Goulash February 4, 2021

Today I made my Mother in Law’s goulash recipe with a few refinements of my own. Besides meat it had carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, tomato paste, peas, onions and garlic. It was layered in a roaster and cooked for several hours in the oven.

As the dish was cooking, I thought ,”Why not have a word goulash?” So with a bit of this and a little of that here is my goulash blog.

Earnest Hemingway said, ”Writing is easy. You just sit down at a typewriter …and bleed.”

While cutting up the vegetables, I wondered where are all the fresh vegetables coming from in the middle of winter? When I was a kid, my mother had canned vegetables from the garden. We enjoyed, tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, carrots, asparagus and cabbage as kraut. Other veggies were bought frozen or we did without. We looked forward to spring and new leafy vegetables.

We have many choices to put in our goulash but the flavor has been decreased by early harvesting and travel. I put in more spices to make up for the flavor difference.

The idea of slow cooking is very popular. Once difficult to fit into a day with work and chores. Now with more people working from home, watching a low temperature oven or crock pot, people are managing both tasks. The aroma of a slow cooked meal permeates the air. Words like, delightful, palatable , savory and pleasant. I am tempted to open the oven door or the top of the crock pot to allow more aromas to escape.

Finally, the roaster is out and resting before serving. I never understood why a dish must rest until I try to taste test the goulash directly from the oven. I burned my tongue for my trouble .

The meal was dished out on the table and we blessed the gift of a home cooked meal from the past.

May you make your own goulash soon. But let it rest.

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Goulash

Gather the meat and vegetables to start the dish.

Open the recipe box to see a traditional preparation.

Understanding our tastes have changed, I add and omit ingredients.

Good smells are released into the house.

A quick look into the oven to savor the escaping vapor.

Shut the door to complete the cooking.

Happy with the results but please don’t burn yourself!

Copyright 2,4,21 Carol Farnsworth

carolfarn@aol.com

Groundhog Day February 2, 2021

Since my blog post falls on this strangest of holidays, I decided to delve into the history of this celebration.

The holiday had it’s origin in Germany in the 1600 century. The date marks the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. it was initially the time that bears woke from their hibernation . As the bear population decreased, the weather predicting animal changed to a badger.

When German and Dutch settlers came to North America, they brought their tradition to a native animal, The groundhog.

The tradition states if the groundhog sees his shadow he returns to his burrow and there will be 6 more weeks of winter. If the day is cloudy and the shadow is not seen, the prediction is for an early spring.

This holiday has been celebrated in Punxsutawney, PA. since 1886. A local newspaper is credited with starting the holiday.

Over the 130 plus years, there have many Phil and Phillis groundhogs as weather animals. The average lifespan of a groundhog is three years. No matter what the sex, the Punxsutawney groundhog has been named Phil.

Though this holiday is celebrated in many states and Canadian provinces, Punxsutawney groundhog day is the most popular.

In the last several years the appearance of Phil has been live streamed from Punxsutawney. Phil appears between 7:20 and 7:30 a.m. This is great for this year of social distance and no crowd gathering.

Can’t get up that early? You will be able to watch the video on You tube all day.

So from Europe to the North America’s new world, to a computer or t.v. near you, Enjoy a bit of our forefathers and mothers cultural superstitions.

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A One Day Show

Time to awaken, get out again.

Day is dawning, climb out on the den.

The smell of humans, so much noise!

No wonder Phil retreats to the den much annoyed.

