tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076269570360447642024-03-14T04:23:58.794-07:00The Urge to PreserveMusings of a life long learner ~ a collection of life experiences.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-39019974415664954992021-01-23T19:56:00.001-08:002021-01-25T20:15:15.846-08:00Apple Rutabaga Soup<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-p4-fPNfjvqIu_eaXDPxU25JVHdVtGvjEYgoMIkzghcESLGCYgXbRY_9IkXa64zFUm7nsE8lFfzDWAWLbyiB5SP6UkgLiSHL70nL9nL_1Sszr6JpALAgUZPDcH3Jqcx4R9_RMy1nilzQU/s2048/natalie-grainger-DapP9j2DJMQ-unsplash.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-p4-fPNfjvqIu_eaXDPxU25JVHdVtGvjEYgoMIkzghcESLGCYgXbRY_9IkXa64zFUm7nsE8lFfzDWAWLbyiB5SP6UkgLiSHL70nL9nL_1Sszr6JpALAgUZPDcH3Jqcx4R9_RMy1nilzQU/s400/natalie-grainger-DapP9j2DJMQ-unsplash.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
This is the perfect season to make soup! Winter days call me to make soups and heavier stews. They call my name and my stomach rumbles. <div><br /></div><div>My mother was a wonderful maker of soups. I suppose since she was born during the great depression there were many soups and stews served for the purpose of filling empty stomachs and stretching provisions among hungry family members. I most remember beef vegetable soup and also her amazing chicken soup with vegetables and homemade noodles. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once, as an adult, I was living alone and very ill. Fevers would come and go and mostly I didn't feel up to cooking or even eating. I reached a point where my body began to crave my mother's chicken soup. I pushed myself to get up and put together the ingredients to set a pot to simmering. Even the smell began to make me feel better. I believe there is something to the healing power of that soup!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today. though, is for Apple Rutabaga Soup! In winter apples and rutabagas are plentiful at our markets. Throw in some squash, carrots and sweet potato and you have an awesome soup! So, get out that big pot and get busy!
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Makes 2 quarts, 6-8 servings<br />
Ingredients:<br />
1 stick (1/4 pound) butter<br />
1 cup onion, roughly chopped<br />
1 cup Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored and roughly chopped<br />
1 cup rutabaga, peeled and roughly chopped<br />
1 cup butternut squash, peeled, seeded and roughly chopped<br />
1 cup carrots, peeled and roughly chopped<br />
1 cup sweet potato, peeled and roughly chopped<br />
1 quart good chicken stock<br />
2 cups heavy cream<br />
¼ cup maple syrup<br />
Salt and cayenne pepper to taste<br />
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1. In a large saucepan over medium-high heat, melt the butter. Add
the onion, apple, rutabaga, squash, carrots and sweet potato and cook,
stirring occasionally, until the onions are translucent.<br />
2. Add the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Simmer for 20 to 25
minutes or until all of the vegetables are cooked through and tender.<br />
3. Purée the vegetables in a blender or food processor. Strain
through a fine mesh strainer into the same pot you used to cook the
vegetables. Add the cream, maple syrup, salt and cayenne pepper.<br />
4. Return the pot to the stove, bring the soup to a simmer, and serve.<br />
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Within this website you will find posts that date back to 2012. As internet websites continue to advance in technique and technical appearance, the older posts reflect the look of an earlier time. So be it! While I was tempted to go back and "fix up" I decided to plow ahead and just keep on writing and posting. Besides, this is a collection and it should be a time stamp of sorts, right? So, it's some time after the last post in 2013, and with a new day and projects to tackle, food to cook, and adventures to take, here begins 2021!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-21756655216694338862014-04-13T12:24:00.007-07:002021-01-25T17:46:35.425-08:00Tri Loom Jacket Tutorial<!--[if !mso]>
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Here you can see the Farmer Ants working their Scale! Once the Scale lays her eggs, the ants move them around the tree. The Scale themselves don't move very far so getting rid of the ants is as important as defeating the Scale!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fascinating! But, I'd rather just be done with Citrus Cottony Cushion Scale! </span></div>
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Don't you just love that word. Rambunctious. It is so fun to say, like being young and Julie Andrews, through her Mary Poppins character, teaching us to sing "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious".<br />
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Atrocious - another great word.<br />
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I also like the word slither, although I don't particularly like snakes
that slither. Hither, as in hither and yon, is another good one.<br /><br />
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Then there is the book I used to read every year to my first grade class, Tikki Tikki Tembo, the story of a Chinese boy who had the very long name:<br />
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Tikki Tikki Tembo-no Sa Rembo-chari Bari Ruchi-pip Peri Pembo.<br />
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I read the story for my own enjoyment of reciting the sing-song name, and then teaching the children to memorize it, who in turn used it to impressed their friends and family.<br />
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Words are magical. I like them. Happiness is often times found in the simple things.<br />
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Rambunctious!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-45330142837260009672013-04-22T21:58:00.001-07:002013-04-23T15:38:16.140-07:00Quite . . . <br />
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I found some quite clever aprons on Pinterest. Not a surprise, I'm sure.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite Clever Pinterest Apron - Redoux of a man's shirt.</td></tr>
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I was quite captivated with the concept and wanted to make one - which turned into "some". So, off to the thrift store(s) I went to purchase the necessary materials - men's shirts. After a couple of trips to my favorite haunts, I had quite a few in different colors.<br />
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I've made the prototype - which is quite nice - and quite a learning
experience - as now will only fit someone quite small. That would be my
daughter, Kelsey. Don't tell, it's a birthday surprise.<br />
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In all, I really like how this first one turned out, especially the flowers I made to adorn the pocket. I used the fabric from three of the shirts and mixed and matched different sizes. The result is quite cute!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-55432657764820569732013-04-18T22:03:00.000-07:002014-05-06T17:50:00.646-07:00Pig Project<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As a parent, sometimes I've found that I didn't grasp the entirely of a situation until I saw it through my children's eyes. That often came later, and so it was with the summer of the "pig project" that led up to our county fair. In making the decision to allow my son to get involved, I didn't realize to the extent I was imposing on Lauren. Had I, I'm not sure I would have allowed Colin to enroll in the project. In the end, what they gained was not what I expected. What follows is the accoun<span style="font-size: small;">t</span> by my daughter, through her eyes, as written for her English class. At the time my son was 11 and Lauren was 14 years old. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>For four months Colin and I had raised those stupid pigs. Feeding them morning and night, spraying them down in the summer, and walking them each morning. Strike that, I fed them morning and night and hosed them down in the summer heat. Colin simply walked them with me. Hours upon hours of working with those two pigs in hopes that the coveted blue ribbon would soon be hanging from their pens come August. But it wasn't meant to be, my pig received 8th place and depression set in for the rest of the day. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Now small children in small green 4-H hats milled around the show ring. Camcorders in hand, parents gleefully watched their children and crossed their fingers that they wouldn't mess up. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Colin stuck out like a sore thumb the way he guided his pig around the ring as our sister, Kelsey, kept close behind him, helping only when necessary. His slanted, Down syndrome eyes squint as he smiles, but he was careful not to lose sight of Miss Piggy in the mass of hogs in the ring. Kelsey followed in his wake as they crossed in front of the judge and once he spotted Colin he couldn't take his eyes off of that out of place, goofy, little boy.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Colin and the judge locked eyes and Colin gave the judge a toothy grin and a thumbs up. By then the whole crowd had stopped looking at their sons and daughters and were watching Colin, and the sight of the small Down syndrome boy giving such a large man that gleeful thumbs up. </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>The crowd of hogs slowly thinned and soon Colin and Miss Piggy were one of two other pairs. The judge grasped the microphone and spoke of the third place contestant and then gave Colin a wink and thumbs up and announced that Colin and Miss Piggy had received 2nd place in their class.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This was an amazing experience for everyone in the pavilion. The crowd was transfixed on the judge waiting for the outcome. When he announced the second place winner the stands erupted in applause for the little boy and his pig. There was not a dry eye in the house as Colin stepped forward to receive his ribbon. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In that moment, I was so proud of Colin, the judge, the 4-H program, our swine leader, and the folks in our county. I was especially proud of our girls, for without them Colin would not have been in the show ring. Our only direction to Kelsey was that she make sure Colin and his pig didn't interfere with the other children in their efforts to show their animals to their best ability. He showed that pig like a champ, and won the hearts of all those in attendance in the process.</span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjKKCiGHPp5dwLev-1pbcQ7r6HQa83Kkf8ov67GGkSupgUL5WMl_Zk0Lx-OTHbqog2xoTSdqaxeXYK5tPi8QSpUFYP0goVPLBjaigZoeduJclsz0cJJno4RVaWZnNqZq0kiTl9aKKrbAW/s1600/Lauren+Crop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjKKCiGHPp5dwLev-1pbcQ7r6HQa83Kkf8ov67GGkSupgUL5WMl_Zk0Lx-OTHbqog2xoTSdqaxeXYK5tPi8QSpUFYP0goVPLBjaigZoeduJclsz0cJJno4RVaWZnNqZq0kiTl9aKKrbAW/s320/Lauren+Crop.JPG" height="320" width="232" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">However, the credit for this moment really belonged to Lauren. That sweet girl had worked daily for four months, often trying to get a reluctant brother to cooperate, to prepare both pigs for those few minutes in the show ring. She not only cared for the pigs, but she schooled Colin on how to walk the pig using the guiding show stick. In the eyes of the crowd the win may have been Colin's, but in truth the greater victory went to Lauren.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Belatedly, thank you, Lauren, for your hard work the summer of the "pig project"! Your devotion and dedication to the pigs and Colin showed what an amazing young lady you are. Truly a blessing to your family and especially to your little brother!</span></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-91135702628862853382013-04-17T22:30:00.003-07:002013-09-29T11:37:53.112-07:00Outdoor Kitchen, Please<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here in California, outdoor kitchens
have been all the rage for many years. You could pick up just about any
upscale home and garden magazine, and there was an article with pictures
of the most awesome outdoor kitchen spaces. Yes, awesome, and
expensive, and completely over the top! Not what I have in mind!</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have been thinking about doing an outdoor kitchen for a some time, and more seriously the last couple of years. Growing up, some folks down the road from our family cabin had a screened in kitchen that they used in the summers, they actually called it the Summer Kitchen. It was a completely separate building, big enough to have a table and chairs and small efficiency kitchen. Later, when they built a new home, they moved the concept into the house and had two kitchens, jokingly, a his and a her's. As a youngster, to me, having two kitchens made no sense, but now, in addition to a traditional indoor kitchen, I have a longing for an outdoor one, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I want something more than just a grill or a cob pizza oven, and way less than those glossy magazine model kitchens. I also have a longing to build what's called a rocket mass heater that burns just a bit of wood to get a lot of heat. That's what got me thinking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have what is called a
rocket stove from a company called Stove-Tec<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">offered <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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by the “not-just-for-profit” wing of the <a href="http://www.aprovecho.net/">Aprovecho Research Center</a> and </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> invented by Dr. Larry
Winiarski.
