Sunday, May 29, 2011

Moina Michael - The founder of the memorial poppy

Miss Moina Michael is credited as the founder of the memorial poppy movement in the United States.  As a volunteer for the YMCA"s Overseas War Workers she hoped to be sent overseas.  But she was barred from doing so because of her age (49 years).  Instead the University of Georgia professor was given a job with the Overseas YMCA War Worker's training headquartes in New York City, NY.


The idea for the poppy movement came to her as she read  "We Shall Not Sleep" (later named "In Flanders Fields") by the Canadian Army doctor John McCrae.  The last verse - "To you from failing hands we throw the Torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders Fields." so deeply affected Michaels that she wrote of it in her book 'The Miracle Flower'   In it she described the experience as deeply spiritual, and she felt as though she was actually being called in person by the voices which had been silenced by death.


  According the the cal-mum web site,    "On the morning of Saturday 9 November 1918 three men from the Twenty-fifth Conference of the YMCA Overseas Secretaries appeared at Moina Michael's desk. On behalf of the delegates they asked her to accept a check for $10 in appreciation of her efforts to brighten up the headquarters with flowers."


   "She was touched by the gesture and replied that she would buy twenty-five red poppies with the money. She showed them the illustration for John McCrae's poem "In Flanders Fields" in the Ladies Journal, together with her poem "We Shall Keep the Faith", which she had written in reply. The delegates took both poems back into the Conference."


   "After searching the shops for some time that day Moina found one large and twenty-four small artificial red silk poppies in Wanamaker's store. When she returned to duty at the YMCA Headquarters later that evening delegates from the Conference crowded round her asking for poppies to wear. Keeping one poppy for her coat collar she gave out the rest of the poppies to the enthusiastic delegates."


   "According to Moina, since this was the first group-effort asking for poppies to wear in memory of "all who died in Flanders Fields", and since this group had given her the money with which to buy them, she considered that she had consummated the first sale of the Flanders Fields Memorial Poppy on 9 November 1918."


   "During the winter of 1918 Moina Michael continued working for the Staff of the Overseas YMCA Secretaries. She visited wounded and sick men from Georgia who were in nine of the debarkation hospitals in and around New York City, to find what could be done for them other than what the hospitals were doing."


  " By March 1919 she had moved back to Georgia to take up her place at the University of Georgia. With the return of thousands of ex-servicemen from that time Moina realized that there was not only a need to honor the memory of those who had died in the service of their country, but also a need to remember that those who were returning also had mental, physical and spiritual needs."


   "During the summer months of 1919 Moina taught a class of disabled servicemen, there being several hundred in rehabilitation at the University of Georgia. Learning about their needs at first hand gave her the impetus to widen the scope of the Poppy idea, to develop it so that it could be used to help all servicemen who needed help for themselves and for their dependents."


  " In September 1921 delegates at the Auxiliary to the American Legion Convention agreed that disabled American war veterans could make the poppies sold in the United States, thus generating much needed income for veterans who had no other income. The Auxiliary provided all the material and had it pre-cut for forming into flowers."


We Shall Keep the Faith by Moina Michael
Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.


In Flanders Field  by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Answers To Yesterday's Memorial Day Trivia Quiz

So, how do you think you did on yesterday's Memorial Day Trivia Quiz?

Check your answers against the correct answers listed below:

Q 1.  Civil War

Q 2.  Waterloo, N.Y.

Q 3.  May 5, 1866

Q 4.  Decoration Day

Q 5.  Poppy Day

Q 6.  Confederate fallen soldiers are honored on a separate day

Q 7.  Decoration of the graves of fallen soldiers

Q 8.  WW II

Q 9.  Civil War

Q10.  575, 377

Saturday, May 28, 2011

How Much Do You Know About Memorial Day?

 When my girls were in school I was quite appalled to learn that they had absolutely no idea what Memorial Day was really all about.  Over the years, especially since the government switched to observing most holidays on the Monday closest to the originally designated day, Memorial Day - like so many other holidays - has become another excuse for lots of sales.  To me it seems as though the real essence of the holiday has been lost.


This became even more apparent to me earlier this week when one of my co-workers (an individual closer to my age than not so this really caught me off guard) was on the phone making plans for a Memorial Day picnic.  From her side of the conversation, I can only assume that the person to whom she spoke asked what Memorial Day was anyway....
She stumbled over her words and then looked at me to ask "What is Memorial Day?  Is it about the dead soldiers?"  As a nation it seems as though many have lost sight of the true significance of the day.


That being said, I decided I would dedicate a couple of weekend blog posts to making sure that my readers are "in the know".  I'd wager a guess that many of you do know what the real reason for Memorial Day is.  But, indulge me.  If I can shed light on it's true meaning rather than the concept of "Memorial Day = Weekend/Holiday Sales Days"  to even one or two of my readers, then I'll be happy!


