My mother made noodles frequently but seldom took the time to let them dry completely. I loved those chewy noodles. My problem in making noodles was getting them thin enough. Fortunately, Kitchen Aid makes a wonderful attachment that rolls the dough thin and then another attachment cuts it uni formally. It’s great! During times of stress, a nice bowl of pasta and a glass of wine are very comforting.
A bowl of 4000 year old noodles was found in China that was made from millet. Noodles have been made from rice, semolina, potato starch and wheat. Many cultures share the love of noodles. Romans used to fry their noodles and cover them with a fish sauce and the Chinese boiled their noodles which were made from ground wheat and water. The Europeans added egg and created egg noodles. The most interesting noodle I read about is the Japanese Shirataki noodle. It is made from the konjac yam also called elephant yam. It didn’t sound very appetizing to me.
There is much discussion on who was first to make noodles. It is believed that the Arabs brought them to Italy, but it appears China was also making them. All the countries who enjoy noodles have their own traditional dishes and I would be willing to try almost all of them.
Years ago I went to Germany as a teacher chaperon and stayed with a family for a week in Dresden. The first meal was spaghetti with tomato sauce. That was a surprise. I don’t know why Spatzle (a German egg noodle) wasn’t served instead. Another surprise was sauerkraut was not served with their bratwursts. In fact, my host was surprised to hear that I ate my brat with kraut. Travel is very enlightening!
I ‘m suggesting if you are feeling a little blue, ( a favorite saying of my grandmother) make some noodles! Egg, flour and a little milk. Let the dough rest for 20 minutes and roll it out. Easy and fun. A bowl of pasta can brighten any day!
A black activist made news saying statues of white Jesus and Mary must come down because they represent white supremacy. It reminded me of the houses of worship being destroyed in Russia and priests being arrested when the Communists took over. Then there was Hitler who hung the Nazi flag in all the churches and arrested all pastors and priests who opposed him. I ask, is this the transformation of America? Do Christians have an evil history that requires our church to be destroyed?
No one can deny that members of the Christian faith used the Bible to support slavery. God has been used as an excuse to do terrible things throughout history. But why not examine the reason slavery ended in America? Christian abolitionists along with members of the Jewish faith ran the underground railroad and freed an estimated 100,000 slaves. They spoke out against slavery, wrote against slavery and campaigned against it. These people were beaten, arrested, and killed for their beliefs and using their first amendment right called freedom of speech.
Christians opposed the expansion of slave states and worked tirelessly to educate people on the evils of slavery. I believe without their relentless push to end slavery the practice of slavery would have continued. Maybe the Civil War would not have even been fought without these faithful people.
Instead of condemning white Christians and telling us we represent white supremacy, why not celebrate the Christians who fought for Civil Rights in America? I choose to look at the shining examples of my faith who worked to end slavery and also walked with Reverend King to change racists laws. As Doctor King said in his I Have a Dream Speech, he wanted his children to live in a nation where people were judged by the content of their character. When examining history, I hope people will not omit the contributions of Christians in the fight for equality.
These are two examples of lawn art in my yard. The kitty could use a fresh coat of paint, but he’s still cute. A few pieces placed among the flowers makes the yard fun. They are also good spots to leave clues for the grandkids’ treasure hunts. Of course if the clue mentions a mushroom, they have a problem because there are two in my yard.
I certainly don’t need any more items, but my husband would disagree. I know it’s unusual for the wife to tell the husband no, but that’s how it is. I do love looking and admiring the pieces. So much talent is on display at the art festivals. Pottery, glass, leather, weavings and metal are amazing creations to admire and buy.
The first art festivals were music festivals and they date back to the early 1700s in England. Athens, Greece held the first drama festival in 543 BC. Playwrights and poets competed to have their work performed. Auditoriums were created by cutting into the hillsides and 10,000 to 20,000 people could be seated.
Like most people, I love summer and this one is unlike any I have experienced. There are no outdoor concerts and no arts festivals. When they return next summer, I anticipate large crowds in attendance. I think it’s true that we don’t appreciate something until it’s gone.
When I was little, people did not treat their lawns. They simply mowed their grass with a push lawn mower. I had three pairs of shoes. School shoes, church shoes, and tennis shoes. Summer meant no shoes. That’s where the trouble lay.
