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The Roman goddess of forethought, Providentia, represents the ability to use foresight in human affairs. People study trends in markets today with extreme gravity. Currency exchanges, Bitcoin, and all participants in commerce want to know where markets will go in the future. We know nothing in commerce is static; Graphs and charts can advise us about momentum and direction. There is still an element of divine providence in all transactions, acknowledged or not.
Providentia is a philosophical element, a force, a power. A combination of study and meditation is required to make prudent plans for the future. We may not know what will happen, but if we quiet our mind and listen rather than busy ourselves to distraction, we develop awareness that can guide us. Her image has been used on coins to show that the coin itself is a symbolic gesture. Abundance, wealth, and good fortune all depend on the whim of providence. You can plan to engage this energy by:
In order to trust in providence one must be in touch with it. Remember times when you received surprise support and encouragement, or a special financial windfall. The element of surprise can be used to spread your good luck. Look for ways to use your resources to uplift the lives of others.
Memories, traditions, and the ghost of Christmas Past visit everyone this time of year. Sometimes it is sad to compare the reality of rushing, spending, gifting, and manic activity with an ideal celebration to honor this time. Nostalgia for earlier times is not helpful in bringing about a better spirit of sharing now. How can we contribute to a brighter, more uplifting celebration?
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My 12th great-grandfather was born in Sandwich, MA, on Cape Cod, in 1623. He served as a constable in Sandwich. There is some confusion about Myles Black/Michael Blackwell records in Sandwich, which seem to indicate they are one in the same man:
Title: MICHAEL BLACKWELL OF SANDWICH, MASS. (c. 1620-1710)
URL: http://members.dencity.com/ccblack/genealogy/micheal.html
Author: LYDIA B. (PHINNEY) BROWNSON, Of Duxbury, Mass. and MACLEAN W. MCLEAN, Of Pittsburgh, Pa
No attempt has been made by the present writers to investigate possible connections between Michael Blackwell and others of the name in England or America. It certainly would be interesting to know whether the Sandwich family was in any way related to the Rulling Elder Francis Blackwell of the Separatist Church whose recantation William Bradford criticized. Actually it is by no means certain that the family name was originally Blackwell. The Sandwich list of men between 16 and 60 able to bear arms in 1643 includes one Myles Black. James Savage in his Genealogical Dictionary of The First Settlers in New England, 1860, vol. 1, p. 191, says “hardly can I doubt that this man called by Savage
“Michael or Myles Blackwell” is he designated in the Col. list of those able to bear arms 1643, as Miles Black” (THE REGISTER, vol. 4, p. 257,
July 1850). This Question puzzled also Thomas Spooner, the compiler of the Memorial of William Spooner, 1871, who corresponded with the Rev. Frederick Freeman author of The History of Cape Cod, 1858. Spooner quotes Freeman as saying: “The Blackwells of Sandwich were generally called Black. Even since my remembrance the latter name was used for those who wrote the name Blackwell and in some early instances of recorthe same Liberty was taken. The progenitor himself is in one instance at least on record as Black” (p: 60:61 footnotes.It seems to us that the evidence, while not conclusive, strongly suggesthat Miles Black and Michael Blackwell were one and the same person. The reader may speculate for himself from the data available. Conclusive proof of identity doubtless would have been found in the Barnstable County land records, but these were destroyed in the 1827 fire. Fortunately Michael Blackwell and his son, and grandsons left wills and probate records which are unusually complete. The earliest reference we find has to do with Miles Blacke who was a creditor in the amount of 7 shillings due from the estate of William Swift, Sr., 29 Jan. 1642 (Plymouth Colony Probate, Liber 1, p. 44, in May. Des., 8:170, December 1900). This first reference, by the way, poses a second problem of confusion of identities, namely.the fact that there was in New England early date a gentleman of some wealth and influence called “Mr. John Blackwell.” This complication will be discussed under the account of John Blackwell. For the moment it is enough to point out the really extraordinary co-incidence that the Swift estate should have been indebted to both Miles Black of Sandwich and to “Mr. Blackwell,” since so far as we can find the latter was of Boston and co. Middlesex, England, and had no interest in Sandwich.In 1643 Miles Black’s name appears on the list of Sandwich men aged between 16 and 60, able to bear arms (The Register, Op. Cit.), but
Michael Blackwell’s name does not appear. Yet 7 June 1648 “Mycaell Blackwell” served on the grand inquest; and the following October “Micaell Blackwell” served as grand juror in the infanticide case of
Alice Bishop (Nathaniel B. Shurtleff, ed., Records of the Colony of New Plymouth . . . , 2:134, cf. p. 124, where his name appears as Mycaell Blackwell). An agreement was made 17 Jan. 1652 by the town of Sandwich “with Daniel Wing & Michael Blackwell for the taking of fish in Herring River” (Frederick Freeman, “Annals of Sandwich” in his History of Cape Cod, 1858, 2:50).