So, today... take the quiz below (compliments of http://www.quizland.com/ ) to see how much you know about Memorial Day.  I'll post the answers tomorrow (in a blog post of its own).  Later tomorrow, I'll post a separate blog post with some other interesting facts about the holiday... And then, on Monday... well, you'll just have to keep coming back all weekend to see what else I have up my sleeve!



 
 
MEMORIAL DAY TRIVIA QUIZ 


Q1:  





Memorial Day was founded to honor military personnel who died in...













The Revolutionary War
The Civil War
The Spanish-American War
World War I
World War II









Q2:   





Which community was proclaimed in 1966 by the U.S. government as the birthplace of Memorial Day?













Springfield, Pennsylvania
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Arlington, Virginia
Waterloo, New York
Bunker Hill, Massachusetts












Q3:   





On what date was Memorial Day first observed?













May 30th, 1856
May 5th, 1866
May 25th, 1889
May 29th, 1901
May 15th, 1919












Q4:   





Memorial Day originated with another name. What was it?













Honor Day
Old Soldiers' Day
Decoration Day
Remembrance Day
Bravery Day












Q5:   





Since the end of World War I, Memorial Day is also called which of the following?













Poppy Day
War Heroes' Day
Armed Forces Day
Military Day
Old Soldiers' Day












Q6:   





Memorial Day is different in Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, North and South Carolina, Virginia, Louisiana, and Tennessee. How?













These states celebrate Memorial Day on Jefferson Davis' birthday
Instead of a somber, solemn observance, these states celebrate the memory of the fallen with gala festivals
Memorial Day in these states excludes the Union dead in the Civil War
These states choose to honor Confederate dead in the Civil War on a separate day
In these states, the Confederate flag is flown alongside the American flag












Q7:  





Why is General John Alexander Logan important to the celebration of Memorial Day?













He is the first officially documented casualty in a war
He called for more official government recognition of the holiday
He was the first to place a wreath at the Grave of the Unknowns
He is responsible for accumulating and maintaining statistics of the U.S. war dead
He ordered that the holiday be observed by decorating the graves of the war dead












Q8:   





In which war did the most U.S. service people die?













The Revolutionary War
The Civil War
World War I
World War II
The Vietnam War












Q9:   





Which war had the highest percentage of U.S. casualties based on the number of troops served?













The Revolutionary War
The Civil War
World War I
World War II
The Vietnam War












Q10:  





According to the Department of Defense, how many U.S. service men and women have died in battle in all wars in which the U.S. was involved?













186,203
575,377
923,846
About 1.4 million
They don't even estimate

 









Come back tomorrow for the answers to the trivia quiz - and see how you did!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

First Time For Everything ...

It's true  - there's a first time for everything....  It took nearly six decades but the time has finally come for me to experience my first cavity and filling...  If the dentists in my life had to depend on me to eat, they'd starve!  For the past 58 years, I've been blessed with very healthy teeth requiring only regular cleanings.  I don't know how or why I've been so fortunate.  My parents do not have such a dental history nor do my children.  But, I have been blessed.  However, on a recent routine visit, a cavity between two teeth (not on a chewing surface) was found.

 So, this morning I broke my long-standing record... and had a cavity filled.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be.  But, it isn't how I'd choose to spend a day off either.   Blogging about a cavity might seem a strange entry but for me, it is a first.... and so, even with a cavity I must find a way to make the most of the day.....    So now I can say, "been there, done that... no need to repeat any time soon! 

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Roasted New Potatoes, Lemon & Dill

It's spring harvest time in many places.  Local farmers' markets are stocked with all sorts of locally grown vegetables.  I love this time of year - so many simple yet delicious and nutritious dishes made even more appetizing by the fact that they are the freshest of the fresh.  Sometimes, they're so fresh they were just brought in from our own gardens!  Although I'm not able to have my own garden, I do love to support the local farmers' market vendors and partake of their many offerings.


Here's a recipe that is quite simple ... and even better, it's beyond delicious!  It arrived in my In Box from "Real Simple" and I just had to try it... I'm so glad I did!  I think that you'll be glad you did as well.

 

Roasted New Potatoes with Lemon & Dill

Ingredients

  • 2 pounds new potatoes, halved
  • 1 lemon, thinly sliced
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • kosher salt and black pepper
  • 2 tablespoons fresh dill, coarsely chopped 

Directions

  1. Heat oven to 450° F. On a rimmed baking sheet, toss the potatoes and lemon with the oil, ¾ teaspoon salt, and ¼ teaspoon pepper.
  2. Roast, tossing once, until tender, 25 to 35 minutes. Toss with the dill just before serving.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Thesaurus by Billy Collins

Thesaurus

It could be the name of a prehistoric beast
that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up
on its hind legs to show off its large vocabulary,
or some lover in a myth who is metamorphosed into a book.