We had clover in our grass and bees love clover. I got this photo at the park which doesn’t use chemicals. Almost every summer I’d step on a bee. We played a lot of badminton and watching out for bees wasn’t on my mind until I stepped on one. I still remember the swelling but the itching was worse.
My uncle was a beekeeper. He and my aunt would put bees on their hands to get stung. This is how they treated their arthritis. One of honey’s attributes is that it reduces inflammation. My aunt substituted sugar with honey in almost all recipes. She was a nutritionist and taught home economics at the local high school. I hated her chocolate syrup but everything else was good.
My mother gave us tea with honey to soothe a sore throat and to quiet a cough. I read one could put honey on a burn for healing because honey has antibacterial property. Honey helps release oxygen from the burn and that is what promotes the healing.
My lawn doesn’t have clover and I have reduced my barefoot time. It was never the honey bees’ fault because they just want pollen. Honey is now one of my favorite words because I use it when speaking to my husband. He is the best honey!
I love Halloween, but I’m not a fan of masks. I find them scary. I didn’t even like the Lone Ranger or Zorro because they wore masks. However, I do find them interesting.
The oldest mask that has been found is from 7000 BC, but since masks were made from wood and leather it is believed they date back even farther. Most people know that Halloween came to America with the Irish. The pagan custom of wearing masks to ward off evil spirits came with them. I don’t know about evil spirits, but they certainly scare people.
During the 1918 flu epidemic masks were made from gauze in an attempt to protect people from the deadly flu. It wasn’t very effective. Today people are wearing masks in protection against the coronavirus and people have gotten quite creative with them. If this continues, I have the perfect Halloween material for a mask!
Masks for theater, meditation, funerals, and worship are all reasons to wear a mask. I learned that creating a mask with a large forehead meant wisdom and a mask with the eyes closed represented tranquility. The Romans and the Greeks were the first to wear masks for the theater and their masks were quite elaborate. I wonder if much character development was required when a mask said it all.
All cultures appear to have used masks to connect with an ancestor or the gods. Masks were made to represent ancestors to honor them and to receive a blessing from them. Perhaps insight into a problem? In worship, the masks were worn to honor a god or in fear.
I see masks worn on a daily basis and none are scary. I miss seeing people’s faces. I now see smiles in people’s eyes. I’ll send you all a smile without a mask. They’re the best kind!
White flowers have many meanings. Purity, innocence, reverence and bereavement.
People are suffering. They are angry, sad and hopeless. I grew up hearing, this too shall pass. Of course my response was, when? The unending reports of coronavirus have worn me out, and I’m sure I’m not alone. Now we have the tragic death of George Floyd. When will it end?
I have been included in a discussion of the latest tragic events and I must say I feel like I’m a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. I believe all the deaths and injuries that have resulted from the actions of a police officer (and those who watched) are to be mourned. We all saw what occurred, and we all were outraged. I have been surprised to hear that people don’t feel the loss of a police officer’s life is as tragic as the loss of George Floyd. Why? Aren’t we all created by God and loved the same? Isn’t every life precious in the eyes of God?
I will always remember one episode of Little House on the Prairie. Mrs. Olson, an opinionated woman, was walking with a little blind boy who was African American and an orphan. She told him people wouldn’t want to adopt him because he was black. He questioned what that meant and she tried to explain skin color which of course was lost on a blind child. I remember he said, but I don’t seecolor. I only seedarkness. Why do we continue to see color? People should be just as outraged if George Floyd had been white. Color should not matter.
I was at Ohio State in the 1960’s and experienced the tear gas and the demonstrations. I had hoped that was all behind us. Voices were heard and laws were passed to address inequities, but laws don’t change people’s hearts. I weep for Mr. Floyd and for all the other victims of this terrible unrest. I will continue to pray for our leaders and for all those who have suffered. These white bleeding hearts are my tribute to those lost and loved.
I find God in nature and it’s a good thing because I can’t find him in church. As a little girl I would sing the songs I had learned in church while swinging. My mom said I was paving my way to heaven and entertaining the neighbors! I still remember thinking if my feet weren’t on the ground, then I could touch heaven.
