Twice on my father's side and once on my mother's side.

We are blessed, we who are alive and in good health.  I ponder this almost every day now, even as I watch someone on my floor at work battle cancer, and think of a former co worker on another floor who faced her own cancer battle earlier this year.  I have a feeling that the universe isn't just sending me a message, but, rather, screaming it.  It's about time I paid attention.

I was taught that we inherited an imperfect world and we are charged with leaving it better than it was when we arrived on Earth.  I can't say that my still working full time as I near age 67 is a bad thing, but I am feeling it is time to turn my talents to something new.

I just don't know what that is.  And I never realized you could still have "midlife" crises this late in life.  Why is it so hard for me to make this decision?

One day, I can only hope, my spouse and I will be saying "not bad for an old man" or "not bad for an old woman" to the children of the next generation, my future first cousins once removed. 

Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Ugly Vegetable #WordlessWednesday

Last week, I spotlighted the beauty of vegetables.

Today, I want to do just the opposite:  Do you think this is ugly?
What is that?  No, it's not from another planet.

This is celeriac, being sold right now in our local upstate New York farmer's market.  If you are familiar with the green stalks of celery, you are looking at its cousin.  Celeriac and domestic celery have the same ancestor, but have gone in different directions.  One - stalks and leaves  The other - root.

Peel off the skin and you are left with a nutritious, low calorie veggie that can be boiled, mashed or even fried.  The Europeans know its ugliness is only skin deep.  I have never tried it before.  I will, now.

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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

One Short Speech

I first blogged this in 2013.  Now that there are those claiming our political divisions will result in a second United States Civil War, it is well we step back and reread history to discover just what the first Civil War did to our country.

It wasn't pretty.  It wasn't romantic.  In some ways, we still haven't recovered.  We are still surrounded by reminders, such as a speech generations of school children had to memorize.
Possibly the most famous speech in United States history began simply, as a verbal invitation, followed later by something in writing.

On November 2, 1863, President Abraham Lincoln received this invitation:

"Gettysburg Nov. 2 1863
To His Excellency
A. Lincoln
President U. S.

Sir,
The Several States having Soldiers in the Army of the Potomac, who were killed at the Battle of Gettysburg, or have since died at the various hospitals which were established in the vicinity, have procured grounds on a prominent part of the Battle Field for a Cemetery, and are having the dead removed to them and properly buried.
These Grounds will be Consecrated and set apart to this Sacred purpose, by appropriate Ceremonies, on Thursday, the 19th instant. Hon Edward Everett will deliver the Oration. I am authorized by the Governors of the different States to invite you to be present, and participate in these Ceremonies, which will doubtless be very imposing and solemnly impressive.
It is the desire that, after the Oration, you, as Chief Executive of the Nation, formally set apart these grounds to their Sacred use by a few appropriate remarks. It will be a source of great gratification to the many widows and orphans that have been made almost friendless by the Great Battle here, to have you here personally; and it will kindle anew in the breasts of the Comrades of these brave dead, who are now in the tented field or nobly meeting the foe in the front, a confidence that they who sleep in death on the Battle Field are not forgotten by those highest in Authority; and they will feel that, should their fate be the same, their remains will not be uncared for.
We hope you will be able to be present to perform this last solemn act to the Soldiers dead on this Battle Field.
I am with great Respect, Your Excellency's Obedient Servant
David Wills
Agent for A. G. Curtin Gov. of Penna.[Pennsylvania] and acting for all the States"

In the aftermath of the Battle of Gettysburg, July 1-3, 1863,  some 2500 residents of Gettysburg were left to tend to the thousands of wounded and bury the thousands more who had died during the three day battle. Gettysburg was to be the costliest battle (in lives lost) of the Civil War.   I will spare you the details of the horrific conditions endured that summer by the farmers and others who owned the land where the dead fell, and what overwhelmed remaining Union soldiers and area residents went through, but if you are interested, here is one description. This article also has a harrowing description of what the Confederate soldiers left behind in Lee's retreat experienced.

Eventually, state and local governments came together.  With financial help from every Union state whose citizens died at Gettysburg, lawyer David Willis oversaw the purchase of 17 acres for what became a national cemetery.  It was to be dedicated on November 19, 1863, and the featured speaker was going to be....

...no, not President Lincoln.  He was invited to give some remarks after the featured orator.  You might say, he was invited almost as an afterthought. (more on that shortly).

It was, instead, a noted orator by the name of Edward Everett, a man who had served as a Congressman, a Secretary of State, a Senator and the Governor of Massachusetts, who was to give the main speech. 

So it sounds like the President was being slighted, being treated almost as an afterthought.  But, I have read that was not the case at all - that, in the 1860's Presidents were not expected to give speeches. That was the job of orators such as Everett, and Lincoln was to give a "few words" in his role as President.

Ironically, perhaps, Everett would not live to see the end of the Civil War, and Lincoln himself only outlived the end by a few days.  But we are getting ahead of ourselves.

Today is the 156th anniversary of the dedication of Gettysburg's National Cemetery on November 19, 1863, and here is the address Lincoln thought would not long be remembered.

He was wrong.

There are five known copies of the address, with some differences.  I believe this one is the most commonly quoted.

Lincoln's Gettysburg Address:

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. 

 
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

 
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.


 

Perhaps I should start rerunning my Civil War Sunday posts which I wrote between 2011-2015, during the 150th anniversary of that dread event, so that my readers (and I) can get a refresher.  But, for now, let's remember one thing - a short speech.

Monday, November 18, 2019

Happiness and Sadness on Rainy Tenth Avenue #MusicMovesMe

Welcome, Monday!  It's time for Music Moves Me.

Who are the #MusicMovesMe bloggers? We are bloggers who blog about music each Monday and if you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only,  please! Non-music posts are subject to removal or labeling as "No Music".)   First, there is XmasDolly.  Her chief co-conductor is Cathy of Curious as a Cathy. Her other co-conductors are Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, and me.  

This month our guest conductor is "CK" of Stunning Keisha,  and she has declared today as a "You Pick" day.  The day is ours!

Almost all of my selections are long today but there's a personal reason behind each of these songs.

I have to admit, this month has had a degree of sadness in it, and it isn't over yet, with one of my cousins recently diagnosed with cancer.

Dedicated to my cousin.  Shinedown and "Diamond Eyes".
A rainly November day is perfect for a song like Guns N'Roses and their power Ballard "November Rain".  The history of the song and video is interesting and you can read it here.

Bon Jovi performing Leonard Cohen's iconic Hallelujah.

But all is not sad.  This past week my last living uncle celebrated his 95th birthday.  And, as a "Happy Birthday" I thought I would play Richard Rogers' 1936 "Slaughter on 10th Avenue" as covered by Larry Fast and Synergy.  One of his sons introduced me to this album back around 1976, and I've loved it ever since. It's long, so I won't be mad if you don't stick around, but even if you don't like electronic music, why don't you try this version of a classic?

And that is a wrap.

You know the drill - same time, same place, next Monday for another episode of #MusicMovesMe!