It means treasury, but it is just a place
where words congregate with their relatives,
a big park where hundreds of family reunions
are always being held,
house, home, abode, dwelling, lodgings, and digs,
all sharing the same picnic basket and thermos;
hairy, hirsute, woolly, furry, fleecy, and shaggy
all running a sack race or throwing horseshoes,
inert, static, motionless, fixed and immobile
standing and kneeling in rows for a group photograph.

Here father is next to sire and brother close
to sibling, separated only by fine shades of meaning.
And every group has its odd cousin, the one
who traveled the farthest to be here:
astereognosis, polydipsia, or some eleven
syllable, unpronounceable substitute for the word tool.
Even their own relatives have to squint at their name tags.

I can see my own copy up on a high shelf.
I rarely open it, because I know there is no
such thing as a synonym and because I get nervous
around people who always assemble with their own kind,
forming clubs and nailing signs to closed front doors
while others huddle alone in the dark streets.

I would rather see words out on their own, away
from their families and the warehouse of Roget,
wandering the world where they sometimes fall
in love with a completely different word.
Surely, you have seen pairs of them standing forever
next to each other on the same line inside a poem,
a small chapel where weddings like these,
between perfect strangers, can take place.
Billy Collins

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Who Needs a Special Month?

May is "Get Caught Reading Month"  But I ask you, who needs a special month designated for such a thing as this?  For me, every day is a get caught reading day!  And I like it that way!!  No special day or month, no particular reason, no designated time of day (or night).  Any old time is a good time to get caught reading if you ask me!

I was the kid who hung out at the library all day long then carried an arm-load of books home, and then spent half the night reading by flashlight under the bedcovers so as not to get caught reading "after bedtime."
And in some ways, I'm still that kid... well, kid-at-heart at least.  There's no more worry about getting caught reading under the covers after lights out.  Although some mornings I wish there had been such an imposition on my reading time.  (Those are the mornings when I kept telling myself one more chapter the night before  -- only thing is, one more chapter became another and another until the book's end and before I knew it the alarm was sounding.) 

Living alone (although that is soon to change as one of my daughters is coming to live with me in about 10 days) I frequently go out to eat with my "dinner date" -- my book!  Some people would never go out to eat alone.  But if I don't do that, I rarely get to go out to eat at all.  So, I go and enjoy my meal and my book at the same time. 

After church today, I went to lunch with book in hand.  After being seated I pulled out my book and began to read.  My salad was served and I enjoyed every morsel of it almost as much as I enjoyed every word on every page. 

Near the end of my meal, a woman at a nearby table leaned over and said "That must be some book!  You've been totally engrossed in it ever since we sat down.  I hope we didn't bother you too much."  I suppose she was concerned that her large family had been too loud or distracting to me.  But, to be perfectly honest with you, I didn't have a clue who was sitting nearby.  I assured her that (a) the book was very good and (b) her family didn't bother me in the least.

She went on to ask the title of the book.  When I shared it with her, she told me that she worked for the county library doing the cataloging of all new books and she hadn't heard of this title.  I went on to explain that it was a pre-release copy I'd received from Story Circle Network's Book Review and that it would soon be available to the public.   So much for my reading time - I'd been caught reading and that had elicited a conversation.  That conversation led to a discussion about one of my other passions in life - Story Circle Network.  At the end of the conversation, I gathered up my book and retreated to my apartment where I continued to read... and to get "caught" reading a couple more times when family members called and asked "What are you doing today?"  My response came as no surprise to them.  They are used to catching me reading.  They know I'd read 24/7/365 if I could!

Today, like every other day, is a get caught reading day - and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

A Day At The Zoo

Today was another "Caleb & Nan Day" - a perfect way to spend a Saturday!  Since the weather was delightful and we both longed for something we could enjoy in the outdoors, we headed off to the Knoxville Zoo & Zoological Gardens.

Even though we've been there many times before, I've learned over the past five or so years that each visit is unique.  Each visit holds a new opportunity.  And, each visit just endears us to the place more and more.

Some zoos are depressing because they house their animals in small cages that are more like prison cells than homes.  But, not so here at the Knoxville Zoo.  The spacious habitats have been created with each species in mind.  And there is an ongoing effort to improve upon an already good thing.

The plants, flowers and trees that are indiginous to each species' place of origin are well cared for, healthy and thriving.  A butterfly garden blooms in a burst of color that resembles the colors in a 48 count crayon box.

All sorts of interactive opportunities exist at various points throughout the zoo.  Today we ...well, Caleb not I... petted a snake and a rat, explored the inside structure of a large turtle shell (the owner of which had died from old age some time ago), got up close and personal with an alligator that had been taxidermied and donated for educational purposes, and learned untold numbers of interesting little tidbits about some of the zoo's inhabitants.

