Sunday, 31 December 2017

The answer to yesterday's quiz.

The answer to yesterday's quiz is "Hoppin' John"

https://whatscookingamerica.net/History/HoppinJohn.htm


Those of you who knew the answer "knew the answer". 

Others were befuddled or disinterested.

I am not an American Southerner and I do not believe in "good luck", or bad luck. Nevertheless I make Hoppin' John every year to eat on New Year's Day,

It's so tasty.






Saturday, 30 December 2017

Friday, 29 December 2017

2017 The Year of Three Dogs


Penne I cried for three days when she left this life in February.  She was a good friend for nine years.





Ben was with me for just three months then he had to be re-adopted because his separation anxiety when I left my home was pitiful. He is now happily living with a family who already had a Greyhound, so Ben has a good pal. But I still remember that as we walked he would often nudge my hand, a lovely sign of affection.










Izzy the new light of my life. She is not usually allowed to be on the sofa, but I allowed her to stay there until I took this picture of her- in all her majesty and beauty.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

I am that bewildered old duffer

I have a new car.

It is a silver grey coloured small car, a Kia Forte



There are too many silver colored small cars.

So I am that poor old duffer who wanders around parking lots trying to look confident, but in truth utterly unable to find which of the silver colored small cars is his, and hoping that no one notices that he is trying to unlock every single silver coloured small car until he finds his own.

"But there he goes"  they think or say.: "that poor old senile fool who cannot find his car".

YUP.  That's me!

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

CHRISTMAS DAY POST SCRIPT (and a bit about Rolls Royce/Bentley cars)


My new car.  Not really.   My Christmas Day meal was at a  pretty swanky Club.  This Rolls Royce (**) was not in the general parking area. nor in the valet parking area.  It was parked immediately outside the main entrance -  where the valet parking staff could keep it under their watchful eyes.



W hen I was a parish Rector I left the opening of my Christmas Cards until after "Midnight Mass".  I needed to wind down after the various Christmas services before I was ready for sleep. 

No parish duties these days but I still leave the cards unopened until Christmas Day.





I especially like the photo' cards.  Some of the babies I baptised are now teenagers. 

Some of the teenagers in the youth groups are now college graduates, some of them are married, and some of them have children of their own. 

I feel so old, and so very grateful.




It's against the rules, but I allowed Izzy to sit on the Sofa on  Christmas Day.  She is so utterly handsome!

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(**) 

Rolls Royce and Bentley were for seventy years one Company.  When the final British owner (Vickers PLC) sold them the Rolls Royce marque went to BMW, and the Bentley marque to VW.

It's a long and complicated story (look it up for yourself) .

But I was a more than a wee bit amused when the inept and buffoonish British Foreign Secretary (Boris Johnson) recently crowed that the Russians had imported 300 Bentleys.

YES  indeed the Bentleys are made in the U.K. But the hapless Boris failed to mention that Bentley is owned by Volkswagen. 




Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Super friends and good meal on Christmas Day 2017

CHRISTMAS DAY 2017 


For the fourth year in a row I was with my friends (the Revd) Fred Emrich and Diana Emrich. 


Fred, jmp,Diana





We enjoyed a splendid buffet lunch at their Club on Longboat Key (Sarasota) FL.

Terrific salad bar with oysters on the half shell, shrimp, salmon, asparagus etc.

Over abundant and tasty main course buffet.

Desserts "to die for" especially if you like chocolate.






(I chose Flan for dessert - Spanish/American style. not British style.)


Flan U.K.

Flan USA/Spanish





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BEFORE DESSERT!




My main course, Veggies, Prime Rib, Turkey Breast  and Codfish (hidden under the Turkey Breast)



COOL!




Monday, 25 December 2017

Boxing Day - myths, and the truth

December 26th is a public holiday in the U.K. and in some Commonwealth Countries.

There are many tales and myths about its origins (see Snopes article below).

I have uncovered the truth.

