I can understand the progress until Herb mentions Romorantin.... which if I found the 'right' one, it is back south of Paris.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
1919 - April Report
Another busy month of moving around for the 580th.
I can understand the progress until Herb mentions Romorantin.... which if I found the 'right' one, it is back south of Paris.
I can understand the progress until Herb mentions Romorantin.... which if I found the 'right' one, it is back south of Paris.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Eat junk food now, pay the price later
We hear about ourselves, Americans, all the time. I don't think I knew that this was true about the British, as well.
by Sarah Boseley at The Guardian (in the UK), but I found it at the Week in the February 12th edition.
by Sarah Boseley at The Guardian (in the UK), but I found it at the Week in the February 12th edition.
Our atrocious eating habits are going to bankrupt the nation, said Sarah Boseley. In one London borough, Tower Hamlets, one in four kids is obese by age 11—and it’s easy to see why. In that district, home to a street known as the “chicken-shop mile,” fried chicken shops outnumber high schools 42 to one. A vitamin-free diet of fat, grease, and sugary soda leaves the neighborhood’s children both overweight and undernourished. Later in life, those same kids will be at heightened risk of heart disease and cancer. That’s a problem not just for them, but for all of us, because our taxpayer-funded National Health Service will have to treat them. Already, more than 65 percent of English men are obese. “If as a nation we keep piling on the pounds around the waistline,” says NHS England director Simon Stevens, “we’ll be piling on the pounds in terms of future taxes needed just to keep the NHS afloat.” Already, Britain spends more on obesity-related health care than on the police, the fire service, prisons, and the entire criminal justice system combined. It’s no longer enough to have a health-care system that simply treats obese people’s illnesses. The government must do something to stop them from getting fat in the first place.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
It Must be True... I read it in the tabloids
I guess I found a lot in the February 12th edition of the Week, though I probably read the magazine much later...
WTF? Get this woman some Rakfisk (fermented fish) so that she can populate her microbiome with some beneficial bacteria!
I mention the fermented foods only because it seems there are a lot of connections between gut health and mental health through the vagus nerve.
WTF? Get this woman some Rakfisk (fermented fish) so that she can populate her microbiome with some beneficial bacteria!
A Norwegian woman believes she was “born into the wrong species” and is in fact a cat trapped in a human’s body. The 20-year-old, known as Nano, realized she was a feline four years ago, and has since taken to padding around her house on her hands and knees, while wearing a fake cat’s tail, ears, and a pair of pink fluffy paws with which to groom herself. She frequently meows, and claims she has a feline ability to see in the dark as well as a cat’s loathing of water and dogs. “My psychologist told me I can grow out of it,” Nano says, “but I doubt it.”
I mention the fermented foods only because it seems there are a lot of connections between gut health and mental health through the vagus nerve.
Friday, April 15, 2016
Her Search For Her Mother Touches An Entire Chinese City
This story made me cry when I heard it the other day - one of those stories that you stay in your car to hear the whole thing, even though you have arrived at your destination.
I wanted to embed the interview, but I am not clever enough to figure out how to include it. Click here to find it.
Jenna Cook was born in China and abandoned on a street in the huge city of Wuhan in 1992 when she was just a baby.
Cook was adopted by a single American woman, a schoolteacher in Massachusetts, and later co-adopted by her godmother, who is her mother's partner.
Cook was accepted at Yale University, and at 20, she decided to go back to Wuhan in search of her birth mother.
A local newspaper in Wuhan wrote an article about her, touching off a strong response in the city and far beyond. Cook says she was contacted by people in every province in China. Some said they had given up children and others said they were simply taken by her quest.
Cook ultimately met with 50 families to see if she was their daughter.
In those talks, she discovered many things, including the collective pain of Chinese families who had given up children. In most cases, the families had wanted a boy and decided to give up the child when it turned out to be a girl.
Her efforts in China became her college thesis at Yale and an article in Foreign Policy. She spoke about her experience with Morning Edition host Steve Inskeep.
On how she went about searching
Maybe it was really naive of me, but I was hoping that maybe somebody would see my face and think, "Oh, she kind of looks like my cousin," or something like that. Like maybe my own body could serve as a type of evidence of my family, of where I come from, my own genes. I also ended up publicizing the story in Wuhan through the newspapers and through the television.
On who came to see her
In the end we met with almost 50 families that summer. So we heard 50 different stories, and I imagined that it would be mostly women, but I was definitely wrong. There were birth mothers who came alone, but there were also many birth fathers who came alone, and some families brought like the entire family. There would be moms and dads with the grandparents and then other siblings and then the grandkids. There would be like eight or nine people in the room. It was really incredible.