Tallulah the albino alligator



Today, the new arrivals (or new to us since our last visit) included five penguins visiting for a while, a new set of red panda twins recently born there at the zoo, a summer guests  Buttercup - a 23 foot, 200+ pound reticulated python, and  Tallulah - an albino alligator. You can learn more about these two summer guests by clicking here .





Meerkats standing guard

My favorite area is the Meerkat Lookout.  Those adorable little creatures never tire of putting on a show.  They just stole my heart the very first time I saw them and they continue to be my favorites to this day.





 




Mother & Child
Beavers were busy building their dam, otters played and drifted in the "river" that is part of their habitat.  Baby chimpanzees cuddled their dolls and blankets while mom tried to get a little breathing space for herself. 











White tiger sun bathing

Of course all of the usual zoo animals were there:  elephants, zebra, rhinos, giraffes, camels, black bears, lions, tigers (including a white tiger which is Caleb's favorite resident), exotic birds, gazelles, gorillas, and many more.









We were blessed with sunshine, warm temps and a gentle breeze to make the day comfortable...and we were entertained at every turn by the zoo residents who were just being themselves but somehow seemed to be putting on a show just for us.  All in all, it was a wonderful day! 




Monkey see...Monkey do... !



Friday, May 20, 2011

Fruit or Vegetable ?

RHUBARB - is it a vegetable or a fruit?  Nicknamed "the pie plant" and therefore thought of as a fruit, rhubarb is actually a vegetable.  It's stalks are much like those of celery - except for their pink to red color and their tart "pucker up" flavor.

This mysterious and oft times misunderstood plant has a rich history - as I discovered while doing some research for this post.  Rhubarb was used for medicinal purposes as far back as ancient Chinese times.  Chinese herbalists have utilized rhubarb rhizomes and roots for thousands of years. The rhizomes and roots contain powerful anthraquinones and tannins that act as stimulant laxatives and astringents, respectively. In traditional Chinese medicine, rhubarb is also used to treat gastric ulcers, chronic renal (kidney) failure, and pregnancy-induced hypertension (high blood pressure), pre-eclampsia and eclampsia. European herbalists have recommended rhubarb as a laxative, diuretic, and to treat kidney stones, gout (foot inflammation), and liver diseases. Externally, it is recommended to heal skin sores and scabs.  Who knew? !!!

It has also been used to treat certain pests in gardens - aphids for one.  But, care must be used since the leaves are poisonous and therefore the insecticide prepared from rhubarb must not be used on edible plants.


May 20 & 21 are "Rhubarb Days" which is fitting since this is the time of year when fresh, local rhubarb is beginning to show up in the local farmer's markets. 

As a child, I remember my Gramm always making rhubarb pies and a stewed rhubarb compote - neither of which I liked back then.  But, what do childhood taste buds know?  Now, I love rhubarb concoctions!  I've made more than a few rhubarb or rhubarb/strawberry pies.  Additionally, I've indulged in rhubarb crisp, rhubarb muffins and rhubarb jams.

As the temperatures begin to climb, here's a yummy rhubarb recipe you might like to try:

Rhubarb Strawberry Daiquairi

First, prepare a Rhubarb Strawberry Sauce(Makes about 2 cups)

1/2 pound rhubarb, diced
3/4 cup sugar
2 cups sliced fresh strawberries
1 to 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice or to taste


In a medium saucepan set over medium heat, cook the rhubarb with the sugar until it’s very tender, about 5 to 8 minutes. Turn into a blender and puree with the strawberries and lime juice to taste. 

**This sauce can be used for a variety of desserts including over ice cream and can be stored in the refrigerator for a week.

To make a Rhubarb Strawberry Daiquiri: Leave the puree in the blender and add 1 ounce of white rum about 1 cup crushed ice. Puree and serve right away. This frosty savory/sweet drink is refreshing and unique!

**Make it virgin by omitting the rum.  Either way it's m-m-m good!
 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

PEONIES

When I was a child, our backyard was graced with many peony bushes.  Each May I would watch as the tight buds slowly began to open (with the help of the large black ants that Mom called "piss ants") so that by Memorial Day all the bushes were in full bloom.  Splashes of pinks and white kissed with red, pure white, and a deep purple adorned our yard.  Those flowers were a mystery and a wonder to me. 

While I do not have peonies of my own, many many homes along my path do.  And I've been able to not only enjoy their beauty but also to reflect on two of my favorite poets and their own works on the topic of peonies.




PEONIES by Mary Oliver

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open ---
pools of lace,
white and pink ---
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities ---
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again ---
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?