It's a public holiday created by and for cats.






https://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/boxingday.asp




Sunday, 24 December 2017

O Holy Night - The Slave Is Our Brother.

I post this every year at Christmastide 

https://youtu.be/gSeLzsl8xsU  "O Holy Night" Nat King Cole sings with beauty and with such superb diction.

The History of "O Holy Night"

The following is not my writing.  I "lifted it" from the WWW


Stories Behind the Music: "O Holy Night"

"O Holy Night" remains one of the world's most beloved Christmas carols, with uplifting lyrics and melody.

The lyrics were written by Placide Cappeau (1808-1877), a resident of Roquemaure, France (located a few miles north of the historic city of Avignon). Cappeau was a wine merchant and mayor of the town, as well as an occasional writer of poetry.

 Known more for his poetry than his church attendance, it probably shocked Cappeau when his parish priest, shortly before Cappeau embarked on a business trip, asked him to pen a poem for Christmas mass.

In a dusty coach traveling down a bumpy road to France's capital city, Cappeau considered the priest's request. Using the gospel of Luke as his guide, Cappeau imagined witnessing the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Thoughts of being present on the blessed night inspired him. By the time he arrived in Paris, "Cantique de Noel" had been completed.

Moved by his own work, Cappeau decided that his "Cantique de Noel" was not just a poem, but a song in need of a master musician's hand. Not musically inclined himself, the poet turned to one of his friends, Adolphe Charles Adams, for help, when he arrived in Paris.

Adams was an acquaintance of Monsieur and Madame Laurey, who were friends of Cappeau. The son of a well-known classical musician, Adams had studied in the Paris conservatoire. Adams was at the peak of his career, having written his masterpiece, Giselle, only a few years before, in 1841. He was also the composer of over eighty operatic stage works. His talent and fame brought requests to write works for orchestras and ballets all over the world.

Yet the lyrics that his friend Cappeau gave him must have challenged the composer in a fashion unlike anything he received from London, Berlin, or St. Petersburg.

As a man of Jewish ancestry, for Adams, the words of "Cantique de Noel" represented a day he didn't celebrate and a man he did not view as the son of God. Nevertheless, Adams quickly went to work, attempting to marry an original score to Cappeau's beautiful words. Adams' finished work pleased both poet and priest. The song was performed just three weeks later at a Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, 1847, in Roquemaure.

Initially, "Cantique de Noel" was wholeheartedly accepted by the church in France and the song quickly found its way into various Catholic Christmas services. However, the song's popularity declined after its initial acceptance, based on the reputations of the lyricist and composer. Late in his life, Cappeau left the church and became an active part of the socialist movement. He was described as a social radical, a freethinker, a socialist, and a non-Christian.

Church leaders also discovered that Adams was a Jew, and the song--which had quickly grown to be one of the most beloved Christmas songs in France--was suddenly and uniformly denounced by the Church. The heads of the French Catholic church of the time deemed "Cantique de Noel" as unfit for church services because of its lack of musical taste and "total absence of the spirit of religion." Yet even as the church tried to bury the Christmas song, the French people continued to sing it.

Fortunately, more rational perspectives have prevailed. By 1855, the carol had been published in London, and has been translated into many languages. The best known English translation is " O Holy Night" authored by John Sullivan Dwight (1813-1893), a Unitarian minister, an American music critic and journalist who made his home at the Transcendentalist community of Brook Farm, Massachusetts

. Dwight felt that this wonderful Christmas song needed to be introduced to America, and he saw something else in the song that moved him beyond the story of the birth of Christ. An ardent abolitionist, Dwight strongly identified with the lines of the third verse: "Truly he taught us to love one another; his law is love and his gospel is peace. Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother; and in his name all oppression shall cease." The text supported Dwight's own view of slavery in the South.

Published in his magazine, Journal of Music, Dwight's English translation of "O Holy Night" quickly found favor in America, especially in the North during the Civil War. By coincidence, Christmas became a legal holiday in Massachusetts the same year as Dwight published his translation.

