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Thankful This November

November 3, 2015 3 Comments

 

apples and pumpkin

apples and pumpkin

The month of November is a gateway to winter and festivities. In Tucson we have had a very mild warm fall season with generous amounts of rain. It is predicted to be an El Nino winter which will bring additional rain to the dessert.  Our desert is green and lush right now and the weather has been superb for a string of lovely outdoor parties and events.  We look forward to a neighborhood pot luck gathering this weekend to savor the place and the people where we live.  This is the season to be jolly outside in Arizona.  It is perfect for bike riding grilling or hiking.

At this time of year we switch wardrobes and perhaps change our activities.  I began a tradition of cleaning and clearing for the holiday season last year.  The big purge of wardrobe items was by far the best gift I gave myself because it keeps on giving in the form of a happy closet. This year I have fewer things to discard, but am taking a look at using and appreciating absolutely everything I own.  There is no reason to store and care for stuff that no longer is useful.  I also need to be aware of all the memberships and subscriptions I have that need to be  rationalized.  I need to evaluate to be sure I am not over cluttering my membership reality.  Like clothing in the closet, if subscriptions are crammed in and too crowded they will not be noticed or appreciated.

This Thanksgiving I want to feel grateful for my extreme good fortune without creating too much waste.  I want to prepare highly gourmet cuisine for the whole month that thrills, satisfies, and does not end up in the compost bin.  I have improved my food prep skills to avoid waste but can still step up my game. I still need to cut down on portion size for the two of us.  I believe that pulling off a month of healthy tasty meals we both enjoy will be a better use of my talents than making one big meal with too many leftovers.  We like to go to Govinda’s vegetarian buffet for the Thanksgiving meal because it is good and you can usually have a photo shoot with a live turkey on the patio.  That sets me free to find ways to make the rest of the month delicious. If you have any seasonal recipes you want to share, please send them this way.  I will be cooking up a storm, just not an excess.  Stay grateful, gentle reader.

blood oranges

blood oranges

squash and tomatoes

squash and tomatoes

 

John Woods, 10th Great-Grandfather

October 31, 2015 1 Comment

 

Woods Coat of Arms

Woods Coat of Arms

My tenth great-grandfather was  born Feb. 6, 1610, in England.  He died July 10, 1678, Marlborough, MA.

John WOODS, a pin-maker by trade, arrived in America at age 26 in 1635 aboard the ‘Hopewell,’ and first settled at Salem, MA, but removed to Sudbury, MA by 1638, becoming a proprietor there in 1639. He was admitted freeman on May 10, 1642, and received several Sudbury land grants through 1655. After Marlborough was formed in 1660, John sold his property at Sudbury and relocated to Marlborough, where he had been granted land and served in various town offices. On Apr. 4, 1664, he deposed that he was about age 54. His will, dated Nov. 26, 1677 and proved Oct. 1, 1678, names his wife Mary, his three sons, daughter Katherine, son-in-law John BELLOWS, and grandchild Hannah LEVINS. The inventory of his estate, on Jul. 19, 1678 at £303.03.07, mentions son-in-law Joseph NEWTON. Married about 1633.

John Woods (1610 – 1678)
is my 10th great grandfather
John Woods (1641 – 1716)
son of John Woods
Lydia Woods (1672 – 1738)
daughter of John Woods
Lydia Eager (1696 – 1735)
daughter of Lydia Woods
Mary Thomas (1729 – 1801)
daughter of Lydia Eager
Joseph Morse III (1756 – 1835)
son of Mary Thomas
John Henry Morse (1775 – 1864)
son of Joseph Morse III
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of John Henry Morse
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

 

Chile, Spice, and Everything Nice

October 29, 2015 1 Comment

No visit to Santa Cruz County, Arizona would be complete without a stop at the Santa Cruz Chile and Spice Company.  In the old days the products were more limited to the local chile powder and paste.  Now that hot sauce and chile in general is a huge trend the store stocks hot sauce and spices from around the world.  The selection includes jellies, sauces and a large number of dried spices.  I had always used the old fashioned red chile paste from this company to make my enchiladas.  Now they make several kinds of chile paste.  I picked up a jar of green chile and garlic paste for our holiday enchiladas this season.  The sample was delicious and who doesn’t need to shake things up with tried and true recipes like sour cream enchiladas?  The chile makes all the difference.

