Thursday, February 1, 2024

Editor's Corner

 


By Mary E. Adair

February 2024

.“February, a form pale-vestured, wildly fair.
One of the North Wind’s daughters with icicles in her

― Edgar Fawcett


The shortest month which only once every four years gains a day--just a day after all that waiting, has arrived. Maybe it's so short because it doesn't like hanging around in the cold. Nonetheless, there are some memorable dates: family events of course, and smack dab in the center there's sweet Valentine's Day when showing your love is not frowned upon, rather almost insistently encouraged.


Did any of our authors wax eloquent on Valentine's Day, nay. A couple alluded to a romantic period in their life, but no specific dates. Your editor is happy to see a new year beginning for this eZine which has published the compositions of more than 500 writers.


Thomas F. O'Neill in "Introspective" looks at endings rather than beginnings as warnings that "The end is near." Marilyn Carnell's column "Sifoddling Along" focused in her charming manner on the past, not the future, on a trip that may well have been one of the cornerstones in her life. Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" allows her to find her voice and discuss some firm beliefs concerning our choices, and where we make them. Pauline Evanosky's column "Woo Woo" gives us insight into perhaps a tiny amount of what psychics do when they are asked questions. Our new columnist Ara Parisien in "Medium-Author-Spiritual Teacher" has a popular theme for this month--Manifesting. It's easy for her so she shares some insight with us.


Rod Cohenour's helpmate wows us with a meal to make you feel like you stepped into another country--Cuba to be specific. "Cooking with Rod" has all the details and how to prepare right in your own kitchen. "Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour details the shocking updates around the many bodies discovered, victims, it most likely seems, of one person, who has been apprehended. Much of the evidence is supported and refined using DNA, and most recently, Nuclear DNA processes. Dublin's Mattie Lennon fills his column "Irish Eyes" with an experience he declares is to be rued, but it does make for quite a tale.


Walt Perryman has for us "Right or Wrong Ramble," "Cancer Check-up!" and "Happy Birthday to Laura, my Wife" along with a pic of Laura and himself for that occasion. Bruce Clifford's two poems are "A Thought" and "Every Passing Day." Bud Lemire's compassionate poem "Walter" is touching, and "A Cold January" and "1950" wind up his poems this month. John I. Blair's choice of poems to enjoy are "Counting The Flower Buds," "Pencil Stubs," "Rainbow," and "Hello, Stranger."


Now with this new year of Pencil Stubs Online underway, we are again astounded that a simple suggestion 27 years ago by Mike Craner that we try doing our magazine on the World Wide Web, has blossomed so beautifully. Again, I am expressing my gratitude to my talented friend and original webmaster Mike Craner. We place our confidence in him as we have in the past and shall continue doing so.

See you in March!.


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Armchair Genealogy

 


By Melinda Cohenour

Gilgo Beach Serial Killer news Update

A new charge has been brought against Rex Andrew Heuermann in connection with the remains of victims found on Gilgo Beach. Heuermann was previously charged with the murders of Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman, and Amber Costello. On January 16, 2024, Heuermann was officially charged with Murder in the Second Degree for bringing about the death of Maureen Brainard-Barnes "on or about July 9, 2007."

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Early in July of 2007, Maureen Brainard-Barnes was feeling stressed and desperate. Facing an impending eviction notice and fearing for the well-being of her two young children, Maureen headed to New York along with a friend where the two women would market their bodies in an attempt to earn enough money to avoid financial catastrophe.


A typical trip to the City would involve placing ads on Craig's List or Backpage. On this particular trip, Maureen was accompanied by a friend who later urged her to return with her to Connecticut. Maureen declined. A video of that friend's memory of that last fateful trip may be viewed here: Video


The decision to stay and try to earn more money would prove to be a fatal choice for Maureen. In a phone call to another friend in Connecticut late on July 9, 2007, Maureen advised she was not following her usual procedure of entertaining her customer in her hotel room but was making an "outcall." That was the last time anyone would speak with Maureen. Her phone, however, would be used.