Copyright 2./2/21 Carol Farnsworth

carolfarn@aol.com

Tripping January 28, 2021

In my immediate physical space, I like to keep order and have it free clear of clutter. Doors are closed, shoes put away and furniture in the same place. This is how a blind person keeps the home safe. There are still obstacles that occur, such as an open dish washer. In December, I mentioned that by tripping over the open door, I fell and broke my left hip. Now that I am healing, what do I do to make my home safe again? My husband, John was all for attaching an alarm to the door. He went to the Hardware store and bought a window alarm. This would emit a very loud continuous high pitch sound. It would be great to thwart a burglar but It made me avoid opening the dish washer. After a couple days of washing dishes by hand, My husband removed the alarm. Now what to do? I needed a reminder when the door was open. I looked on the internet, most of the alarms were constant and not made for appliances. Finally, I found a website,”The Blind Mice Mega Mall”. The group of virtual stores are owned and run by blind people. In the store,”Journeys”,I found an alarm that would start after a door was open for 45 seconds. The beep was intermittent and loud enough to get my attention. The small devise attached to the outside of the door with industrial double sided tape and runs on two double aa batteries. Before you think this is an endorsement, which it is, I had to spend three weeks to find such an item on the internet. This item was not on Amazon, Walmart or any hardware site. A member of one of my online blind groups told me to research store for the blind on the web. The old joke of a blind person taking three times the work to do what a visual person can do was true in this instant. I was proud that I did find the alarm and order it with little assistance. My point, is that the disabilities act was passed in1992. In 2010, companies on the internet were taken to court to make their websites accessible to all disabilities. Sadly this is not always the case. What can we do? Report companies that make it hard to find and order items online. Use the website that are accessible. Support new entrepreneurs that have products that the disabled need to be more independent .

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Hey Siri,

Hi Carol,

What can I do for you?

Search for an alarm for dish washer door.

“I seem to be having a problem with the connection.Try again later”.

After several try’s, I sigh and give up.

copyright 1/28/21carolfarn@aol.com

Tandeming two hearts working together 1-26-21

As I watch the snow drift down on my porch, I am longing for riding in nature on our tandem. The photo above is my husband , John and myself in bright yellow biking garb standing behind the blue tandem. The orthopedic surgeon allowed me to ride the stationary bike to train for warmer weather biking. I allow my mind to wander as I pedal. The relationship between a tandem couple is based on communication and sharing an experience. There is a captain or the person in the front. This person steers the bike but must tell the second person if a bump or sudden stop is coming. The captain must be aware of the stoker’s comfort in the ride and confidence in the captain. They must both work together to enjoy the ride.

In the same way, the writer and reader are a team. The communication is needed for the writer to pick the story line and deliver an interesting tale. The reader decides if this story is worth the time. The reader must be engaged and be warned of any linguistic bumps along the way. You can’t make a reader read if he or she doesn’t want to.

I know what calls me back to the bike. The adventure of discovery of season changes. The elements of sun, wind and precipitation . Scents, smells and sounds add spice to the ride.

Similarly, the writer must entice the reader to go along with the story. There must be comfort for the reader while giving imagery, sensory and feelings to keep the reader interested in the story and the writer must work to avoid bumps and rough spots in the story. Then reader will want to read more of the writers work.

On this cold January day, Thanks for riding with my musings. Happy tales.

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Two hearts work as one,

In tandeming and writing,

In the team, one is not more important ,

all have a part to play

The captain or writer chooses the course and enhances the ride.

The writer chooses the story and brings the reader into the tale.

Neither the stoker or reader will return if they aren’t engaged and entertained.

Both hearts work together to make the story or ride fun.

Happy tales.

Copyright 1-26-21

My Apologies

Dear Readers,

In today’s blog post, I titled the poem as the prayer of St. Francis.It was really a part of the lyrics from the hymn,”Let There be Peace on Earth, and Let It Begin with Me.” This was written in 1955 by Jill Jackson and Sid Miller.

The Prayer of St Francis author is unknown. The part of the prayer I wanted to use is below.

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The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, Make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me bring love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt , faith

Where there is darkness, light.

And where there is sadness, joy.

For it is in giving, that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

And it is dying, we are born to eternal life.

Disable Hierarchy January 21,2021

In public restrooms, I encounter drama. At a large amusement park, women’s bathrooms are crowded with women lined to use the stalls. No one was using the handicapped stall, so my daughter opened the door for me and resumed her place in line. While I was using the commode, I heard a commotion outside my door. When I opened the door, a woman in a wheelchair was rolling into the stall, cursing that this was for physically handicapped only. I started to use my white cane to strike her chair requesting that she back up to allow me to exit. I am sure that the two handicapped women arguing caused amusement and entertained the women lined up in the room.

My understanding of the use of these stalls that they can be used by any person that may need assistance including families with small children. After leaving the restroom, I felt ashamed that I had created a scene.