Outside the store there are displays of many of the old pieces of equipment used in the past to process chiles.  Even those who don’t care for spicy food will enjoy a visit to this tasty and tasteful historic business.

chile ristras

chile ristras

chile ristras

chile ristras

Tumacacori National Historical Park

October 28, 2015 1 Comment

 

Padre Kino

Padre Kino

Padre Kino

Padre Kino

I initiated my new fabulous senior pass for the national parks yesterday at Tumacacori.  It was a full moon night and a special program was presented. The park reopens a few times a year to let the public experience the place after dark.  The ranger was a wonderfully knowledgeable presenter who showed a lot of pride in her position.  This is a unique park because it preserves history of a mission that was abandoned.  The original mission was founded by Padre Kino, who visited a couple of times before he died, but had little contact with the locals.  He became popular by gifting the natives with seeds, animals and trees.  Mission land was granted for the natives to use, but not trade or sell.  Success through new agriculture was the main selling point used by the missionaries.  By farming within the mission walls the crops were protected from wildlife and livestock grazing in the area. Crops and animals were introduced that provided food in seasons when native plant harvests were scarce.

Kino was a member of the Jesuit order, which would eventually be banished from New Spain by the king.  The Franciscans took over the place, but when Mexico won independence the funds no longer flowed from Spain.  The missionaries moved north to Mission San Javier del Bac, which is still in use today as a Catholic church.  The abandoned site sat empty until the National Park Service took over.

The full moon tour was an exciting and authentic way to honor this historic place by learning about the past.  I learned many new facts that make me curious to learn more and return in the future to take in this very special atmosphere.  I plan to make the most of my senior pass by checking out all the national parks in Arizona.  I will have many happy travels in the future by tuning into programs and events such as the one we enjoyed yesterday as a day trip .  If you know a senior (62 or over) who does not yet have a pass, this would make the very best of holiday gifts. It works for a whole car load of visitors.  You only need one senior pass per car for free entry for all passengers.  Maybe it is time to start traveling with a senior on board.

Arizona is full of scenic places with ancient civilizations.  We are privileged to have  such a rich cultural and natural tradition surrounding us.  Now that I am loaded with my lifetime park pass I will be taking full advantage of it.

candle lanterns

candle lanterns

altar in the church

altar in the church

park ranger and Padre Kino

park ranger and Padre Kino

Stay Calm, Restore Balance

October 26, 2015 2 Comments

look up

look up

Life can throw challenging circumstances and people into the mix at any time. Our own composure and resilience is our biggest investment because the quality of our time is tied to it. The sayings on tee shirts about keeping calm then doing something are not only comical but are also practical. We can hardly accomplish our best work if we are flipping out about something.  Remaining calm in the face of tense situations is an accomplishment.  We need personal tool boxes ready to employ when stress becomes hard to handle.  Although many practices work, the tools must be tailored to the individual.  What lifts my mood might not be fun for you, so this takes some discernment. Packing the right tools for the job requires concentration as well as honesty.  You need to know not only what will work for you but also what you will actually practice.

