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The port of Nogales, AZ is the main entry point for Mexican produce to enter the United States. There are tons of fruits and vegetables traded daily at the peak of the season. Each winter the wholesale warehouses hum with activity. The nature of the wholesale produce business requires that losses must be accepted when the goods can’t be sold or moved quickly. The 3000 Club in Santa Cruz County has created a wonderful program to stem waste at the border, and provide fresh healthy foods in neighborhoods that need more access to fruits and vegetables. They partner with churches and other facilities that have large parking lots in Tucson. The volunteer crews load semi trucks full of produce that is at peak ripe condition and send them to the parking lots where anyone can buy 60 pounds of produce for $10. This Market on the Move is saving people money, but what I like best is the distribution of fresh foods to those who might not otherwise buy or try it.
I enjoy the challenge of filling my box (Since there are only two of us at home, I do not overfill it.) with the selections of the week, then making tasty dishes with them. This week I went too late to score any tomatoes, which are always popular. Tiny watermelons were limited to two each. They look precious, and are fun to have in November. Zucchini, yellow squash, cucumbers, and golden bell peppers were the featured crops on special. I decided to juice the cucumbers, roast or grill the peppers, and make soup with the squash. The Market on the Move is like the show Chopped on Food Network, in which you prepare dishes from what you find in the basket. I try to recruit some help from my neighbors as soon as I get home. My friend Mindy has just returned from Philadelphia where her son in law is a fancy chef. She passed along a roasted bell pepper soup recipe while I convinced her to take some home. The chef makes his soup with roasted peppers, a tiny bit of stock and cream cheese. Mindy and I decided that this was very fine, but we are going to use mascarpone since we have no allegiance to Philadelphia. If you have some good ideas that relate to bell peppers or squash I am very interested right now. If you live in a city that offers this sport, the ingredient challenge, I urge you to try it. For $10 you have little to loose.
I attended the anual chili cook off to support our local firefighters union. Each station designs a booth and makes a chili dish. The chili is judged by a panel, and the booth design is judged by popular Facebook vote. The annual event is a really fun way to meet locals and enjoy time downtown. The creativity of the booth design and the costumes always amuse. This year the Drexel Heights Station outdid themselves with a Duck Dynasty theme. I took my calendar with me and was able to find four of the guys to give me autographs on their pictures. They serve beer and play live music, but it differs from other community events in that the firefighters union uses all the proceeds to adopt families in need to help them. We don’t have the opportunity to see our firefighters all together at the same time very often. Seeing them enjoy themselves so much and serve the community too is a blast. We love our firefighters in Tucson. They keep us safe and represent the spirit of the town in a friendly and creative way. I bought a tee shirt for Bob which he will like a lot, and an apron for myself, to remind me not to burn down the house.
My 21st grandmother married two husbands, the second of which (not my grandfather), was Robin Hood:
Maud le Vavasour, Baroness Butler
Following the death of Theobald in early February 1206, Maud returned to England into the custody of her father, who, having bought the right of marrying her at the price of 1200 marks and two palfrys, gave her in marriage, on 1 October 1207, to Fulk FitzWarin.[3] Fulk was the son of Fulk FitzWarin and Hawise de Dinan, who subsequent to a violent quarrel with King John of England, sought refuge in the woods and became an outlaw. Maud accompanied him. The legendary figures of Robin Hood and Maid Marian are said to be based on Fulk and Maud.
By FitzWarin, Maud had a son and a daughter:
DeathMaud le Vavasour died sometime before 1226. She had numerous descendants including the Earls of Ormond, the Earls of Arundel, Anne Boleyn, Mary Boleynand Elizabeth I.In fiction
Maud is the main protagonist in Elizabeth Chadwick’s The White Castle, which relates in highly fictional form, her life and adventures as the wife of Fulk FitzWarin.
