Thursday, December 23, 2021

Citrus and Nuts - Muhahahahaha

Ah, foolish Advent Mortals, you shall now suffer because Kramp-Beans is now in control, muhahahahaha.

Okay, seriously, tis Advent and almost Christmas Eve (checks time, Oh Holy Night it IS Christmas Eve, no, it's Christmas Eve Eve, whew...) and so it's time to bring past memories of various Christmas Pasts of which I remember.

First I speak to all of the entitled peoples out there who think things are soooo bad these days.  No. No they are not.  And this is why.  In ancient days until about the 70s or 80s (that would be 1970s to 1980s) very popular stocking stuffers used to be things like oranges, kumquats, nuts in the shell.  Why?  Because there used to be this thing called seasonal foods that were only available seasonally.  Like citrus and nuts-in-the-shell.  Oh, if you were filthy rich you could have those all year long, but for most people those things were very seasonal, like not available from one's local or non-local groceries when out-of-season, unless one's grocer was very Tony and expensive and you could afford in pre 1990's money a $2.00 per orange.  Not saying that orange juice wasn't available, as oranges for juice could be kept in special warehouses and pulped and the juice frozen or concentrated, but fresh orange juice out of season?  That started in the late 70s to early 80s for us normal-class citizens.

Now, what is totally cool about citrus in the stocking (as long as you made sure that none were left for next year, ewwwwww, and yes, I found out the hard (or would that be the soft) way...) is that citrus is a tradition going back to medieval times in Europe.  Filthy rich Medieval Europe, and just Rich Renaissance Europe, and middle-upper-class till the Industrial Revolution, and then middle class to about WWI and then lower middle to upper lower class in post WWII era.  Which means that orange that Grandma dropped in my stocking has roots all the way down her family line to back to Norman pre-Invasion (1066) times.  

Kids these days freak when they can't get fresh avocados for their avocado toast.

One year, for the local SCA group's 12th Night celebration, Mrs. Andrew and I did the cooking and setup for the event.  And we decorated the hall of the local Episcopal church's hall (a wood paneled building that was shipped from Germany in the late 1800s and sadly destroyed by some arsonist punk a few years after the event) with holly and ivy (not poison ivy, fortunately) and pine boughs (cedar, from one of the local abandoned limestone quarries) and mistletoe (no Baldars were harmed during harvesting, though I did use my rattan 'spear' to pop the bundles out of trees.)  A special treat, or we thought so, was we had stopped off at Harvey's Groves on US1 south of Cocoa on the way home from Christmas with the families and gotten several bags of 2nds oranges (not perfect) and also had 4 bags (these were paper bags, not those new-fangled plastic ones) of tangerines off the neighbor's overly productive tree.)  So bowls of oranges and tangerines were our presents to our members.

And, in the glorious way that the SCA ignores real medieval stuff, that gift went over like a lead balloon full of frozen farts.  I mean, citrus, free citrus, glorious citrus, oranges and tangerines, a veritable king's ransom of citrus and maybe 2 - 3 people got it?  

I still like oranges at Christmastide.  As to kumquats?  Grew up eating kumquats at Christmas, thanks to my dad of which kumquats were a tradition. Mrs. Andrew loves those, but nobody in this benighted town has kumquats, and hasn't had for years.  And, of course, kumquats fell out of favor by me for a long while, but now that I can't get any, the hankering has begun.

Kumquats, about the size of the first joint of a normal man's thumb, or slightly bigger.
You eat the whole thing, skin, seeds and all (not the green leafy part)
Yum.
And makes good marmalade, too.

Mesum wants sum kumquats.  May have to just get a tree and grow one on my back porch.

On the other hand, the apartment complex behind me has a key-lime tree that nobody in the complex ever touches.  So all summer long I harvested as many as I could, and juiced them and froze them, getting 2.5 gallons of lime cubes for to use on Fajita Sundays and on chicken when I have alfredo.  Next year we're getting both a small chest freezer and a fruit picker so I can freeze at least 5-6 gallon bags of lime-cubes.  Yumm. 