Profits from sales of the stoves benefit the Center’s research. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It is made in America and is sent to developing countries where women cook over open fires and much of their wood fuel has been depleted.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> For the most part</span>, in developed countries it is purchased for camping, or the preparedness community. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Amazingly, as reported by the Stove-Tec Company, </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It uses </span>40-50% less fuel and reduces emissions by 40-75% while
reducing green house gas (GHG) emissions an estimated 60% or 1-2 tons
per year. These stoves are preferred over other improved cook stoves and
three stone fires by 95% of users in Uganda. High adoption and
preference reported in India, South Africa, Ethiopia and Chile proves
the stoves great versatility among many different users.”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">While continuing to research rocket stoves on the internet, I've seen the rocket stove concept used in making rocket kitchens, really rough models built in developing countries. I could do that, but my hubby would want something more attractive sitting in our backyard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">AND, it is beautiful to behold! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I truly believe if you ask for something the Universe will conspire to make it happen for you. So I'm putting this out there. Nancy to Universe - I want an </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ecofogão </span>EcoStove outdoor kitchen! Thank you! </span><br />
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For more information and sites with a host of different Rocket Mass Heaters, Rocket Stoves, and Rocket Kitchens, visit my <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancypeirce/wood-rocket-stoves/">Pinterest Board</a> where I have lots of them pinned!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-22322581609559951772013-04-16T21:42:00.000-07:002013-04-16T23:38:27.785-07:00Manzanita, Mushrooms, Miner's Lettuce - Oh, My!I live in the edible capital of the world. Well, sort of. I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas just up from the northern end of the Sacramento Valley - The Big Valley. There is a lot of agriculture going on in the valley. Lots of rice, walnuts, almonds, tomatoes, grape vineyards, peaches, plums, and much more grown on a commerical basis.<br />
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There are also lots of micro growers doing Community Supported Agriculture, especially in my area. There are small acreage farmers growing specialty crops to be sold in our local "grower's markets" or through their individual CSAs.<br />
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Then there are the forgers. Those people who routinely and seasonally scour our woodlands and grasslands for wild edibles. These are the people who interest me!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Manzanita shrub courtesy of <a href="http://www.laspilitas.com/">www.laspilitas.com</a></td></tr>
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Manzanita and mushrooms are among the wild edibles that are prevalent in my area. In a <a href="http://www.theurgetopreserve.com/2012/11/15th-annual-fungus-foray-and-wild.html">previous post</a> I noted there are hundreds of different mushrooms that can be found within a short drive of my home. And, the Manzanita shrub is also widely available. In fact, both Manzanita and mushrooms grow on my property. Along with oaks that produce volumes of acorns, I also have wild lilies that produce edible roots and Miner's Lettuce that grow abundantly. <br />
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For years now two books by Euell Gibbons have graced my book shelf, <i>Stalking the Blue Eyed Scallop</i> and <i>Stalking the Wild Asparagus</i>. Both are excellent guides to introduce the novice to forging. On the internet is a site called <a href="http://www.eattheweeds.com/you-can-learn-to-forage-for-wild-edibles/">Eat The Weeds</a> - a wonderful resource for wild edibles.<br />
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So get out and explore "nature's grocery store" and find out what's in your own backyard!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-44076682439139054292013-04-12T23:06:00.001-07:002013-04-16T21:53:47.300-07:00Kombucha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm a Kombucha brewer and drinker. More so in the warmer weather than in the cooler months. Now that it is warming up I'm starting up my brewing station. Last summer I was brewing three gallons a week and drinking it all myself as hubby doesn't appreciate it. I haven't been able to recruit my daughters either. That's okay, I like it! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">To start this season, I decided to take the <a href="http://30daykombuchachallenge.com/" target="_blank">30 Day Kombucha Challenge</a> by Hannah Crum, <a href="http://www.kombuchakamp.com/" target="_blank">The Kombucha Mamma</a>. I started a new brew today taking a </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">SCOBY </span></span>daughter from my current mother.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The brew I make today will take seven days to mature. Then I will have<span style="font-size: small;"> another </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">daughter (or some say baby) SCOBY</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></span> and will do two gallons the following week, one jar using<span style="font-size: small;"> each SCOBY</span>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">* a SCOBY (<span style="font-size: small;">S</span>ymbiotic <span style="font-size: small;">C</span>ulture of <span style="font-size: small;">B</span>acteria and <span style="font-size: small;">Y</span>east)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">* one cup of saved Kombucha <span style="font-size: small;">liquid <span style="font-size: small;">from previous batch</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">* 4-6 tea bags (<span style="font-size: small;">caffeinated</span> tea - black or green or combination of both) </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">* gallon jar</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">* water <span style="font-size: x-small;">(mine comes from a well - <span style="font-size: x-small;">don't</span> use treated water with chlorine, etc.)</span></span></span><br />
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straw beneath the SCOBY and take a sip. If it's too tart, then reduce your
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days. Continue to taste every day or so until you reach your
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morning, then with meals<span style="font-size: small;">, listen to <span style="font-size: small;">your body</span></span>! <span style="font-size: small;">Always d</span>rink plenty of water<span style="font-size: small;">, too!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lots of debate has ensured over the years about the benefits of Kombucha. I'm not going to go into all the ins and outs of it, but I do want to include a few links to what I've found on the internet while trying to get answers to my own questions. Please check out these links and do your own search. As a disclaimer - I don't want anyone to assume I'm advocating the use of this drink for heath benefits. You can discern that for yourself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Overview - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kombucha" target="_blank">Article with up to date info on Kombucha</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Commentary - <a href="http://www.kombucha-research.com/index.html" target="_blank">Michael R. Roussin, "Analyses of Kombucha Ferments"</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Interview - </span><a href="http://www.kombuchakamp.com/2011/05/5-questions-with-michael-roussin-kombucha-legend.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;">Hannah Crum with Michael R. Roussin</span></a></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.kombuchakamp.com/2011/05/5-questions-with-michael-roussin-kombucha-legend.html" target="_blank"> </a></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Research - <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/10978857" target="_blank">Effects of chronic kombucha ingestion</a> (BTW, it's positive!)<span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Challenge - <a href="http://30daykombuchachallenge.com/" target="_blank">30 Day Kombucha Challenge Site</a></span></span></span></h1>
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</b></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-28520616550873518872013-04-11T23:39:00.007-07:002021-01-25T20:24:41.872-08:00Aunt Jemima<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zi_msqtOPc&t=184s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Aunt Jemima history of the icon" border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="799" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80Twz86e2AsDoaX0BCkgTc7jWXeHFPjXKpQSV44KP_kSnAAwSnIw4QqUEoquo4c8Wes5hBcxKE8kAU7PlFR5wO5fIVt-RY9uRyxDEICL6pTps67oHrjZ5KH05KhKNbNKW8r8XJBblnx3E/w400-h195/Aunt+Jemima+2.jpg" title="History of Aunt Jemima - Video" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zi_msqtOPc" target="_blank">The Story of Aunt Jemima - Video Link</a></div></div><span style="font-size: small;"><div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>I sing. Yes, I sing. Mostly silly songs. I sing silly songs that I make up for the occasion. Any occasion. And my children roll their eyes. My son attempts to cover my mouth. But, still I sing!</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">This is really true. I can make up just about any song for any topic. Both the <span style="font-size: small;">lyrics</span> and the music. <span style="font-size: small;">Later</span>, I never remember them, but it gives me great joy while in the mist of composing and singing.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br />I also have a collection of jingles that I remember from television <span style="font-size: small;">commercials</span> while growing up. Perhaps my favorite is the 1967 song from the Aunt Jemima pancake and syrup commercial.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">"Aunt Jemima pancakes without her syrup is like the spring without the fall. Only one thing worse in this universe, and that's no Aunt Jemima at all."</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">I sing it when making pancakes.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> I sing it while putting the pancakes on the table along with butter and syrup. My children roll their eyes. </span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: small;">But someday, when I'm gone, they will reminisce about how I <span style="font-size: small;">c</span>ould make up silly songs for any occasion and they will say, "Remember when she made pancakes, she would sing the Aunt Jemima song? How did it go? Oh, yeah, I remember. 'Aunt Jemima pancakes without her syrup . . . '"</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">Yep, that's what my silly songs are all about - making memories - one song at a time!</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: small;">Above image is a link to the history of Aunt Jemima and below is the original 1967 <span style="font-size: small;">television </span>commercial with the jingle. Just click on the image!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A few years ago I hit a bump in the road - of life. I was feeling like an <span style="font-size: small;">iceberg</span> with only part of me visible and functioning - the wife, mother, cook, shopper, lau</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ndress, housekeeper, chauffeur part . . . and the bigger part of me, the intuitive, emotional, sensitive, and sacred part was hidden. I wanted to acknowledge this part and allow it to be nurtured and developed. </span><br />
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are you reading this book? You must have a deep feeling inside
somewhere that you have a personal destiny which is more or different
than what you are living right now.</i></span></td>
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fulfilling life. We feel fortunate and grateful to have discovered how
to live life immersed in our passions.</i></span></td><td class="body_1" colspan="2"></td>
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you know what it's like when yet another great plan fails, when that
feeling of depression and discouragement rises up and overwhelms you,
turning your insides out and making you wonder, "Is all this really
worth it?" </i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aligned with my personal destiny? Wow, that sounded pretty amazing. I had never really considered that I had a "personal d<span style="font-size: small;">e</span>stiny". Instead it seemed all tied up with other people and <span style="font-size: small;">supporting their <span style="font-size: small;">desires and dreams. </span></span>But, <span style="font-size: small;">Chris and Janet</span> <span style="font-size: small;">ce<span style="font-size: small;">rtainly thought I <span style="font-size: small;">had a personal destiny, and if <span style="font-size: small;">it</span> was true, what was it?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Atwoods, through<span style="font-size: small;"> their website, administer The Passion Test for free. I took the time to take advantage of their offering a<span style="font-size: small;">s well as bringing other aspects of the<span style="font-size: small;">ir <span style="font-size: small;">teachings</span> into my life<span style="font-size: small;"> and here is what I learned.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Showing daily
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fun
physical
activities <span style="font-size: small;">like</span> bocce ball, bowling, or dancing. Travel to new places or to vis<span style="font-size: small;">it cherished family and friends</span>.
