Cabaret Jorgensen Center for the Performing Arts July 4
forty°F, clear with periodic clouds, calorie-free air current from the north at 7 mph
For May Day weekend we decided to visit the celebrated water-powered Ledyard Up-Down Sawmill, which is just open on Saturdays in the spring and fall. Earth'south energy has shifted again as this hemisphere begins traveling closer to the sun in the brighter half of the year. All the mill'south windows and doors were wide open then information technology felt pretty safe (covid-wise) to go inside and see what the process of sawing forest was like in the tardily 1800s.
The finely cast and machined 19th century model is about four inches broad and has an operating gate and rotating runner.
~ Ledyard Up-Down Sawmill website
controlling water catamenia from the holding tank into the turbine."
that ends with a heavy iron flywheel and crank nether the saw."
converting the rotary movement of the flywheel into
an upward and down (reciprocating) motion."
After watching the saw operating for a minute we went outside, down some huge stone steps and into the lower level to see the turbine in action.
And then we went back upstairs to run into more of the sawing.
the log moves toward the saw on the upstroke."
Information technology was quite loud and the whole building vibrated while the saw was operating.
The sawmill has a great website for any who would like more details: Ledyard Upward-Downwardly Sawmill.
My male parent, when he was still live, had visited this place after it was restored and opened to the public in 1975. He oftentimes said he wanted to take me to see it some day. Sadly, that never happened, just he was very much on my listen as we looked around and listened to the operators tell us about its history and how it worked.
After our trip dorsum through fourth dimension we decided to have a walk around Sawmill Swimming and see what visual treats the brightness of spring had to offer.
And and then, for me, a new life bird! I heard it singing and looked up into the nearest tree and there information technology was! What a nice surprise, the last sort of thing I was expecting to find on this day. 🙂
Chipping Sparrow Spizella passerina: Widespread common migratory breeder mid-April to Nov; rare and local in wintertime; in areas with short grass and trees, residential neighborhoods, parks, open upland forest.
~ Frank Gallo
(Birding in Connecticut)
Thank you, trivial chipping sparrow, for singing and then sweetly that I couldn't miss seeing you!
Style before dawn this forenoon my sister and I constitute ourselves sitting together in the living room, shedding tears for Ukraine. Our father was the son of Ukrainian immigrants. Nosotros both have memories of him telling the states about how Ukraine has been invaded over and over over again throughout its history. Being footling children most of what he was talking nearly didn't mean much to us, but nosotros ofttimes heard nigh Vikings, Mongols, Cossacks and Tatars, the Austro-Hungarian Army and Russia, Hitler and Stalin. His sense of ill-fated tragedy made a deep impression on us.
My granddad left his pregnant married woman and young daughter (Mary) in Luzhek Verkhniy, Ukraine to come to America in 1909. My grandmother left their daughter in Ukraine to exist raised by Mary'due south grandparents and came to America with her five-month-old son in 1910. They had half-dozen more than children born in this country. Our aunt Mary finally came to America to alive with her parents in 1926, at the age of 18. Almost of her aunts and uncles who she grew up with came over at various times, also. Except for one who was "killed by Stalin," presumably because he stayed.
Our hearts experience very heavy. I wonder if some sort of genetic retention is at work here. Took a peek at CNN and saw some people in Ukraine kneeling in a urban center square, praying. I had to plow it off. If you accept any comments, please don't make them political. My thoughts and prayers are for the Ukrainian people.
On Friday we returned to Sheep Farm, final visited early on in April, so we still oasis't visited when the leaves are green. Maybe next summer on a low humidity day. Autumn colors were even so pronounced on this lovely day.
Most of the birds nosotros saw were too far abroad but I finally spotted this goldfinch, perchance a juvenile or nonbreeding female. I was delighted fifty-fifty if he/she wasn't brightly colored or willing to come up out of the foliage.
And and so, afterward such a wonderful mean solar day, that night I had a new experience, watching a livestreaming concert on my laptop. It was wonderful!