Am I nuts?  Well, yes, and that's the next topic.  Nuts.  Tree-nuts or True-nuts as they call them these days.  In the shell.  Walnuts and pecans and brazil-nuts and hazelnuts.  Again, gotten along with citrus in one's stocking back in the day.  Along with some chocolates and candy-canes.  Whooot!  Real treasures.  Fresh nuts in the shell!  Yum.

Why nuts?  Well, hearken back to days of old when Old Man Winter was a rather miserable time.  Nuts were a good source of fats and carbs and retained nutrients, all essential to survive cold miserable winters.  Which hearkens back to medieval times, where nutting was a privilege granted your peasant and serf class by your local lord class.  Nuts, like citrus, became more accessible as the years went by, but even till WWII, nuts were a rather rich item unless grown locally.  Pecans in the South, walnuts in the north, the reason why pecan pie is a southern thing and walnut items are a northern thing.  And you got fresh nuts at harvest time (Fall) and spent the winter shelling and shucking them for use in cooking and eating (and one of the reasons for making fruit cakes a year in advance, you use this winter to prepare for next winter, hey, fruitcake is a privilege item.  Fruit, nuts, booze, in a long-term food storage item.  Good fruitcake is a Godsend to people who aren't able to get fresh fruit all year long.)

Nowadays?  Are you nuts?  Ew, icky nuts that have to be shelled, wah, too much work, available year-long, romance of the nuts gone.  Damn you, global economy that makes expensive things so inexpensive and available!

Seriously, I think a lot about this type of stuff when I go into the local supermarket.  Fruit, nuts, vegetables, available year-long at relatively reasonable prices (though things are cheaper when in season, out of season is still accessible to all except the seriously money-impaired (not rich, poor, or in between, one can be money-impaired and still have a huge income, or have little income but be very frugal so available excess money for frivolities like watermelon in winter can be a thing.)

I think about growing up in the 60s and 70s and how seasonal the food crops were. (Even turkeys, those were available usually only in late November and December, not year round.)

And the post-war years?  Especially in non-America that was still recovering from the Wars?  Food deserts.

Even pre-WWII, the Depression years, the Roaring 20s, The Gilded Age/Edwardian/late Victorian Eras, food was seasonal and regional for the most part.  Farther back you go, the more rare anything is out of season and out of region.

Something to think about in these 'fallen times' that we can still get citrus and nuts any time we want, almost everywhere we want.

So, Merry Christmastide.  Citrus and Nuts for all!  Everyone is a lord and lady in these modern times!

And a little music, too.  Have some Sting for the holidays.


Gabriel's Message performed by Sting.
No, I wasn't kidding.  Christmas Sting.

The angel Gabriel from Heaven came,
His wings as drifted snow,
His eyes as flame, 'All hail, said he,
'Thou lowly maiden Mary,
Most highly favored lady, Gloria!

'For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee,
Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
Most highly favored lady, Gloria!

Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,
'To me be as it pleaseth God, she said,
'My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name.
Most highly favored lady, Gloria!

Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say:
Most highly favored lady, Gloria!

"Gabriel's Message" or "The angel Gabriel from heaven came" is a Basque Christmas folk carol about the Annunciation to the Virgin Mary by the archangel Gabriel that she would become the mother of Jesus Christ the Son of God. (from wiki page on the song.)  It's also a very haunting song.


Wednesday, December 22, 2021

And That's a Wrap ...

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Though winter has scarcely begun, and December has nine more days to run, I've essentially decided to call it quits for the year.

I'm tired of thinking, I'm tired of dealing with the occasional -

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(Those guys are everywhere, thank G_d we don't see a lot of that in these spaces, but they do stop by from time to time. Annoying, make a fellow want to chuck the whole idea of having a blog, dontcha know?)