Outdoor activities<span style="font-size: small;"> like</span> camping, hiking, picnics. Cultural activities <span style="font-size: small;">like going to the</span>
theater and museums. <span style="font-size: small;">Creative outlets p</span>ursuing fiber art activities.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Working with the skills I have and learning new ones -</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> gardening, landscaping, cooking, brewing, fermenting, beekeeping and woodworking.</span></span> Creating an environment that fosters a self reliant lifestyle. Reaching out to others to share knowledge to create a community that is mutually supportive.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Three
secrets to living your passions: </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Commitment - Clarity - Attention </span></b></div>
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you are committed, nothing will happen for you." <br />
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And why should it? If you're not willing to make a change yourself, how
can you expect your world to suddenly get better? <br />
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There's nothing more important for creating your passionate life than
making an unshakeable commitment to start choosing in favor of your
passions. <br />
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So, if for any reason, you're still not choosing in favor of your
passions, make the commitment now and start creating new patterns for
success and happiness. <br />
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Yes, you'll always be asked to put other things ahead of your own
passions. But by committing to your passions, it will get easier and
easier to do the things you love first, not last or never. <br />
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<b>2. Clarity</b> - "When you're clear, what you want will
show up in your life, and only to the extent you are clear."<br />
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The Passion Test is designed to bring you a new level of clarity about
what you want. Once you gain that clarity, the things you want can
literally start "showing up" immediately, and often in the most
unexpected ways.<br />
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<b>3. Attention</b> - "What you put your attention on grows
stronger in your life." <br />
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So your job is to become aware every day, every moment, WHAT you're
putting your attention on. Through this practice you'll start attracting
the people, places and things you need to manifest and support your
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Four keys to change your life from doubt and frustration to success and
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Stay Open - Integrity - Persistence - Follow Your
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<b>1. Stay Open</b> - Your greatest good may not be what you think it is. <br />
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When you are open to whatever is appearing now, even if it's different than the
way you think it should be, you release your individual will and open to God's
will for you. <br />
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This is the path to living your highest purpose, and also the secret to
overcoming any obstacle, which may arise in your life. <br />
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<b>2. Integrity</b> - Be as true to yourself as you are to others, and as true
to others as you are to yourself. <br />
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The biggest challenge most of us face is to meet our responsibilities to others
while pursuing our passions at the same time. <br />
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When you make commitments to others, make sure those commitments are aligned
with YOUR passions. Then you can fulfill both your passions and commitments to
others in one stroke.<br />
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And when you make a commitment to yourself, treat it with the same respect as a
commitment to anyone else. <br />
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<b>3. Persistence</b> - Many begin the journey, but those who finish it are the
ones who achieve success and fulfillment in life. <br />
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When you're living a life that is truly aligned with your passions, persistence
gets a whole lot easier. You'll find that you don't want to stop, or that you
can't stop, even if you think you want to. Your deepest passions will drive you
onward. <br />
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<b>4. Follow Your Heart</b> - Passion emerges from the heart, not the mind. <br />
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When you don't know which direction to head, just start walking and pay
attention to what your heart tells you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You must listen carefully because your heart whispers.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Littlefoot’s mother)<br />
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Follow your heart's direction and the path to fulfillment in life will
naturally unfold before your eyes as you learn to Stay Open, build your Integrity,
demonstrate your Persistence, and Follow Your Heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">life doesn't seem so m<span style="font-size: small;">uch li<span style="font-size: small;">ke an </span></span>iceberg</span></span> any more. I'm learning to balance the <span style="font-size: small;">desires </span>of others and <span style="font-size: small;">my</span> need<span style="font-size: small;"> to pursue</span> my passions. T<span style="font-size: small;">hat bump in the road <span style="font-size: small;">turned out to be a good thing <span style="font-size: small;">as it sent me in a new direction. I<span style="font-size: small;"> highly recommen<span style="font-size: small;">d <span style="font-size: small;">finding your <span style="font-size: small;">passion</span> if you<span style="font-size: small;">'</span>ve hit a bump in your road<span style="font-size: small;">, be<span style="font-size: small;">cause as Nelson Mandela said,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“There is no passion to be found in </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">playing small — in settling for a life that </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">is less than the one you
are </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">capable of living.”</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">For more information, h</span>ere's some links to helpful resources<span style="font-size: small;">:</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.thepassiontest.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Passion Test</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Test-Effortless-Discovering-Purpose/dp/0452289858/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1277585496&sr=1-1-spell" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Passion Test Book</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://static.oprah.com/pdf/passion-hexagon.pdf" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oprah's Find Your Passion</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.oprah.com/spirit/How-to-Find-Your-True-Calling-What-Am-I-Meant-to-Do" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oprah's Find Your True Calling </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-39733026682345806482013-04-09T23:27:00.000-07:002013-04-09T23:27:33.298-07:00Heart Ache<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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My father died of heart failure. Well, sort of. I'm not really sure what is written on his death certificate. It could have been one of many things, or maybe it was from complications of our health industry. <br />
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In 1986, my dad was diagnosed with "heart disease" after his first attack at the age of 60. All the signs were there. An otherwise thin man, he had a classic "beer belly" that had been forming for years. A lot of stress in his life with a managerial position which required some travel and a strained relationship with my mother. And then, after breakfast one morning, he experienced a heart attack that sent him to the hospital and on to the operating room for a quadruple bypass which saved his life.<br />
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My parents were educated on the changes that were recommended for those post heart surgery. They were told Dad was producing too much cholesterol, in addition to the amount he was getting in his diet. They were given the American Heart Association recommended diet based on "The Framingham Study". <br />
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Framingham, NY, late 1940s, a group of scientists and researchers gathered to study the cause of heart disease - the results of which would hopefully lead to a cure. In 1961, "The Framingham Study" had made some discoveries including the cholesterol connection. The resulting theory linked saturated fat in the diet, elevated cholesterol levels in the blood stream, and Coronary Heart Disease. Soon after, dietary recommendations for heart disease patients restricted saturated fat intake, primarily in the form of red meats and eggs. This was naturally followed with a host of manufactured foods claiming to be low in saturated fats and aimed at this new market.<br />
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My parents fully got on the low-fat bandwagon. They bought low fat foods of all kinds - full of sugars, and starches - along with egg substitutes, better butters, and cooking oils full of transfats, all substituting for saturated fats. My dad began a regimen of medications including the statin Lipator to lower his cholesterol, the blood thinner coumodin and later Plavix, Losartan for elevated blood pressure, Meloprolol tartrate as a diuretic, Isosorbide mononitrate for angina. They purchased equipment to begin an exercise program. <br />
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God bless him, he was religious about taking his meds. He did some research and put himself on vitamin E and C as well a other supplements he thought would be beneficial. He praised his medical insurance for covering his expenses that allowed him access to this great medical care and affordable medication. Every year he met with his cardiologist and took a "stress test" which he always passed with great pride.<br />
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In the ensueing years my parents fell off the diet, often eating at McDonalds for breakfast and later in the day stopping in again for a hamburger and strawberry sundae. The excersise program never really took shape, although they did learn to dance and had great fun doing it, and Dad continued with his medication. Some years later there was another problem with his heart and a stint was placed. Later, having a bout with a respiratory infection, he landed in the hospital where he contracted a chronic lung disease. Still, his belief in the American medical system, the insurance system, and pharmacological system never wavered.<br />
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I've been reading about changes in the assertion that cholesterol is the culprit in heart disease. There is a book out called <i>The Great Cholesterol Myth</i> that calls into question whether using statin drugs is appropriate except in the heart disease population of men in their 40s and never for women. In fact, recently The Food and Drug Administration raised safety concerns about statins, warning that patients taking
the drugs may face a "small increased risk" of higher blood sugar levels
and of being diagnosed with diabetes.<br />
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Statins and all Coranary Heart Disease associated medications, are big business for the pharmacological industry as well as the doctors who prescribe them. In returning to see your medical specialist in order to continue to receive prescriptions for your drugs, a fee for the office visit is triggered. It is not just the AMA in bed with big pharma. Dr. Barbara Roberts, M.D., director of the Women's Cardiac Center at the Miriam Hospital in Providence, R.I. asserts, "But you have to remember that medical journals depend upon Big Pharma
for their ads and reprint orders just as medical centers and medical
professionals rely on Big Pharma for funding. It is a round robin
situation that probably won't change until the patients, doctors and the
public demand change."<br />
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Another voice rising in support of a new view of heart disease and cholesterol is Dr. Stephen Sinatra, a practicing cardiologist for over 30 years and the author of <em>The Great Cholesterol Myth</em>. "You know cholesterol is found at the scene of the crime for heart disease, but it's not the perpetrator," he contends. Sinatra is among a growing number of physicians who
point the finger at inflammation, which is caused by a number of things.