Today I can go to a restaurant (indoors) and sit at a table that is six feet away from others and dine with up to ten people. On June 1, I can attend a wedding reception of up to 300 people, sit at a table six feet away from others and dine with ten people. However, I can’t go to a church service on Sunday. Maybe if we had tables instead of pews it would be approved?
I know pastors feel responsible for their flock, but if I can go to a restaurant without a mask, I certainly can sit in church with a mask and not be six feet apart! Perhaps three feet? Live streaming church services just isn’t the same.
If Satan exists, he must really be enjoying this. Houses of worships with so many restrictions I wonder if anyone will come when the doors open. I know that Satan is described as the Deceiver, and I’m beginning to feel deceived. My garden is a lovely place to worship and it will continue to be my house of worship.
May used to mean my eighth graders would present their Eighth Grade Project to the class and their parents. I loved doing this, and most of them did too. The hardest part of the project was deciding what to research. The instructions were to research something they were interested in, and I learned there wasn’t much. After the first two years I eliminated sports as a possible topic and changed the instructions to something they didn’t already know about, and would like to learn about. This made it tougher.
Students had to write a paper, teach the class for five minutes, and have two visual aids. This sounds challenging, but they were ready and did well. We heard about historical events, artists, professions, and a lot about food. Once they learned they could bring food in, it became a popular topic. I particularly remember the dishes a Somalian student prepared. The girl’s mother was there and was so proud! I don’t remember any of the names of the dishes but there was ground beef, vegetables, and sweets made with honey. Another favorite topic was ice cream. I will do a blog on ice cream because the history is interesting.
I have fond memories of those wonderful presentations but not about the snake. The student researched boa constrictors, and to my surprise her father brought in the snake for her presentation. That became another topic for elimination!
An observant English doctor, Edward Jenner, noticed that the young girls who milked the cows did not get smallpox if they had previously had cowpox. That led him to using the live cowpox virus to inoculate against smallpox. That was used until the 19th century when a modern vaccine was found. A global campaign against smallpox lasted from 1958 to 1977. Smallpox has now been eradicated, but the scars on many of our arms still exist. I remember my mother had a huge scar, but mine has almost disappeared.
Smallpox existed for centuries. I read that during the Ming Dynasty in China (1567-1572) scabs from the smallpox were dried and ground into power. People would then inhale the powder and develop a mild case of smallpox. Sounds gross, but apparently it worked. The 1700s brought a new type of inoculation or variolation. That is a new word for me! Pus from a smallpox patient was placed in a healthy person where an incision had been made. It was then wrapped for eight days. The person being inoculated would get a mild case of smallpox. It didn’t always work, and some got very sick and died.
I barely remember my smallpox vaccine, but I do remember my polio vaccine. I was in elementary school and all children were lined up and we received our shots. Later oral polio vaccine was given, but is no longer given in the United States.
Today scientists are working on a coronavirus vaccine. I join everyone in praying for this. When (not if) we get one, I wonder how many people will get it? Less than half of Americans get a flu shot each year.
A daughter’s tribute became a national observance.
Anna Jarvis felt that mothers should have one day where they were honored. She felt passionate about this after watching her mother serve others. Her mother, Ann, was a pacifist who cared for both Confederate and Yankee soldiers during the war. After that she created mother’s clubs to address public health issues. She sounds like a remarkable woman who must have been an inspiration to many. The states observed Mother’s Day before it became a national holiday as a result of Anna Jarvis’s efforts. West Virginia was the first, and is proud to have the International Mother’s Day Shrine. I never knew there was such a thing! In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made it an official holiday. Congress had rejected the idea in 1908.
I have many memories of Mother’s Day with my mother and grandmother. Now I’m a mother and grandmother! My mother drove me crazy at times, and I’m sure I have done the same to my children, but isn’t that part of the fun? I always said I wasn’t going to be like my mother, but of course I found myself doing many things and saying things that she did. I guess it can’t be helped.
Hallmark got into the holiday by 1920 and it made Anna Jarvis angry. She said it wasn’t a holiday for companies to make money and she protested against candy and card makers. Really? I for one love to receive cards and chocolate. My favorite gift is flowers as my family knows.
I hope all you mothers are enjoying your day and are hearing from your children. Anna Jarvis never married nor had children. If she did, I wonder if she would have appreciated a Mother’s Day card. She died in 1948.