Not saying that I'm not going to post at all, I might, but I really don't feel like it. Besides which, I have yet to finish editing my World War II novel, I checked, while I did leave it in "self-edit" mode, it's apparently lazier than Your Humble Scribe.

Note that by "edit," it's not just spelling and grammatical errors (Moi?) but cleaning up various threads that abruptly stopped in mid story (thinking of the Brits here, oh yeah, the Poles as well).

Traveling tomorrow but expect it to be a short trip, no openings at the endodontist on Tuesday either, but I'm not in an emergency status on that front. The medication is controlling things (as long as I remember to take it). But I will need to be home for my scheduled visit to the endodontist next week.

Sigh ...

Anyhoo, if you don't see me here, have a nice holiday season, for the Christians (like me) I say Merry Christmas!

Regardless of your personal beliefs, may you get to spend time with loved ones, may you be stress free, and may you be ready to face the new year ...

Whatever that may bring.

À bientôt!




Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Interconnected

A world map colored to show the level of Internet penetration (number of Internet users as a percentage of a country's population).
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So a few things surprised me regarding that map:
  1. The UK and Scandinavia are very connected, close to 100%.
  2. Western Europe and Canada are more connected than the USA
  3. As are Japan and the Republic of Korea
  4. Argentina, Eastern Europe, Saudi Arabia, Australia, New Zealand, and Malaysia are as connected as the USA.
  5. No surprise that some of the poorer regions on earth are barely connected, the African continent jumps out, with one exception ...
  6. ... Nigeria. Not as connected as the USA, but better than the rest of the African continent, but I suppose all that money the Nigerian prince supposedly has has to be spent on something, I mean he can't get it out of the country, can he?
When I was nobbut a lad, there was no Internet, heck, we had a party line with a rotary dial phone. Seeing as how most of the folks who come here have been around a while, no need to explain any of those things. Hey, if a millennial wanders in, they can always "Google" it. (More formally, "perform a search of the Internet using one of the more popular browsers available. Google has come to mean an Internet search much the same way the brand name "Kleenex" means an arbitrary tissue, as opposed to just saying "tissue.")

When I first got into computers, at the ripe old age of 30, the Internet was in its infancy, heck, it was embryonic, I'm talking about ARPANET¹ of course. (Okay wise guys at work², I was 30 in 1983 when I started my sophomore year of college, after an 11 year break from my freshman year. I didn't start college in 1883, geez.)

In college I could actually "talk" to the computers at school via a dial-up modem. Pretty wild, but it drove The Missus Herself nuts, I had wires and cables strung all over the place in our tiny apartment. It was easier just to drive down to the computer lab, even if one had to wait occasionally for a terminal to be available.

Looking back on things, I realize how primitive it all seems now. Hell, my smart phone has a lot more computing power than those early computers.

And we use them to "tweet."

Hhmm, all that technology seems wasted on we humans.


Sorry I'm not more chatty today, failed to get into the endodontist on Monday. The tooth flares up every now and then, so I've got that going for me. If pain is "weakness leaving the body," I am one strong dude ...

But I don't believe Nietzsche, not for one second.³

Well, maybe a little ...





¹ Advanced Research Projects Agency Network (ARPANET).
² One or two of my colleagues at work actually make it here accidentally from time to time, chasing a link from Facebook.
³ Aus der Kriegsschule des Lebens - Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich stärker. (Out of life’s school of war - What does not kill me makes me stronger.)

Monday, December 20, 2021

Christmas, 2021 Style Part DuH!

 God willing and the Creek don't rise, by the time you're reading this, Mrs J and I will be home with our cards punched certifying us as Cruising under WuFluLu conditions.  Since I'm writing this PRIOR to our cruise, I can only hope and pray that those conditions are tolerable.  (Late Breaking News: Cruise was excellent and, after a VERY exciting boarding process, went off with little turmoil.) Expect next week's report to provide details.  

Anyhow, on with the show.