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PEONIES AT DUSK by Jane Kenyon

 White peonies blooming along the porch

send out light

while the rest of the yard grows dim.
Outrageous flowers as big as human

heads! They’re staggered

by their own luxuriance: I had

to prop them up with stakes and twine.
The moist air intensifies their scent,

and the moon moves around the barn

to find out what it’s coming from.
In the darkening June evening

I draw a blossom near, and bending close

search it as a woman searches

a loved one’s face.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Sending Man Into Space: Then & Now

Alan Shephard

On May 5, 1961 Alan Shephard became the first American in space when he lifted off in the Freedom 7 space capsule.  He later went on the be the first man to walk on the moon in 1971. 



As an elementary school child during those early space missions, I remember all of the students being gathered in the cafeteria to watch on a small black and white television.  During the years of America's early space program was the stuff of dreamers and doers.  Each mission launch became a reason for the nation to pause and observe history in the making.   



On May 26, 1961 President John F. Kennedy gave  his now historic "moon speech" .   I find myself wondering what he would have thought about where the space program has been and what it has done in the last 50 years.   I also wonder if others have such vivid memories of where they were when these space missions took place. 

JFK inspects Mercury Capsule







And today, some fifty years later, the crew of the Space Shuttle Endeavor lifted off for its last mission to the International Space Station.  It was being broadcast live as I was doing a medication pass at work.  I stopped to watch - a habit that was imprinted on me fifty years ago by those elementary school teachers.

Crew of Space Shuttle Endeavor
Final Lift Off for Space Shuttle Endeavor


I think JFK would be pleased with how far we've come.  What about you?




Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Brief History of the Nylon Stocking

While nylon fibers were patented in 1937 by Wallace Carothers the story of the nylon stocking (or "nylons" as many refer to them) actually begins long before then and continues long past that date.  Stockings actually had their start in the late 1500's when an Englishman by the name of Reverend William Lee, after inventing the world's first knitting machine, began to make hosiery out of cotton, wool and silk.  The manufacture of these stockings eventually led to the present day hosiery many of us have learned to love or hate, shun or embrace...



The synthetic fiber "nylon" first debuted at the 1939 New York World's Fair.  On May 15, 1940 the first nylon stockings were available for sale to the public in New York where over 72,000 pairs were sold the first day!  The huge popularity of this new stocking almost immediately resulted in a collapse of the Japanese silk market.

scene from a hosiery mill in North Carolina

Once the United States joined the WWII effort in 1942, nylon was used almost exclusively for the manufacture of parachutes and tents for the Defense Department.  The nylon stocking became a temporary casualty of the war until it made its first post-war appearance in  1945 in San Francisco, California.  Ten thousand customers purchased nylons upon its initial re-release!


During the 1940's and 1950's stockings were "full-fashioned" meaning they were tailored to a specific size and shape and had a seam up the back.  It has been reported that when women were unable to get stockings or could not afford them, they would draw a vertical line up the back of their legs to mimic the look.

It wasn't until sometime during the 1960's that pantyhose went on sale in direct response to the emergence of the "tights" industry.   Women were able to shed the garters and belts that held the 3/4 leg length stockings.  Seams disappeared.  Elastic-topped "thigh high stockings" also emerged.  Over the years, many women have opted to discard stockings permanently while some workplaces still include stockings as part of the dress code for female employees. 

Where do you stand on the subject?

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Blue Mystique

"Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into."
                                                                                             ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

With a burst of electric blue, my newest "baby" - Blue Mystique - greets me each time I enter my apartment.  This Blue Mystique orchid was a gift I gave to myself for my birthday last month.  And, according to everything that I know about raising orchids in general, and everything I've read about this one in particular, it will continue to do so for quite some time. 

When I lived in Florida, I mistakenly thought that orchids were fragile plants that required alot of care and knowledge if they were to survive.  Delighted to discover that they actually needed much less attention than many of my other plants and flowers, I tried my hand at a few different varieties.  And much to my surprise they all thrived! 


Then, when I first moved to Tennessee, I figured that orchids were out of the question here in this climate.  I knew them as plants that lived in hot, humid, sunny Florida...  But, after talking with a friend, I was thrilled to learn that they do well here too!  They are easy to maintain indoors - if you have the right light for them.  And if you are fortunate enough to be able to let them enjoy the out-of-doors in summer, they'll love you for it.



When I moved into this apartment about nine months ago, I treated myself to a lovely white Phalaenopsis.  Soon, I decided that one was lonely and needed a companion.  This time a lovely shade of lavender.  They've done very well in one of my living room windows.  And now, blooms of white and lavender flank these newest blooms of blue. 

Blue Mystique
You can learn more about Blue Mystique by visiting the Silvervase website.  As for what's next?  I'm thinking it's time to branch out and get a couple other species now.

