traveling up and down the blind highway

Epiphany or the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles, is celebrated as part of the Christmas tide.The date can vary from the Sunday after New Year’s to the 19th of January. Differences are due in part to using the Julian or the Gregorian calendars. The Catholic church along with other Western Christian churches changed the celebration to the Sunday after New Years Day. The traditional day for Epiphany is November 6

Even the events that this holiday commemorates different events in Christ’s life.

In the western churches the emphasis is on the visitation of the Magi to the child Jesus. It marks the gift of the Christ to the Gentiles.

In the Eastern Churches the date marks when Christ initiated his public ministry. The baptism of Jesus as well as the wedding of Canna is celebrated .

Tradition dictates that Christmas decorations are taken down the day after Epiphany or on January 7th.

This year, I am leaving the decorations up until the 7 th, or the last day of Epiphany tide. My Daughter and Son in Law are to visit the Sunday before . It will be a very Christmas celebration.

So if you feel like continuing the Holidays, You have an extension by tradition into Mid January.

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Every year we celebrate the holidays.

People agree on most dates to celebrate.

In some cases, Epiphany’s date is elusive.

Perhaps it is tradition or covenience.

Happily, all can agree on the Manifestation of the Lord.

Another reason to celebrate in January is welcome.

No objections to any holiday.

Yearning to keep the holiday spirit going, we keep up our Christmas lights.

Carol Farnsworth

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Copyright 1/6/22

Welcome readers to a new year and a new perspective by guest writer, Leonard Touchyner. He has an interesting view on the pandemic and our responce to it. Leonard puts forth several thoughts about change and positive results to the pademic. His email is below his essay.

Carol Farnsworth

Too Shall Pass, a Different Perspective on Pandemics

How will the pandemic end?  I’m convinced this is not the important question.  Like a bug that can only feel his way moment by moment, he is not aware of what lies a few inches away until he gets there. The pandemic we are in at the present time will end. We know that because we periodically have pandemics, and all of them end.  It always happens that way.  It is simply for us to know that we want to survive it.  Maybe, as individuals, we will, and maybe we won’t. We know there are ways to improve the odds of survival. So, we concentrate on those ways. At least some of us do.  Others are in denial and refuse to understand the pandemic is real.  COVID is as real as polio or HIV. Others realize that the present pandemic will happen, and then it will end, to give way to another epidemic down the road. Why sweat it?

I could go on and on about the ways people deal with the present pandemic, but the point is, that is not the right question.  What are the more effective queries to consider? How about, what do these episodes of death accomplish for us? What is their purpose?  That would bring us a little closer to a better understanding. Let’s engage that question for a moment.  Let’s stretch out our feelers and get a bigger picture.

Pandemics kill a lot of people. They disrupt the direction a society is going. They force us to slow down and re-evaluate. It’s not a very pleasant experience, but it definitely happens. Maybe they tell us what we may be doing wrong. 

When COVID had its way with us, the air became clearer.  It stimulated the growth of alternative energy sources. It disrupted our supply lines, making it difficult to get a car. People were driving less. Pollution slowed down.

At least we can say not all the effects of a world illness are detrimental. Some of the immediate effects are bad, even devastating, but what would the long-range effects be?  Could it change our way of life?  Would that be a good thing?

We seem to just want the sickness go away and let us back to life as normal. Is that a good thing? Obviously not. As soon as we come to understand that our way of life, based partially on getting more and more out of the Earth, is not sustainable.  Our economy as it is now depends on ceaseless consumerism.  That is based on getting as much as we can in as short a time as possible. Our whole economy is structured that way. Do we really want cities with a pall of foul air surrounding them?  Do we want our water dirty? Do we want a world with decreasing life span and less and less diversity of life? I certainly don’t.

The farther we go down this path, the harder it will be to alter course. But what should we alter it to?

I’m going to take a leap here which is obvious to me but may not be obvious to others. If the Earth we live in is healthy, the living things are going to be healthy.  The same principle works in reverse. If the world we live in is unhealthy, we will also be unhealthy.  One way to determine what a person values is to visit his or her home.  