Given that this Christmas is somewhat non-traditional this year, Christmas presents presenting is also.  Mrs. J outdid herself with her gift for me.  As longtime readers remember, I'm a fledgling woodworker.  I've been at it for several years, but my 10 X 16 (External dimensions. Internal is 9' 4" X 15' 4" .) is too small for most of my projects.  Trying to cut larger pieces of wood into needed dimensions is becoming increasingly dangerous as the table saw takes up a large portion of interior space.  

Based on the risk and difficulty of doing things right, I've put off doing anything at all.

So, she authorized a new shop purchase.  

Or phrased differently, the purchase of a new shop.


Which was delivered on Pearl Harbor Day.

The whole delivery and setup was pretty fascinating to watch although the Dad and Son team seemed rather blasé about it.

Backed the truck up to approximately where it was going to be set up and lifted the front end to slide it most of the way off.



Then used a three wheel fork lift to maneuver it into position.


I thought this part of the property was pretty level so it surprised me what it took to get it that way. But finally, it was done.


The open door beckons.

Will it work? Will I fit?


I do believe I will.  

So, while I'm on our cruise.  I'm bringing my project folder with graph paper and cut out tool footprints.


And prioritizing next steps in bringing it on line.

1. Electricity

2. Lighting

3. Insulation

4. Heating/Cooling

Et Cetera, Et Cetera, Et Cetera.

Suggestions gratefully accepted (or at least carefully considered.)




Sunday, December 19, 2021

Deep in the Forest

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In the woods to the east-northeast of the town of St. Vith, in the Belgian Ardennes, stands a memorial to an officer of the United States Army who died fighting the Germans during their last ditch offensive of World War II. The battle we know as the Battle of the Bulge.

In December 1944 the 106th Division took up positions in the Schnee Eifel area in Germany. The 589th Field Artillery supported the 422nd Infantry Regiment from positions near the town of Herzfenn, on the Auw-Bleialf road.  Battery “A”, of which Lieutenant Wood was the executive officer, lay south of this road, some 200 yards from the Battalion Headquarters. On December 14th, 1944 Brigadier-General Eric F. Wood Sr. and Captain Peter Wood, Eric Jr’s father and eldest brother, made a surprise visit to the Battalion. This was the last time the family saw Eric Jr. alive. (Source)

The Ardennes is a beautiful place in summer and in winter. In the summer the rolling hills and fields are green and lush. The area is dotted with small villages which haven't changed much over the years.

It's beautiful in the winter as well, I've driven through the area with a layer of fresh snow coating those rolling hills. It's pretty, but best viewed from inside. It's no place to be outside when the winter comes.

Or when the Germans came in 1944.

The 106th, the Golden Lions, were a new division, inexperienced, packed with green troops. When the Germans came they quickly surrounded two regiments of the division out on the Schnee Eifel. Most of them surrendered. Some few slipped off into the forest, to try and make their way back to friendly lines. For whatever reason, Eric Wood Jr. decided to keep fighting.



He died out there on those lonely, snow-swept hills.

The Belgians in that area remember him ...

So should we.


The President of the United States takes pride in presenting the Distinguished Service Cross (Posthumously) to Eric F. Wood (0-517724), First Lieutenant (Field Artillery), U.S. Army, for extraordinary heroism in connection with military operations against an armed enemy while serving as Executive Officer of Battery A, 589th Field Artillery Battalion, 106th Infantry Division, in action against enemy forces on 17 December 1944, near Schonberg, Belgium. First Lieutenant Wood's intrepid actions, personal bravery and zealous devotion to duty at the cost of his life, exemplify the highest traditions of the military forces of the United States and reflect great credit upon himself, the 106th Infantry Division, and the United States Army.

You can read more about this great American here. 

Like juvat always says, "Never give up, never surrender."

1Lt Wood didn't.

Remember him.




