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Three Words for 2016

December 29, 2015 1 Comment

Suzette in her kitchen

Suzette in her kitchen

Chris Brogan was my first teacher of social media by way of his books. He is very smart in my opinion, and constantly evolves. One of his practices for which he is now very well known is finding three words to inspire at the first of every year. To replace resolutions, the words are meant to inspire and represent goals.  On January 1 Chris will drop his words, as is his custom, for the eleventh year in a row.  Well done, Brother Brogan.  I know I am not the only one who appreciates your leadership in this exercise.  Three is plenty if they are kept alive daily for an entire year.  That is the idea of having only a few….. no excuse not to work on them.   I am looking forward to a happy and fun 2016.  My words are:

  1. Independence
  2. Simplicity
  3. Adventure

I plan to combine forces with a wonderful woman I met in Phoenix by chance.  She makes the best artisanal sauerkraut I have ever tasted.  The Garden Goddess was planning to expand her distribution to Pima County, where I live, when we met.  There are some logistical issues to work out, but we are looking at an arrangement that is extremely simplistic and independent.  I am very interested in the teaching part of the concept because I have become a fermented foods crusader and believer.  I am reading books and experimenting like a mad scientist  in my own kitchen as well as eating Suzette’s kraut daily.  This is a very exciting adventure for me.  I know most people might not be so turned on about teaching others to make their own sauerkraut, but I feel a complete sense of mission to teach the world to ferment raw food and feel so much better.  Fermented foods themselves are a simple, independent adventure you can enjoy at home.  It is an explosive and exciting new hobby/passion I look forward to cultivating in 2016.

fermenting artisanal kraut

fermenting artisanal kraut

American Beauty

July 4, 2013 4 Comments


I do not defend my country right or wrong, but I am proud to be an American. Around the world the people love us for our culture, our style, and our unique energy. We are emulated at least as much as we are dissed. I wish our politics were not so crazy, and our resources were better managed, but I am American. When the government disappoints we have to ask, “Compared to what?”  We have much for which we must remember to be grateful.

Race Riots

March 11, 2013

Tulsa race riot 1921

Tulsa race riot 1921

Race riot Tulsa 1921

Race riot Tulsa 1921

My father, Richard Arden Morse, was a bit of a racist, but did not have any idea of his own pedigree. His great-grandfather came to New York from Ireland during the potato famine with his O’Byrne parents and siblings, who dropped the O’ to assimilate. When asked, my father would say he was Scots Irish.  This American term refers to the Ulster Scots, who have all those Orange issues in Northern Ireland.  A little flash of orange ribbon drives these people, and their neighbors, completely batty.  You would need to be born in Ulster to understand this, I think. The troubles are a completely local phenomena, although both sides have supporters elsewhere.

Richard Arden was born in Independence, Kansas on Feb 18, 1920.  In December of 1920 armed violence broke out between white and black citizens of that town.  It was a very small town, and this had to be a big impact on the area.  In 1921 the city of Tulsa, where I was born, was host to one of the most violent of race wars of all time. The Tulsa racial violence of 2 June, 1921 was distinctly ignored by Oklahoma official history until very recently.  I only lived in Tulsa for about 4 years, and my dad also left Independence with his family to live near Ponca City, Oklahoma during his school years.

He was for sure Irish, and when Mr. Scott married Ms Byrne, he was trending Scot again.  However, I do not think he knew what any of this meant. I believe that my father’s racial prejudice was a karmic and cultural affliction.  He did not openly dislike anyone because of race, but his actions betrayed his deeper ethics.   To his credit, he and my mom made an effort not to pass the racist culture on to my brother and me.

Bridget OByrne (1808 – 1880)
is my 3rd great grandmother
James Oscar Byrne (1840 – 1879)
son of Bridget OByrne
Sarah Helena Byrne (1878 – 1962)
daughter of James Oscar Byrne
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

Bridget O’Byrne was typical, but lucky.  She survived the passage to New York, and most of her kids did also. She had a home in upstate New York.  Sarah Helena, her daughter in law, wrote the notes I used to start my tree.  The O’Byrnes of Wilna, Jefferson, NY gave their estate to a Catholic church there, and left the records of their family history with that church. A treasure hunt awaits me in upstate New York that may reveal all the Irish information I can handle, including Bridget’s family name. The Catholics of Wilna have my bingo card, and I am grateful.

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