Eating too much sugar is at the top of the list. He admits a small percentage of LDL cholesterol
is bad because it's inflammatory. But he said, for the most part, it's
good for you. "Cholesterol many times can be a gift in disguise," he said.</div>
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Even so, the American Heart Association still states on their website, "Eating foods that contain saturated fats raises the level of cholesterol
in your blood. High levels of blood cholesterol increase your risk of
heart disease and stroke. Be aware, too, that many foods high in
saturated fats are also high in cholesterol – which raises your blood
cholesterol even higher." </div>
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I have come to believe that it is inflammation that is at the root of heart disease and for that matter many diseases. I believe that sugar in it's many forms is one cause of this inflammation as well as the damage to the coronary vessel walls. I believed that cholesterol is the body's method of patching the damage and in doing so causes the blockages that lead to heart attacks. I believe that the food we ingest is all the medication we need to give us vitality and good health.</div>
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All this is too late for my dad. He lived twenty-six years after his first heart attack. His last years after contracting the chronic lung disease while hospitalized were not easy ones. His last year was especially painful. I pray that we continue to be enlightened by those medical professionals among us who are courageous enough to stand up and contradict prevailing wisdom. I also pray that those of us who are brave and vigilant enough to ask the difficult questions - keep asking - until our nation and her people are given the truth about what is required for us to get and remain healthy.</div>
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The International Network of Cholesterol Skeptics: <a href="http://www.thincs.org/Malcolm.choltheory.htm" target="_blank">Malcolm Kendirck</a><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Barbara Roberts: <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/martha-rosenberg/statins_b_1818370.html" target="_blank">Do You Really Need That Statin? This Expert Says No</a> </span></span><br />
Stephen Sinatra: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592335217/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1592335217&linkCode=as2&tag=thechribroane-20" target="_blank">The Great Cholesterol Myth</a><br />
Stephen Sinatra: <a href="http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/healthscience/2012/october/cholesterol-myth-what-really-causes-heart-disease/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cholesterol Myth: What Really Causes Heart Disease?</span></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fox News: <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/health/2012/02/28/fda-issues-new-warning-on-lipitor-zocor-other-statins/#ixzz2Q2IQWxxs" target="_blank">FDA issues new warning on Lipitor, Zocor, other statins</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dietary fads come and go . . . and having lived for six decades I've witnessed my share. As a child, my family ate what we have come to know as the Standard American Diet, although portion sizes were smaller, meals were most likely prepared at home, and I recall eating a lot of vegetables, and less meat or grains. Processed foods as we know them were expensive and so my mother cooked "from scratch" as did most in my neighborhood. Yes, we did have Twinkies and HoHos, but even those were most often a rare treat. We ate margarine and called it butter, and shortening was a staple on the pantry shelf.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My first brush with food as a health issue came in the late 1970s. I had moved to a small community and joined a "food co-op". As a group, we ordered "natural food' in bulk and then met the delivery truck on "bagging day" to split it up among the members. I purchased a Champion juicer, baked whole wheat bread, and only used cold pressed oil. Two books popular among my friends were Diet For A Small Planet and Laurel's Kitchen. I remember some of the young mothers in the group limiting sugar and foods with red dye in it. One of my students was on a special diet designed for hyperactive children, another sometimes drank coffee before school if he was out of his Ritalin medication.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Later, in the late 1980s, my husband and I tried our hand at the Dr. McDougall diet. Hubby's mother had the good doctor's books and received his newsletter and suggested that we might think about going off dairy products and eliminating red meat - or meat altogether. We did that for about a year. Then, when pregnant with our second child, I decided to reintroduce meat and milk, "just to be on the safe side".</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">From there it has been a slippery slope, Dr. Barry Sears (The Zone Diet), Dr. Pritkin, Dr. Weil, Dr. Schwarzbein (Suzanne Sommers), Dr. Akins, Dr. Agatston (South Beach Diet), Drs. Heller (Carbohydrate Addict's Diet), Dr. Perricone (Perricone Prescription) and even "Dr." Oprah. All have had their opinion, each asserting they have "the answer" to the health questions we are asking. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of late the dietary trends are the Glycemic Index Diet, the Paleo or Caveman Diet, and the Gluten-Free Diet. Each advocating limiting starches and grains or outright taking them out of our diet, which mirrors what Dr. Akins was promoting. However, now there are claims of scientific evidence that may clear up just what the problem is with grains in our diets. Recently, I have been reading that the rice, corn, and wheat available to us today is not our grandmother's grains. They are being called super starches that are not super good for us. Dr. William Davis in his book, <i>Wheat Belly</i>, asserts, "Lose the wheat, lose the weight."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me . . . I'm just confused! I would really like to get it all sorted out
because there is most definitely something going on with the health, and
weight, of America and my gut tells me it all starts with our food. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's some places to go for more information:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.cbc.ca/q/blog/2013/02/07/are-wheat-free-diets-a-fad/" target="_blank">Are Wheat-free Diets A Fad?</a> (20 minute audio debate with Dr. Davis and Timothy Caulfield)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dr. Emily Deans - <a href="http://evolutionarypsychiatry.blogspot.com/2011/10/slam-dunked-and-wheat-belly.html" target="_blank">Evolutionary Psychiatry</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Melissa McEwen - <a href="http://huntgatherlove.com/content/wheat-belly" target="_blank">Hunt Gather Love</a> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Julie Jones - <a href="http://www.aaccnet.org/publications/plexus/cfw/pastissues/2012/OpenDocuments/CFW-57-4-0177.pdf" target="_blank">Analysis of Statements in<i> Wheat Belly</i></a> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Recently, my mother's neighbor called to share a letter written to "Dear Abby", which she had found in her local newspaper. As I live in another state, and had not seen it, she read it to me over the phone.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>DEAR ABBY: </i></b><i>My 87-year-old mother is
narcissistic, self-absorbed and extremely cruel. Her physician has consulted
with my sister and me and verified these challenging traits. When she says
something or acts out, she'll say, "I am who I am, so don't expect me to
change."</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>How can my sister and I deal with the needs of an elderly
parent who continues to verbally and emotionally mistreat us and others? My
sister is beginning to react in a defensive, angry manner (rightfully so), and
all I do is cry and feel guilty for wanting to get away from her.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>DEAR REACHED WIT'S END: </i></b><i>Because your mother
is behaving the way she always has, her unpleasantness can't be blamed on old
age. The next time she acts out and tells you, "I am who I am, so don't
expect me to change," respond by saying: "That's right. You are who you
are, but I don't have to subject myself to this. If it happens again, I'm out
of here." Then follow through.</i></span></span></div>
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consider hiring a social worker or licensed caregiver to see her needs are
attended to. That's not abandonment; it's self-defense.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The neighbor concluded by stating, “Sounds just like your
mother, doesn’t it?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Although my sisters and I didn’t write the letter, each of
us could have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The neighbor went on to
say that after months of trying to be helpful to my mother, she had decided to
take herself out of the picture, as she could no longer tolerate my mother’s
behavior.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My mother is 82 and a widow. My father passed away September
29<sup>th</sup>, 2012. Since the beginning of his illness, a year prior
to his passing, my mother has become increasingly demanding, self centered, and
even cruel. Yes, she always was, but somehow my father was able to keep her in
check. I often told him there would be a special place in heaven for him due to
his tolerance of her, to which he replied, “Oh, it’s not so bad.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But it was, it was horrible, to us and especially toward him. The older she got, the worse
it has gotten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always a manipulator, she loves to
play one daughter against the other. Unfortunately, too often we bought into
her tactics, each thinking it would give us a breathing space, a respite from
her caustic and punitive behavior.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the fall of 2001, I traveled with my parents for
two weeks to my father’s birthplace. He had not returned since his family had
moved “out west” when he was seven. Our plan was to see the area where his
great grandparents had settled in the early 1830s. We hoped to visit
cemeteries, homesteads, and libraries to do research for our growing family
genealogy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My mother was a huge millstone during the
trip. In hindsight, this should not have been surprising, as our focus was on
my father and his family – not her. Towards the end of the trip, once again, my
mother pushed the envelope and after so many days of superhuman patience, I lost
it. My defense was to tell her, among other things, how immature she was acting and then clam up and
“freeze her out”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Admittedly, not too
mature on my part, either! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A few days later she approached me with, “Can we call a
truce? Could we try to get along?” I responded, “Sure, Mom. I would like to get
along, but you make it so difficult. I think you would like it if I
just disappeared and never came back. But, I won’t do that as long as that old
man is alive. I will be back again and again. After he passes away, you will
never have to see me again.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Eleven years later he did just that and now he is free. Free of
the year long illness that was so painful. And, free of the person who caused years of physiological and
emotional pain. In being set free, he also set me free! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thank you, Dad! I love you and miss you! And, thank you Abby, from those of us who are subjected to a <i>"narcissistic, self-absorbed and extremely cruel" </i>parent. We appreciate your support when we find it necessary to opt out of the relationship.</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-31266441544274677112013-04-05T12:54:00.000-07:002013-04-05T12:56:01.081-07:00Entertainment<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Entertainment is the umbrella under which to post those things which my son finds entertaining. Most of his pastimes have followed him for many years, another is new within the last few weeks. We are always grateful for the new ones as over time the replaying of the old can grate on the nerves of old folks!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My son has Down syndrome. One of his characteristics is a fascination for movies, music, and movies with music! As a youngster he would only watch movies if they also had music. That wasn't a problem as many Disney movies also have a musical score. He also loved Barney and we have quite the collection of the big purple dino and his friendly vocal friends. Problem was, there were only parts of each movie that interested him. He would rewind and replay those segments over and over again - until in self defense the tape would "disappear" and much to his dismay another one would be substituted.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As he got older he became interested is slap stick comedy. We purchased many of the old sitcoms for him to enjoy. His favorites were Friends, I Love Lucy, Andy Griffith Show, and especially The Beverly Hillbillies. He spent many hours sitting with his "shotgun" in the old rocking chair watching Jed, Granny, Jethro, Ellie Mae, and Pearl. In fact, each of us in the family became one of those characters. He was Jed as he had the gun, Dad was Jethro as he's our driver, I ,of course, was Granny as I'm the cook, Daughter #1 was Ellie Mae as she has her rabbits, and Daughter #2 was Pearl as she loves to dress up. This phase lasted a good year and we were all ready to move on when his interest in all things hillbilly ended.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A few years ago I found the video tape of the Les Miserables 10th Anniversary Celebration. This interested me as my husband and I had seen the stage production done by the traveling troupe in the late 1980s. I brought it home thinking it would be fun to watch and relive the experience. Before we had the chance, my son took it to his room, and watching it, fell in love with the production. He now knows all the parts, sings along while mimicking the gestures of the actors, <span style="font-size: small;">all the while waving</span> homemade flag<span style="font-size: small;">s</span>. Then, last fall, we learned there was to be "The Movie - Les Miserables"! We all could hardly wait for Christmas Day as our entire family had tickets to attend the first showing at our local theater! Daughter #2 had cautioned that there would be no singing along with the film, and so he sat enthralled, giving me a thumbs up and big grin throughout! With the release of the film on DVD, he now has his own copy to go along with his 10th and 25th Anniversary Editions of the Musical Play.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Within the last couple of weeks we have been introduced to Duck Dynasty. Daughter #1 and her husband have been fans for the last year and my husband just recently learned of the show through a friend. In discussing the premise and characters, we concluded this might be something to check out on the internet. Many thanks to A & E for airing the weekly segments the day after they air on cable. My son is now hooked, asking far too often to use my computer for his viewing pleasure! Thankfully, with his birthday arriving this week, he now owns the first two seasons of DD and can watch them without competing with me for computer time!