Friday, May 13, 2011

FRIGGATRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA

Friggastrickaidekaphobia... paraskevidekatriaphobia... FEAR OF FRIDAY THE 13th

Today is Friday the 13th which sends shivers of dread up and down the spine of some.  For some, it is so severe that it nearly paralyzes them.  Hence the term friggastrickaidekaphobia - Frigga is the name of the Norse goddess for whom "Friday" is named.  Triskaidekaphobia means fear of the number thirteen.  So, there you have it, friggastrikaidekaphobia!

 Do you suffer from it?  If you do, take heart!  This year, there is only ONE Friday the 13th.  Some years have as many as THREE!  The next one is not until January 2012. 

I am not particularly superstitious therefore I don't freak out when a Friday the 13th rolls around.  In fact, since I don't expect all those bad things to happen just because it is a Friday and it is the 13th of the month, I usually find at least one reason to be glad for the day...

Tonight, I am glad that on this Friday the 13th, Blogger is back up and running!  So for me, Friday the 13th has been a stellar day!  How about you?

May 12 - Florence Nightingale's Birthday

Happy Birthday, Florence Nightingale!

May 12th is Florence Nightingale's birthday.  Nurses' Week is designed to coincide with her birthday which I happen to think is very fitting.  Her legacy is the founding of the nursing profession.  Her values included compassion, commitment to patient care and diligent and thoughtful hospital administration.  Her nickname "The Lady of the Lamp" came from the fact that it has been said that long after physicians were off duty at the hospital, Florence was seen checking on her patients guided through the dark by a small lamp.

The first official nursing school program opened in 1860.  the Nightingale School for Nurses trained nurses to work in hospitals,, to teach and to work with the poor.  Today, the work of her School of Nursing continues.  The Nightingale Building in  the School of Nursing and Midwifery at the University of Southampton is named after her.



Contrary to popular belief, The Nightingale Pledge - an oath taken by nurses upon graduation from schools of nursing, was not written by Florence Nightingale.  Rather, it was composed by a nursing instructor at Harper Hospital in Detroit - Lystra Gretter.  The first graduating class to use the pledge was in 1893.  Untold numbers of graduating nurses have recited these words over the past 118 years:

"I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly, to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession, and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With loyalty will I endeavor to aid the physician, in his work, and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care. "


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Source:  From A Short History of Nursing by Lavinia Dock and Isabel Stewart:

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Nurses' Week

"Nursing care comes in many forms.  Sometimes it is the ability to make someone feel physically comfortable by various means.  Other times it is the ability to improve the body's ability to achieve or maintain health.  But often it is an uncanny yet well honed knack to see beyond the obvious and address, in some way, the deeper needs of the human soul."    ~Donna Wilk Cardillo, A Daybook for Beginning Nurses

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Erma Bombeck on Mother's Day

I have laughed til I cried at some of Erma Bombeck's witty remarks.  But this one is so tender-hearted....  And, it's one that is worth remembering over and over again - and passing on to our children and our children's children...


We all know that being a Mom is the hardest, most rewarding job on the face of this Earth.

"You don't love me!"
 
How many times have your kids laid that one on you?
And how many times have you, as a parent, resisted the urge to tell them how much?
Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I'll tell them...


  • I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home.
  • I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money, which we could afford, and you couldn't.
  • I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand picked friend was a creep.
  • I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.
  • I loved you enough to say, "Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother's Day."
  • I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.
  • I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.
  • I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.
  • I loved you enough to ignore "what every other mother" did or said.
  • I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt, and fail.
  • I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions, at 6, 10, or 16.
  • I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned, but forgave you for it...after discovering I was right.
  • I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas and insensitive to your demands...so that you had to stand alone.
  • I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, and not what I wanted you to be.
  • But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.
    Erma Bombeck

    Saturday, May 7, 2011

    Children's Book Week & Mother's Day


    "Children's Book Week" began on Monday May 2 and ends on Sunday, May 8th otherwise known as Mother's Day. 

    Do you think it's a coincidence that "Children's Book Week" ends on Mother's Day?  I don't!
    As mothers, we read to our children when they were young.  As grandmothers, we read to our grandchildren when they were young.  And always, always, we tried to instill upon them the importance of reading.

    Whenever I'm asked about my favorite children's book, I have to answer "Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch.  I often wonder if the author (and the publisher for that matter) ever dreamed about how popular this book would  become.  To date it has reportedly sold over 1 million hardback copies and over 6 million paperback copies since it was first published in 1986!

    In a slim little book with engaging and heartfelt illustrations by Sheila McGraw, the book's lyrical flow moves through the life cycle of the human race in a profound and bittersweet way.  It begins with a young mother rocking her son to sleep while singing "I'll love you forever.  I'll like you for always, as long as I'm  living my baby you'll be."  The boy grows and the mother continues to remind her son of her never-ending love and the connection they share.  Then, one day, the roles are reversed.  The son is a grown man, his mother an elderly woman.  The son holds his mother in his arms and sings "I'll love you forever.  I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my Mommy you'll be."  When the mother dies, the son finds solace in the act of rocking his own baby daughter while singing the song his mother sang to him many years before.  "I'll love you forever.  I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be."