This is not a diatribe. Not everything we’re doing is wrong. But we need a change of direction.  The sooner we get down to business in finding those things which most need to change, the sooner we can say “this, too, changed.” But eventually in time, we will need another change in direction. If we don’t find our own way, there will be another plague to get us started in a better direction. 

In this world, change happens very fast. What it takes to participate in these changes may require increasing rigorous feedback from the world to get our attention. I’m afraid we may not have too many chances in the future to respond to these increasing rigors.

Don’t say “this, too, shall end.” Instead, say “what do we need to learn from this particular harsh lesson?”  Then do your part, whatever you see your part as being.

tuchyner5@aol.com

copyright 1/1/22

Many people reflect on changes to make in the new year. Since this is a blog about the experience of a blind individual, I will put forth curtersy rules when interacting with the blind.

People don’t have conversations often with a blind person. When they do, they may need some guidelines of what to do and not do. The braille group I belong to thought the curtersy rules from the Federation For The Blind a good starting point to open a line of communication.

These few rules will go a long way to accepting differences in each other without invading another’s personal space.We can all use a little help from our friends.

Speaking of friends, I would like to take this time to thank my regular readersof this blog. Your comments and likes make me write a better blog for you.

I would like to thank the readers who fly occasional with me. I hope to see you as a regular reader soon.

Finally, I wish to thank my family and friends that drop in and offer encouragment and corrections. Special thanks to my husband, John who cuts, paste and reads my blog before publishing. You make my day.

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long to be heard,

open conversations with each other,

good exchange of thoughts and ideas.

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copyright 12/30/2121

There are two informal holidays that interest me today. The first is call a friend day. I imagine that many of you have done this in the past several weeks. But what about that email or card that appeared from someone that you haven’t thought of for months or years?

I have several old friends and relatives that have reached out to me this season but I haven’t return the favor. I hate to make cold calls out of the blue. I even put off calls to apple support until I have tried every solution I can think of.

The reason I don’t enjoy calls is my hearing, or lack of it. If I am honest with myself, I know that I can use a speaker phone or my blue tooth that talks directly into my hearing aids. So why am I so hesitant?

What can I say to people that I no longer know? I need to change my mind set. Calling to say hello is not about me. It is about the person that reached out to me. They may want a sounding board, a connection with the past or a confirmation that I am still alive.

So I will look through my contacts to place a long overdue call. I may find that I may even enjoy it.

The second informal holiday is play a card game day. Though I could play solitare with my braille cards, maybe I could invite a couple to come and play cards. Playing a game is a good way to have conversation about the game and what is going on in each other’s lives.

So today, I will call friends, to make a date to visit. Yes, I will bring a deck or two of cards. Deal!

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Let Your Fingers do the Walking

Let your fingers do the walking through the contacts.

they will run down the list.

To find a long lost friend. Let the fingers do the dialing.

To touch another with a friendly hello.

Even if you get voice mail, you have touched them.

You may be surprized with the results.

Happy calling.

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 12/28/21

We are making up for the shut down and sheltering in place of Christmas 2020. We are determine to celebrate as usual but at what cost?

Recently, my husband and I went to the grocery store to pick up several needed items. There were many empty shelves of items that are normally available.

There were no jars of Chicken gravy to be seen. This was that case in several stores. Karo syrup was in short supply. Evaporated milk filled the shelves but no dry or condense milk was seen.

Others odd missing holiday items was the absence of peppermint candy canes. The peppermint crop was affected by a fungus. There was not enough of the herb to make the tradition candy treat. No peppermint candy ice cream was manufactured for this Christmas.

A friend that adores peppermint candy ice cream took matters into her own hands. She found some candy canes and vallina custard ice cream. Crushing the candy, she blended them into the ice cream to make her own concoction.

Tinsel was also not to be seen for purchase. While visiting a friend, I noted that she had tinsel adorning her Christmas tree. When asked where she got it, she confessed that she kept the tinsel from year to year.

Supplies are not the only changes in the shopping experience. People have forgotten social distancing while hurrying to grab that last bag of stuffing. Most people are not masked and not covering their mouths when they cough.