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And, although I am reluctant to share my computer, as the indulgent parent that I am, today I'm making a beard for him to wear while he watches the show! </span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-4371624975354343852013-04-04T16:12:00.001-07:002013-04-06T11:36:59.185-07:00Dad's Dishes<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dish - noun /dish/ <span class="ssens">a more or less concave vessel from which food is served. </span>First <span style="font-size: small;">k</span>nown <span style="font-size: small;">u</span>se<span style="font-size: small;"> -</span> before the 12th century.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not including my everyday set of dishes made by Corelle, I have two other sets that are "antiques" or "collectibles", depending on your definition. I guess technically my original Corelle set could be an antique - it was purchased in 1974 when I was setting up my first apartment. I sometimes see pieces like it while thrifting, although I'm guessing they won't be collectible!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I love my dish sets, not equally, but <span style="font-size: small;">they</span> each hold special meaning, because when I think of the dishes I think of my dad who actively collected them, and enjoyed every minute of the acquisition.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first set, </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">with </span>blue and white scenes from Currier and Ives prints,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> was <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">collected specifically for me</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">. </span></span>It</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">was produced by Royal China<span style="font-size: small;">,</span> and dat<span style="font-size: small;">es</span> from 1949. In 1948, Kennith Doyle, a former printer, revolutionized the pottery industry when he, after many years of research, invented an under glaze stamping machine. His invention allowed pottery to be under-glazed with colors in intricate decorations, automatically and directly onto the unglazed ware rather than on paper transfers. It was put to use in 1948 on the centuries old Blue Willow Pattern and then on other patterns such as the scenes of Currier and Ives.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Over many years my dad picked up individual pieces of the Currier and Ives, and sometimes entire sets, at yard sales and thrift stores. I have just about everything, including many serving pieces. I love this set for the different scenes depicted. For instance, all soup bowls have the scene “Early Winter”, all salad plates "The Birthplace of Washington”, all saucers “Low Water in the Mississippi”, all teacups “Star of the Road”, etc. The only exceptions are the pie bakers, which come with eight different images. Although the pieces all have different images, they all are part of the same pattern called “Currier and Ives”<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad would find something and give me a call. I would get on the internet and look it up and we would marvel at what a find it was and how he had "stolen" it! A few times I found a piece and the call would be <span style="font-size: small;">placed</span> to him with what a great find I had made! Later, my mother wanted her own blue and white set and he began collecting for her. That pattern, Fair Winds by Meakin, is in some ways much "prettier" than my Currier and Ives, but nothings can replace the joy I shared with my dad in the process of collecting my pattern.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The second set is one that I treasure for all the extra pieces that make it unique. It is the Autumn Leaf pattern made by the Hall China Company for The Jewel Tea Company. The original set was purchased by my parents from a woman I only remember as "Granny". She was a member of their fishing club and had purchased the pieces when they were new. My parents purchased her entire set for $100.00 when I was in my early twenties. They later went on to add many pieces to the set. Several years ago my mother decided not to keep<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>the "Jewel Tea" and wondered if I would list it for her on ebay. Aghast, I asked if I could have the set. That was fine by her and so a few boxes at a time the set came to live with me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I tend to use the Currier and Ives for meals when company is visiting. I love to see all the blue and white dishes combined with my cobalt blue glassware. The dishes are a sturdy <span style="font-size: small;">pottery</span> so I don't mind throwing them in the dishwasher after the meal. On the other hand, I only bring out the Jewel Tea for Thanksgiving. With the Autumn Leaf pattern it is perfect for this holiday. Additionally, the pieces are rather delicate and trimmed in gold - not a good combination for the dishwasher.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Growing up I wo<span style="font-size: small;">uld never have thought of my dad as a dish collecting man. He <span style="font-size: small;">did love antiques and "goin' junkin'<span style="font-size: small;">",</span> so in some ways it's not suprising<span style="font-size: small;">, just not what many would think of as a "man<span style="font-size: small;">ly<span style="font-size: small;">' <span style="font-size: small;">pastime</span>. But, I'm so grateful to have shar<span style="font-size: small;">ed</span> the collecting with him. Every meal I serve on these <span style="font-size: small;">dishes are meals I <span style="font-size: small;">s<span style="font-size: small;">erve</span> <span style="font-size: small;">with the memory of him! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.currierandivesdinnerware.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Currier and Ives </span></span></span>Collector"s </a><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.currierandivesdinnerware.com/" target="_blank">Club</a> has </span></span>more information on the Royal <span style="font-size: small;">China dinnerware pattern.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The <a href="http://www.nalcc.org/" target="_blank">National Autumn Leaf Collector's Club</a> has more information on the Autumn Leaf pattern <span style="font-size: small;">made for Jewel Tea <span style="font-size: small;">by the</span> Hall China Compan<span style="font-size: small;">y<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I love cowboys - and even cowgirls - although for different reasons. I'm a western kind of gal, in spirit as well as having been born and raised in the Southwest. Part of my growing up was done in a rural area and later during my teens we lived in the "big" city. At twenty-five I decided to move back to a rural lifestyle and now over three decades later I'm still living the country life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here in my local area, like most rural locations, cowboys rule! We have pickup trucks, cowboy hats, and Wrangler jeans. Every spring we "gather" up the calves born fall through winter to brand and castrate. Yep, just like in the olden western days! However, today's cowboys are just as likely to move the cattle with quads as on horseback, with the help of their ever present working dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My dear friends have their annual gathering in April, once warmer dry weather sets in. Family friends get a call with the date - usually a Sunday - and time, usually mid morning. Dan, the lead cowboy, goes out with his two working dogs, and whoever shows up early, and gathers the cows and their offspring to bring them into the arena.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then the trucks and trailers start arriving. Horses are unloaded and saddled up. Ropes are readied, the fire is hot with branding irons heated. The cowboys and girls start by separating the calves from their mamas. The result is quite noisy as the pairs pine for each other. Once the work is done they will be reunited.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The goal is to get each calf branded and wormed. The bull calves are also castrated. The cowboys and girls take turns roping (or trying to rope) the calves. The young ones are encouraged to try their hand right along with the older experienced ropers. There is an air of cooperation and camaraderie, everyone pitching in knowing their contribution is important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Once the work is done, and the calves are turned out with their mothers, the call comes that lunch is on. The hungry cowboys and girls head down to the ranch house knowing there will be a big spread to welcome them and thank them for their hard work. Although the menu varies from year to year, the one constant that has been served every year is Cowboy Cobbler. Although Shirley usually makes this from wild blackberries that were picked and frozen from the previous summer, she also does a delicious version using blueberries. A few years back she entered it into our local fair along with 30 other entries </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and won first place. Yes, it is that good!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Melt one stick butter in 9 x<span style="font-size: small;"> 9 pan</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">1 1/4 cup flour</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spring has sprung<span style="font-size: small;"> and<span style="font-size: small;"> our</span></span> Top Bar beehive is full of activity! We are pretty excited that our
colony survived its first winter here. A big shout out to Gary, a
local commercial beekeeper, for providing us with a healthy "wintered over swarm"
t<span style="font-size: small;">hat</span> we used to colonized our hive <span style="font-size: small;">last spring</span>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Currently, our fruit trees are putting on a major display of beautiful
blossoms to attract our thriving bee colony. Some trees, in fact, are past the
bloom stage and we can now see that adding the bees to our homestead has made a
major improvement in blossom set. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The first to bloom was our three-year-old almond tree. Almonds need bees or</span></span>
similar pollinators in order to set fruit. With no bees in our neighborhood
previous to this bloom, even though we've had plenty of blossoms, we got no
fruit. This year is a different story - a tree now covered in small would be
nuts!</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our almond tree with first year of nuts! Thanks bees!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Next to bloom was the wild plum at the rear of our property. We planted this
tree many years ago. One particularly harsh winter, the grafted portion was killed
by an extremely cold storm. Within a couple of years new growth came up from the
rootstock. The new growth blooms every year, yet we have never gotten any
fruit. This year the bees worked extremely hard on this tree and we are hopeful
that, unless it is a fruitless variety, the resulting fruit will be edible.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Currently two pears, a prune, and the Bing cherry tree are in bloom. The bees
are proving just a industrious on these trees as well. The apple trees and pie
cherry will follow, and if the weather cooperates, we may see
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">These two <span style="font-size: x-small;">Bing blossoms</span> look to be hanging </span>in there.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">However, it is not just the pollination of the fruit
trees that's stirred up excitement. A quick check inside the hive itself
revealed lots of honey leftover from the bee's winter stores. With the coming
of spring and the nectar now flowing again, that means we humans can safely
harvest the remaining honey as the bees now have a new source in which to make
more!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">When we decided to become beekeepers it was primarily for the pollination aspect. The whole honey and bee's wax was just a bonus. As I read and learned about bees and the impact on their numbers in recent years it became obvious that establishing hives by backyard beekeepers was an important step in bolstering the survival of the bee population.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also love bumble bees as they are pollinators, too!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Homesteaders, especially those following organic and permaculture practices, are in a position to manage our few hives without the use of herbicides and pesticides. Just leaving the honey and pollen the bees have gathered in their hives to winter them over is a huge step in keeping them healthy. Think about it, if the honey and pollen has health benefits for us as humans, it could be detrimental to our colonies to removed all their stores and substitute sugar water and concocted "protein" patties for their diet through the lean winter months! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Needless to say, I'm a delighted beekeeper! The bees are doing <span style="font-size: small;">all</span> I had hoped . . . and more. Welcome spring and another great nectar gathering season for our healthy and happy bee population!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">BTW, here's some RAW foot<span style="font-size: small;">age of our buzzy bees working! </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Note pollen stain around the hive opening<span style="font-size: small;">.)</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why too perfect? Well, bunnies are one of the symbols of spring and in addition, my oldest child and daughter just happens to raise and show rabbits. This combined with the fact that she and her husband were joining us on Easter Sunday gave me the PERFECT opportunity to make Bunny Buns! Yea for me!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Easter morning found me up, and with the help of my husband, in the kitchen busily making preparations for Easter breakfast. On the menu - deluxe scrambled eggs containing ham chunks, onions, and red bell peppers, all smothered with melted cheddar cheese; country fried potatoes; orange juice; hot coffee; and Angel Biscuits with butter - yes, in the shape of those cute Pinterest Bunny Buns.</span></span></div>
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<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount"></span><i><span class="name">2 packages (1/4 ounce <i>each</i>) active dry yeast</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1/4 cup </span><i><span class="name">warm water (110° - 115°)</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">2 cups </span><i><span class="name">warm buttermilk (110° - 115°)</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">5 cups </span><i><span class="name">all-purpose flour</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1/3 cup </span><i><span class="name">sugar</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">2 teaspoons </span><i><span class="name">salt</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">2 teaspoons </span><i><span class="name">baking powder</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1 teaspoon </span><i><span class="name">baking soda</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1 cup </span><i><span class="name">shortening</span></i></li>
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<li>In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water. Let stand 5 minutes. Stir in warm buttermilk; set aside.