I've been a Mary Chapin Carpenter fan for years. My father introduced her music to me one nighttime when he was watching a recorded performance she had on PBS. It must accept been in the late 1980s. My father played the guitar and he and I shared a love of guitar-playing troubadours. He loved Woody Guthrie. I loved James Taylor. We both loved Mary Chapin Carpenter. I started buying Mary Chapin's CDs and playing them while driving around boondocks in our 1988 Dodge Caravan with our first CD player that came with the car.
And so, one day in 2012, I found out that she was going to practise a show on September 15 in a cabaret setting at the Jorgensen Heart for the Performing Arts in Storrs, Connecticut. Correct there in the town where I grew up! Just everything was falling apart in our lives at the time. Tim had been hospitalized for several days in August with a cardiovascular outcome, my failing 97-twelvemonth-old aunt was being moved from elderly housing into my father's house, and my begetter was sick and wheelchair-spring. Fifty-fifty then, Tim and my brother-in-constabulary John held downward the fort so my sis Beverly and I could go see the concert together. Mary Chapin talked a lot between her songs about her life and her music and information technology felt very intimate. It was such an extraordinary evening to share with my sister, who is also a fan.
This concert was special, too, livestreaming with two hours of music, but no talking in betwixt the songs. It must exist foreign singing without being able to see and become feedback from your audition. Mary Chapin'south voice has gotten deeper over the years but is all the same beautiful and expressive. I constitute myself comfy and cozy on the couch, content to be enjoying the unfolding of a new retentiveness.
I matter about staying habitation during the pandemic is having gobs of time to sort through all the family stuff I've been grumbling nigh for years. The other day I discovered the to a higher place nautical chart, created by me when I was eleven years onetime!
When people see how passionate I am about family history they often ask how long I've been researching my tree. "For as long every bit I can call up," is my usual reply. Well, now I have proof I was doing information technology at least since age 11. 🙂
Looking at this made me smile because it has and then many mistakes, mostly the spellings of some of my cousins' names. And using nicknames where I wasn't certain of the full proper noun. But I did the best I could after interviewing my parents. No dates. I was keenly interested in the relationships.
After I found this chart and drifted downward memory lane for awhile, Tim suggested we go for a drive up in Ledyard because 1 of his friends said the trees were starting to show their fall colors. It was a beautiful Sunday drive! Please savour a lilliputian glimpse of our autumn. I have a feeling because of the drought it might become by too quickly…
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
~ Pablo Neruda
(The Poetry of Pablo Neruda)
Local COVID-19 update:
Ledge Light Health Commune is tracking an uptick in the number of COVID-19 cases in southeastern Connecticut. People are letting their guards downward. We decided to try a take-out order on Monday — it was succulent — and and then heard this news and decided we won't be doing that over again. Numbers are now college than they were in April. People are gathering and not post-obit protocols.
LLHD recorded 60 new cases during the week of Sept. 19-25 and some other 43 new cases this weekend alone. Those numbers compare to a low indicate of five new cases a week in mid-August.
New London County at present has ane,959 confirmed cases of COVID-19. Of those, 14 people are in the hospital and 115 have lost their lives. That'south 339 new cases and seven more than in the hospital since September 9 when I last reported. We were startled to run across our part of the state the new expanse of increased business on the news. Living in our chimera has become a comfortable routine yet this is raging all around us. It'south unsettling. A reminder that nosotros're doing all this staying habitation for a reason.
On Tuesday we decided to take another leaf peeping bulldoze, equally it was too humid for a walk. The atmospheric condition people said that the colors are coming two weeks early because of the drought then we might exist headed upwards to the Quiet Corner of Connecticut sooner than planned for our fall drive. Still a lot of yellows for now simply we did run across a few rust and orange leaves…
We are under a gale alert today as we get some desperately needed rain. Waiting to see how many leaves will be left on the trees tomorrow!
Jon Stephen Chomiak (1909-1919)
c. 1914
If you've been following this weblog for a while you may recall a picture show of my Ukrainian grandmother and three of her viii children. (Katherine's Children)
This motion picture is special because it is the only picture I have of Jon, who came to America with his mother when he was only five months old. He was born in Ukraine on xix September 1909 and arrived on the SS Finland at Ellis Island in New York City on 4 March 1910. Sadly, he died at dwelling of appendicitis when he was just ix years erstwhile. His family was living in Buffalo, New York at the time.
