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Tucson Botanical Gardens hosted a demonstration weekend for local designers. The Grow Down is intended to show ways to get big use from small gardens. I attended on Saturday to see how they were doing and watch a demonstration on using shade cloth. I will go back and see the finished designs as well as the winner of the prize. My own prize goes to Realm, the group that was practically finished when the others were still working away on the installation. They show a water harvesting method, bright green fake turf, and vegetables growing in raised beds. This is exactly the kind of water use Tucson needs to cultivate. Go Realm, Grow Down!! You have my vote. The other designs were also very beautiful, but there was nothing to eat.
When spring arrives in the desert it comes on quickly and leaves. We have to get it while we can. The color of the blooms on cactus are extravagant and vivid. The bees are busy and the livin’ is easy, for a very short time….then we sizzle.
I stand corrected about the spa culture in Pennsylvania. It is alive and well in Bedford Springs. The indoor and outdoor pools are heated with mineral spring water. The hotel, now operated by Omni, is an historic building as well as a health resort from another era. The historic Bedford Springs Hotel was a favorite of many presidents of the US. The healing waters were taken internally as well as used in bathing. The existence of 8 different sources makes this a very special location. The revival of the hotel to a glorious state of the art facility warms my heart, and will warm my body in September. I love to visit places that have been in continuous use as health resorts for centuries. They acquire a certain culture that is always interesting and usually healthy too.
As an historic landmark the hotel building has very specific restoration standards. They are exacting. A source of water was discovered during the renovation that is known as Spring Eternal. The new deluxe spa is named after this spring. The large property was purchased by Dr Anderson in 1796 for development as a health center. His approach included diet and exercise as well as use of the healing waters. The inclusion of local botanicals as well as the spring water is still part of the treatments at the fancy new facility. I look forward to taking a dip, wishing the live musicians were still playing at the indoor pool. There is even an herbal steam room..be still my heart.
Investigating the possibilities to spa down in Pennsylvania, the past appeals to me much more than the present. The current favorite for PA visitors is the Hotel at Hershey which has many chocolate ways to do body treatments. Oh dear, was that ever not what I had in mind. I looked for hot springs, which are almost non existent. The one that served as a health spa is now part of a state park near Pittsburgh. In the 1800s it was all the rage to take the waters and seek health in Beaver County. I wish my class reunion in Oakmont could end with a month of water taking, but, alas, that was a different century. This spring was closed in 1912. The lodge burned down in 1932 and was closed for good. The ghost people like it. If my own ancestors had been there I might be more into the hauntedness. What I am seeking is a big pool full of hot mineral water. This does not seem to exist. It looks like the only ones who do spa rituals in Pennsylvania are dead people and folks for whom chocolate is a travel destination…very interesting.
I have been found by a group of people I would never have guessed were looking for me. My classmates from elementary and junior high have tracked me down to invite me to the reunion of the graduation I would have had with them had I not moved. I am blown away in many ways. First, I always admire good detective work. Second, I am touched and pleased and thrilled to be remembered for so long. Third, in am in flashback mode, laughing hysterically. Stories and pictures have been produced that take me back to Oakmont, PA in the 1950’s and early 1960’s. These were very fun, if somewhat unfashionable, times. In the above picture I am in the front row with jazz hands crossed on lap at the left end. Nobody remembers what kind of handicrafts we made. Another sexist ploy like home ec, where I received the one and only D of my academic career for stabbing the seam ripper through the pocket of my apron sewing project. Mrs. Gallashun, you can shove your apron….because I still have it for some perverse reason.
In the photo above I am seated in my Oaks sweater, which was green and white. I am third from the left, leaning conspicuously to the left in some body language clue about my feelings about my fellow cheerleaders. This one is very funny to me because it brings on total recall of the games and the cheers and getting my collar bone broken playing tackle football with the high school boys when my parents were out of town. In fact it brings back floods of nostalgia and appreciation for the really excellent place we had to live as kids. We had Roberto Clemente, and life was very easy.