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salt, baking powder and baking soda. Cut in shortening with a pastry
blender until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in yeast mixture.
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lightly 3-4 times. Roll out to 1/2-in. thickness; cut with a 2-1/2-in.
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Cover with kitchen towels and let rise in a warm place until doubled,
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<li> Bake at 450° for 8-10 minutes or until golden brown. Lightly brush tops with melted butter. Serve warm.<b> Yield: </b>2-1/2 dozen.</li>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When we all gathered at the table ready to enjoy the "fruit" of our morning labor, I dished up the eggs, and potatoes, poured the juice and coffee, AND revealed the Angel Biscuit Bunny Buns - - - -</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Drum Roll Please - - - - -</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">**I tried really really hard to find the originator of the Bunny Buns pin so I could give proper photo credit. After following many pinners and repins I have given up. I'm now thinking this was just a photoshop stunt to trick would-be bakers into thinking this would really work. Really?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Update - </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the comments Holly wrote: <br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>As
for the original photo, I believe this is a type of wagashi (Japanese
sweet) called manju, which is a pounded rice & buckwheat "cake"
wrapped around a bean paste center. <br /><br />This could be a special
sweet prepared for the autumn Tsukimi Festival, when people have moon
viewing parties under the full moon in August or September. The
Japanese associate rabbits with the full moon because the moon's shadowy
craters look like a rabbit pounding rice into mochi (the wrapping layer
of manju) to them.<br /><br />I couldn't find your exact photo, but here is one of usagi (rabbit) manju that looks pretty close. </i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm sayin' - nice work Holly! Now I feel so much better, but saddened that it won't work for regular Sunday biscuits! =) </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Linked to: <a href="http://farmlifeatitsbest.blogspot.com/2013/03/farm-fun-friday-kittens.html" target="_blank">Farm Fun Friday</a>, <a href="http://www.theselfsufficienthomeacre.com/2013/03/the-homeacre-hop-12-and-giveaway-winner.html" target="_blank">The Home Acre Hop</a></span>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507626957036044764.post-4095875734934440732013-03-12T12:10:00.001-07:002013-04-01T10:01:41.532-07:00A Father's Love, A Mother's Sacrifice - A Lesson in Preparediness<div id="be-doc-text">
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It's funny the stuff we keep. Year after year, as I purge and replace, somethings I hang on to and remain as symbols of what was once important and seemingly continue to be.<br />
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I tend to be one of those people who keep what to others may seem like meaningless things. A scrap of paper with an address and phone number, an old Greyhound bus ticket, the odd business card. While combing through my keepsakes, getting ready for another round of purging, I came across an old faded four-page dittoed story. From the title I must have received it in one of my college classes in the mid 1970s. Reading through it, a rush of the same emotion I felt back then floods over me. However, unlike previous years when taken out of the box, this time I went to the internet and typed in some keywords and amazingly found what Paul Harvey called, "The rest of the story."<br />
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But first, here's the portion I have kept with me move after move and year after year, for almost four decades.<br />
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In his room at Willamette Falls Community Hospital, Scott McIntire finished five colored-pencil drawings of his frostbitten toes. Soon after, parts of all ten toes were amputated. The drawings were emblems of loss, not only of his toes, but of innocence, an awareness gained at great cost that a man who has done nothing to deserve it, can be struck down, and that what we most cherish can turn against us.<br />
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Scott McIntire had married Diane Strom in May 1972. The wedding was held outdoors, in the Pittock Bird Sanctuary above downtown Portland, Oregon, because the couple shared a love of nature.<br />
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When Diane became pregnant, they attended natural-childbirth classes, and Scott was at Diane's side when Emily was born on June 15, 1973.<br />
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The first weekend in November, when Emily was 4 1/2 months old, Scott was planning to work at the advertising agency where he was art director. But when he heard on the Saturday morning news that Sunday would be stormy, and when he looked out the window and saw that it was fine and clear, he and Diane decided to head for the hills.<br />
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They thought of a place where neither had been, Bagby Hot Springs, about 50 miles southeast of Portland. The water bubbles out of the rock at 137* F., and a trough feeds it into cedar bath stalls with tubs hollowed from big logs. They planned to be back by nightfall.<br />
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Thinking that it might be cold, Scott wore a wool shirt and a wind-breaker. Diane put on a raincoat over her wool pants, sweater, and leather jacket. Emily was bundled into a fur-lined snowsuit. They took a camera, a blanket, a diaper bag, two pastrami sandwiches, an apple, and a Thermos of hot chocolate. Emily's diet was not problem; Diane was nursing her.<br />
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The family left Portland at 12:30 p.m. in their 1966 station wagon. Eight miles past the Ripplebrook ranger station, but still five miles from Bagby, the road was closed off, and a sign detoured them to the springs along a graveled service road.<br />
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Reaching Bagby, Scott parked the car, and they hiked a mile and a half uphill to the springs. It began to snow while they were bathing - - large soft flakes falling in unhurried silence. It seemed to Scott a comforting sight.<br />
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<i>On that same Saturday, Charles Mock, a 23-year-old Forest Service employee, decided to go elk hunting in an area about 45 miles north of Bagby</i> <i>in the Cascade Range. He packed some dried food, a sleeping bag, an aluminized space blanket, a tarp, an ax, a water bottle, a knife, matches and his rifle. He parked his pickup at the edge of Wahtum Lake and set out onto the forested slope. He was surprised when it began snowing in the afternoon, and immediately made camp.</i><br />
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By the time the McIntires were back at the parking lot, a foot of snow had fallen. "Let's get going," Scott told Diane. "I want to get past that detour before dark." Scott followed the tracks of a Volkswagen that had left a few minutes ahead of him. The detour sign was by this time covered with snow. Instead of the detour road that would have taken them to the ranger station, the VW, followed by Scott's station wagon, took a logging road that twisted through the forest for 20 miles.<br />
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The station wagon started skidding in the snow. Diane drove, and Scott spread the blanket under the rear wheels to give the car traction. It moved along by fits and starts. Scott placed the blanket, ran to catch up, then placed the blanket again. Eventually the car skidded into a ditch. It was now dark, and they realized they would have to spend the night.<br />
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Awaking on Sunday morning, they saw that the car was buried under snow. Sunday was Diane's birthday. She was 31 years old. They remarked, half laughing and half worried, that it was some way to spend a birthday. They discussed whether they should wait in the car to be rescued or hike out in the knee-high snow. Scott was convinced they could not be more than five miles from the ranger station. "We can make it with very little trouble," he told Diane. She agreed, and nursed Emily before leaving the car. Scott pushed through the snow, with Emily on his back. Diane followed.<br />
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They could not walk more than 50 feet without stopping to rest. At each turn of the winding road, they thought they would come within sight of the main road back to the ranger station, but instead saw another turn. About 10 a.m., after two hours of walking, they stopped and Diane nursed Emily. Diane ate snow. She felt it was the only way to keep up her production of milk. (One sure way to lose body heat is to eat snow. It takes as much heat to turn one ounce of snow into water as it does to heat an ounce of soup at room temperature to boiling.)<br />
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Scott and Diane walked two hours more, then stopped beside a tree, where Diane nursed Emily and ate more snow. She wanted to turn back. Scott was bent on reaching the ranger station. They had gone three miles, he claimed, and could have no more than two to go.<br />
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At about three that afternoon, they came to a fork in the road. Scott chose the downhill branch, but after 500 feet they were blocked by a snowbank. "We must have taken the wrong road," he told Diane. They headed back toward the fork, Diane now walking listlessly, her bare hands dragging. "Where are your gloves?" Scott asked. "I don't know," Diane replied.<br />
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It was getting dark. Off the road, Scott spotted a log lying across a dip in the slope. "Let's spend the night here," he said. He shoveled show out from under the log and they lay down under it with Emily between them. They took turns holding Emily. Diane nursed her. Scott fed snow to Diane. For the first time, they discussed the possibility that they might not survive. But Scott was still optimistic. Martha Forster, a friend who had given them directions to Bagby, knew where they were. There was probably a search party out looking for them already.<br />
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<i>When Charles Mock woke up on Sunday morning, his tarp was sagging under the weight of the snow. He broke camp, and it took him six hours to hike the four miles back to his pickup. Unable to move the truck, he spent the rest of the day building a shelter, packing the snow down, setting up his tarp and gathering firewood. "I got myself squared away," he recalls.</i><br />
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Monday morning found Scott and Diane so weak they could barely move. They sat under the log and looked out at the white sky and the falling snow. Emily, like an alarm clock, regulated their dozing. She would start crying, and they would wake and Diane would nurse her. "I can't feed her as much," Diane said. And she ate more snow.<br />
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On Monday morning at 9:30, Mrs. Gordon Strom, Diane's mother, called her younger daughter, Susan, in Portland. "I can't seem to reach Scott or Diane," she said. "Something's wrong." Susan was staying with Martha Forster, who had given Scott directions to Bagby. "I bet they got stuck up there," Susan said. "I'll call the forest rangers."<br />
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Susan called the Estacada Forest Service immediately. She was told a Sno-Cat was on its way to Bagby as several persons were missing. "We'll call you when we get a report," the Forest Service said.<br />
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At 3 p.m., the Forest Service called Susan and told her that the Sno-Cat had reached the Bagby parking lot, but that the McIntires' station wagon was not there. They advised her to call the Clackamas County sheriff's office. Susan talked to Sgt. Lloyd L. Ryan, who quickly organized a search party, using Ripplebrook ranger station as his base.<br />
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Sgt. Ryan called Susan back at 5 p.m. and told her they were going out that night with four Sno-Cats and ten snowmobiles. Ryan also contacted the Army National Guard in Salem, and Lt. Col. Gale Goying agreed to keep a Huey helicopter on standby, ready to fly as soon as the ceiling lifted.<br />