References
Maud le Vavasour (1187 – 1282)
is my 21st great grandmother
Theobald II le Boteler (1200 – 1230)
son of Maud le Vavasour
Lady Maud Matilda DeVerdun Countess DeBoteler Countess Arundel (1225 – 1283)
daughter of Theobald II le Boteler
Matilda Tideshall FitzAlan Baroness Corbet De Arundel (1244 – 1309)
daughter of Lady Maud Matilda DeVerdun Countess DeBoteler Countess Arundel
Sir Thomas Corbet of Moreton, Knight of The Bath Corbet (1281 – 1310)
son of Matilda Tideshall FitzAlan Baroness Corbet De Arundel
Knight Sir Robert XII Corbet, Lord of Moreton Corbet (1304 – 1375)
son of Sir Thomas Corbet of Moreton, Knight of The Bath Corbet
Sir Roger XIII (Lord of Morton) Corbet (1330 – 1396)
son of Knight Sir Robert XII Corbet, Lord of Moreton Corbet
Robert Corbet (1383 – 1440)
son of Sir Roger XIII (Lord of Morton) Corbet
Blanche Corbet (1423 – 1458)
daughter of Robert Corbet
Humphrey Coningsby (1458 – 1535)
son of Blanche Corbet
Amphyllis Coningsby (1478 – 1533)
daughter of Humphrey Coningsby
Margaret Tyndale (1510 – 1555)
daughter of Amphyllis Coningsby
Thomas Taylor (1548 – 1588)
son of Margaret Tyndale
Thomas Taylor (1574 – 1618)
son of Thomas Taylor
James Taylor (1608 – 1698)
son of Thomas Taylor
John Taylor (1685 – 1776)
son of James Taylor
John Taylor (1727 – 1787)
son of John Taylor
John Taylor (1747 – 1781)
son of John Taylor
John Nimrod Taylor (1770 – 1816)
son of John Taylor
John Samuel Taylor (1798 – 1873)
son of John Nimrod Taylor
William Ellison Taylor (1839 – 1918)
son of John Samuel Taylor
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
The Celtic holiday Samhain is still celebrated by some on October 31. The city of Dublin is embracing the ancient holiday in new ways. Poetry is a way to create connection with the future and also with the past. Some poems and songs survive from anonymous authors, while ancient Greeks are preserved in drama, ode and epic. Translation is a tricky thing, especially when translating Pagan rituals to Catholic practices. My ancestors, the O’Byrnes, came from County Meathe where Samhain was and is celebrated. I hope someday to visit Dublin to see these Irish in action with their ancient tradition.
Since I am in Tucson, with a strong and popular All Souls’ Day party I plan to add poetry this year by attending the reading on Friday night at the U of A Poetry Center by our new poet laureate. He is from the border, our own very specific and special place. This border has been directly responsible for plenty of death, and plenty of opportunity. In a spiritual sense our border has never been real, but artificial, setting a trap, catching little prey. It makes crime irresistible to the desperate. It works to incentivize illegal behavior. If the dead are visiting this week they will have no trouble crossing the border, even though they may have died trying. I look forward to the experience.
Last night I took Bob on a dining date featuring his favorite beverage, beer. I used to drink beer, but have all but given it up these days. I still like the taste, so the beer and food pairing was very appealing to me. I drove, so after the taste, I generally gave the rest of the glass to Bob. There was one exception, the Imperial stout. It was my favorite of the evening so I wanted to drink all of it. They poured 4 ounces for each course because the beers were very high in alcohol content.