On July 12, 2007, Maureen's cellphone was used to check her voicemail.
Source:https://abc11.com/gilgo-beach-serial-killings-rex-heurmann-news-murders-timeline/14326351/

'Personal cell phone and credit card billing records revealed numerous instances where Heuermann was in the general locations as burner phones, which authorities say he had with him at the killings. He used the phones to call the three victims and also used "Brainard-Barnes and Barthelemy's cellphones when they were used to check voicemail and make taunting phone calls after the women disappeared," Suffolk County prosecutors allege.'

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GILGO BEACH FOUR DISCOVERED


In December of 2010, Maureen Brainard-Barnes' skeletal remains were discovered near the remains of Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman, and Amber Costello in the tangled brush on Gilgo Beach as Suffolk County's Police searched for the body of Shannan Gilbert in vain. Of those four victims, three sets of remains were shrouded in camouflage burlap material. Brainard-Barnes remains lacked a burlap shroud but were bound by use of three leather belts. One very distinctive belt bore stylized initials.

One very distinctive belt bore stylized initials


The initials may be “WH,” which matches Heuermann’s grandfather, William Heuermann


On the buckle of one of the three belts binding Brainard-Barnes was a human hair. Testing of that hair determined it matched to Heuermann's wife, tying Heuermann to the disposition of her body.

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JANUARY 16, 2024



Heuermann Court Appearance


Alleged Gilgo serial Killer Rex Heuermann appears inside Judge Timothy P. Mazzei's courtroom with his attorney Michael Brown at Suffolk County Court in Riverhead, N.Y. on Tuesday, Jan. 16, 2024. Heuermann is indicted in the death of Maureen Brainard-Barnes. (James Carbone/Newsday via AP)

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***Various extracts from the Superseding Indictment and pertinent references specific to the Murder Charge now levied against Defendant Heuermann as to the murder of Maureen Brainard-Barnes:


Today, Defendant Rex A. Heuermann stands before this Court charged by the Grand Jury in a Superseding Indictment, which incorporates not only the above counts, but the additional charge of:

    • MURDER IN THE SECOND DEGREE, in violation of New York State Penal Law Section 125.25(1), a class A-I violent felony for the death of Maureen Brainard-Barnes on or about July 9, 2007.
    ***
    The People filed a written bail application at Rex A. Heuermann’s initial arraignment, which occurred on July 14, 2023. That application is annexed hereto as Exhibit A.


On July 14, 2023, the Hon. Richard Ambro ordered that Defendant Rex A. Heuermann be remanded without bail. The matter was subsequently adjourned to August 1, 2023, before the Hon. Timothy P. Mazzei. On August 1, 2023, and in the ensuing appearances that have followed, this Court has continued to remand the Defendant without bail.


Set forth below is the People’s bail application in support of the Superseding Indictment, which will expand on additional evidentiary developments in this investigation not included within Exhibit A, further tying Defendant Heuermann to the murders of Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman, Amber Costello, and now, Maureen Brainard-Barnes.

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EXCITING ADVANCEMENT IN ANALYSIS OF HAIR TO EXTRACT DNA GENOTYPE FROM ROOTLESS HAIR

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DNA Analysis of Hairs Recovered from the Examination of the Victims’ Bodies


During the course of this investigation, each of the four victims’ bodies were examined by a Forensic Scientist with the Suffolk County Crime Laboratory, which revealed as follows:

Maureen Brainard-Barnes

Ms. Brainard-Barnes had been left restrained by 3 leather belts, one of which was utilized to tie Barnes’ feet/ankle/legs together. During the examination of the belts, a female human hair was recovered from the buckle of one of the belts by the Suffolk County Crime Lab (hereinafter “Female Hair on Barnes”). On or about December 18, 2010, the Suffolk County Laboratory (examined) this hair and was able to determine that it corresponded to a “Caucasian head hair fragment.” Although this hair was not suitable for nuclear DNA profiling at that time, it was subsequently submitted for further DNA analysis.

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Source: https://patch.com/new-york/riverhead/gilgo-suspect-rex-heuermann-be-charged-4th-murder-docs


Tierney said the Suffolk County Crime lab as well as two outside forensic laboratories, conducting testing of hairs recovered on various victims, specifically compared the DNA profiles generated from those hairs recovered at the crime scenes to DNA profiles developed from Heuermann and members of his immediate family.