Saturday, December 18, 2021

Adventures in Dentistry

Think about it ...
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So there I was, sitting at my desk on Thursday afternoon, breathlessly anticipating the end of the day and the three relaxing weeks to follow. When I had an odd feeling near the right front of my mouth, top row of teeth, seems my right canine had a, shall we say, problem.

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Yes, number six, that's the one.

As the day went on, the sensation went from, "Hhmm, what's that?" to "Damn it, that hurts." So I got on the phone to my dentist and managed to book an appointment for Friday morning. The pain was controllable with over the counter meds, so I wasn't that concerned. This toothache, as toothaches go, wasn't "that bad."

Was it not good? Oh yes, meine Kinder, it was very not good, but it was tolerable.

I slept fairly well Thursday night, well, except for the moment around 0400 where I bit down in my sleep and irritated the tooth in question. A couple of Advil settled it down and back to bed I went.

At the dentist an x-ray was taken and the dentist announced, "You're going to need a root canal." (I assume by now that you've puzzled out that opening photo.)

This, not being my first "root canal rodeo" meant that I was not surprised. Which seemed to take the dentist by surprise. "I've had five of these Doc, last one though was twenty years ago." I'm hoping the technology has advanced in that time. Because I am something of a sissy when it comes to dentistry.

Unfortunately the next available appointment with the specialist was the 28th of December, when I had planned on being in Maryland. No, the specialist is not in Maryland, but in Little Rhody. That's also over a week away. I expressed my concern, the doc said that the amoxicillin should calm things now (infected nerve dontcha know is what's causing the, ahem, discomfort).

The lady making the appointment with the specialist exchanged words with her counterpart on the other end of the phone line. I was told that "people are always cancelling appointments just before Christmas, if someone cancels do you want a call?"

"Why yes, yes I do."

So here's hoping someone chickens out early next week and I can get in and get this bloody tooth fixed. Then I can go to Maryland and enjoy myself. If not? Then it will be a short trip for Christmas.

I love it when a plan comes together ...

Don't you?


 

Friday, December 17, 2021

A Grim Fascination

A German soldier, heavily armed, carries ammunition boxes forward with companion in territory taken by their counter-offensive in this scene from captured German film. Belgium, December 1944. A member of Kampfgruppe Hansen, they ambushed and completely destroyed the U.S. 14th Cavalry Group on the road between Poteau and Recht.
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Since I was young, warfare has fascinated me. That may be because the centennial of the Civil War (insert your own nom préféré if you wish) was going on from when I was eight all the way up to age twelve. I remember events taking place in town, guys dressed up in faux Civil War Federal uniforms. (The only thing remotely accurate about them is that they were blue.)

And yes, I am that old. My paternal great-grandfather actually fought in that war with the 22nd New York Infantry Regiment. Apparently he was captured at the 2nd Battle of Bull Run (or 2nd Manassas if you prefer).

The regiment lost 10 officers and 42 men killed or mortally wounded, 9 officers and 55 men wounded, and 4 officers and 60 men missing out of 379 engaged. Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was mortally wounded and Captain George Clendon of Company E wounded. (Source)

 (That would make Great-Grandpa Joseph one of those 60 missing.)

It all seemed pretty wonderful, not to mention colorful, to a young lad growing up in the '60s. It wasn't until later in life, seeing the Matthew Brady photos of the bloated dead at such places as Antietam and Gettysburg, that it began to dawn on me that war was a pretty nasty business.

My fascination with war and battle became a grim fascination from that point on.

Twenty-three years ago today I walked the field of battle where many men died repulsing the last Nazi offensive in the west of World War II, the so-called Battle of the Bulge. (More properly the Ardennes Offensive). One should also note that a great many Belgian civilians, to include women and children, also died in that wintry nightmare, murdered by German troops.

The German offensive began on the 16th of December, 1944, seventy-seven years ago. Never a year goes by without me thinking of that event.

I've written of old battlefields before, they haunt my dreams, especially those I've walked.

So, for at least today, remember those who fell in that battle seventy-seven years ago.

I will.