    So,  in honor of "Children's Book Week" - I just couldn't let it pass without giving a nod to my favorite children's book.  And, in honor of Mother's Day tomorrow  I couldn't let the opportunity pass to remember my own children and grandchildren sitting in my lap while I read this tender story to them.  What poignant memories have surfaced in the writing of this post!  Happy Mother's Day to all !  And, if you've never read this little book, find yourself a copy and read it - it's a treat not to be missed.

    Friday, May 6, 2011

    Sweet Potato Bread Pudding ??

    Yes, it's true!  Sweet potatoes, pecans, dates ... in bread pudding.   And so, in honor of this week that encourages bread pudding recipe sharing, I offer you another twist on the more traditional one I posted earlier today...  WARNING:  This could be habit forming!


    Recipe: Sweet Potato Bread Pudding
    Ingredients:
    •5 1/2 to 6 cups torn croissant crumbs, about 8 ounces
    •1/2 cup coarsely chopped pecans
    •1 cup pitted and chopped dates
    •3 tablespoons melted butter
    •1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    •1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
    •1 cup light brown sugar, packed
    •2 1/2 cups half-and-half or light cream, or 1 cup heavy cream and 1 1/2 cups milk
    •3 large eggs
    •1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
    •1 1/2 cups mashed sweet potatoes
    Preparation:
    Butter a 2-quart baking dish. Heat oven to 350° F.
    In a large bowl toss the croissant crumbs with pecans, dates, melted butter, and spices.
    In another bowl, whisk together the milk, eggs, and brown sugar; add vanilla and blend in the sweet potatoes. Pour the sweet potato mixture over the bread crumbs and stir until well blended. Let stand for about 10 minutes. Bake for 45 to 55 minutes, or until set. Serves 8 to 10.

    Serve this bread pudding with Caramel Sauce or Brown Sugar Sauce.

    Bread Pudding

    The week of May 1 - 7 is "Bread Pudding Week". 

    There are probably more bread pudding recipes floating around than there are friends on my facebook account!  And each one has its own special ingredient that allows it to be "the best ever" in someone's opinion. 

    The very best bread pudding I ever tasted was from a small family owned restaurant in Naples, Florida:  The Cajun Hideaway.  It was totally a family affair -- and the family was an authentic cajun family who had relocated from Louisiana.  While their recipes for the bread pudding and its out-of-this-world sauce were a well-kept secret, I have spent the last few years testing various recipes.  The hope, of course, being that I would happen upon one that tastes "almost as good as" that "best-ever" dish I remember.

    So, since it's bread pudding week, I thought I'd share the one that gets my vote for coming close to The Cajun Hideaway's dessert:

    BREAD PUDDING with WHISKEY-VANILLA SAUCE
    (Yield: Serves 8)

    Ingredients:
    •BREAD PUDDING
    •1 tablespoon softened butter
    •1 cup pecan halves
    •3 eggs
    •1 cup sugar
    •2 teaspoons vanilla
    •1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    •1 teaspoon ground cardamom
    •1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, melted and cooled
    •3 cups whole milk
    •One 8-ounce baguette, cut into 3/4-inch cubes

    •WHISKEY VANILLA SAUCE*
    •1 1/2 cups sugar
    •1 1/2 cups cream
    •1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    •1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
    •1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
    •2 tablespoons butter
    •1/3 cup whiskey
    •1 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch
    •1 teaspoon vanilla
    *Brandy may be used instead of whiskey, if desired. If you'd rather not use liquor, fresh orange juice may be substituted for the whiskey.

    •GARNISH
    •1 cup whipping cream

    Preparation:
    BREAD PUDDING
    Preheat the oven to 350ºF. Spread the 1 tablespoon softened butter on the bottom and sides of a 9 x 13-inch baking dish.
    Toast the pecan halves in a dry frying pan over medium heat for 5-10 minutes, or until fragrant (don't allow pecans to burn). Remove from the heat.
    Whisk together the eggs, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, melted butter and milk until mixed.
    Place half the baguette cubes in the buttered dish, top with the pecans, then with half the liquid mixture. Add the remaining baguette cubes and top with remaining liquid. Cover with plastic wrap and let set for 30 minutes, gently pressing the cubes underneath the liquid a few times. Remove plastic, cover with foil and bake in preheated oven for 45 minutes.
    Uncover the pudding, drizzle a 1/2 cup of the warm Whiskey Vanilla Sauce over it, and bake for an additional 5 minutes, uncovered. Let set for at least 5 minutes before cutting. Serve the remaining Whiskey Vanilla Sauce with the pudding.