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“Myles Blacke” was appointed, 3 June 1656, constable of Sandwich (Shurtleff, op. cit., 3: 100). On the 1658 list of Sandwich land holders the name of Michaell Blackwell appears, but not that of Miles Black
(Freeman, op. cit., 2:59). Yet it would seem unlikely that the town’s constable was not a land owner. It is interesting to note here that this Miles Black or Blackwell held the post of Constable in Sandwich
immediately preceding the inauguration in 1657 of what Amos Otis called “a system of terrorism” there, under the enthusiastic leadership of the notorious Sandwich Marshall George Barlow, to whom the Colony Court gave “full power to act as constable in all things in the town of Sandwich” (C.- F. Swift, Genealogical Notes of Barnstable Families, 1888, p. 258-259). No reference is made anywhere that we have seen which would indicate that Black or Blackwell was involved in persecution of the Quakers in this period, though the Blackwell family seems to have been active members of the Sandwich Congregational Church, and not to have had family connections with the Quaker element.
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On 13 June 1660 “A parcell of meadow was granted to Myles BIacke att Mannomett.” And in the following March he and Thomas Burges, Sr., were brought to court for fraudulently obtaining meadow land there (Shurtlefop. cit., 3:194, 208). These entries are perhaps significant in view of the fact that Michael Blackwell’s will refers to land adjoyning Jacob Burges, principal heir to Thomas Burges, Sr.
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We come now to two entries which refer to “Myles Blackwell.” The first shows that “Myles Blackwell” served on the Grand jury 4 Oct. 1664 (Shurtleff, op. cit., 7: 1 19). The second shows that Myls Blackwell was chosen surveyor of highways in Sandwich 3 June 1668. Oddly enough the same source shows that Miacaell Blackwell served on the Grand Jury 5 Ju 1667 (ibid., 4:148, 181). Micacll Blackwell served 5 June 1671 on a committee “to view damage done to the Indians by the horses and hoggs of the English” (ibid.-, 5:62).
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In 1672 “Mr. Edmund Freeman Senr., William Swift, Thomas Wing Senr., Thomas Dexter Senr., Michaell Blackwell & William Newland were constituted a committee to go forward in settling & confirming the bounof the township with the Sachem of Mannomet . . .” (Freeman, op. cit., 2:67). Joseph Burges petitioned the Court, 5 June 1673, regarding “a way that goes through lands of Myles Blackwell … att Sandwich” (Shurtleff, op. cit., 5:116). The list of “all those who have just rights to the priviledges of the Town” in 1675 shows Michaell Blackwell and his son John Blackwell, and does -not show a Miles Black (Freeman, op. cit., 2:68) In 1680 Michaell Blackwell served once more on the Grand Inquest
and in 1672 he took the inventory of the estate of Edmund Freeman. His will shows that he deeded land in 1705 to his son Joshua and it is to be inferred that he had done the same for his elder son.
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His will is of considerable genealogical value. Firstly, it proves that Michael Blackwell’s wife had predeceased him. It seems strange that there is not the slightest reference to the wife of either Miles Black or Michael Blackwell. Secondly, the testator in his intense desire to be the founder of a dynasty patterned upon the model of the landed gentold England gives proof of one or two relationships which otherwise would
have remained obscure, as will be seen. The Sandwich vital records in the town hall are copies of the originals. The entry of Michael Blackwell’s death reads 6 January, the date of the year having been torn away, but the careful copy made by the late George E. Bowman of the Massachusetts Society of Mayflower Descendants notes that 1710 was added – in pencil, and as we now see, this notation is correct (May. Des., 29: 22 footnote, January 1931). With the exception of the son Michael, no dates of the births or baptisms of Michael Blackwell’s children have been found. The order of birth of the sons is clear from the father’s will, although the daughter Jane (whose husband was born in 1644) may have be older than Michael.
