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Beautiful Rustic Food

August 19, 2017

“We find inspiration for photos and recipes all over the world. . . . Breathing the air on a different continent, our hands intertwined.” Susann and Yannic bring ideas home, then share beautifully styled vegetarian recipes from their Berlin kitchen. (In English and German.)

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#WeekendCoffeeShare America The Beautiful

August 19, 2017 1 Comment

Believe That

Believe That

If we were having coffee this weekend I would offer you iced tea and some succotash I just made.  I have been listening to a wonderful audio course about this culinary and cultural history of humanity.  I heard the part about American colonists adopting crops from natives very quickly because many crops they brought from England did not grow over here.  Succotash (a word borrowed from a native language) is a stew of corn, beans, onions, peppers, and tomatoes.  It can be made with only corn and beans if need be.  I realized I had those groceries on hand in the fridge so I whipped up a batch.  It is a heavenly, and truly American dish.  Help yourself.  I am working on reminding myself of all the noble and beautiful parts of having been born in the US.  Succotash is one of those.

If we were having coffee I know many of you live in other countries and are wondering what in the world is happening to the government in Washington, DC.  As taxpaying citizens, believe me, we wonder even more than you do.  Some people choose to stay away from news of current events, and honestly I am happy to be working with millennials who virtually never discuss anything current or political.  I don’t think it is because they lack sympathy, but they really lack all the information. I am loathe to bring up any news at work because it is all so shockingly bad.  Who am I to bum them out by letting them in on current events?  I really like my colleagues at work.  Maybe ignoring current events is the secret of their charm.

I wrote this week, but was still a little lame about production.  I did a poem for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto on Thursday.  I wrote a factual biography of my great-grandfather who fought for the Confederacy in the Civil War.  I also have ancestors who fought for the Union and even worked on the underground railroad.  I am not in any way attracted to these “historic monuments” causing all this dispute.  I don’t think they were such a good idea in the first place, since Americans tend to be fairly ignorant of our own history.  We just don’t need images to glorify people and events nobody even understands.  I know this is not true for all of us, but I am frequently appalled at the total lack of knowledge about geography and history I encounter in Americans.

The one category in which we are still held in some esteem is comedy.  SNL is the world leader that demonstrates that we do still live in a free country.  Some of our freedom is being used to endanger and incarcerate part of the population. Thank God we still have Weekend Update. For any of you who have not seen #sheetcaking by Tina Fey, please enjoy this peek at our still thriving sense of humor.  If we don’t laugh we will cry.

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#WritePhoto Dervish Wisps

August 17, 2017 3 Comments

dervish wisps

dervish wisps

The dervishes gathered at the grave of the Sufi master
This forbidden practice was a traditional prayer of heretics
The twirling started slowly, accompanied by chanting
Riding on the wind bending the clouds with energy
Changing the relationship to be closer to the beloved
Floating above the dancing figures of their own bodies
They entered a state of pure ecstasy, unbridled delight
Flowed from their fingertips and out of every footstep
Holding the beloved in reverence they let go of all fear



Please join us each week to interpret a photo by Sue Vincent on her blog, the Echo.  It is fun to read the different ways writers see the image.  Every Thursday we meet, rain or shine.  Please read, comment, or submit your own story or poem.

Take Care Of Yourself

August 16, 2017 2 Comments

Compassion fatigue is the stress of caring too much… The post Are You Suffering From Compassion Fatigue? Here’s What You Should Do About It appeared first on BayArt.

via Are You Suffering From Compassion Fatigue? Here’s What You Should Do About It — BayArt

William Ellison Taylor, Great-Grandfather

August 15, 2017

William and Lucinda

William and Lucinda

My maternal great-grandfather fought for the Confederacy in the Civil War. I have a copy of the military records and pension applications for my maternal  great-grandfather, William Ellison Taylor. He enlisted in the Civil War on April 26, 1861, Company C, 4th Regiment, Alabama Regiment of Volunteers, under the command of Captain N.H.R. Dawson. He was injured at the Battle of First Manassas, Virginia, on July 21, 1861. He was discharged October 22, 1861.  His great-grandfather, Jonathan Aaron Taylor, fought in the Revolutionary War in South Carolina. After the Civil war William and his wife’s family moved to East Texas and bought land. He became a preacher.

William Ellison Taylor

William Ellison Taylor

The following is from Gospel Preachers Who Blazed the Trail by C. R. Nichol, 1911.

William Ellyson Taylor was born in Alabama, November 22, 1839, and was reared in that state. His education was received in the common schools. When the war broke out between the states he enlisted in the 4th Alabama Regiment and went to Virginia. In the battle of Manassas. July 21, 1861, he was wounded, which made him a cripple for life.

Dec. 27. 1864, he was married to Lucinda Armer, who has been his faithful help-meet, and to the present shares his joys and sorrows. To this union six boys and two girl have been born.

November, 1869, he moved to Texas. In August, 1874, Dr. W. L. Harrison preached the first sermon he ever heard. Afterward and and David Pennington became a Christian. In 1877 he began preaching and though he works on the farm, he has preached as he found opportunity. Entering the firgin field he has established congregations in Montgomery, San Jacinto and Walker counties and is now preaching monthly for congregations at Willis, Bethan and Ne Bethel, Montgomery County. When confined for nearly two years through sickness his brethren administer to his every need. All who know Bro. Taylor love him for his intrinsic worth and work in the Lord.

Gospel Preachers Who Blazed the Trail by C. R. Nichol, 1911.