Throughout the investigation, key evidence has included the five hairs found on the victims. Nuclear DNA testing helped provide more accurate results, Tierney said.


Nuclear DNA is found in the cell nucleus; mitochondrial DNA is found in cell cytoplasm, according to reports.


Brainard-Barnes, the report said, had been left restrained by three leather belts, one of which was used to tie her feet, ankles, and legs together. A female human hair was found on the buckle.


The DNA profile generated from the female hair on Barnes, recovered from the belt buckle "is 7.9 trillion times more likely to have come from a person genetically identical to Asa Ellerup's SNP Genotype file than from an unrelated individual," the bail report said.

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Daughter's DNA Helped Link Gilgo Suspect Rex Heuermann To Murders: DA


Nuclear DNA technology led to new information, Suffolk County District Attorney Ray Tierney says.


RIVERHEAD, NY — Rex Heuermann, the man charged in three of the Gilgo Beach murders, has been charged with the murder of a fourth woman, Maureen Brainard-Barnes, according to Suffolk County District Attorney Ray Tierney. And new DNA evidence revealed Tuesday helped connect Heuermann to all four of the deaths, he said.


Heuermann was charged with second-degree murder, an A-1 violent felony, in the death of Brainard-Barnes on July 9, 2007, Tierney said.

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Last July, Heuermann, of Massapequa Park, was indicted on three counts of first-degree murder charges and three counts of second-degree murder charges in the deaths of sex workers Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman and Amber Costello, whose remains were found along Ocean Parkway in 2010. Heuermann also pleaded not guilty to the charges.


A total of 11 sets of remains were found in the Gilgo Beach murders, which rocked Long Island, including that of a toddler and an Asian male.


Tierney said Monday that he and other members of the Gilgo Beach Homicide Investigation Task Force were set to announce a "significant development" in the case Tuesday.


Melissa Cann, Brainard-Barnes' sister and her daughter Nicolette Brainard-Barnes appeared in the courtroom Tuesday, as did Asa Ellerup, Heuermann's estranged wife.


According to the bail report, Ellerup and the couple's children were also out of town on the date that Brainard-Barnes went missing; they were also away for the previous murders, according to the DA.


According to the bail report, additional burner phones and online activity were linked to Heuermann. The burner phones revealed communications with sex workers as well as a new email account of Heuermann's, which was subscribed to the fictitious name of Andrew Roberts, Tierney. said.


That "Sandbagger" account was utilized as recently as April 2021, to access and conduct searches related to "pornography, rape, torture and sex workers several thousand times," the bail report said. Heuermann, the report said, also searched for information regarding the Gilgo Beach investigation and the victim's relatives.


An analysis of his laptop indicated the use of a file shredding software on July 9, 2009, shortly before he was to meet Barthelemy; investigators believe it was an attempt to "shred" any digital evidence of the laptop computer utilized to search for her prostitution advertisement, the report said.


An analysis of his laptop revealed that on September 1, 2010, at 9:03 p.m. Heuermann accessed Amber Costello's Backstage ad; about two hours later, a burner phone linked to Heuermann had communications with Costello's phone, the report said, adding that during those communications, the burner cellphone connected to cell site towers in West Amityville and Massapequa Park.


Later, the cellphone traveled to West Babylon, near Costello's home, and again had contact with her phone on Sept. 2, 2010, which is when witnesses said he arrived at her residence, the report said.


"Despite Defendant Heuermann's attempts to 'wipe out' or 'scrub' his laptop computer, he was unsuccessful in concealing his access to Ms. Costello's Backpage ad," the report said.

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DNA analysis


Tierney said the Suffolk County Crime lab as well as two outside forensic laboratories, conducting testing of hairs recovered on various victims, specifically compared the DNA profiles generated from those hairs recovered at the crime scenes to DNA profiles developed from Heuermann and members of his immediate family.


In September, a cheek swab taken recently from Heuermann matched DNA found on pizza crust disposed of by Heuermann — a key part of evidence that officials say led to his arrest.


Members of the Gilgo Beach task force met with Heuermann's wife Asa Ellerup and his daughter, Victoria Heuermann, and stepson, Christopher Sheridan, to obtain buccal swab. The swabs were tested against 11 bottles found in garbage cans placed in front of Heuermann's home on July 21, 2022, as well as a "Monster Java" can, the report said.