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<i>Charles Mock, warmed by the fire he kept going, was</i> <i>busy all day on Monday. He cleaned the snow from his truck, so it could be seen from the air, and laid out his space blanket for the same reason. He knew he was about 13 miles from the nearest town, and figured he could make it out on snowshoes. He cut four fir saplings, six feet long, and began squaring them up with his ax . . . </i><br />
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As the Monday hours slipped by, Scott and Diane took a hard look at their chances. "This is a crazy way for it to end," Diane said. Scott was increasingly alarmed by Diane's behavior. She no longer seemed to care about keeping herself warm. She became delirious, and snatched at Emily and Scott with stiff, bent fingers. When Scott tried to talk to her, she replied incoherently.<br />
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Scott awoke during the night. Diane lay with her eyes open. He felt for her pulse. There was none. He tried to close her eyes. They stayed open. Scott thought: "I've got to hold on. I've got to feed Emily." He melted snow in his mouth and fed Emily the water mouth-to-mouth. His feet felt like clubs. He tried not to think about Diane.<br />
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On Tuesday morning, the search continued. Volunteers, including two Explorer Scout units, came to the Ripplebrook ranger station and joined in the search. There were about a hundred persons involved. It was one of Oregon's biggest rescue operations in years. But they found nothing.<br />
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<i>Charles Mock worked on his snowshoes throughout Tuesday, cutting groves in the tips of the squared saplings and lashing the ends together with rope.</i><br />
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On Wednesday, it was warmer, the weather clearing. At 1:10 p.m. a private helicopter hired by Scott's boss took off from the ranger station; meanwhile, the National Guard sent its Huey to join the search. Soon the small helicopter radioed the Huey: "We've spotted a rectangular lump in the snow that looks like a car," and gave the map coordinates. The Huey found the spot and hovered close enough to verify that it was a car. Leading away from the car was a faint indentation in the snow that could have been a trail. The Huey followed the trail and came upon a log with an arm waving from under it.<br />
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Awakened by the sound of a helicopter, Scott began waving frantically. He struggled out from under the log, and by then several men were running toward him. "I'm Scott McIntire," he said. "My wife has been dead for two days. The baby is alive."<br />
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"We've been looking for you, " Sargent Ryan said.<br />
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Scott entered the emergency room of the Willamette Falls Community Hospital at 3:40 p.m. His temperature was 94 degrees, and he was suffering from severe frostbite. Emily was in fine shape; all she had was a diaper rash. Had she been old enough to thaw out her own snow, doctors said, she probably would not have survived. Diane had died, Scott was informed, chiefly because she had eaten snow to nurse her baby. It was only the worst of several mistakes they had made.<br />
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<i>On Wednesday morning, Charles Mock finished his snowshoes, cooked and ate what remained of his food, and started out. He was able to make about one mile an hour, and by dark had reached his first road junction. He walked six more miles before coming to the first house in the village of Dee Flat. It was 1 a.m. on Thursday. He called the Hood River sheriff's office and was taken home.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A father's love: after two decades, a daughter pays tribute to her hero.</span></h1>
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Article from:
Family Circle
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| <span id="authorSpan">Bacher, Renee</span>
| <span id="bylinecopyshown">COPYRIGHT 1993 Meredith Corporation </span>
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One day last June, Emily McIntire, 21, made a
speech at her father's wedding. The heat that day was oppressive, and
as Emily spoke, rain began to fall on the yellow-and-white-striped
outdoor tent. Emily raised her voice above the sound of the rain as she
matter-of-factly described her father, Scott. She said he was kind,
sweet and sensitive, and her voice broke when she called him "an
incredible man." It was a small wedding, though, and everyone there
knew what she meant. They knew that Scott had raised Emily alone from
the time she was 4 1/2 months old. They knew that this father and
daughter shared a special bond, one that had blossomed from a tragic
loss. <br />
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More than two decades earlier, Scott, 28, and his wife -
Emily's mother, Diane, 31 - had taken a Saturday drive from their home
in Portland to Bagby Hot Springs in Oregon's Mount Hood National
Forest. The November air was crisp and the sky was overcast that day, so
the couple enjoyed the steaming water in the hot springs. "We noticed
it had started to snow," says Scott, "but we didn't think too much of
it. There were about 20 other people there. We stayed another hour
before deciding to leave."<br />
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By the time the McIntires had hiked
the mile and a half back to the parking lot, with Emily snug in her
baby backpack, several inches of snow had accumulated. Still, the
conditions did not seem serious, so Scott and Diane ate their pastrami
sandwiches and shared a thermos of hot chocolate before pushing off.
Scott started his Chevy station wagon and followed the tire tracks of a
Volkswagen that had left moments earlier. But both the Volkswagen
driver and Scott missed a cardboard detour sign, which had gotten wet
and fallen from its post into the snow. Although Scott thought they
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Scott McIntire began showing his artwork in<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;"></span></span>1974 and taught at <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Pacific Northwest College of Art, Portland from 1978 through 1983. He is now a fine art professional and painter in the greater New Yor<span style="font-size: small;">k</span> City area where his artwork is displayed in the Peter Marcelle Gallery, Gerald Peters Gallery, and the Art Sites Gallery. H<span style="font-size: small;">is</span> website - www.scottmcintire.com</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Photo: Long Island Post Magazine - Artist VIP 2011, Scott McIntire </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One of my 13 Skills for 2013 is Composting. I have divided my goal into two parts. One is to construct a vermicomposting (worm) bin for indoor use and the other is to devise a system for handling a large volume of composting materials outdoors. My time frame - doing the indoor bin first during the cold winter weather - to be completed by the end of January and the outdoor composting system to be completed in May.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Why compost? For us there are three basic reasons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">First, I'm pretty attached to the Reduce/Reuse/Recycle mentality. To me it just makes sense, that and the fact we live in rural California and here it's just what we do. Besides that, for many years we hauled our own trash/garbage to the dump, as it was called then, now it is the "transfer station". Not wanting to go there every week, we devised a system where we consciously handled our waste in a manner that limited our need to make a weekly trip. Composting our kitchen and yard waste was a big part of that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Second, we garden, and it just seems natural to take kitchen and yard waste and turn it into compost. It seems pretty ridiculous to me to send it off the property just to turn around and buy it in nicely sanitized bags.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Third, I guess I just love doing projects! =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Even though we have been "handling" our kitchen waste for years, our system was pretty haphazard. I decided this year to attend our Master Gardener's Composting Class to pick up some ideas that would help us do it more efficiently and hopefully with better and faster results. It was there that I was introduced to the concept of worm bin composting. Why I was unaware of this, I have no idea!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The vermicomposting idea clicked with me from the first. Maybe it was my innate desire to "figure things out". Or, that I needed to add another project, whatever, I really wanted a worm bin in my kitchen. Once back home, I did internet searches on worm bins, visited many blogs and websites, and watched tons of Youtube videos, then settled on the <a href="http://www.theurgetopreserve.com/2012/12/worms-and-stuff.html" target="_blank">flow through system</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had the need, desire, and a decision on a system. I gathered up the parts, purchased the worms and the remaining supplies, and procrastinated. Finally, at the beginning of February I actually made the bin. Here's the process!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Materials and tools:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Drill with spade bit - to make holes for PVC pipes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Saw - to cut pipes and to make bottom door.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tape measure - to determine placement of PVC holes and door.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pencil/pen - to draw/mark bin </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Utility knife - to make starter hole for door.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Piece of 2x4 wood - to back up bin when drilling</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kitchen Waste Can with lid - 13 to 17 gallons </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Coconut Coir - for worm bedding, purchased at Petco</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Coffee grounds - used for bedding </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Newspaper - for worm bedding</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cardboard - to place on top of PVC to hold bedding</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Plain paper - to make door pattern (if necessary) and shape of cardboard for interior of bin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spray bottle w/water - to moisten newspaper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cornmeal - for first feeding</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">7/8 Spade bit to make holes.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My spade bit was sized for the outside dimention of my PVC pipe. It
made a hole a tad bit bigger than the pipe, but not enough to be a
concern. My bin has three pipes, each about 2 inches apart and 2 inches
from each side. The original had the pipes going from front to
back, I decided I wanted mine going from side to side for a "cleaner"
look. The bottom door on the original was cut to open right to left and I
decided that since my bin had an arched indent design three quarters of
the way up the front I would follow through with that look and make my
arched door open from top to bottom.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Coconut Coir for bedding.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">First step was to open the coconut coir and put it into a large container and add water to hydrate it as I purchased it in brick form. Rehydrated it made about 8 quarts. Be sure to do this in a big enough container. My first container was too small and so I had to move to a 3 gallon container to finish the project. I used warm to hot water and it rehydrated rather rapidly. Don't use too much water or your coir will end up too wet. It should only have enough water that when squeezed tightly a few drops come out. I LOVE this stuff. Although it is generally used for reptiles, I'm now also using it to start seedlings as it is sterile and therefore safe for that use.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Next, I moved on to measuring the bin and planning for placement of the
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pipes/holes and the bottom door. The original bin was white and 13 gallons. Mine is 17 gallons, with a height of 22 inches and black. Black is supposed to be better from the worms as they like it dark. Worms generally live in about the top six inches of
bedding. I calculated that the bottom clean-out area should be about 8
inches to accommodate my hand and a tool to remove the worm castings.