On what she heard from birth families
If I had to kind of extract one coherent narrative, I think they talked a lot about missing this daughter and they really worried about her. They wanted to know if she had survived and if she was OK — kind of like people coming out of a war or refugees or someone emerging from a large disaster and just wondering if the other side had also survived as they had.
On parents who hoped she might be their daughter
One birth mother brought a piece of cloth. She had used the cloth 20 years ago to sew a baby suit for the day that she and her daughter would part. And then she hoped that if she and her daughter were to reunite later, her daughter would have the baby suit and then she would have the scrap. It would be kind of like a lock and key. But I definitely didn't have such a baby suit.
On what she heard from mothers who gave up a baby
For most people it was the combination of needing a son, wanting a son, and also the fact that they already had so many children. I have to say, it was surprising, because in the U.S. we hear "one-child policy," we think, "Oh, there's just one child that the families kept." But I don't think I met any families with one child. They all had like three, four, five, six, seven or even eight children, and there was a pattern in that most of the children of higher birth order were female and then they would keep having children until they had a son. And so the missing daughter was usually not the first daughter. They would usually keep that one. The missing daughter was usually the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, etc.
On whether she found her birth family
I didn't. But I feel like going through the search and listening to the different stories has given me some idea of who they might be or what kinds of things they might have confronted. I am still looking but in a less active way. My DNA was left at a local police station. I figure I just kind of leave it up to fate.
I put one copy of the search poster in my file at the orphanage. It was like the first 30 pages were all other people writing about me, this small infant with no voice and really no ability to choose her destination or fate in the world. And to be able to come back 20 years later with a search poster that I had written about myself and to kind of add that in as the last page, that was really something that felt satisfying.
I wanted to embed the interview, but I am not clever enough to figure out how to include it. Click here to find it.
Jenna Cook was born in China and abandoned on a street in the huge city of Wuhan in 1992 when she was just a baby.
Cook was adopted by a single American woman, a schoolteacher in Massachusetts, and later co-adopted by her godmother, who is her mother's partner.
Cook was accepted at Yale University, and at 20, she decided to go back to Wuhan in search of her birth mother.
A local newspaper in Wuhan wrote an article about her, touching off a strong response in the city and far beyond. Cook says she was contacted by people in every province in China. Some said they had given up children and others said they were simply taken by her quest.
Cook ultimately met with 50 families to see if she was their daughter.
In those talks, she discovered many things, including the collective pain of Chinese families who had given up children. In most cases, the families had wanted a boy and decided to give up the child when it turned out to be a girl.
Her efforts in China became her college thesis at Yale and an article in Foreign Policy. She spoke about her experience with Morning Edition host Steve Inskeep.
On how she went about searching
Maybe it was really naive of me, but I was hoping that maybe somebody would see my face and think, "Oh, she kind of looks like my cousin," or something like that. Like maybe my own body could serve as a type of evidence of my family, of where I come from, my own genes. I also ended up publicizing the story in Wuhan through the newspapers and through the television.
On who came to see her
In the end we met with almost 50 families that summer. So we heard 50 different stories, and I imagined that it would be mostly women, but I was definitely wrong. There were birth mothers who came alone, but there were also many birth fathers who came alone, and some families brought like the entire family. There would be moms and dads with the grandparents and then other siblings and then the grandkids. There would be like eight or nine people in the room. It was really incredible.
On what she heard from birth families
If I had to kind of extract one coherent narrative, I think they talked a lot about missing this daughter and they really worried about her. They wanted to know if she had survived and if she was OK — kind of like people coming out of a war or refugees or someone emerging from a large disaster and just wondering if the other side had also survived as they had.
On parents who hoped she might be their daughter
One birth mother brought a piece of cloth. She had used the cloth 20 years ago to sew a baby suit for the day that she and her daughter would part. And then she hoped that if she and her daughter were to reunite later, her daughter would have the baby suit and then she would have the scrap. It would be kind of like a lock and key. But I definitely didn't have such a baby suit.
On what she heard from mothers who gave up a baby
For most people it was the combination of needing a son, wanting a son, and also the fact that they already had so many children. I have to say, it was surprising, because in the U.S. we hear "one-child policy," we think, "Oh, there's just one child that the families kept." But I don't think I met any families with one child. They all had like three, four, five, six, seven or even eight children, and there was a pattern in that most of the children of higher birth order were female and then they would keep having children until they had a son. And so the missing daughter was usually not the first daughter. They would usually keep that one. The missing daughter was usually the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, etc.
