Tuesday, May 31, 2022

on the road again {may 31, 2022}

Ten months ago my brother and sister-in-law moved to Rutledge, TN. It's time for a visit!

Number fun on I-270...five 8s!

Hello, Cincinnati!

Heading over the Brent Spence Bridge into Kentucky. Lots of talk about replacing this bridge. That will be a long time inconvenience whenever that happens.

Welcome to the Bluegrass State!

Buttermilk Pike always brings back memories of my grandpa. He loved buttermilk and would drink a glass of it everyday at lunch. That was back in the day when there were flecks of real butter in the buttermilk. He let me taste it, I didn't like it, and we went through that routine at every visit. Finally, there was that breakthrough moment when buttermilk tasted really good and Grandma would pour two glasses at lunchtime.

Cumberland Gap Tunnel


We come out from the Cumberland Gap Tunnel and the Google Maps voice says, "Welcome to Tennessee!"

Scenic Veterans' Overlook in Grainger County

Cheers to a relaxing next few days!


Monday, May 30, 2022

memorial day {may 30, 2022}

Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May to honor the American men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated after the Civil War in the late 1860s and became a federal holiday in 1971.

In 2019, my brother, sister-in-law, T and I took a trip to Europe. We each chose a place we would like to visit. T chose Normandy, specifically the D-Day beaches. We had our own tour guide who was an expert on the D-Day invasion. She personalized the information with stories of her grandparents who lived in Normandy and survived this period of time in WWII. Carole asked us if there was anything specific we would like to see and we requested the flag lowering at the National American Cemetery and Memorial. That was the last stop on our tour. 

Being in a national cemetery brings a wave of emotion; the sight of those headstones is such a moving experience. Rows and rows of identical headstones are set in straight lines, the height and distance between them are uniform, evoking military precision, like rows of soldiers in formation. The reasons that they are there is just as moving as the sight of the headstones. Tears were unstoppable while "Taps" played and the American flag lowered. 

Such serenity created to urge the living to live in peace.








La Cambe, the German cemetery in Normandy. Quite a contrast to its American counterpart.

Sunday, May 29, 2022

new neighbors {may 29, 2022}

Lots of neighbors moving out and moving in. These are the newest ones to grace the 'hood...they quack me up!




Saturday, May 28, 2022

visits {may 28, 2022}

Busy, fun weekend so far. 

⁕ My newlyweds came into town on Thursday to attend their friends' wedding. 

⁕ Friday night the dinner table was full with my son, daughter, son-in-law, and another young man who might as well be my son, and T and me. Requested menu: grilled steaks, sautéed spinach, and good ole mac and cheese with "crumbles" (bread crumbs) on top. It never ceases to amaze me when my biggest pan overflows with three 10 oz. containers of spinach and cooks down to barely covering the bottom of the pan.


The rain stopped and after dinner deck time was music, beer, wine, tequila shots, wonderful conversation and lots of laughter 'til after midnight.

Saturday T and I went to David's Cemetery and put a flower arrangement on my parents' gravestone. Lots of people driving and strolling around the cemetery. Cemeteries look extra pretty on Memorial Day weekend. Grave decorations are new, plantings are blooming, the grass throughout the cemetery has been freshly cut, and the Boy and Girl Scouts have lined the cemetery lanes with American flags.





 


Friday, May 27, 2022

Thursday, May 26, 2022

peace, hope, and love {may 26, 2022}

Throughout my wanderings and travels, I photograph "stuff" that catches my eye. One of these days (hopefully many years down the road), my kids will go through my oodles and oodles of photos and see all the "stuff" and wonder, "Why would she take a picture of this or that?" They'll have to come up with their own stories.

I started this blog quite a few years ago, was OK about posting, then let it go, and in 2021 started it back up the day before I turned 64. I've been doing a daily post to document my year before Medicare kicks in. I am a glass-half-full, Pollyanna, optimistic person, but like the rest of the nation, the school shooting in Uvalde, Texas was a real punch in the gut. So many people trivialize thoughts and prayers after a catastrophic event, but by taking time to send a heartfelt message to an unfamiliar community, you ARE doing something. You're stepping outside of your world and entering the bigger picture.  

From my pictures, a wish for peace, hope, and love.


"Stairway to Peace"

"The pathway to peace is not often straight. Sometimes you have to climb around, zig and zag, twist and turn; maybe even go upside down for a while. But however you arrive, the door is welcoming...and patiently waiting for you to arrive."
~ Patricia Saxton
https://saxtonstudio.wordpress.com/52-weeks-of-peace/


"Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."
~The Shawshank Redemption


"C'mon people now, 
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now.
~ The Youngbloods (1966)







Wednesday, May 25, 2022

wordy wednesday...memory and memories {may 25, 2022}

Today is the second anniversary of my mom’s passing. Complications from Alzheimer’s was the cause of her death but that disease took her away from us long before she died.


My mom lived a rich and full life, spreading her joy to all who had the pleasure of knowing her. She spent the first 25 years of her life in the Danvers/Bloomington, IL area. She then married her college love and with his Army and Sears careers their lives were filled with a growing family and a series of moves every 2-3 years. Moving is stressful but this lady could unpack boxes, set up a home, and have dinner on the table in record time.