Investigators saw Victoria Heuermann drinking from the can while on a Long Island Rail Road train; they took the can after she discarded it in a trash bin, the bail report said.


Throughout the investigation, key evidence has included the five hairs found on the victims. Nuclear DNA testing helped provide more accurate results, Tierney said.


Nuclear DNA is found in the cell nucleus; mitochondrial DNA is found in cell cytoplasm, according to reports.


Brainard-Barnes, the report said, had been left restrained by three leather belts, one of which was used to tie her feet, ankles, and legs together. A female human hair was found on the buckle.


The DNA profile generated from the female hair on Barnes, recovered from the belt buckle "is 7.9 trillion times more likely to have come from a person genetically identical to Asa Ellerup's SNP Genotype file than from an unrelated individual," the bail report said. .....


Two female hairs were found on Megan Waterman; a DNA profile generated said the hair was 2.374 x 10 to the 48th power, to have come from a person genetically linked to Ellerup's profile than to an unrelated individual, the report said. The second hair, recovered from the tape from Waterman's head area, is 2.778 x 10 to the 480th power to come from a person genetically identical to Ellerup's profile, the report said.


A female hair found on Costello, after a one-to-one autosomal nuclear DNA comparison, said it was 4.654 x 10 to the 63d power more likely to have come from a person genetically linked to Victoria Heuermann's SNP Genotype file than from an unrelated individual, the report said. At the time of Costello's disappearance and murder, Victoria Heuermann would have been about a month shy of her 14th birthday, the report said.


Two forensic labs have independently determined that the female hairs recovered on Waterman and Costello are derived from a person genetically identical to the SNP Genotype files of members of Heuermann's family, specifically Asa Ellerup and Victoria Heuermann, the report said. Because they were away and out of state at the time of the murders, it "provides further support that Rex A. Heuermann murdered, restrained and transported the remains of the victims to Gilgo Beach until they were ultimately discovered in December 2010, the report said


A male hair found on Waterman was also linked to Heuermann, according to the report.


His attorney Michael Brown said Heuermann pleaded not guilty; Heuermann will next appear in court on Feb. 6.

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Should new charges be filed, identification of Peaches, her toddler daughter or of the Asian male be announced, or any other Breaking News occur during the coming month, be assured it will be reported in the next update on Armchair Genealogy.


Stay tuned

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Maureen L. DuCharme Brainard-Barnes
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A very young Maureen L. DuCharme Brainard-Barnes (from the memorial established in her memory on Find-A-Grave website)

Maureen L. Ducharme Brainard-Barnes
BIRTH: 14 Jun 1982
New London, New London County, Connecticut, USA

DEATH: Age 25 (Date believed killed between Jul 9, 2007 and Jul 12, 2007) on or near Massapequa, Long Island, New York
her remains found) 13 Dec 2010 (aged 28)
Gilgo Beach, Suffolk County, New York, USA

BURIAL: Saint Marys Cemetery
Norwich, New London County, Connecticut, USA

MEMORIAL ID: 64693289

From Find-A-Grave memorial

She was 25.

She had been last seen on July 9, 2007. Death date above is the date her body was found. Actual date is not known.

Cause of death: murdered, remains found with 3 other women, police are searching for a serial killer.

A suspect was arrested in July 2023, with DNA match evidence, and is connected to the other 3 girls found with her.



Cemetery info provided by (#48452907)

Below provided by (49259303)

Maureen Brainard-Barnes, 28, formerly of Norwich, died Dec. 13, 2010, in Babylon, N.Y.

She was born June 14, 1982, in New London, the daughter of Marie Ducharme of Groton and the late Robert Senecal. She was formerly employed at Foxwood's Resort & Casino as a dealer.

Besides her mother she is survived by two children, Nicolette Brainard-Barnes of Mystic and Dylan Haggett of Norwich; a sister, Melissa Vieu of New London; a half-sister, Bryona Senecal; and several nieces, nephews, and cousins.

She was predeceased by a brother, William Vieu Jr.