Michael Blackwell (1623 – 1709)
is my 12th great grandfather
John Blackwell (1645 – 1688)
son of Michael Blackwell
Elizabeth Blackwell (1662 – 1691)
daughter of John Blackwell
Thomas Baynard (1678 – 1732)
son of Elizabeth Blackwell
Deborah Baynard (1720 – 1791)
daughter of Thomas Baynard
Mary Horney (1741 – 1775)
daughter of Deborah Baynard
Esther Harris (1764 – 1838)
daughter of Mary Horney
John H Wright (1803 – 1850)
son of Esther Harris
Mary Wright (1816 – 1873)
daughter of John H Wright
Emiline P Nicholls (1837 – )
daughter of Mary Wright
Harriet Peterson (1856 – 1933)
daughter of Emiline P Nicholls
Sarah Helena Byrne (1878 – 1962)
daughter of Harriet Peterson
Olga Fern Scott (1897 – 1968)
daughter of Sarah Helena Byrne
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Olga Fern Scott
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
When he died he owned quite a bit of land around Sandwich:
Michael Blackwell’s will, dated 29 Nov 1709 of “Michael Blackwell of Sandwich” gives “… unto my grand son John Blackwell, the eldest son of my son John Blackwell, deceased, all those lands, marsh and meadow ground . . . in the town of Sandwich, lying on the Northeasterly side of Skussett River . . . on part of which upland ye dwelling house of my sd. Grand son now standeth . . . adjoyning in part upon the messuage in ye tenour or occupation of Jacob Burges . . . as well as one parcell of meadow lying adjoyning Jireh Swift . . . and by the land of Irish Swift . . . on condition that my said grand son John Blackwell dye leaveing a male heire surviving, lawfully begotton of his own bodie. And that he do also pay unto Caleb Blackwell his naturall brother, the sum of 5 pounds . . . And if it shall so happen” (that said John dies without a male heir, then the testator directs the youngest brother Nathaniel, shall inherit). The will then provides that if John Blackwell survives his brothers, Caleb and Nathaniel, and finally die without male issue, the then male children of my son Joshua Blackwell shall inherit all. “Item: . . . unton my grand son Benjamin Gibbs, on half part of all upland at Waynonsett . . . lands in Sandwich adjoying land formerly belonging to John Gibbs and other lands in Sandwich and lands I formerly bought of Robert Bartlett in Plymouth township. Item: . . . unto my grand son Samuel Blackwell, son on my son Joshua Blackwell, the other half of my lands before given to Benjamin Gibbs. Item: . . . unto my daughter Jane Gibbs, that nine pounds which her husband formerly borrowed and me and which he yet oweth to me. Item: . . . unto the three sons and six daughters of my son Joshua Blackwell or to so many of them as shall survive mee, all that shall remain of my personal estate . . . to be equally divided between them. Item: . . . to my said son Joshua Blackwell the other half of my land that I bought of Robert Bartlett . . . and I do confirm unto him and unto his son Michael Blackwell all those lands, swamp & meadow ground to which I have given by deed of gift, dated 3 Aug 1705, only that he pay to my grandson Nathaniel Blackwell 10 pounds & to each of the sisters of ye said Nathaniel Blackwell, being the daughters of my said son John Blackwell, deceased, the sum of 40s in current passable pay within one year after my decease.”
Michael’s son Joshua Blackwell was named sole executor. The will was signed by a mark and was witnessed by William Bassett, Sr., William Bassett, Jr., and Nathan Bassett. The witnesses were sworn 26 Jan and administration ordered 29 Jan. 1709/10. The date of Michael Blackwell’s death is 6 Jan 1710.
~New England Historic and Genelogical Register, July, 1963, pages 180-183
The artist reaches just beyond the normal senses to bring creation into being. There is strong motivation and emotion driving the artist to produce. The medium is not as important as full artistic expression. Some of us are not making any money from art, but still live our lives involved with creating. Cooking, gardening, and all normal day to day tasks can be done in artful ways. Art truly is in the eye of the beholder; A strong desire to design and deliver creativity to the world is all that is needed to be an artist.