Adams had been dead for many years and Cappeau and Dwight were old men when on Christmas Eve 1906, Reginald Fessenden, a 33-year-old university professor and former chief chemist for Thomas Edison, did something long thought impossible.

 Using a new type of generator, Fessenden spoke into a microphone and, for the first time in history, a man's voice was broadcast over the airwaves: "And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed," he began in a clear, strong voice, hoping he was reaching across the distances he supposed he would.

Shocked radio operators on ships and astonished wireless owners at newspapers sat slack-jawed as their normal, coded impulses, heard over tiny speakers, were interrupted by a professor reading from the gospel of Luke. To the few who caught this broadcast, it must have seemed like a miracle, hearing a voice somehow transmitted to those far away. Some might have believed they were hearing the voice of an angel.

 Fessenden was probably unaware of the sensation he was causing on ships and in offices; he couldn't have known that men and women were rushing to their wireless units to catch this Christmas Eve miracle.

After finishing his recitation of the birth of Christ, Fessenden picked up his violin and played "O Holy Night," the first song ever sent through the air via radio waves. When the carol ended, Fessenden read another selection from the book of Luke: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men of good will." The Christmas program was picked up as far south as Norfolk, Virginia; when the program was repeated on New Year's Eve, it was heard as far away as the West Indies.

Since that first rendition at a small Christmas mass in 1847, "O Holy Night" has been sung millions of times in churches in every corner of the world. And since the moment a handful of people first heard it played over the radio, the carol has gone on to become one of the entertainment industry's most recorded and played spiritual songs. This incredible work--requested by a forgotten parish priest, written by a poet who would later split from the church, given soaring music by a Jewish composer, and brought to Americans to serve as much as a tool to spotlight the sinful nature of slavery as to tell the story of the birth of a Savior--has become one of the most beautiful, inspired pieces of music ever created. The lyrics are reprinted below.

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt His worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder beams a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine! O night when Christ was born!
O night divine! O night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from the Orient land

The King of Kings lay in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend
He knows our need
To our weakness no stranger
Behold your King! before the lowly bend!
Behold your King! before Him bend!

Truly he taught us to love one another 
His law is love and His gospel is peace 
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother 
And in His name all oppression shall cease

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus rise we
Let all within us praise His holy name
Christ is the Lord
Then ever, ever praise we
His pow'r and glory ever more proclaim
His pow'r and glory ever more proclaim

KEY CHORALE: Such a gift - and out of the clear blue sky (so to speak).

On Friday 22nd I went shopping and tuned in on my car radio to WUSF our local public radio station.

WUSF (University of South Florida) was beginning yet another dreary political taking heads programme (lots of opinion, few facts), so I switched over to WSMR  (Sarasota Music Radio). there to encounter Christmas music of such immense beauty that my heart was filled with wonder and joy.

It turned out to be an (edited?) version of the recent Christmas Concerts given by Sarasota's fabulous KEY CHORALE under the direction of the storied choral conductor Dale Warland.




Since I was driving and shopping I could  not enjoy every moment of this wondrous Concert,
but there were three pieces which took me back into "lovely memory land".

FIRST 

Es ist ein Ros entsprungen  by Michael Praetorius (translated or paraphrased ) into English as "A Great and Mighty Wonder".


MEMORY As a High Schooler in a "pretty good" School Choir I set out with others  at one Christmas-tide to sing carols (spontaneously) at the homes of some of our teachers.


Oh, how I remember singing "A great and Mighty Wonder" at the doorstep of a teacher who lived in the Bishopston area of Bristol.  (The song is set to the tune by Michael Praetorius which is known in English as "Lo, ere a Rose"



SECOND 


One Christmas Eve when I was the Rector at St. Stephen's in Pittsfield MA the choir sang "Il est nĂ©, le divin Enfant" in French.


There happened to be a young Frenchman in the congregation.  It pleased him greatly to hear a carol in his own tongue, and he remarked that the choir got the French accent right.