The chef worked with Mission Brewery of San Diego to create tastes that paired with these strong beer flavors. I did write on my reservation request a few weeks ago that I am vegetarian, but to make sure I mentioned it to our server when we arrived at the dinner. It became obvious that they did not have the information. I am not sure if the server did not mention it, or they do not read the reservations that people write down on paper. I give them points for thinking on their feet and kicking out very good samples for me. The favorite of all the people at our table was the corn and ricotta fritter, which was a veg. item anyhow. My plates were visually as good as Bob’s real street food with meat. The ruben sandwich was superb; Mine had kale instead of corned beef. The meal ended with a very light beer that I delivered straight to Bob. We thought the meal and the company, as well as the education we got from the chef and beermeister were well worth the price and the short drive from our home. This is our second theme dinner at Zona. Our new beer drinking buddies at the table had been to dinners there featuring other craft brewers, which they enjoyed. The reasons we will return to Zona 78 for special dinners in the future:
I must interrupt the regularly scheduled program to tell you how much I love this Saudi guy. Humor is by far the best way to make a point, and he does so with brilliant technical quality. Help this song go viral because it is both funny and meaningful right now.
I stayed recently in the town of Burlingame, CA for a 5 day visit to the Bay Area. I chose the spot for the convenience to the airport and the great little guest cottage I had found on air bnb. The dueña is a designer, of both the interior and the landscape kinds. The space and garden are so secluded and private that I enjoyed the instant retreat when I stepped into my yard. I had planned to spend time in San Francisco and the East Bay during my 5 day stay. The CalTrain 6 blocks from my cottage made the transport into town simple and fast. I spent two days without leaving the town of Burlingame because the first was exploration, and the second was enjoying the town with my friend from Berkeley. I was pleased to introduce locals to the fabulous La Corneta Taqueria downtown, where the salsa bar is second to none anywhere. When my friend Donna came to visit she gave me an intuitive reading, which was excellent. After that we just did not feel like going out to town, so we took the advice of the landlady and tried GrubHub for food delivery. While we drank the wine my landlady had provided a nearby Indian restaurant prepared a feast and delivered it to the cottage. We dined in my lovely backyard dining area, savoring the food and the private setting.
The downtown shopping area of Burlingame is full of cute individual businesses and a few key chains like Starbucks. The two extreme star businesses are the PEZ museum, near the train station down town, and Nini’s Cafe, which was only a couple of blocks from my house. Nini’s is the only place in California where you can look around and see absolutely nobody looking at a cell phone. The atmosphere is maintained by three generations of family proprietors who run the business in person, taking very good care of loyal customers. After my giant Popeye omelet, I am now a loyal customer myself. I found the town of Burlingame to have everything I like and nothing that I don’t like. I would recommend the garden cottage to anyone for a layover or a retreat in the San Francisco area. It is charming, extra comfortable, and designed for serene privacy. The neighborhood is just lovely.
On Monday in the Mission District in San Francisco traffic is relatively slow. My friend and I arrived early for a lunch date in order to shop and look around in the area. It turned out to be the perfect off peak time to be there. We found metered street parking right outside the restaurant, set it up for 4 hours, and set off in search of whatever there was to find. We had been told that the area is becoming so hip and gallery filled that regular folks are being priced out of the commercial space. This is kind of true. Upscale art and restaurants, clubs and clothing dot the landscape of the Hispanic neighborhood of the city.
The first stop on our tour was an amazing felt gallery with modern designs and very special material. Peace Industry felt rugs are produced in Turkey. The texture is sturdy but also really soft. I enjoyed feeling the felt under my feet. All sizes are made with designs created especially for this purpose. Fair trade is practiced and the result is amazing merchandise at very fair pricing. I want one still, and have remembered what Dodd Raissnia, the proprietor, told us while we were looking at the pieces in the gallery. The sales tax in San Francisco is about the same as shipping to most US locations, so many of the customers do purchase from home. I still recall how wonderful it feels, and I know it would last for the rest of my life. I may start with one of the small baskets constructed out of pieces of felt just as a warm up. I thought all the pieces were delightfully designed and very well crafted. The stools would be super cozy by the wood stove in winter.
While visiting in California I had an osteopathic adjustment at Celina’s office. I am accustomed to all the best in body work all the time, so I appreciate the careful and professional way she addressed my issues. The only doctor I ever trusted was Dr. Robert Fulford. He practiced only manipulative medicine, as Celina does. Today in the US most DOs (osteopathic physicians) do not use manipulative medicine, but have followed the MDs into pimping for big pharma. I asked Dr. Fulford when he was my doctor what is wrong with most medical practices that they make patients wait and treat them with no respect. I always remember his answer. He said “It is their training.” This is true more than ever.