    WHISKEY VANILLA SAUCE
    While pudding is baking, combine the sugar, cream, spices, and butter in a small saucepan and bring to a gentle boil. When the butter is melted, combine the whiskey, cornstarch, and vanilla in a small bowl, then slowly whisk into the gently boiling sauce.
    Boil gently for 5 minutes, stirring often.

    GARNISH
    Whip the cream and keep in refrigerator until serving time.

    TO SERVE
    Dish up the hot pudding, place a dollop of whipped cream on top, and drizzle with some of the Whiskey Vanilla Sauce (serve the remaining Whiskey Vanilla Sauce with the pudding).

    Thursday, May 5, 2011

    Cinco de Mayo

    May 5th - It's Cinco de Mayo!   And, just as on St. Patrick's Day everyone is "a little bit Irish," on Cinco de Mayo everyone is "a little bit Mexican."  "Anything for a good reason to party" I'm told!

    How many of you have always thought that Cinco de Mayo is "Mexican Independence Day?"
    Well.... if you are among the many who have believed that for a long time, you've been misinformed!

    Here is the "Cliff Note version" of what is really behind the Cinco de Mayo celebration compliments of
    vivacincodemayo :



    The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be!  And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be.  Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810.  And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.

    So, why Cinco de Mayo?  And why should Americans savor this day as well?  Because 4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on the morning of May 5, 1862.

    The French had landed in Mexico (along with Spanish and English troops) five months earlier on the pretext of collecting Mexican debts from the newly elected government of democratic President (and Indian) Benito Juarez.  The English and Spanish quickly made deals and left.  The French, however, had different ideas.
    Under Emperor Napoleon III, who detested the United States, the French came to stay.  They brought a Hapsburg prince with them to rule the new Mexican empire.  His name was Maximilian; his wife, Carolota.  Napoleon's French Army had not been defeated in 50 years, and it invaded Mexico with the finest modern equipment and with a newly reconstituted Foreign Legion.  The French were not afraid of anyone, especially since the United States was embroiled in its own Civil War.

    The French Army left the port of Vera Cruz to attack Mexico City to the west, as the French assumed that the Mexicans would give up should their capital fall to the enemy -- as European countries traditionally did.
    Under the command of Texas-born General Zaragosa, (and the cavalry under the command of Colonel Porfirio Diaz, later to be Mexico's president and dictator), the Mexicans awaited.  Brightly dressed French Dragoons led the enemy columns.  The Mexican Army was less stylish.

    General Zaragosa ordered Colonel Diaz to take his cavalry, the best in the world, out to the French flanks.  In response, the French did a most stupid thing; they sent their cavalry off to chase Diaz and his men, who proceeded to butcher them.  The remaining French infantrymen charged the Mexican defenders through sloppy mud from a thunderstorm and through hundreds of head of stampeding cattle stirred up by Indians armed only with machetes.

    When the battle was over, many French were killed or wounded and their cavalry was being chased by Diaz' superb horsemen miles away.  The Mexicans had won a great victory that kept Napoleon III from supplying the confederate rebels for another year, allowing the United States to build the greatest army the world had ever seen.  This grand army smashed the Confederates at Gettysburg just 14 months after the battle of Puebla, essentially ending the Civil War.

    Union forces were then rushed to the Texas/Mexican border under General Phil Sheridan, who made sure that the Mexicans got all the weapons and ammunition they needed to expel the French.  American soldiers were discharged with their uniforms and rifles if they promised to join the Mexican Army to fight the French.  The American Legion of Honor marched in the Victory Parade in Mexico, City.

    It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862.  But who knows?

    In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces.  As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.

    Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans.  That's why Cinco de Mayo is such a party -- A party that celebrates freedom and liberty.  There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862.  VIVA! el CINCO DE MAYO!!

    Habits

    HABIT–noun  ( dictionary.com)
    1. an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary.
    2. customary practice or use.
    3. a particular practice, custom, or usage.
     
     
    Depending on which source you reference, it takes from 21 - 66 days to turn a practice into a solid habit.
    And, it has been said that it only takes FIVE days of not performing that habit to break the habit!

    That being said, I didn't want another day to slip by without a post!  I've missed two days and that's more than I intended to miss.  There are posts that have been percolating.  There have been a few minor electronic glitches (like misplaced USB connector for camera to upload pictures).  And, most of all, there has been one very very tired nurse who, by the time she was able to put on her "writer's hat" just didn't have the ability to do the writing justice.

    So, here you have it!  I am posting and then going to fine tune some of what has been percolating so they can get up here on the blog as well.  This gal's not gonna let the habit of daily posts be broken if she can help it!