While on a shore excursion in Mexico, the guide pointed to the men’s bathrooms and encouraged my husband to take me in. He saw the long line at the women’s restrooms and stated the men’s restroom would be quicker. When we entered a young man in a wheelchair was coming out and he smiled and held the door open.for us.

I have been asked by wheelchair users to move out of their way. I usually reply, “Where would like me to go?”. Often, they don’t see the white cane or understand that I can’t see them. I find the chair users that bump me in the legs to get my attention and without a verbal request annoying.

I must take a mental step back and for a moment put myself in their chair. Maybe, they have been unable to reach items on shelves. Perhaps they are hurting and need to get out of their chair for a while. Or they may have been annoyed by another person. I only know that this is a moment of grace to give a smile and apology, to make up for any misunderstanding.

With a change of attitude and a friendly face, the person in a hurry may pause and end up apologizing too.

If we in the disabled community cannot bring understanding into our encounters, how can we expect able bodied people to get along with us and each other. In these times of division, be a healer not a hurter!

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Prayer of St. Francis

author unknown

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.

With every step I take. Let this my solemn vow.

To take each moment and live each moment in peace eternally.

Let there be peace on earth.

And let it begin with me.

copyright 1/21/21

Carol Farnsworth

carolaspot@aol.com

Grandpa Clifford’s Stories

I come by my story telling from my Grandfather Turnbull. Clifford was interested in the ancestry of the Turnbull clan. In his research, he traced the family back to the origins of the Turnbull surname. Cliff traced the migration of the Turnbull’s leaving Scotland from a small fishing village on the eastern shore to sail to Canada, and finally to the United States. He typed his notes and gave a copy to each of his children and grandchildren.

I was impress with his historical narrative, but I am more interested in the oral stories Gradfather told about his family growing up in Delhi Ontario . The family’s farm was named Hillcrest. It was situated on a small rise and surrounded by a cedar and pine woods. A spring fed stream divided the farm in half. 60 acres were cultivated and 60 acres were wooded.

Clifford relates a number of stories of city raised cousins coming to visit the farm.He recalled his father, Bill, playing jokes on his nieces and nephews.

Uncle Bill put out a trap to catch a woodchuck. Instead, he trapped a skunk. Clifford recalls his father sent the city cousin Raymond to check the trap. Raymond reported that a kitten was in the trap.He didn’t recognize a skunk. Uncle Bill gather all the nephews to watch him shoot the skunk. He had them stand behind the trap. They edged closer as their uncle raised the rifle. When he shot, so did the skunk. Raymond got the worse of the spray. Grandmother wouldn’t allow any of the boys to come for dinner until they were completely rid of the skunk order. They spent a long time in the cold water of the swimming hole.

The girl cousins were not immune to their uncle’s teasing. One of the girls, Florence, was built long and lanky. She would try to ride any animal . One Sunday, Florence was dressed in an embroidered white dress. Uncle Bill and several of his brothers, pointed to the herd of sheep and told to ride one. She climbed the fence and heaved her leg over one of the largest sheep. The men laughed and Florence held on to the angry sheep. She was finally thrown off only to land in the mud. The men applauded, but Florence was in disgrace with the women. She had ruined her best dress.

Clifford would tease his sisters and run and climb a large pine tree to get away from his younger sister Erie. She learned to climb as well as Cliff. He would jump to a neighboring tree and the chase would end.

Agnes, Clifford’s older sister, was small for her age. When Clifford was asked to gather the chicken eggs, he would enlist Agnes to crawl into tight places to find the eggs. When she was under the barn, he would make animal sounds to frighten her.

The following poem is taken from a news clip in Grandpa Cliffords book. It tells of the legend of the surname Turnbull

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He saved the King

Willian was laboring in a lowland glen.

He stopped to watch Robert Bruce ride by with his friends.

The Prince’s tartan flowed in the breeze.

Enraging a young bull grazing in the trees.

William raced between the man and beast.

He grabbed the horns, crack, the bulls life ceased.

The young prince’s life had been saved.

He knighted William for coming to his aid.

Three bloody bulls are on the crest.