A small child in a basket, grabbed a box of cerieal and sneezed on the box. The adult took the box and put it back on the shelf.

Only 10% of custoners are using masks comparied to most of the workers. Just because vaccines and boosters are readily avalible, doesn’t mean that people are using them.

There has been a sharp increase in purchasing and the use of home Corona tests. Some have waited over three hours to received a test.

Even in our houses of worship, people are crowded into pews, standing close to others in lines and not covering their nose and mouth when coughing. Believe in God’s goodness should not be confused with using vaccines and masks.

Finally, my daughter and her husband decided to take their Christmas cruise. The cruise was canceled last year. They chose a cruise that didn’t cater to families with small children. In every photo from the ship, they are the only ones in view. When questioned, they admitted that the ship is only 30% full.

This Christmas, families will meet, celebrate and be together. The usual number of flu and virus germs will be spread around. Hoping that none of the germs or viruses are deadly! Keep your guard up and your mask on in large crowds.

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Santa is down with the flu

O you better watch out,

you better not sneeze.

Turn away from the coughing breeze,

Santa Clause is down with the flu!

He made a list and gave it to me.

to deliver toys,

to good girls and boys.

Santa Clause is down with the flu.

He’s sneezing in the morning,

he’s coughing in the eve.

He has a box of tissue,

sitting on his knee.

Cookies and milk, complete with a mask.

Helping Santa is a needed task.

Santa Clause is down with the flu.

carolaspot.aol.com

copyright 12/23/2021.

Natel Luz or Christmas festival of light is held in Fermata Brazil from November 12 to January 13, Making it the longest and largest Christmas festival in Brazil.

It started in 1986 with a concert and a Christmas light show. It is now the largest Christmas festival in Brazil. Earning Fernatta the name Christmas capital of Brazil.. There are many activities during the festival. One of the most popular is walking into a ninety nine foot Christmas tree. You feel a part of the decorations. There are 3500 ornaments , 2500 strings of lights, 1000 strobe lights and a snow making machine.

Other events are tree decorating contests, concerts, reindeer and a dramatic readings of traditional Christmas stories.

One of the most anticipated events is a floating parade with singers and music on lighted barges. The show has five sections. They depicts the history of man from Adam and Eve, through the birth of Christ ending with the last days. Over one million five hundred thousand people visit Fermata from November to January each year.

Christmas in Brazil is celebrated on December 24th. This is when families and friends gather to greet the coming of Christmas.

I dedicate this article to my special Brazilian sister, Adelia, She was telling me that this year the festivities are being limited because of the virus.

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A Brazilian Christmas

The warm breezes flow over the start of flowers blooming.

A cool sea wind pushes waves to lap at the shore.

Men and women dress in colorful flowered shirts and dresses.

One can see the snow on the mountain caps in a distance.

This is Christmas in San Paulo Brazil .

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 12/21/20211

Tis time for the final step in getting the presents under the tree and labeled with the recipient’s name. This is a joy and challenge for a blind person.

When buying rolls of wrapping paper, I would look for paper that had a texture or foil on one side. Without the texture clues, I wrap the paper with the white side out. When wrapping large packages, I will wrap the item on a bed. Some heavy items are stapled together. When I wrapped an advent beer calendar. The staple hit a can of beer and created a leak when the carton was unwrapped.

Some of the texture paper was so heavy, it was diffucult to crease. I used the stapler with caution.

I notice that the newer rolls of paper were thinner and rip easily when trying to use them. I have to cut much more than I needed to get enough for a box to be wrapped.

Finally I give up with odd shaped presents and find a gift bag to put the item in. Then I surround the gift with tissue paper. I use white so I don’t have to worried about matching colors.

I have the same matching problem with colors of ribbon and bows. I have abandoned the use of ribbons, except to hang Christmas cards on. I will select a bow based on it’s size in relation to the package and stick it on. Even if it is a different color, I consider it an accent.

The hardest task is the labeling of each present with the name of the person to receive it. I start with a braille name on a label. This is attached to the outside of the present. later, I will go back and print the name of the recipient with a thick Magic marker. Since there is braille on the label, the person knows that the present is from me.