Meditation takes many forms, not all of which require sitting still. Walking meditation and mindfulness training are both active ways to keep moving while training the mind to focus and stay clear.  Mantras, chanting and other sounds are excellent tools to anchor the mind.  Formal training is wonderful, but we don’t need to wait to start a practice.  Artistic expression provides simple straightforward access to the unconscious.  Making art requires a special sensibility, a focus on creativity that is strong.  Tapping into the inner artist is a way to train the mind and liberate the soul.

look up

look up

Here are a few ways I find inner peace and concentration through art:

  • Visits to museums and gardens
  • Photography
  • Digital drawing and art
  • Freestyle freehand doodling on paper
  • Dancing at home by myself
  • Singing while dancing at home by myself
  • Poetry writing
  • Cooking
  • Gardening
look up

look up

I have no professional aspirations as an artist, yet I consider myself artistic.  I am not meditative 100% of the time I engage in the above activities, but  frequently they lead to a calmer happier state of mind.  I believe each of us has essential creative gifts to offer which we have the option to develop.  Finding time to immerse ourselves in our own creative juices can be a path to peace and happiness.

look up

look up

Iora Health, the Zappos of Primary Care

October 22, 2015 6 Comments


I am in luck that a new model for Medicare patients has come to my neighborhood.  Today Iora Primary Care opened a new practice very close to my home.  My health insurance agent told me about this new practice that operates in a revolutionary way.  I was invited to the ribbon cutting this morning that was well attended and very festive.  Dr. Rushika Fernandopulle and some of the senior staff of the company flew out to Tucson from Boston, the site of the home office.  The day had started with a heavy downpour and thunderstorm, but the weather cleared in time for an excellent party, some brief speeches, an official proclamation by the mayor of Tucson, and a ceremonial ribbon cutting to launch the business.  A fine time was had by all.  I sat down with Dr. Fernandopulle later this afternoon to learn more about our new local health care option.  He has some great ideas.

His model was born partly from frustration in his American practice of primary care and partly from experience working around the world.  By observing what works well with low or no tech he has crafted a system that takes advantage of good relationships first.  The team approach makes the best use of both the patient and the doctor’s time.  The office has a casual feel to it, and all the employees I met are enthusiastic about their jobs.  I think Rushika is right that the synergy of culture is what distinguishes this medical practice from all others.  I am very pleased to be given this choice for my Medicare coverage.

Rushika

Rushika

Julie

Julie

healthy spread

healthy spread

Mission Gardens in Tucson

October 19, 2015 1 Comment

Half Moon Beer

Half Moon Beer

Mission Garden

Mission Garden

gourd crop

gourd crop

adobe ramada

adobe ramada

irrigation system

irrigation system

Regina Romero, City Council

Regina Romero, City Council

historic crops

historic crops

A Mountain

A Mountain

Missy the party cow

Missy the party cow

Bob dining in the garden

Bob dining in the garden

sunset dining in the garden

sunset dining in the garden

sunset dining in the garden

sunset dining in the garden

The Friends of Tucson’s Birthplace held a fine dinner party in the garden yesterday.  Our historic Mission Garden has been rebuilt in the original site close to the Santa Cruz River.  The agricultural heritage of the location is ancient.  The garden is being developed as a living museum preserving original species grown by the Spanish colonial conquistadors who built the San Augustin Mission.  The orchard of stone fruits, citrus, quince and figs is growing strong and bearing fruit.  Gardens of okra, corn, chiles and other native crops thrive within the walls of the preserved site.

Local chefs were invited to create specialties for the Farm to Table event.  We were excited to taste the food and also to get to tour the gardens.  Musicians were hired to play throughout the space, which added an artistic note to the already splendid surroundings. The city councilwoman from that ward spoke briefly about the importance of agricultural history and her own family’s collection of historic recipes.  All the food was over the top creative and fresh.  My partner Bob enjoyed the grass fed beef and the buffalo chile, but most of the dishes served were vegetarian.  Drinks were served with dinner,  but for an extra fee we enjoyed a specialty beer brewed from organic wheat grown from preserved species.  The beer tasted fantastic, and sold out quickly.