The motto ”He saved the king” says the rest.

Carol Farnsworth

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 1-19-21

Waiting for the Vaccine January 14, 2021

As Tevye stated in “Fiddler on the Roof”, “Send us the cure. We have the disease already!” Waiting for a turn at being vaccinated can be as stressful as the past 10 months.

Two companies Pfizer and Moderna, have a vaccine. Johnson and Johnston is close to approval. So why is the vaccine so hard to get ?

Part of the problem is the extremely low temperature that the Pfizer doses must be kept at for storage. Then the short shelf life after thawing. But many people believe that the lack of a plan to distribute and the volunteer manpower to administer the shot is to blame. I will cite my own experience trying to sign up for a time to receive a vaccine .

Last Friday, Yhe State of Michigan announced that the next level of vaccination would start for seniors 65 years and older. In my part of the state, the local hospital care groups would be in charge of signing up and administering the vaccine. After an hour on Friday evening, the website crashed and could not sign up any more people. My care provider decided to have each applicant complete a survey on criteria for the vaccine. I made out my survey and waited for an confirmation email. Instead, I received two additional emails to complete a survey. Now there is no survey and no other information on My health chart.

I have talked with other people, who after the survey were directed to a website to sign up for a vaccination time. Several other friends were frustrated and called the county health dept. and have vaccination dates in February. On the other side of the state, Detroit is opening drive through vaccination centers that will operate 24/ 7 as long at the vaccine is available.

There is no consistent rule for distribution from state to state and within a state.

Some of the blame can be laid at the feet of the current administration. When Pfizer offered to sell additional vaccines to our country, they were turned down. Pfizer sold the promised vaccines to other countries. They and other companies are scrambling to produce the needed doses.

Ironically, the vaccine for Pfizer is produced and shipped less than 70 miles away in my state.

I hope that the lack of information and transparency will be addressed after the inauguration. The number of citizens affected with the virus and the number of hospitalizations and deaths continue to spike.

Even if all the available vaccine could get into people’s arms in the next two months, we would not see a decrease of the virus until early summer.

So I do what I have done for months, stay home, wear a mask and wait my turn to be vaccinated. May you do the same.

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Vaccination

Very slow

At a standstill

Cities set up drive throughs

Citing long lines

Individuals line up

Never has there been such disarray

All wait patiently in the cue.

Testing the limits

Only hoping the doses are still viable

No one knows for sure

Carol Farnsworth Copyright 1/14/21

The cleaning touch January 12, 2021

I have a different way of keeping the house clean and tidy. When I was taking courses at the School for the visually Impaired in Kalamazoo, they taught the clients to use a broom and sweep a small section of floor and use a dust pan to pick the refuse. I kept missing where I stopped and I would miss parts of the floor.

I started to get down on my knees and use a damp cloth to feel for dirt and pick it up . I would shake the cloth over a wastebasket and continue to clean. Up until a year ago I would wash my kitchen floor on my hands and knees. I could feel the spills and crumbs and rinse the cloth in a bucket of water and cleaner.

I feel the counters to know if they need to be wiped down and use the same cleaner to do the job.

In the bathroom, I use smell and touch to check the commodes and sinks. I use foaming cleaners in the sinks and a pleasant scented toilet bowl cleaner. I allow both to sit for awhile before I brush or wipe.

I will feel to see if there is dust on the furniture and use a dusting product to wipe down the the surfaces facing up.

I make a cobweb hunt once a month, whether I feel webs or not. I use a long stick with wooly end to capture the webs and reach the ceiling corners.

I finish the cleaning with a battery operated vacuum, I do not have to worry about a cord tripping me. It can go over different surfaces and picks up most of the dust and dirt.

If you think this kind of cleaning is difficult just take a room in your home and close your eyes and let your other senses tell you the condition of that room. Even a person with sight can benefit from input if all their senses. Is there an odor coming from the drain or commode? Does the sink have attached toothpaste and soap scum? Is there a scum ring around the tub? Are there dust balls in the corners of the floor? Time to clean.

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Vacuuming is such a fulfilling task.

It finds all the debris and fluff.

Sucking the dirt of living.

How wonderful if

copyright 1-12–21