I love gathering all the gifts to give away around the bottom of the tree. They add a festive touch to the tree display.

Our holoday was early this year. So I am ready to store the wrappings in the basement for next year. I have wrapped it up!

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Ribbons and bows

Ribbons, bows, I see

On festive bags

under my tree.

What does a baby see?

She grabs a red bow,

as she cries with glee.

No presents, but an empty box

to play hide and seek.

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 12/16/21

Dear readers,

It was brought to my attention that the author’s husband first name is Sanford Rosenthal not Samual.

My apologies to Sally Rosenthal and to you, the readers.

I heard it incorrectly with my voice over program.

Carol Farnsworth

On a cold drizzling day, I listened to this book by Sally Rosenthal. Her poetic memories, take the reader from an English cottage to a small village in Pennsylvania. Along the way we are introduced to Sally’s grandparents, parents and her husband Samual. Her family’s circle was complete with three guide dogs and the seven cats that adopted her.

With a cup of coffee, I listened as Sally shared her losses, grief and endurance.

I felt the underlying joy with rememberences. The scent of peonies sprayed on the wrist, a gift from her deceased husband. The talents contributed to her in her grandparents DNA. The felted ears and furry head nuzzled by her animals made moments of joy, knowing she was loved.

The book helped me to consider loss as a part of living and the lost are not forgotten, but kept alive in these stories.

After reading “Peonies in Winter,” I was left with hope and comfort that love, once experienced, is never diminished.

You can order this book from Amazon as an ebook or as a print edition. All proceeds will be donated to Guiding Eyes for the Blind in Huntington New York.

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The Scent of Remembrance

On a warm Spring day, the scent of violets profuse the air.

Mild in small clusters, the field of blue assults my senses.

I am taken back to a little girl,

wanting to bring every flower as a love offering to her Mother.

She is allowed to pick all the violets she wanted.

They will be encouraged to bloom more.

Her gift is accepted and placed in a clean jelly jar.

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 12/14/2021

Before I get into the peanut brittle story let me offer you a MP3 to listen to of an interview at my local library. They have a podcast studio and asked me to come and talk about my poetry book, “Leaf Memories.” I read four of my poems. The recording is about a half an hour.

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-qpkbs-114c2ea

Now to the Peanut brittle and aging. My Husband John has made several types of brittle for family and neighbors. He has it down to a science. I assist with the prep, and breaking and packaging of the tasty treats.

On the days he makes the candy, the house has a sugary smell that you can almost taste. It hangs in the air for hours.

This year, the process didn’t go as smoothly. John’s cooked candy was dark and tasted burnt. He tried several batches with the same results. He decided that he had bought an off brand of Karo syrup and that must be the reason for the ruined candy.

He was able to produce several batches of peanut, cashew and pumpkin seed brittle with some success.

When we went to buy more syrup, the shelves were bare. When we saw the syrup in a small store, we grabbed it!

Having two bags of peanuts and one of cashews, John decided to attempt the peanut brittle again. During this cooking, the two glass thermometer were fogged and were difficult to read the temperature of the candy mixture. Again even with three thermometers, the candy was still overdone.

Again, John looked at the Karo syrup, but it was the name brand and was what he had used in the successful batches of brittle.

As a last resort, he rechecked the recipe closely. In all the years of making the brittle, he had put the vanilla, water and baking soda mixture in just before done at 300 degrees.

He had forgot the correct time to put in this mixture and was adding it at a much lower temperature, causing the candy to burn.

Following the recepe, the cashew and peanut brittle came out perfectly.

As we age, our memory may tell us incorrect information or think we can do a task without checking. We had four batches of ruined brittle to prove that this is not a good idea.

I find that I have started to check and re-check directions even if I am sure I remember. Sometimes I am correct and sometimes I am wrong. This is Just a price of aging. I called it muddled thinking.

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Breaking Brittle

a large round brittle piece,

When cool, breaks into small tasty sections,

loose peanuts left for squirrels.

carolaspot@aol.com

copyright 12/9/2021