These are the people with whom I built snow forts, went sledding, ice skated, sang, baton twirled, and played dodge ball. These are the people who taught me to speak with a very heavy accent I no longer have, but do enjoy hearing. I am into the Amish Mafia on TV because I like to hear them talk. I can’t believe they have changed so much, but still sound the same. The Oakmonters are having a party which includes a tour of the high school, which happens to be the same building where I went to elementary school, two blocks from my house. I think I have to go. I think the past is calling loudly, and I have to answer. It is just too funny.
My 9th grandfather was a founder of the town of East Greenwich, Rhode Island. I am excited to find that in Warwick, RI there is an historical village of Pawtuxet where I will be able to visit the Malachi Rhodes home. It will be a huge thrill. I love preserved history, and am so pleased that the Rhode Islanders decided to preserve entire villages of Rhode’s stuff. The village is the oldest in the US, and contains historic buildings that model the past. This will be my kind of village because the Rhodes are not the only family to whom I am related. Ghost tourism at the highest levels will be savored. These people still dress up and guard the village with a militia..can’t wait!!
Malachi Rhodes (1650 – 1682)
is my 9th great grandfather
Malachi Rhodes (1676 – 1714)
Son of Malachi
Dorothy Rhoades (1705 – 1705)
Daughter of Malachi
MARGARET HAMMETT (1721 – 1753)
Daughter of Dorothy
Benjamin Sweet (1722 – 1789)
Son of MARGARET
Paul Sweet (1762 – 1836)
Son of Benjamin
Valentine Sweet (1791 – 1858)
Son of Paul
Sarah LaVina Sweet (1840 – 1923)
Daughter of Valentine
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
Son of Sarah LaVina
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
Son of Jason A
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
Son of Ernest Abner
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden
The the P’s have served me well as a guide since I first saw them on a sign in a panyard in Port of Spain, Trinidad. I hung out at the Neal and Massey Trinidad All Stars yard in the early 1980’s. I took my video camera and shot the practice sessions. I adored the look as well as the sound of the steel drum. The panman was just leaving the shadows of Trini society in the 1980’s. The Despers, The All Stars, and some other very old steel bands were representing very hard neighborhoods in Port of Spain. The idea that you could build an instrument out of an oil barrel and make a professional orchestra of people who did not read music was not yet considered to be a fine art by everyone.
I had some of the best times of my life at that yard. I remember Dane Gulston for his artistry and also his super friendly attitude. He was very young, but was already indoctrinated with the discipline of the All Stars. Dedication and cooperation are the ingredients needed to win in Panorama and in life. Today Pantrinbago oversees educational programs and the nation is proud of their indigenous instrument. Brooklyn has a large contingent of the best musicians for at least part of the year. In the above solo Dane ably demonstrates the benefits of practicing the three P’s.
Birth: Feb. 15, 1609KempstonBedfordshire, England
Death: Sep. 2, 1677NewportNewport CountyRhode Island, USA
Frances Latham (Dungan Clarke Vaughn) is known as the “Mother of Governors”. Her third husband was the Reverent William Vaughn. She had four children by her first husband; from the descendants of these children are many distinquished statesmen. There are seven children born of her second marriage, and these too have given many governors to the country. Each one of Frances Latham Clarke’s sons served his country, or church, with public service, and each daughter married men who did the same. “She was undoubtedly a very attractive woman, her three marriages would indicate. One can only imagine the gathering of distinquished men and women in the “Common Burial Ground” of Newport when Frances Vaughn, recently widowed for the third time was laid in her grave.There was her eldest Clarke son, then governor, her daughter Mary, with her husband, then Deputy-Governor John Cranston and later governor; and their son Samuel, who before the century closed would also be