When Mom went into assisted living, she was not happy about leaving her home of 40+ years. Prior to that, my sibs and I tried to find a smaller house or condo for her but she refused. The thought of having to downsize and depart with any of her treasures overwhelmed her and froze her ability to think practically. Change is not easy at any age. It gets harder as we age and become comfortable in our lives and lifestyles. She loved her comfortable, organized home that was a base and welcoming place for family and friends.


The move to Dayton, OH was our last and this was an area full of Ohio history. Mom was a History and Elementary Ed major and she plunged into exploring the area, taking her four kids on many, many “field trips.” She knew southwestern Ohio and Dayton like the back of her hand. When she finally moved kicking and screaming into assisted living, my brother and I made a point of regularly taking her on short trips around town. What had been familiar to her was now unfamiliar. When taking her to places she had been before she would say with excitement, “I’ve never seen this before!” This, of course, was not true, but when dealing with an Alzheimer’s patient, you have to enter his or her world. And from her world, I learned to see the familiar through her eyes.


"In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by the number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit." 

~ Marge Kennedy


The memory may leave but the memories remain.


Yellow Springs sunflower field with my sister

Four generations photo...Mom with her first great-grandchild

Grandson's graduation from Ohio State

At Frank Lloyd Wright's Westcott House

Carlock, IL

Garden Station

She so loved books ~ 

Grateful that we were all together for her last birthday


Tuesday, May 24, 2022

kale and quinoa salad {may 24, 2022}

First dinner back in Columbus after a wonderful week of wining, dining, exploring and walking in NYC, chicken soup and Kale and Quinoa Salad. Simple but hit the spot after all that delicious food from restaurants. I’ve made this salad many times but just this time realized a personal connection to New York, other than the recipe’s creator, Deb Perelman of Smitten Kitchen, being from NYC. One reason that I enjoy food blogs is the stories that the authors tell about how they discovered the particular recipe and the processes of going about creating it. Ms. Smitten Kitchen mentioned having this salad at The Smith. My daughter had recommended we have lunch at The Smith. We didn’t this time around but next time…

As far as the recipe goes, use ingredients that you like or have. I used dried blueberries in place of the cherries, didn’t have almonds so used pine nuts instead, no ricotta salata so replaced it with feta.



Kale and Quinoa Salad with Ricotta Salata  https://smittenkitchen.com/2014/03/kale-and-quinoa-salad-with-ricotta-salata/

Yield: 2 to 3 quite large meal salads or 4 to 5 side salads; salad will wilt a bit and seem smaller the longer it sits with the dressing.

Salad
1/2 cup uncooked quinoa (or 1 1/2 cups cooked)
8 ounces Black Kale, also known as Cavolo Nero, or Lacinato, Dinosaur, or Tuscan Kale
1/2 cup slivered almonds, very well toasted and cooled
1/3 cup dried cherries, chopped a bit
2 to 3 scallions, thinly sliced
2 teaspoons chopped fresh dill
2 ounces ricotta salata, crumbled or finely grated
Few gratings of fresh lemon zest

Dressing
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 1/2 tablespoons white wine vinegar
2 teaspoons smooth Dijon mustard
1 teaspoon coarse Dijon mustard
Just shy of 1 teaspoon honey
Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

Rinse quinoa well in a small colander. This is essential to remove bitterness. Place quinoa and 1 1/2 cups water in a small saucepan and bring to a simmer with a couple pinches of salt. Simmer at a very low temperature for 15 to 20 minutes, until tender. Drain any un-absorbed liquid from cooked quinoa. Spread quinoa on a plate to cool quickly.

Wash your kale and dry it well. Then, with a knife, remove the rib from each stalk, leaving long strips of kale leaves. Stack the leaves in small batches, roll them tightly the long way, and cut the roll crosswise into thin ribbons. Add the kale ribbons to a large salad bowl. Add remaining salad ingredients to kale and toss to mix.

Whisk dressing ingredients together in a small dish, and pour the dressing over the salad. Season with salt and pepper to taste, then dig in.

Monday, May 23, 2022

one month {may 23, 2022}

HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY!

One month down...forever to go 💜 💚 🖤





Sunday, May 22, 2022

happy accidents {may 22, 2022}

Weather...unpredictable...sunshine...rain...no umbrella...15 blocks from my hotel and found a dry spot under an awning.

I look catty corner across the street and there it is.

Felice. It means happy in Italian. 

While waiting under the awning, I time the lights to run across Columbus Avenue (busy street) and then quickly dash across 71st (not busy) for shelter from the rain and a glass of Prosecco. Apologizing for my slightly rain doused appearance, the young man behind the bar said, "No need for apologies. It is a happy accident that you are here."

Felice. 


More happy accidents during the week in NYC. ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ 

❀ Walking into St. Patrick's during a mass for the graduating seniors from the Catholic high schools in New York City. Cardinal Dolan and a large delegation of officiants presided. Felice.



Strolling through Central Park and watching a mama and papa goose look for food with their little goslings. Felice.


Opening an imposing door and peering down the aisle at the Church of the Blessed Sacrament. A take your breath away moment. Felice.


Subway art! (R Train, Central Park South and 59th) Felice.


And last, not really an accident, but when in Manhattan, you gotta have a Manhattan! Felice.