THIRD

About four years ago my friends Jonathan and Andi Taylor took me to the Riverview High School (SRQ)  Choir Holiday Concert and Madrigal Dinner "Renaissance Feast". Their younger son Jacob was one of the stars the the show.  It was a fine evening and marked the very first time that I'd heard the Catalan Carol "Fum Fum Fum"

Thank you Key Chorale for bringing back these good memories.

https://youtu.be/fUGTzpntLs8       Lo ere a Rose


https://youtu.be/NJ8ieXU-oOw     A great and mighty wonder


https://youtu.be/RbC-P8Cm-dY       Il est ne  (Edith Piaf)


https://youtu.be/999slUsTCpw         Fum Fum Fum



Friday, 22 December 2017

Not that I am bragging (but of course I am!)

I am teaching Izzy to stay in place.

Here she is near the sliding glass door to the Lanai.



She is still there when I am about  20 feet away at the end of the hallway




She waited until I told her to come to me.

She will also sit and wait when I hold a treat in the palm of my hand, and not take the treat until I tell her do so so.

When we get back home after a walk I drop her leash to tell her to wait until I have opened the porch door.

She does so until I  I bid her enter the porch.

Then I ask her to sit until I have removed her leash, and to wait until I open the front door.  She sits and waits until I welcome her into my home.

Good Dog!

Lots of work ahead especially in training her to stay in place out of the home, and to interact with other dogs, large and small.


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Here she is at rest  in her 33" long/20" wide crate  (which she loves) -  giving you a better sense of he size than does the above photo's.

Thursday, 21 December 2017

Not to be ignored, or forgotten.(Others who serve America).

1.  Shane my USPS mailman.

2.  Eddie the WastePro guy who picks up my trash every Thursday.

Both are excellent in work and friendly in attitude.

I can count on them.

They too serve America, for which I am glad.

I depend upon their service

A gratuity to them at Christmas-tide was utterly appropriate  (and gratefully received).







Wednesday, 20 December 2017

A tangled web of metaphors

 My favourite football (soccer) team is the Bristol City Football Club.  I have supported them through thick and thin (an awful lot of thin) since I was about nine years old.




Lowly BCFC met the mighty Manchester United in a * "Carabao Cup"  fixture today.

The result? 

BCFC 2 -  MU 1

We won!





Such was the excitement that a Bristol Sports Reporter/Journalist posted this to our local newspaper, the "Bristol Post"



"When Smith drove into the box, he almost laid the ball on a plate for Reid but for Daley Blind to pour cold water on the move, intercepting just as the forward looked to pull the trigger."

Untangle those metaphors if you can!



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* The Carabao Cup



The EFL Cup (referred to historically, and colloquially, as simply the League Cup), currently known as the Carabao Cup for sponsorship reasons, is an annual knockout football competition in men's domestic English football. Organised by the English Football League (EFL), it is open to any club within the top four levels of the English football league system – 92 clubs in total – comprising the top level Premier League, and the three divisions of the English Football League's own league competition (ChampionshipLeague One and League Two).


Tuesday, 19 December 2017

What a difference a day makes





One swallow does not make a summer.  But I had a very good first session with Izzy and Michael Harvey: The K9 Coach

See


https://sarasotadogtraining.com





Mike told me of the shortcomings of training methods  (e.g. "treat training" rewards good behaviour, but does nothing for bad behaviour [you cannot "untreat"  a dog!].

He favours electronic collars.



The idea is that you use the collar to emphasize behaviour alongside  a verbal command. The collar emits tingles of varying intensity to teach  the dog about desired behavior.

(These collars are controversial in some quarters.  Do they cause pain?  I think and hope not.    I gripped  a collar in my hand - and found that the sensation is similar to "pin and needles").

Mike equipped Izzy with a collar, and in fewer than five minutes she was responding to commands.

The serious training will start on Boxing Day.  Mike will come to my home for the first two sessions, the third will be at his place.