On whether she found her birth family
I didn't. But I feel like going through the search and listening to the different stories has given me some idea of who they might be or what kinds of things they might have confronted. I am still looking but in a less active way. My DNA was left at a local police station. I figure I just kind of leave it up to fate.
I put one copy of the search poster in my file at the orphanage. It was like the first 30 pages were all other people writing about me, this small infant with no voice and really no ability to choose her destination or fate in the world. And to be able to come back 20 years later with a search poster that I had written about myself and to kind of add that in as the last page, that was really something that felt satisfying.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Controlling parents, mean kids
You thought I was MIA, didn't you? I suppose I have; lots going on.
In the meantime:
Totally scary! (And the study was with girls, no less. What about the boys?) I am very worried about the effects of helicopter parents. The whole idea of them terrifies me in general. I try to imagine what parenting was like in the past... I certainly didn't feel watched over all the time. We did have TV, though we were not aloud to watch a lot of it. We did play with neighborhood friends a lot... and even on the slow streets behind our houses.
Taken from The Week, the February 12th edition.
In the meantime:
Totally scary! (And the study was with girls, no less. What about the boys?) I am very worried about the effects of helicopter parents. The whole idea of them terrifies me in general. I try to imagine what parenting was like in the past... I certainly didn't feel watched over all the time. We did have TV, though we were not aloud to watch a lot of it. We did play with neighborhood friends a lot... and even on the slow streets behind our houses.
The toxic effects of helicopter parenting may not end once children head off to college. A new study shows that undergrads who’ve been raised by controlling, manipulative moms and dads may take their anger and stress out on other students. Researchers from the University of Vermont interviewed 180 predominantly female college students about their relationship with their parents as well as their tendency to behave aggressively. Those with domineering parents were more likely to exhibit “relational aggression,” which often involves spreading rumors and backstabbing as well as excluding or publicly embarrassing friends, reports Medical Daily. The students’ physiological response to stress influences how they unleash this hostility on their peers, the study shows. Those who perspired more and grew more agitated while recounting a difficult experience were considered impulsive, while the students who sweated less and reacted calmly were deemed more calculating and manipulative. “If you’re calm, you can be strategic and planned in your aggression,” says lead researcher Jamie Abaied. “You can really use your aggression to control your relationship and stay dominant over your peers.”
Taken from The Week, the February 12th edition.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Dolce & Gabbana Needlepoint
I was flipping through a fashion magazine and this image caught my eye *because* of the needlepointed rose on her shoulder... Maybe as a needlepointer I'm not so uncool, after all.
Though, this dress looks terrible as shown here. Their magazine ad is better.
Though, this dress looks terrible as shown here. Their magazine ad is better.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Klaralund & Noro Silk Garden yarn
Oh my gosh.... I think it could be as many as 8 years later and I have finished one of my sweaters. Just in time for warm/hot weather in New Orleans and then later in Washington, DC. Sigh.
Yarns have been made after this Noro came out which seems to be much better quality and look very similar. The colors of the Noro Silk Garden yarns are particularly pretty, but there is so much junk spun in to the yarn. Hard, scratchy things that are tough to pull out.
I like the result, but though I followed the pattern, the sleeves are a little long for me. I made the Large, allowing for a 41" bust.
I bought the yarn at Wool Winders in Rockville, MD. I can't tell when I bought it, but like I said, probably 6 to 8 years ago....
Yarns have been made after this Noro came out which seems to be much better quality and look very similar. The colors of the Noro Silk Garden yarns are particularly pretty, but there is so much junk spun in to the yarn. Hard, scratchy things that are tough to pull out.
I like the result, but though I followed the pattern, the sleeves are a little long for me. I made the Large, allowing for a 41" bust.
I bought the yarn at Wool Winders in Rockville, MD. I can't tell when I bought it, but like I said, probably 6 to 8 years ago....
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Mes Amis Quilt Shop
I spent a wonderful afternoon with Cathy and Melissa at Mes Amis Quilt Shop in New Orleans. We talked quilts, genealogy, restaurants, history, fashion and a variety of other subjects. I went with the intention of finding Mardi Gras fabric which the web site indicates they carry all year so that I might make myself a skirt for 2017 Mardi Gras.
Here are the fabrics I bought today:
I started with all Mardi Gras themed fabrics and branched out when I didn't like the combinations. Of course after I had picked out my fabrics I turned around and there was a quilt with many of the Mardi Gras fabrics coordinated very nicely.