Making a living at art is risky, and yet rewarding. The starving artist and the crazed genius artist are examples of the shadow aspect of this archetype. I used to make my living as a potter. I worked at a school mixing glazes and firing the kiln. I was paid in clay, glazes and firing; I had to turn that into money by selling my work. I was very good at being a starving artist and never starved at all. I remember that time as an extremely abundant phase, full of friends, travel, and unlimited creative freedom. Clay is a fast medium initially. Throwing a pot on a wheel is pure zen. It must be centered and formed quickly so the clay body does not get too wet and collapse. The pot must be dried slowly to avoid cracking. The glaze firing is an alchemical process that has slightly different results each time it is done. From the first time you touch the clay you know that some of your pots will not make it. If you are lucky the problem occurs when the clay has not been fired, so you can just turn it into wet clay and try it again. I used to take finished pots I thought were too ugly to sell out to the desert and shoot them with a 22 pistol to destroy the evidence. I used to joke that anthropologists in the future will wonder what kind of civilization felt the need to shoot pottery. I am glad I still have a few pieces I made that have survived, and equally glad I shot the ugly ones.
There is an arch rivalry between the cities of Phoenix and Tucson. We Tucsonans know that people outside the state have no way to distinguish the two and often confuse them. Politics aside (which would be impossible for Arizonans), there are extreme differences in the tourism and hospitality styles of these two towns. Tourists are attracted to the golf tournaments in both Maricopa and Pima Counties. Baseball spring training has all moved up there, and brings in millions. Bowl games and the Phoenix Suns brighten the economic situation for them too. The typical Tucson tourist is much less interested in shopping and is more likely to be spending time involved in outdoor sports of all kinds. Scottsdale is not afraid to step up and cover that niche offering the shopper from back east a wester phantasy phree phun time. Phree parking in old town allows these people to leave the car and ride around in a horse-drawn wagon for an exorbitant price. Everyone is excited to be way out west. The city of Scottsdale hires the trusty horse Dusty and Gary J Sprague, the singing cowboy, to serenade the crowd 1-4 on Saturdays. They are a huge hit.
I am inspired to drive to the Valley of the Sun for the phabulous phood scene. The AZ Slow Food newsletter informed me recently about the existence of a special highly rare date variety growing only in Scottsdale known as the Black Sphinx. The market was established in 1951 selling a date that developed there from seed and was distinct from all others. The extremely thin skin makes it a poor candidate (pun intended) for shipping. The fresh dates require refrigeration and are extremely delicate. After shopping the Scottsdale Pharmer’s market where I scored amazing produce and preserved items, we visited the date store, which features Arizona products of high gourmet quality. Bob bought beers brewed in Arizona, one of which was a stout that contained the dates from the Sphinx Pharm. We both agree the Black Sphinx is the best date we have ever tasted, and before Bob ate it he told me he does not like dates…a convert. We also tried a very good date cookie and some chocolate covered Medjools that are scrumptious. We came home loaded with gourmet groceries and exotic citrus. We have to admit we had phun.
Our first meal at Posh in Scottsdale was so memorable we have wanted to return for more. The first two weeks of December are low season in tourism the world around, so we made the trip our holiday party. The menu lists assorted groceries on hand, and the guest indicates any type of meat not desired in the meal. I am a vegetarian, which is all they need to know about me. The chef then creates culinary improvisation around the guest’s wishes.
We like to sit up at the bar because we talk to the chefs and watch while they are cooking the food. The night started with fresh potato chips with seaweed and drinks. Each plate was packed with flavor and art. All the presentations are appealing and imaginative. Bob enjoyed the exotic boar bacon and perfectly cooked scollops. The ginger wasabi slaw on top of ramen noodle cakes were a highlight, but all of mine were enjoyable and unusual. We know when we come to enjoy our dinner at Posh we will be given a sensual treat and be served with impeccable professionalism. It remains on a very high pedestal in my mind. The experience is superior to regular menu/dining in many ways. I have tried combinations I would not have ordered, but discovered I like. It is more of an adventure than just a meal. You can choose as many courses as you care to taste, add extras, and wine pairings a la carte. When you go home they give you a tiny take home sweet to remind you of what a jewel of a restaurant it is.
