Neighbor Helping Neighbor

I find the idea of not knowing your neighbors foreign.  Most of my neighbors, I have known since I was a wee lass of 25.  I'm 57.  I have 32 years of solid experience of enjoying the benefits of neighbors who can help out in times of need.

It's far too easy to become isolated from our neighbors, particularly when one lives in a "bedroom community".  Work takes us away during the day.  Once home the demands of the household take over.

During my 32 years, we have had several major weather events, though none that I would label as a disaster.  They were inconveniences that could be mitigated by a generator, a chain saw and most importantly the help of our neighbors.

Hurricane Floyd brought down three 100 year old damns.  No neighbor help involved other than being a witness to the destruction of 2 of those dams when Tim, my immediate neighbor, standing at the front door about 7 a.m. and saying, "You are going to want to see this."  "This" was the water in his pond that was pouring over his damn.  His neighbor's damn had already been breached causing his pond to swell.  Water moves quickly and its power to erode an earthen dam is awe inspiring.  When it broke, a wall of water went crashing through the bottom (behind our property).  The next day, I could see a four foot high mark of the muddy tracks that the overflow left behind.

An ice storm in 1998 caused almost the entire electrical grid in New Kent to be knocked out.  The storm descended down on us in the early morning hours of December 23.  I awoke to a large crash.  It was pitch black as the power had been knocked out.  It was not until morning that I saw a massive oak branch had landed on my car.  No damage to my car as my car had been encapsulated in a massive ice cocoon.  It was very cold, and each of us had a measure of comfort that we shared with our neighbors--beer, liqueur, steak and potatoes cooked on a fire grate.  When you are surrounded by 1 inch ice encrusted oak trees, the dangers were ever-present.

Both Isabel and Irene packed a wallop, the latter making our county the number one FEMA disaster area in VA.  Every single road was rendered impassable.  We had to cut our way out of the neighborhood.  But we did it in concert with our neighbors.  During Isabel, one of my neighbors must have experienced a microblast which had about 10 trees on her home (some poking through) and her driveway impassable.  She was caring for her brother who had MS.  It was vital that the nurse be able to get into administer needful things. She made outreach to my daughter and within the hour we had assembled a team of help with two tractors and 4 chainsaws.  Her worry for her brother's care put to rest.

Our inconveniences were potentially life threatening from wind/tree havoc, but not on the scale of having water invade every aspect of your life:  home and travel.  That the message from FEMA is focusing on the neighbor helping neighbor is a reminder of how important our cohesiveness as a community is when there is a need.  Whether it is checking in on an elderly neighborhood, cutting a pathway in/out of one's homestead, providing water/food/comfort or a daring water rescue, these are the things that bind us as a community.

There is so much second guessing about whether Houston should have been evacuated.  Not sure where 4 million people could go much less how they would get there.  But I am sure that whatever misery a disaster metes out, neighbor helping neighbor will provide both a physical and emotional lifeline and for dealing with such epic and tragic events.

Korean War "Morale Builder" Letter

With the death of my father, I am in possession of his personal things (in addition to everything from my parent's time together to include things from my grandmother and my mother's brother who I never met).  These things predate my stepmom.

There are several things from the Korean War where my father served as a communications specialist, stationed in Austria.  In addition to finding pictures, his wool cap and his United States Football Alliance game bag which has a hand-painted and signed vignette, it appears that each place he played was hand painted--the pencil lines still on the bag.

I also found a folded letter, very tattered which appears to be one of those huckster letters that was passed around for amusement.  I recreate it here.  All 'typos' are from the letter.  I elected to stop putting in 'sic'.  I'm not sure why he kept it once returning.

Morale Builder

Dear Buddy:

Nothing much doing back hear. I sure envy you down there in Korea, in the thick of things, bet you never have a dull moment.

I was over to see your wife last night and read all of your letters, they were a bit mushy, but I don't blame you, Fran is a swell girl. Wonderful figure, looks and personality. Guys still whistle at her when she walks down the street.

Your brother-in-law Smidly dropped in. He was wearing the brown suit you bought just before you left. Fran gave it to him as she thought it would be out of style when you got back. Several other couples came in and we killed two cases of beer. Wanted to chip in for it. But Fran wouldn't let us. She said you send ten or twenty dollars extra for her to spend as she wishes. One of the guys is buying your new golf clubs too. Paid twenty dollars for them and will pick them up tomorrow. That's more than she got for your movie camera and projector.