I experienced loads of negligence while taking care of my parents’ medical issues in their last years. I was shocked by heavier abuse when I volunteered for the VA and saw how the Vets are treated. I have stayed away from all drugs because I think they are the cause and not the cure for most of the folks who are on them. I don’t want to have to go to a doctor who believes drugs are the answer. After the treatment I was inspired to find a real osteopath in Tucson. Lucky for me Teresa Cisler, DO is still in practice here and was trained by Dr. Fulford himself. The goddess of healing provided a cancellation in her schedule so that I may go next Monday to enroll as her patient. Normally she is in such high demand that it takes months to get on the books for time with her. I am so pleased to follow up here at home on the work that Celina began. The treatment and analysis she did with me was pleasurable at the time, but most important is the healing that continues. She was trained in Canada where the osteopaths are still doing osteopathy. In California her work is classified as body work. The reason she stands out as more knowledgeable and professional than most body workers? Is is her training. Sensitivity is developed in the hand to feel pulses, heat, and the tiniest differences in tissues under the skin. By looking at your alignment and gait, then feeling the systems at work she is able to determine what your body needs the most. The focus is on the client, 100%, a rare and very effective strategy for a healer. It worked very well for me.
My 9th great grandmother was the first woman poet to be published in America:
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) is one of the most important figures in the history of American Literature. She is considered by many to be the first American poet, and her first collection of poems, “The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, By a Gentlewoman of Those Parts”, doesn’t contain any of her best known poems, it was the first book written by a woman to be published in the United States. Mrs. Bradstreet’s work also serves as a document of the struggles of a Puritan wife against the hardships of New England colonial life, and in some way is a testament to plight of the women of the age. Anne’s life was a constant struggle, from her difficult adaptation to the rigors of the new land, to her constant battle with illness.
It is clear to see that Anne’s faith was exemplary, and so was her love for children and her husband, Governor Simon Bradstreet. Anne’s poems were written mainly during the long periods of loneliness while Simon was away on political errands. Anne, who was a well educated woman, also spent much time with her children, reading to them and teaching them as her father had taught her when she was young. While it is rather easy for us to view Puritan ideology in a bad light because of it’s attitude towards women and strict moral code, her indifference to material wealth, her humility and her spirituality, regardless of religion, made her into a positive, inspirational role model for any of us.
Another one of Anne’s most important qualities was her strong intuition, although only subtly hinted at in her work, probably for fear of reprisal from the deeply religious Puritan community, one cannot help but feel her constant fascination with the human mind, and spirit, and inner guidance.
Her style is deceptively simple, yet speaks of a woman of high intelligence and ideals who was very much in love, and had unconditional faith. While it was difficult for women to air their views in the 17th Century, Anne Bradstreet did so with ease, as her rich vocabulary and polyvalent knowledge brought a lyrical, yet logical quality to her work which made it pleasant for anyone to read.
Anne Dudley Bradstreet was protected by her father and husband at a time when women were not supposed to think, let alone write poetry. She wrote history as she lived it as an Englishwoman in New England. I visited the University of Arizona Poetry Center this week to see the word shrine for the dead. I was very happy to also find a big blue book by Anne Bradstreet on the shelves. I enjoyed the wonderful space and visited with my ancestor by reading her works for about an hour. I had seen some of the work before, but since I was thinking of ancestry I really enjoyed the note she wrote to her son Simon (brother of my own ancestor). There is a copy preserved in her own hand, which I love to see. It gives me some intuition into her soul’s journey. Being a Pilgrim was not easy, but if your father and husband were governors you had some obvious advantages.
It is a wonderment of synchronicity to find my ancestor’s work preserved at the Poetry Center very near my home where I can go visit and read her any time.