The event was a success for all involved.  The chefs, no doubt, won some new fans with their creative concoctions.  The garden certainly is a place we will plan to visit again in the future.  In fact we may go to the quince festival next weekend at which we would have chance to win a special antique Spanish heirloom variety quince tree.  The quince crop is ripe and abundant in the orchard, looking very pretty.  The beauty and history preserved in this spot is a great asset to the city, and will only improve with time.

Hedonism vs Addiction

October 18, 2015 1 Comment

The hedonist archetype is both admired and disrespected in our society. We receive mixed messages about fun, enjoyment, and merchandise.  “How much is too much?”, is a question we are in the process of answering.  During our holiday season excess is encouraged in all things.  We see images of over decorating, over eating, over indulging in sweets and alcohol as mandates to celebrate with certain products.  If we give in to the marketing engines we will let our health and finances go in order to buy holiday goods.  There is a fine line between genuine appreciation that brings joy and repetitive addictive habits that have flatlined.  The solution is not to give up pleasure or fine things in life.  To find balance we each need to find our own specific definitions of pleasure.  We also need to monitor exactly how much pleasure is still left in long standing habits.  We may be fooling ourselves sometimes.

Since I am a hedonist in the first house it is important for me to evaluate and stay aware of the ways in which I indulge myself.  I am attached to sensuality and leisure which could easily lead to lack of discernment.  In order to stay healthy I must stay clear about how much time, money and effort I spend to feel good.  A feeling of wellbeing and good energy is the reward for putting health first.  The shadow hedonist is like the cartoon red devil sitting on a shoulder acting as the conscience.  This little delusion devil is persuasive. The dark side of hedonism is ironically anhedonia.  The pursuit of pleasure to one’s detriment eventually results in a complete inability to experience pleasure.  Addictions that require treatment are common now in America.   What starts as a good time ends frequently in heartache.

When you think of the hedonist does someone you know come to mind?  Do you recognize a hedonist in yourself?  Calibrate the Fun-O-Meter to make sure you are still having some.

 

Parts We Play

October 15, 2015

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

William Shakespeare sets out seven ages of man in this monologue from As You Like it.  Carl Jung used characters as archetypes to describe the different aspects of one human life.  These archetypes are played out in ancient Greek drama and mythology.  From biblical proverbs to modern fiction characters based on eternal qualities of humanity are employed to tell stories.  We embody different characters during our journey toward the end of life, sometimes joyous and other times somber.  We act as students and as guides, as teachers and as pilgrims.  Our energies are spent on our greatest passions, and we become known for our most obvious traits.  Both our view of the world and the world’s view of us is constantly changing. The way we relate to one group may be different from the way we act toward another one.

Before we die we play parts that we have never considered.  The soul is intricate and connected to the past as well as the future.  Spirit and soul demand that our basic clay be sculpted into figures that arise from our dreams. The figures are fired in a kiln of experience and discernment.   We are asked to step out on a ledge of unknowing in order to satisfy our inner longings. Some of our feelings come from the ancestors and some from our society.  By observing our inner lives we can make the acquaintance of our own archetypes at work.  By looking into patterns from the past and present we may notice how we fit into the story with other archetypes, the other players on the stage with us.

October is time for costuming and honoring the dead.  Let us notice which characters cross our paths, and which ones we are playing.  We are the casting directors of our own dramas….scary, isn’t it?

miniature Halloween

miniature Halloween

 

 

Robert Andrew Pickens, 8th Great-Grandfather

October 14, 2015 1 Comment

Pickens Coat of Arms

Pickens Coat of Arms

My 8th great-grandfather was born in 1644 in France.  He died in 1700 in
County Limerick, Ireland.  He was a Protestant who fled from religious persecution in France.