There should be a "head space" above the worm bedding of about 5 inches
to allow placement of materials to keep the bin moist, to dig into the
medium for food placement, to add bedding as needed, etc. That
leaves 8 inches for bedding and worms. With that in mind I marked the
door opening at 7 1/2 inches - 1/2 inch below the bottom of the PVC
pipes. I measured the bin up from the bottom of the bin 8 inches and
centered the first hole. Then I measured from that hole 2 inches and
marked both additional holes on either side. With the bin marked I
started the process to cut the door and drill the holes for the PVC
pipes. I used the paper to trace the decorative front and used that to mark my bottom door. I started the door using the utility knife to make a slit. From
the slit I used the saw to complete the cut. To drill the six marked
holes, I held the board on the inside and drilled the holes from the
outside. Go SLOW and hold the bit straight otherwise it drills too much
on one side of the hole and doesn't make a nice cut. Use the utility
knife to clean up any unsightly material left behind. Slide the PVC pipe through each set of holes in turn and measure the length needed. The
pipes should extend up to about 2 inches beyond the sides of the bin as
in time the bin will bow out with the pressure of the material
inside. With the correct measurement cut the pipes and then slide into the bin. I didn't use any adhesive between the bin and the pipes as mine fit rather well. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cardboard seated on PVC pipes.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I used a piece of paper to make a rough imprint of the interior shape of the bin by pressing and folding it inside on the pipes. I traced that onto the cardboard to cut out. Not a perfect match, but pretty darn close! Placed inside the bin it holds the initial bedding material. In time the worms will eat through the cardboard and then their castings will be available for removal out the bottom door. Don't moisten the cardboard. It will get wet in time and so doesn't need it now. If you feed your worms correctly you shouldn't have moisture collect in the bottom of your bin - that is a signal that you are doing something right - or wrong with your feedings!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Add newspaper and then moisten.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Add coconut coir on damp paper.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now your newspaper can go on top of the cardboard. Shred the newspaper by stripping it from the top of the paper along the fold down. It should tear pretty straight. You can also use paper that has been through a shredder. Once in your bin spay it with water from your spray bottle to moisten it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Give your coir one last squeeze test as it may have continued to absorb water while you were constructing the
bin. If it is dry you can add more water and stir it up. I then mixed
mine up with some saved up coffee grounds, about 1/4 as much as the
coconut coir. When it is mixed, put it on top of the newspaper. If
everything looks good your bedding is ready for the worms! Get your
worms out of their container. I actually purchased mine from the fishing department at Kmart in five small
containers, 50 to a container, 250 worms total. I laid them right on top
of the bedding and kind of covered them up with the bedding. You can
just put them on top, they will find their way down.</span><br />
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some cornmeal over the top for their first meal in the bin. Now, cover everything with shredded newspaper that you dampen down
well or several sheets of newspaper that you soaked first. This will
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Congratulations, if you have followed along, you now own a flow through worm bin!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">New waste bin $12.00</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Coconut coir 4.00</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Worms (50/.99) 5.00 </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cardboard 0</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Total Cost $21.00 <u><br /></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you buy your Red Wigglers as "composting worms" they will be quite a bit more. My local Kmart fishing department sells the same worms as I would by at the nursery. I know this because I talked to the distributor who sells to both! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I didn't drill any holes along the top of the bin or
in the lid of the bin as some people do. My bin has a swinging type lid
that I keep cocked open. It gets plenty of air flow. I keep the bottom
door open so there is airflow coming from the bottom also. I checked the
cardboard today and it is pretty damp, but still there. </span><br />
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layer of wet newspaper every couple of days to make sure it doesn't dry
out and moisten it if needed. It has been three weeks and everything
still looks good!</span><br />
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daughter and I have done fiber arts - she's a weaver and we both crochet. We both have done some sewing and I occasionally do some spinning. One of <span style="font-size: small;">my <a href="http://www.theurgetopreserve.com/p/13-skills.html" target="_blank">13 S<span style="font-size: small;">kill<span style="font-size: small;">s </span></span></a></span><a href="http://www.theurgetopreserve.com/p/13-skills.html" target="_blank">goals</a> for this year is to set up part of our large outbuilding as a "studio" to do fiber arts and my other crafts as </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;">where to do <span style="font-size: small;">it</span> in the house</span></span> has always been a problem. When I get going on a project, I want to leave it out until I finish it, and not having a dedicated place leaves us living around it until it's completed. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;">Currently, I have all my yarn, raw wool, fabric and some of my equipment stored in the outbuilding. When spring finally rolls around I plan to move the knitting machines, large Tri Loom as well as all the smaller looms, the two spinning wheels, the large standing quilting hoop and smaller standing quilting frames, </span><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"><span class="userContent">my sewing machine, and </span>all the jewelry making <span style="font-size: small;">parts and pieces</span> and set up the building. It amazes me when I think of all the equipment I currently have stashed away in closets and under beds.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">It m<span style="font-size: small;">ust</span> seem like I have a lot invested in my stash of stuff, but </span>I collected all of the pieces years ago.</span> I had this thought that it would be good to start gathering as I found the different pieces while thrifting and at yard sales. As time has passed I've gotten the feeling all this equipment and the knowledge to go with it will come in handy.And even so, in the future I have plans to spend so<span style="font-size: small;">me <span style="font-size: small;">"quality time" with my grandchildren<span style="font-size: small;">. (Wink, wi<span style="font-size: small;">nk!)</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"><span class="userContent">At one time, I was the fiber arts leader for our local Junior Grange and 4-H clubs. </span></span><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I have always felt passing along this
knowledge was important. It was so satisfying to teach children how
to crochet, watching them struggling at first, then "getting it", and finally their
pride in finishing a project. </span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you enjoy this peek at a few of the projects #2 daughter and I have done. I also hope you have a fiber arts craft you enjoy, and that you have the inclination to pass it along to a young person. It would seem so sad if one day these "fiber arts" become "lost arts". </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="userContent" style="font-size: small;">Stay tuned <span style="font-size: small;">for the</span> photos to come of the "studio" when it is a reality! Until then, here are a few projects my daughter and I have created.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the Christening <span style="font-size: small;">Gown</span> my daughter made her last year in high
school. It was her final fiber arts project after entering many
crocheted pieces over the years at our county fair. She wanted it to
look vintage and so she chose "antiqued" fabric and trims. The buttons
are real vintage mother of pearl. It is a work of art - and one of the first
sewing pieces she ever attempted! It hangs in a wardrobe bag in the
spare room waiting for the first grandchild to <span style="font-size: small;">wear</span> it!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is a cheat quilt project I did! I love pieced quilts, but have never attempted one. I kept seeing "made in china" pieced pillow shams while thrifting and a use popped into my head. This particular pattern had four shams, each was a dollar. I took the four and made them into one throw. I sewed the top sham pieces together by machine, but the back was all done by hand. It was a fun project, and some day I will really do a pieced quilt just so I can say I did!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I mentioned that my daughter is a weaver. She and my hubby actually made a Tri Loom for her to weave on. This jacket was one of her first projects and it turned out so beautifully. A Tri Loom is an interesting way to create woven fabric<span style="font-size: small;"> as i</span>t uses the continuous weaving technique. The pieces made on this loom are - surprise - triangular in shape and are mostly used as shawls. We found a <a href="http://www.hillcreekfiberstudio.com/TriloomJackets2.html" target="_blank">pattern for this jacket</a> <span style="font-size: small;">by Carol Leigh called "Celtic Mist"</span>, altered it a bit, and it turned out so snug and warm. The front fastener is one from my stash that I had gotten many years ago and is just perfect. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's another jacket my daughter made from woven pieces off her Tri Loom. This loom was designed to be adjustable so she is able to create just the size woven piece she needs. This jacket was made of several small triangles all sewn together. She used t<span style="font-size: small;">hree</span> different colors of yarn so the triangles would be obvious. The jacket edges were all crocheted and wooden buttons added to finish the piece off.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">These next three pieces are ones I created from crochet patterns I found in books. My mother taught me to crochet when I was a teenager. She mostly made colorful granny squares trimmed in black and sewn together. She did make several vests for my sisters and me as that was a popular garment among the teenaged girls. My first crocheted projects were all single color pieces, mostly in ecru. I did a big <span style="font-size: small;">"throw"</span> in the months leading up to my marriage. It was multiple strands in fall colors, and to be honest, was quite awful! But, I worked on it quite diligently in the break lounge at the school where I taught. Early in my marriage I made my husband a big ecru <span style="font-size: small;">afghan</span> in a fisherman's pattern. We still have it and it turned out so nicely my best friend asked me to make her one. I also did one for my mother. Honestly, I have given away more pieces than I have kept. I think that is true for most of us. The piece pictured here is out of a book of romantic patterns. Usually, I only find one or two patterns per book that appeal to me. I liked all the patterns in this particular book!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I mentioned that I love pieced quilts, and not believing I have the patience, or heart, to cut up the fabric only to sew it all back together, I've found patterns that simulate traditional quilt blocks, only they're crocheted. This wonderful crochet throw is <span style="font-size: small;">patterned</span> after the Dresden Plate blocks. It was simple to make and I really love how it turned out! It hangs over the back of my antique rocking chair that my father restored and gave to me - a sentimental way to display it!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is perhaps the piece I am most proud. I don't know about you, but I connect each piece with the events going on in my life when I created them. This one takes me back to the days of George and Ruth and a hot summer! I was trying to finish up as I had entered it in our county fair. I don't usually crochet big projects like this in the summer as it is just too dang hot to hold in my lap. I thought this one would be okay as it was a series of blocks that were pretty small - that is until I sewed them together. I was at George and Ruth's house with each block spread out on their floor when knowing I was up against a deadline George cried out, "Ruth, isn't there something you can do to help her?" I did get finished in time and it was the big winner at our county fair that year and went on to place second at the California State Fair the following year!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks so much for making it this far. Kind of like suffering through someone else's vacation photos! Feel free to skip on over to my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheUrgeToPreserve?ref=hl" target="_blank">Facebook page</a> and post a picture of a craft project that you'd like to share. Be sure to tell the story that goes with it! I have an album I'll put it in for all to enjoy!</span></span><br />
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