William Ellison Taylor (1839 – 1918)
George Harvey Taylor (1884 – 1941)
son of William Ellison Taylor
Ruby Lee Taylor (1922 – 2008)
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor
Ruby Lee was named after Robert E Lee.  She changed the spelling to Lea later in her life. My father’s ancestors fought for the Union army and worked on the underground railroad.

Eclipse Mania: Weather Worries

August 14, 2017

Have Patience

MJF Images

A spectacular composite eclipse image from 1999, by Fred Espenak.

Can you believe the eclipse is only a few weeks away?  I can’t wait!  I’m concluding my series on planning for this eclipse by tackling perhaps the most difficult thing to plan for: weather.  But it really isn’t just about weather.  It actually has more to do with psychology.  I’m doing what is unusual for me, including images from other photogs.  Click on the image to go to the source web pages.

Weather: What, me Worry?

As you talk to other eclipse enthusiasts, the subject of clouds and weather is sure to come up.  It is probably the most over-thought aspect of chasing solar eclipses.  But I can’t really blame people for worrying.  Who wants to travel and spend a lot of money getting to a spot to watch an eclipse, only to be clouded out at totality.  Weather on…

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#WeekendCoffeeShare Fall Semester

August 12, 2017 4 Comments



If we were having coffee this weekend in Tucson I would invite you to relax with an iced tea. I am enjoying a white strawberry tea that refreshes me in this muggy weather. Please help yourself to apricots while we kiss this summer good bye. The stone fruits (peaches, plums, apricots, etc) are a symbol of summer. Along with berries they have the lively colors and flavors that remind us of outdoor dining in the warm season. At this time of year I buy the best looking stone fruits at the market and savor the last of the crop from this year. These apricots are luscious.

If we were relaxing with tea I would tell you my week went well. I fit in dermatology as well as dental appointments and continued trimming down and organizing my possessions. I excavated loads of paper files to destroy, and a few to save. I can’t believe how much useless paper I have stuffed into the spaces in my house. This is all changing, and making me very happy. I listed the real estate, so vacating the barn and dealing with anything stored over there is a signal I am really ready to sell.  I found the appraisal on the land I had done when I inherited it in 2008. I have lost a huge amount of imaginary money on this property, and payed Pima County about $15,000 in taxes over the time I have owned it. I will be pleased to give up the tax burden and end the madness.  It probably will not sell overnight, but I am ready if it does.

Again this week I trended more into poetry and fiction. I enjoy the more creative forms.  I think all of my writing needs practice, in every form.  As long as I continue to work on it I am satisfied.  I have started to dream up fiction scenarios in my spare time, which is new for me.  Usually I am all about finding more facts.  I have been invited to a mermaid parade next week in downtown Tucson.  I do have an outfit I could wear.  It has made me think about getting some photos and covering it as a real news story, and then writing some poetry or fiction using the images.  That could be fun.  I have done little photography lately, and the event promises to be a visual delight.

Parent, student, teacher, or not, the whole world feels the back to school season. Here in my neighborhood we welcome back the U of A students and faculty along with many other locals who leave in the summer because the can.  School and university traffic is noticeable on the roads, but then again so is the economic impact it represents.  I don’t mind the students, but I saw my first set of ceramic pumpkins in a grocery store display this week.  Hold on with the pumpkin spice and the Halloween gear until at least September.  Let’s enjoy some Indian summer before you start playing Christmas music.  How is back to school season for you, gentle reader? Do your local merchants jump the gun on holidays like ours do?



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Listing To The Left

August 11, 2017



Returning from the voyage with a dangerous leak in the hull
The ship barely remained afloat while listing toward starboard
The lifeboats had all been deployed when the mast snapped
The crew had no choice but to try to make land on the carcass
Of the wooden vessel, laden with treasure, sinking from the weight
Plundered booty, food stores and ammunition, symbols of victory
Were all tossed overboard in an attempt to save human life
What did this say about the success of the voyage?
How does this comfort those who drowned in the service
Of the now deceased captain of this ship?

#WritePhoto Solo Peak

August 10, 2017 7 Comments

solo at the top

solo at the top

The course included exasperating coded directions to find the path.  Only the experts who had experience in mathematical code could make any sense of it.  The others gathered strength for the climb by resting, meditating, and stretching. The recruits knew they would not all be able to make the ascent to the peak. Some would not be in physical condition for the rigors of the steep hike.  Others could not resign themselves to the idea that only a few of them would survive the attempt to scale the sacred solo rock.

It was said that the surviving members of the party would be initiated into the noble society of knights of the vast horizon.  This powerful, yet underground fraternity required extreme loyalty as well as full secrecy from the membership as well as their families.  Sons usually followed fathers into the lodge.  Often the young disappeared during the testing phase, never to be found.  The most powerful worked hard to assure their progeny had the power and the accomplishments to inherit command upon death of a leader.

A complex game took place when a leader died or left.  The people believed that this process revealed the best person to step into the newly vacated position.  Potential candidates were summoned to the town square and given maps.  Each map was different and contained both real and bogus directions to reach the summit of solo peak.  The player who managed to climb to the overlook before sundown would be given the office.  The new leader left his mark on the rock then hurried back down to the village.

The trip back down the steep rocky path was the most treacherous part of the journey.  All the other candidates hide and do what they can to ambush and kill the new leader so they can claim the win.  The field is thinned to one  at the end.  Nobody is sure if the winner is the one they saw at the top of solo peak, or just the one who managed to kill the others and make it back to the village.  And that is how politics were born.



This story is in response to this week’s photo prompt on Sue Vincent’s Echo.  Please join us each Thursday to interpret her intriguing image.  It is fun to see how many different ways people use it.


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