I met Elisio Pitta 20 years ago when he visited Rancho la Puerta to teach and do a capoeira demonstration. I had never seen capoeira before and was fascinated by the grace and power of the movements. He taught us some Brazilian folkloric dance also. We were all beginners, but he managed to get us all moving and enthusiastic in the few days he was our teacher. I have had the opportunity to learn from excellent teachers, but his talent to both teach and move was beyond compare. I never really attempted to learn the form, but I never forgot it either.
His career in dance has taken him around the world from his hometown, Bahia. He lives on a hill with a fantastic view of the Atlantic and has very deep cultural roots in the city. He has been performing a new dance of his own creation there this week, and soon will take the show on the road. Next month he will perform Othello in Shakespeare’s own country, in Liverpool England. Using Brazilian music and original choreography by Elisio he interprets the classic story of jealousy and regret. He dances the part of Othello and projects the other characters onto the stage in preproduced segments to tell the story of Desdemona’s ill fated murder and his subsequent remorse. He is using contemporary props and costuming in the production to go with his digital cast members. I asked him why he decided to be Othello and he told me that it is the Year of Shakespeare and he always wanted to do it. Classy.
I admire his extreme creativity and dedication to the art of dance. His natural talent is obvious, but he has used his talents and his strong cultural lineage to transcend boundaries. I think Shakespeare is proud of him. I am pleased to know such a talented and artistically ambitious man.
Flaunta was the second cousin of the goddess Aphrodite. She became the goddess of confidence. Her journey to her vocation to inspire and represent confidence was a story of self discovery. Aphrodite needed no outside assurance to know she was a great beauty. She exuded it. The young Flaunta was not convinced of her own powers, but passed through a jealousy of earth women who enjoyed and were confident in their own good looks. She studied the powerful and confident women, learning their secrets. Eventually her cousin would bestow the title and the powers of confidence goddess on Flaunta. She is active today in the complicated self image issues women face about appearance and competence. Being authentic and unique leads to the highest kind of confidence, as Tank Girl can attest. Confident women know:
Get to know Flaunta, and take her with you next time you need to look something or somebody right in the eye. Nothing says “I got this” like control of your gaze. Bluffing or not, the first impression you give will remain strong when you show self assurance.
I am a recovering reading addict. I will probably be an over-reader for the rest of my days, so the question is where why and how to read. I received my Kindle Paperwhite yesterday and am very pleased with it. It has a very adjustable screen that allows you to fine tune the font and the backlight to suit all situations. It is light and I find it is much easier to hold than an iPad, where my first Kindle books resided. There has been much thought and design work put into this creation. It is for reading, without distraction. It is a noticeable upgrade from paper.
People used to hold newspapers up to read, and some still do. This is a kind of space divider that lets others know (or think) that we are busy reading, learning and becoming more informed. I used to read the Wall Street Journal almost every day with the small print and big ads. If you hold that paper up to read at the Starbucks you are making a statement about your interests. I used to read Architectural Digest and Yoga Journal all the time. I still have subscription to The Week magazine which I am much more likely to read in the digital version, while the paper one sits around unopened. I just cleared out years of them from my magazine rack, most with almost no pages read. I bought a 5 year subscription, and I do love the reporting/curation because it features articles from journalists around the world rather than an American only perspective. While Newsweek is returning to print for subscribers only, my involvement with paper publications is dwindling. If I have a burning news question I ask twitter what is happening. My conversion to digital makes my life easier and better because:
In the kitchen or on the go, the Paperwhite is the tiny portable but unlimited library I always wanted. I am sure I will return some day to the Pima County Library, but for now I am perfectly happy to have my library in the cloud.
The ancient world was more highly aware of the seasons than we are today because they had to make fire to stay warm or see at night. Religion, tradition, and regional provincialism are woven together at the winter solstice time. We have a food and drink festival that imitates Saturnalia and a birthday the resembles the birth of Mithra. I believe I have inherited some feelings for Christmas from the way my ancestors behaved. I have had the good fortune to be in other countries to celebrate the season, which opened my eyes to the wide variety and regional roots of the holiday practices. I choose the part I like and feel no pressure to perform now that my ancestors are all dead. I see the end of the year as a fun break before tax organization season, and a good excuse to party with friends. We give few gifts, but like to share extra food and drink with friends. I like to embrace it as an upside down time, a season for preparation and clearing. Spring will be right around the corner, when the harvest cycle can begin once more. For now, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen; it is time to party.