At the time this picture was taken his older sis Mary was still living in Ukraine with their grandparents. The youngest four children (Lillian, Olga, Theodore, Ludmila) had non been born yet. At that place is a mystery child mostly unaccounted for, a male child named August or Augustine. No 1 seems to know anything well-nigh him except that he died as a toddler later on ingesting something stored nether the kitchen sink. I can discover no birth or death records for this child, merely it seems he was younger than Jon and older than Augusta Jean. Information technology seems likely to me that Augusta was named after her brother who had probably died shortly before she was born.
Oddly enough, when one of my aunts filled out a family unit group sheet for me she gave August's birth date as the same date as Augusta's, leading me to consider that perhaps they were twins, however no 1 else in the family thinks this is likely. Merely it does seem likely that August was born in 1911 because Jon was born in 1909 and Augusta was built-in in 1913 and at that time most siblings were born well-nigh two years apart. And Lillian was born in 1915.
Anyhow, my Aunt Lil remembered that Jon was buried in "Father Baker's Cemetery" in Lackawanna, New York. On a 2002 summer trip to western New York, nosotros constitute the cemetery, which is at present known as Holy Cross Cemetery, simply we were disappointed to notice no tape of his burial in the office and no death document in the city hall. (Years later I discovered the family was actually living in nearby Buffalo, co-ordinate to 1920 census records.) The kind people at the cemetery said that there were many graves not withal recorded in their database.
Aunt Lil remembered Jon fondly as a very loving big brother who bought his picayune sisters Jean (she went by her middle proper noun) and Lil candy whenever he could. He was an altar boy at the church, and helped the family unit out by collecting coal from the railroad tracks, which nosotros also located. We discovered quite a fleck about Male parent Baker (1842-1936), and learned that the church where Jon must have served was replaced by the Basilica of Our Lady of Victory (consecrated 26 May 1926), which nosotros toured.
Aunt Lil was 4 years one-time when her beloved large brother died and she spoke of him frequently through the years. Aunt Jean was 6 years old when Jon died. The middle proper noun given to her only son is Jon. Lil and Jean were seven and nine years old when their babe brother, my father, came forth. According to him they teased him relentlessly. 🙂
Today is Jon'southward birthday and likewise the 7th anniversary of my father's death. A bit of synchronicity that I would stumble across this picture today when I was looking for something else.
epitome credit: Western Neighborhoods Project/OpenSFHistory
We all want answers today, and science is not going to give them. Science is uncertainty. And the pace of uncertainty reduction in science is way slower than the stride of a pandemic.
~ Brian Nosek
(The Washington Post, May 26, 2020)
I've been thinking about scientists a lot lately, beacuse of the pandemic, so when I read the above quote in the newspaper about "the pace of uncertainty reduction in science" it defenseless my attention. I remember my male parent teaching me that whenever science finds an "respond" it only brings more questions into focus. The more scientists learn, the more they capeesh how much they still don't know.
Experiment, observe and gather data. Make educated guesses and investigate some more than. My father spent his entire research career studying chicken viruses. Information technology'southward kind of astonishing that at that place could exist so much to learn about just ane kind of virus. Years and years of probing and analysis.
sometime in the 1960s
~ photograph past Thommie White, my grandmother
Equally far as I tin can tell, the scientists studying the coronavirus pandemic have been very candid well-nigh what they nevertheless don't know. Nevertheless, their best estimate is that wearing a mask makes sense considering it will likely protect other people from you if y'all happen to take the virus (with no symptoms) and are spreading it without realizing information technology. Combined with social distancing and frequent hand-washing, this is our best strategy for slowing down the spread of COVID-19 for now. Rest assured scientists are withal searching for answers, hoping to reduce the doubtfulness as soon as humanly possible!