governor; her daughter Sarah, sometime the wife of Governor Caleb Carr; Barbara with her husband, James Baker, to be chosen the next year as deputy governor; Frances and her husband, Major Randall Holden, ancestors of several of Rhode Island’s governors and one of Washington: Weston Clarke, then attorney-general; James, Latham, and Jeremiah Clarke, with their sons and daughters, and Rev. Thomas Dungan, who perhaps was the one to say the last sacred words over his mother’s grave “Mother of Governors”Her father was Sargeant Falconer Lewis Latham to King Charles I.Children not listed below: John Dungan (died young), William Dungan, Frances Dungan Holden, Elizabeth Dungan (died young), Walter Clarke, Latham Clarke and Jeremiah Clarke Spouses: Married four times1st Lord Weston2nd William Dungan3rd Capt. Jerimah Clark4th Rev. William Vaughn Family links: Spouses: William Dungan (1606 – 1636) Jeremy Clarke (1605 – 1652) Children: Barbara Dungan Barker (1628 – 1677)* Thomas Dungan (1635 – 1688)* Mary Clarke Stanton (1640 – 1711)* Weston Clarke (1648 – 1730)* James Clarke (1649 – 1736)* Sarah Clarke Pinner Carr (1651 – 1706)* Inscription:Here Lyeth ye Body of Mrs. Frances Vaughn, Alias Clarke, ye mother of ye only children of Capt’n Jeremiah Clarke. She died ye 1 Week in Sept. 1677 in ye 67th year of her age.” Burial:Common Burying Ground NewportNewport CountyRhode Island, USA.
Jeremiah Clarke, my 10th great grandfather, nickname Jeremy Clarke, b. 1605 in East Farleigh, Kent, England, d. Jan 1652 in Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island, buried in Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island, resided 1638 in Aquidneck and Portsmouth.
Newport County, Rhode Island, resided 1640 in Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island, immigrated ABOUT 1637 in (Probably) Rhode Island, event in Member of Lincoln’s Inn ?, military Captain, occupation 1647 – 1649 Treasurer of Rhode Island, occupation 1648 Acting Governor of the colony. From the Plantagenet Ancestry book, it’s not clear whether it was Jeremiah Clarke or Thomas that was a member of Lincoln’s Inn. “Jeremy Clarke, baptised East Farleigh, Kent 1 Dec. 1605, emigrated about 1637, resided Newport, Rhode Island, freeman 16 Mar.1640/1, treasurer of Rhode Island; buried Newport 11 mo., [Jan.] 1651/2;married, in England, about 1637 to Frances (Lathaum) Dungan, baptised at Kepston, Co. Bedford, 15 Feb. 1609/10, died September 1677, buried Newport, widow of Thomas Dungan, Gent., of Lincoln’s Inn, Middlesex, and daughter of Lewis Latham, Gent., Sergeant Falconer to King Charles I, by his wife Elizabeth. She married, third, before 18 Jan. 1656 to Rev. William Vaughan, died on or before 2 Sep 1677.” Arms of Jeremy Clarke: Gold on a bend engrailed azure a cinqfoil of the field. Note: maybe the arms for father William.) East Farleigh has a fine medieval bridge over which General Fairfax marched in 1648 to the Battle of Maidstone. Jeremiah may have died 11 Jan 1651. He married Frances LATHAM, married ABOUT 1637 in England.
Space and time are the first two elements of fine festivity. A party, gentle reader, must have room to breathe and become what it wants to be. One can always have impeccable timing if one takes time to consider the elements and the goals. My party in Providence, RI is to celebrate with the living and the dead. I will visit some of my ancestors who lived there in the early 1600’s and discover people who live there now. For me , this is an excellent balance. I like both groups equally.
The city contains historic buildings and museums that will please me a great deal, but I have also perceived some excellent night life and party opportunities downtown. I will visit Plymouth Colony, Martha’s Vineyard, and the Wampanoag village before returning to Providence to party. I will probably need a day to myself in the Rhode Island School of Design Museum, after which I believe I will feel like painting Rhode Island red (a little rooster humor). I love nothing better than historic architecture put to modern artful uses. I am highly attracted to the whole state because it is so tiny and well preserved. It appears to have fabulous taste and a high fun factor, not to mention a history of wealth and power. I am looking forward to discovering what Providence has in store for me.