Her family received relatives and friends at the Impellitteri-Malia Funeral Home in New London.

A funeral service was held. Interment followed in St. Mary Cemetery.

Published in The Day on Feb. 2, 2011

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Cooking with Rod

 

By Rod Cohenour

While living in Ahwatukee, an upscale suburb of Phoenix, Melinda and I often visited the Havana Cafe in a local shopping center. This was one of three Havana Cafe locations operated by BJ Hernandez and her late husband, Gilbert.


BJ Hernandez and Gilbert opened their original Havana Cafe on Camelback Road in east Phoenix in 1989. It eventually was joined by others in north Scottsdale and Ahwatukee.


The Ahwatukee location closed in 2011, followed by the Phoenix one in 2014 and the Scottsdale one in 2015.


The food was divine, the cafe a small jewel of classy yet simple decor, the ambiance enchanting.


My Miss M always planned to try the full menu, but then would order the Pollo Cubano with Cuban Black Beans, rice, and the delicious plantains which she said perfectly complemented the chicken dish.


Just before closing her Havana Cafe restaurants, BJ Hernandez gifted her long-time customers with her recipe shared online for the Pollo Cubano which is now shared here.


Included are recipes M has created to approximate the sides she so loved to order with her favorite dish.


These recipes are delectable, not that complicated to prepare, but worth every moment to grace your table with this exotic cuisine.


Enjoy A Cuban Adventure.


Bon appetit ~!

Havana Café’s Pollo Cubano



When BJ Hernandez, chef and owner of the three Havana Cafe locations in the Valley, started making this recipe, it was only because it was a special she created for her guests. Now, it's her most popular dish at the restaurants and has found a permanent home on the menu.


Part of its appeal is its use of citrusy flavors on the chicken. The recipe uses bitter orange seasoning, made with orange and lime juices, as well as garlic, salt and cumin to create a rich combination of tastes.


Here's how to make it:

Pollo Cubano


Serves 4

  • 2 pounds boneless breast of chicken
  • 1 1/4 pound Spanish onions (or yellow onions) sliced medium thickness
  • 1/2 cup orange juice
  • 1/8 cup fresh lime juice
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil


Marinade:

  • 3/4 cup orange juice
  • 1/4 cup lime juice
  • 1 tablespoon granulated garlic
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • 1 teaspoon hot sauce
  • 1/8 cup olive oil

    Mix marinade ingredients together. Place chicken breasts in a glass, plastic, stainless steel bowl or zip lock gallon bag. Pour marinade over chicken and marinate 3 hours or overnight, refrigerated.


    In a large frying pan, heat olive oil to very hot. Add chicken breasts. Do not turn over or move until first side is very brown. Turn over and add onions and juice. Move onions around to brown cook for 8-10 minutes more. Serve with white rice and black beans. There should be juices left in the pan. Pour them over the chicken breasts topped with the onions.

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    Ms Cuban Black Beans

    Ingredients:

      * 1 cup Ms Sofrito (OPTIONAL OR USE FOLLOWING VEGGIES AND SPICES down through Oregano). This is a timesaving option if you have previously made and frozen or stored the sofrito)


      Ms Sofrito recipe link here: Ms Caribbean Sofrito

      * 1 small purple onion, finely diced, tough outer layer removed
      * 1/2 green bell pepper, finely diced
      * 1/2 red bell pepper, finely diced
      * 1 small fresh jalapeno, seeds and stem removed, finely diced (can substitute 1 Tbsp. Pickled Jalapeno if desired, no juice, or an equivalent small section of poblano pepper, finely diced)
      * 1 tsp. Minced garlic (much preferred rather than powdered or granulated garlic)
      * 1 Tbsp. Olive or Avocado oil
      * 1 tsp. Cumin
      * 1 tsp. Dried Oregano
      * 3 (three) 15 oz. cans Black Beans, liquid included
      * 1/2 cup frozen orange juice concentrate (thawed)
      * Juice of one lime

    Instructions:

    (If desired, prepare beans day before and allow flavors to blend over night. Add lime juice after reheating and just before serving)

      1. Prepare onion and peppers and assemble garlic, oil, and spices for quick sauté.
      2. Preheat skillet and add oil. When hot add onion and all peppers and stir over medium high heat until onion is translucent.
      3. Add minced garlic, cumin, and dried oregano. Stir to combine well.
      4. Add canned black beans. If cans contain too much liquid, drain one can. Add orange juice concentrate. Stir well. Lower heat and allow to simmer, stirring often to prevent scorching. You may wish to allow time to cook off some of the liquid and intensify the flavor.
      5. Just before serving add lime juice. This sparks a fresh flavor.