Thereafter I can join in up to three training sessions each week with other owners and dogs -  for as long as I wish.  ( The Saturday sessions are at Marina Jack's in Sarasota - a busy place and a squirrel heaven!)

Between now and Boxing Day I will do some home based training. Izzy is already good at sitting and waiting on command.  Now I am teaching her to walk at heel (the idea being that if the dog walks ahead she/he sees him/herself as the leader -  but the leader must be me!)

She is a quick learner.  Already she will sit/ stay/wait on command.  I am teaching her this for when she encounters squirrels or small dogs.

There is a lot of hard work ahead -  I must be trained as well as Izzy.   It will be so worth while for our mutual good pleasure.

Mike Harvey things that Izzy has some Belgian Malinois in her heritage.

A young Belgian Malinois


Izzy: similar head and ears and tail.



 Mike owns two Belgian Malinois dogs, one aged thirteen  the other aged three.

In the event it was my joy and pleasure to see Izzy as she romped around Mike's  fenced in canine area with his two Belgian Malinois dogs, and without incident







Monday, 18 December 2017

Should Auld Aquaintace

Regular readers will remember that I bought an excellent Thanksgiving Dinner from "Fresh Market".

On the day itself my brother Andy and his wife Izzy (from the U.K.) enjoyed the feast, together with my neighbour Ed.

Then the leftovers.


My near the breadline neighbours were given enough for four meals.

I made about 4 quarts of Turkey Soup.

I mashed up potatoes and stuffing, binding them with an egg, for potato/stuffing cakes, (yummy fried for breakfast).

And yet more leftovers!

Enough to make two platefuls which I covered in tin foil and plastic wrap, and froze for future use.

I ate the last one today for lunch: Turkey, green  beans, mashed potato, stuffing. Almost as good as on the day itself  (but sans Cranberry relish).


Yum



Sunday, 17 December 2017

So that’s where it was

I try to be a creature of orderly habits, but sometimes.....

When I give Adelaide her morning and evening treats of wet food I always put the can and cover in the fridge before Izzy gets to it.

Always?

No not always. One of these cans went AWOL the other day. Couldn't find it anywhere.

That’s until it slipped off a rack in my Kitchen Counter Oven today, an Oven I had used this morning to make toast

Oh dear, there could have been a fire.

 Plastic lid all melted, food cooked.






Saturday, 16 December 2017

Izzy's not so great first play date.



We went to Sarasota's Ken Thompson Park, one of our local under valued treasures. (Family visitors from the U.K. - the Park is in the same area as the Mote Marine Lab.)

Izzy and I were there to meet my good friends  Diana and Fred, and their lovely dog "Gusty".  Izzy got very growly with Gusty.  (Maybe it's leash aggression).

Fred, Diana and I kept the dogs apart whilst we enjoyed not only the sandwiches we had taken for lunch, but also the pleasure of our friendship,

Diana tried to take some photo's of Izzy -  hard to do because the latter does not know how to pose!

But here's one (which I've cropped from the original )  showing Izzy in her gorgeous hunting dog beauty.

Izzy, a Catahoula Leopard Dog mix.

Izzy and I start training on Tuesday 19th December at www.k9coachfl.com


Friday, 15 December 2017

Binges in Advent (2) ... in which I break the rules (with impunity and with music)


The immutable laws of the Medes and Persians  (Daniel 6:15) are less severe  than one immutable law of the  American Episcopal Church viz:

NO CHRISTMAS/NATIVITY MUSIC UNTIL DECEMBER 24TH.


PSHAW!


I gladly flout that law every Advent.

Weary and deafened by the saccharine "Christmas Season": music which is inflicted on me inside (and outside) various stores, supermarkets etc I seek for an antidote to XMAS MUZAK.

I find such relief every year in Advent in the stirring, powerful and joyous music of J.S. Bach from his Christmas Oratorio.

In particular I binge on this version from the St, Thomas Church in Leipzig, Germany.