Idunn was married to Bragi, god of poesy, and she was sweet and gentle and kind. She carried a box with her, fabricated of ash wood, which contained golden apples. When the gods felt age beginning to bear upon them, to frost their pilus or anguish their joints, then they would go to Idunn. She would open her box and let the god or goddess to consume a single apple. Every bit they ate it, their youth and power would render to them. Without Idunn'south apples, the gods would scarcely be gods …
~ Neil Gaiman
(Norse Mythology)
Iduna (Iðunn, Idun, Idunn, Ithun, Idunna) is my favorite Norse goddess, generally because of the apples, my favorite fruit. It's been my experience that an apple a day does go along the md away. And at present, during apple picking flavour, my thoughts turn to Iduna and the art depicting her I've posted to my blog in the past.
Nine years ago I posted this story about my father, who was however alive at the fourth dimension:
When my begetter was a boy growing up on a New England farm during the Keen Depression, his family picked as many apples as they could and stored some of them in a barrel in the root cellar. Of form he ate as many as he could while picking them, but his parents had a dominion nearly the ones in the barrel he plant exasperating. If anyone wanted an apple tree later in the fall or winter, he was required to accept one that was the least fresh. Past the time they got to the fresher ones they had also become much less fresh! So all winter he was having to make do with eating not-and then-great apples. If only he had known he might accept called on Iduna to keep the apples fresher longer!
Dad's favorite variety was the McCoun. After half dozen years, I even so miss him. Volition be stopping by the orchard once again soon. ♡
One of the strange things nigh living in the earth is that it is only at present and so one is quite certain i is going to live forever and ever and e'er. One knows information technology sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes 1 cry out and i'south heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sunday — which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gilded stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be maxim slowly over again and over again something one cannot quite hear, all the same much one tries. And then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes 1 certain; and sometimes a audio of far-off music makes it truthful; and sometimes a look in some one'due south eyes.
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett
(The Clandestine Garden)
I'm however poking effectually through my babyhood papers and drawings. My mother was the true bookworm in our family. So many images coming back to me now, like my parents in the evening, my mother with her nose in the newspaper and my male parent watching television.
At bedtime, my mother read to united states, fifty-fifty subsequently we were old enough to read for ourselves. One of my favorite books was The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. (Obviously I loved it and then much I illustrated my own version of a secret garden.) And often my male parent would start playing the piano, gentle Bach lullabies sending us off to slumber.
Spring is in the air! Time to pick up the pace and plow through some more boxes. Onward!
Work on the stuff in boxes has slowed way down because 1 box in particular has loads of my work from grammar school. Piece of work that my mother had saved. The trip down memory lane has been surreal… and slow…
The above cartoon was with a group of papers created when I was about seven years old. Nosotros had to draw things nosotros were thankful for. I drew my house, the American flag, and this television. Information technology made me grinning.
Recently I've learned that I call up in pictures, rather than words or patterns. I had a reputation for being a bookworm, and I do love read, but I do it very slowly and my reading comprehension is not upwardly to par. (I now take my form schoolhouse report cards to confirm that.) I find it very interesting that I did not depict a book for this consignment!
I nonetheless beloved watching T.V., although at times I am embarrassed to acknowledge information technology. Some people can be pretty snooty about how mind-numbing they retrieve most of what is offered is. And information technology is. Simply as I was growing upwardly my parents required us to watch nature (think Jacques Cousteau), scientific discipline and history documentaries. To this day I all the same watch and bask them!
Later my mother died I would watch T.V. with my father on Wednesday nights, Nature and Nova on PBS. And Masterpiece Theatre on Sundays. And present you lot will find me glued to the set up when Finding Your Roots, with Henry Louis Gates, Jr. comes on!
I night in Oct last year, I found an episode of Nature online. I invited Katherine to sentinel A Squirrel's Guide to Success with me on my laptop. To my surprise and please, she was utterly fascinated — we do watch squirrels a lot when we're outside — and stayed put to watch the whole program with me. 🙂
I volition go on reading books, but I'thou more gentle with myself now when I have difficulty post-obit along. And in honour of my inner child, I will now be watching T.V. without apology!!!
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