I ended up buying three yards of the bird fabric... it is a glorious fabric and I thought I might make another skirt or dress.
Here are the fabrics I bought today:
I started with all Mardi Gras themed fabrics and branched out when I didn't like the combinations. Of course after I had picked out my fabrics I turned around and there was a quilt with many of the Mardi Gras fabrics coordinated very nicely.
I ended up buying three yards of the bird fabric... it is a glorious fabric and I thought I might make another skirt or dress.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
1919 Movies
I was curious about what films were released in 1919. You can see a list here and a list of those from 1918 here. What do you suppose these movies say about the time? I mean, right now our movies are about blowing up the world, diseases, zombies and alien invasions... What were they worried about at the end of the war?
It’s the day for writing you, but I’m blessed if I know what I am to write about.
I’ve done nothing but fool around and go to the movies since last week and I expect to keep up that schedule for some time. The Section is doing a bit more work now, having taken over some new territory. We’ve been detached from the 13th Division and attached to the 21st Army Corps, so we have to do all the work of evacuation in the territory over which the corps has jurisdiction. Fortunately this region isn’t a devastated one so we don’t have any of this civilian supply work to do. If you see, since the armistice ambulances are permitted to be used for all sorts of hauling jobs so we’re lucky we haven’t a lot of that sort of thing to do.
At last I’ve heard the first really definite news about going home. Barring accidents SSU 580 will leave for the U.S. between the 1st and the 15th of May. That’s not so soon as I had hoped for but its sooner than I had expected that probably means that I’ll be out of uniform before July 1st – with luck. So here’s hoping I have luck.
Since my last letter to you I’ve had a letter from you and one from Nelly Graham. I don’t know of just what date your letter was but it must have been around Feb. 8 or 9.
The cold weather is all gone around here and some of the trees have started budding. It continues very rainy.
I’m writing to Chas today – just a few lines to let him know I’m still alive. I haven’t written him in at least a month. I’m behind on letters to everyone but you. But honestly there’s not a blooming thing to write about. It’s like being a million miles away from the world to be here. Thank Heaven it can’t last forever.
Be sure + tell me how Harry made out.
As ever your son,
Herbert
Believe it or not this individual with his hat on all wrong and the sour look is your son. Honestly I don’t feel so mean as I look. The picture was taken in Luxembourg near Nagen.
I don' know if this is the picture Herb enclosed with the letter... But he does look sour! And he did complain of the rain at this point, didn't he? Who might have taken the photograph?
Here's a movie made in Denmark in 1918 that caught my eye - a peaceful, vegetarian civilization!
March 3, 1919
Dearest Family,It’s the day for writing you, but I’m blessed if I know what I am to write about.
I’ve done nothing but fool around and go to the movies since last week and I expect to keep up that schedule for some time. The Section is doing a bit more work now, having taken over some new territory. We’ve been detached from the 13th Division and attached to the 21st Army Corps, so we have to do all the work of evacuation in the territory over which the corps has jurisdiction. Fortunately this region isn’t a devastated one so we don’t have any of this civilian supply work to do. If you see, since the armistice ambulances are permitted to be used for all sorts of hauling jobs so we’re lucky we haven’t a lot of that sort of thing to do.
At last I’ve heard the first really definite news about going home. Barring accidents SSU 580 will leave for the U.S. between the 1st and the 15th of May. That’s not so soon as I had hoped for but its sooner than I had expected that probably means that I’ll be out of uniform before July 1st – with luck. So here’s hoping I have luck.
Since my last letter to you I’ve had a letter from you and one from Nelly Graham. I don’t know of just what date your letter was but it must have been around Feb. 8 or 9.
The cold weather is all gone around here and some of the trees have started budding. It continues very rainy.
I’m writing to Chas today – just a few lines to let him know I’m still alive. I haven’t written him in at least a month. I’m behind on letters to everyone but you. But honestly there’s not a blooming thing to write about. It’s like being a million miles away from the world to be here. Thank Heaven it can’t last forever.
Be sure + tell me how Harry made out.
As ever your son,
Herbert
Believe it or not this individual with his hat on all wrong and the sour look is your son. Honestly I don’t feel so mean as I look. The picture was taken in Luxembourg near Nagen.
I don' know if this is the picture Herb enclosed with the letter... But he does look sour! And he did complain of the rain at this point, didn't he? Who might have taken the photograph?
Here's a movie made in Denmark in 1918 that caught my eye - a peaceful, vegetarian civilization!
A group of the researchers from the Earth in a spaceship traveling to Mars, where, to big surprise, finds a peaceful vegetarian and pacifist civilization.
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