 I rejoice in the passion of the Conductor, the Brass, and the Tympani.

See and hear it for yourself!




https://youtu.be/MVewzMm1uts







Thursday, 14 December 2017

Binges in Advent (1)

Tuesday 12th Dec

Lunch at  Oasis Cafe on South Osprey Ave in SRQ



with Ted Copland, former Rector at St. Boniface Church on Siesta Key, Sarasota, FL.

I ate Bean Cakes with guacamole and sour cream.  Delicious.

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Wednesday 13th Dec

Lunch at Nellie's Deli , North Beneva Ave, SRQ


with Ev Walk, former Rector at St.Margaret of Scotland on Clark Rd in Sarasota.

I ate a turkey breast sandwich in a Croissant. Just O.K.

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Thursday 14th Dec

Lunch at Pho 99 on Clark Rd,Sarasota




with Carla McCook, current Rector at St. Margaret of Scotland Church in Sarasota.

I had Vietnamese Spring Rolls  Excellent!

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Food aside, I binged on the lively and edifying conversations with these three partners in ministry in the American Episcopal Church.




Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Hark the Herald Angels Sing? (No they didn't and can't). (Then some fun)

My friend and Wise Woman the Revd. Dr. Mary Luti has been publishing some delightfully wise and whimsical musings about Angels on her Face book page.

Mary reminds us that the Angels of the Bible don't have wings, nor do they sing.(We have confused them with Cherubim  - an entirely different heavenly order).

On a serious and important note Mary reminds us that we do not become Angels in heaven.  We will be resurrected human beings.

She and I also strongly resist one of the popular responses to death in the Christian or nominally Christian world is to say "God wanted another Angel".

That's a particularly cruel thing to think or say when a child dies. God wanted another Angel?  As if God didn't have enough, so God decided that my darling child should be snatched away from me to swell his Corps of Angels.  What a dastardly God that would be.

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Angels don't sing so "Hark the Herald Angels sing is plain wrong!  In truth Charles Wesley did't write that.  He wrote "Hark how all the *welkin rings -  glory to the King of Kings"

 * an old word meaning "clouds"  which has passed out of use in English")

Wesley's hymn has been greatly mucked about with. It originally had 10 four line stanzas, that would make for 5 eight line verses, more than modern congregations could stomach.   It truth I think that many of us cannot  comprehend Wesley's theology, it's just that we lime belting out "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" at the end of each verse as we sing it to the familiar  tune which has been adapted from Mendelssohn!

AND NOW



One response to Mary Luti's entry was this 

"My dad grew up in East Boston, in those days that's where the ocean liners came in, and being an unsupervised kid he hung out at the docks. One year the British seamen were singing, "Hark the herald angels sing - Wallis Simpson stole our king."

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And then there is this (some materials from Wikipedia)


Beecham's Pills were a laxative first marketed around 1842 in WiganLancashire. They were invented by Thomas Beecham (1820–1907), grandfather of the conductor Sir Thomas Beecham (1879–1961).


The pills themselves were a combination of aloe, ginger, and soap, with some other more minor ingredients. They were initially advertised like other patent medicines as a cure-all, but they actually did have a positive effect on the digestive process. This effectiveness made them stand out from other remedies for sale in the mid-nineteenth century.







Wonderful pills indeed!

The hymn "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"  gave rise to some unofficial and free 'advertising" for them.

Sing alone with me!


Hark! the herald angels sing
Beecham’s pills are just the thing
Two for a woman, one for a child,
They will make you meek and mild.





Another version reads: 

“Hark the herald Angels sing, 
Beecham’s Pills are just the thing
Two for a parent, one for a child, 
half for a baby meek and mild. 
If you want to go to Heaven, you must eat at least eleven, 
If you want to go to Hell, you must eat the box as well, 
Hark the herald Angels sing, 
Beecham’s Pills are just the thing.”

Since Beecham's pills were a laxative I end with:

"And so it goes"