Robert Andrew Pickens (1644 – 1699)
is my 8th great grandfather
William Henry Pickens (1670 – 1735)
son of Robert Andrew Pickens
Andrew Sr Pickens (1699 – 1756)
son of William Henry Pickens
Jean Pickens (1738 – 1824)
daughter of Andrew Sr Pickens
Margaret Miller (1771 – 1853)
daughter of Jean Pickens
Philip Oscar Hughes (1798 – 1845)
son of Margaret Miller
Sarah E Hughes (1829 – 1911)
daughter of Philip Oscar Hughes
Lucinda Jane Armer (1847 – 1939)
daughter of Sarah E Hughes
George Harvey Taylor (1884 – 1941)
son of Lucinda Jane Armer
Ruby Lee Taylor (1922 – 2008)
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor

 

The following information was compiled by Mrs. Wendell Pickens, Costa Mesa, California.
The old, old story of Robert Pickens I, handed down to us by tradition, tells us that in the last half of the seventeenth century there was a man in France, probably of Scottish birth, by the name of Robert Pickens, who, it is said, held an official position as Chief Justice of the Court, and who was probably a Protestant of the Presbyterian Church. In this account of the Pickens family, he will be known to us as Robert Pickens I.
The name of his wife has been handed down to us as Esther Jane Bonneau, who, it is said, was a widow, possessing unusual beauty and was of the Huguenot faith.
When the Edict of Nantes was unwisely and unjustly revoked 22 October 1685, the persecution of the Protestants in France became so intense that large numbers of useful, as well as rich inhabitants of France, were forced to leave their native land and seek a place of safety in other countries where their industry, wealth and skill found a hearty reception. Robert Pickens I and his wife, with a large number of other refugees, fled to Scotland leaving France by way of La Rochelle, a fortified city of about eighteen thousand people, on the west coast of France.
We do not know how long Robert Pickens I lived in Scotland; but, after a time, we find his living at Limerick, Ireland, where he was living at the end of the seventeenth century.
We have no record of how many children Robert Pickens I had; but tradition tells us that at least three sons came to America to seek their fortunes in the New World, which at that time was being settled.
The names of the three sons of Robert Pickens I, who, we were told came to America, were: Andrew Pickens, John Pickens, Robert Pickens. We do not know the dates of birth of Andrew and John Pickens, but Robert Pickens was born at Limerick, Ireland, in 1697. It is known that these three brothers came to America; but is believed they did not come at the same time, because they did not settle at the same place in the New World. Robert Pickens I and his wife, it is said, were buried at Limerick, Ireland.

A son of Andrew [aka Andre’ Picon] and Isobell (Matthisone) Picken(s), Robert [aka Rob’ert Andre’ Picon] married widow Lady Ester Jeanne (le Benoit) le Bonneau in 1665 in La Rochelle, Charente-Maritime, France.

Known child:
1) William Henry Picken(s) (1669-1735), m: Margaret Pike.

NOTE: This ancestor is still being researched. Available sources have some conflicting information, but the facts seem to hold up that the Pickens family was originally from Ireland by way of Scotland. At some point, some family members fled to France and records show a French spelling of the name; i.e. Henri’ Picon. Some members were actually born in France during this time period, which most likely caused the confusion of ancestral roots.

Excerpt from General Andrew Pickens (1739-1817) letter to General Lee in 1811:
“There seems to be some support for the claim that one ROBERT PICON, a Scotchman or Briton at the court of France was a Protestant who fled from Scotland in 1661 to avoid persecution of Charles II. In France he is said to have married Madam Jean Bonneau, also a Protestant. They fled France after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes by King Louis XIV in 1685. Tradition continues that they went to Scotland, later to North Ireland.”

Miss Eliza Pickens, a gr-granddaughter of General Andrew Pickens, in a paper prepared for D.A.R., said: “General Andrew Pickens’ first home was in Bucks Co PA. The Pickens were French Huguenots and left France after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes by King Louis XIV in 1685. General Pickens’ gr-grandfather, Robert Pickens held a good position in France and with every inducement to remain, but he refused to live under Roman Catholic rule. He married an accomplished young widow, Madam Bonneau.”