Fran was the life of the party. I thought she'd be a little shaken after the accident last week with the Chevie, buy you'd never know she'd been in a head-on collision and smashed yur car to bits. The other driver is still in the hospital and threatening to sue. Too bad Fran forgot to pay the insurance, but the funny think is, she isn't a bit worried. We admire her courage and nonchalance and good thing you gave her power of attroney before you left. Smart girl, her willingness to mortgage the house was really wonderful.

To get back to the party, you should have seen Fran do an imitation of Gypsy Rose Lee. She was still going strong when we said goodnight to her and Claude. Guess you know Claude's rooming at your house. It's near his work and he save as lot of gas and lunch. He sas Fran can cook bacon and eggs bes in the world, and really does things to a streak.

Nothing much new with me except my wife got another raise-$100 a week now so we do okay with the $90 I get at the office. It's getting late now so I better stop. I can see through my window accoss the street. Fran and Claude are having a nightcap. He's got on the smoking jacket you wore so often.

Well, Buddy, I sure wish I could be out there with you.  Guy - Give those Commies Hell. .

Stupefying.

Our so-called President, DJT, is whining that Nordstrom's is treating his daughter unfairly by making a decision to no longer carry Ivanka's line of whatever she peddles.  The simple, incontrovertible truth:  Nordstrom's is a an entity that is free to make business decisions as it sees fit (within the realm of the law).  The impetus for the decision is immaterial.  If Ivanka is half the businesswoman that she is espoused to be, then she must be bristling at her father's yammerin'. I take nothing away from her accomplishments.

Ironically, spawn of so-called President, DJT, JR stated in response to workplace harrassment:

"If you can't handle some of the basic stuff that's become a problem in the workforce today, you don't belong in the work force. You should go maybe teach kindergarten,"

source: http://www.cnn.com/2016/10/14/politics/donald-trump-jr-women-workplace/

I suppose that he may be counseling his sister to go teach kindergarten if she is unable to deal with a very basic business event to folks saying no to your wares.  It happens.  No one but DJT in is silly string mind wins 100% of the time.

Stupefying--a word that I seem to be using often.

Purging a Lifetime

With my father's demise, and my mother having passed 28 years prior, I'm going through two lifetime's of stuff with my stepmother who shared 25 years with my father.  At times it is very emotional seeing long-forgotten and in many cases, never-seen items.

As I look around me, I think of the things that my kids might sift through and wonder, "What is this?" or "Why on earth would she keep that?".  Things are just that, "things."  Becoming attached to them is not such a good thing.  And as I look around, I realize that someone many of the 'things' that I have seem to have become part of my shared DNA.

I realize now why parents do not part with this things prior to their death.  So many tangible memories imbued in the the stuff that fills our lives--holds our precious things, supports our life, and reflects who we are.


Pressure Cooking


I was at my local N&W Salvage and stumbled upon a mountain of pressure cookers.  I've seen pressure cookers in there before, but having 3 at home, I've passed them by.

The current stock is Fagor Duo in 6-10qt models, and they had exceptional pricing.  The price for a 10qt was $69.99--about $50 cheaper than Amazon.

My three pressure cookers are large 16 and 20 qt and a  smaller 5 .5 qt model.  I use the latter daily as part of making my dog's food preparation--using it to effortlessly cook their starch (white rice, lentils, beans, brown rice) as well as making food for us.  However, the size of the pan is limiting. 

As I was fixing my dog's food after walking away from the purchase earlier in the day, I decided that the larger size would give me more flexibility.  Plus, it was budget friendly.  I went back the next day, and I'm ever glad that I did for these reasons:
  • quality exceptional
  • size is roomy, and perfect for family meal sized prep 
The only con is that the 'trivet' that comes with it is a joke.  The steamer basked is great, but it would be nice if it were taller. It has 2 pressure settings in addition to a setting that allows you to cook sans pressure (e.g. an open valve).  Yesterday, I used that feature to make a large pot of bean soup.  I was able to keep the top on, heat low, and they cooked to perfection.

No buyer's remorse, and this is a valued cook's tool.