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    Ms CILANTRO-LIME RICE

    Ingredients:

      • 8 cups chicken broth (add water, if necessary, to broth to make an even 8 cups)
      • 4 cups white long-grain rice
      • Lime juice (best to use the little lime filled with juice found in the Produce Department
      • Cilantro, washed, dried, bulk of stems cut off and leaves and top stems chopped roughly.


    Instructions:

    Prepare rice per manufacturer’s instructions (usually heat broth/water to boiling, add rice, stir, lower heat, cook about 5 minutes.) Turn heat off and permit to sit for 30 minutes, until liquid is absorbed and rice is cooked tender. Add lime juice and a goodly amount of the cilantro (to taste).

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    Ms Platanos Maduros Cubano

    NOTE: Do not prepare until ready to plate and serve the meal. Platanos Maduros (sweet ripe fried/grilled plantains) do not keep well and should be served within minutes of preparation.)

    Ingredients:

      * 3 large ripe plantains (full yellow peel with numerous black spots to fully black but not yet soft indicates a ripe and sweet plantain)
      * Small bowl of cold water (for cut plantains to keep from turning before frying)
      * 1/2 cup orange juice concentrate
      * 1/4 cup brown sugar
      * 1/2 - 3/4 cup oil (coconut, olive, avocado or corn oil will do)

    Instructions:

      1. Prepare plantains. Cut off each end of fruit. Then carefully slice peel lengthwise top to bottom. Remove peel.

      Slice plantains on a diagonal, each slice at least 1/2" thick. (You may choose to slice each fruit in planks, top to bottom OR in rounds. In my opinion, the best result is the thick diagonal cut. Always ensure each slice is at least 1/2" thick however for best result.)

      Place plantain slices in bowl of cold water to soak while skillet of oil is ready for use.

      2. Put thawed orange juice concentrate in a separate bowl. Put brown sugar in another bowl. (If desired, a small measure of chili powder can be sprinkled in).

      3. Preheat skillet and oil. Oil should be hot enough to sizzle when plantain slice is added.

      4. Using tongs remove plantain slice from cold water, shaking slightly to further remove vestiges of water. Dip slice first in orange juice then brown sugar, turning to coat both sides.

      Carefully add to hot oil, so that no oil splashes to burn the cook or the counter.

      Repeat until skillet is full of slices but not crowding plantain slices. You may need to fry in batches.

      5. When bottom of plantain is beautifully browned (about 2-3 minutes depending on your skillet and stove), turn to permit equal browning on reverse side.

      6. Remove browned slices, one at a time to a platter fitted with paper toweling. Use a second sheet to dab any excess grease from the top.

      The perfect Platano Maduros will be slightly crispy on its edges but soft and creamy and sweet on the inside.

      7. Serve Platanos Maduros hot, best within five (5) minutes of browning.


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Woo Woo

 


By Pauline Evanosky

You’re Probably More Psychic Than You Think

You say: So, am I psychic or not?


I say: Well, you are an ordinary person, so I would say, yes, you are psychic.


You respond heatedly: I don’t think I am psychic. I’ve never had an experience with the supernatural, except when I thought I saw a ghost.


Ah, I say: When was that?


You say, “Oh, it happened a couple of years ago, and it’s never happened since then.


I say: Well, tell me about it.


You say: It was after a family gathering. It was Thanksgiving one year. We were gathered at Aunt Phyliss’ place. They’d brought out the photograph albums, and everybody was sharing stories. We did it every year. This was no different than any other year at Thanksgiving.


I say: So, nothing out of the ordinary?


You say: Nope.


I say: So, when did this sighting of yours happen?


You say: It was after everybody had gone home. Some of us were sleeping over. I was on the couch in the basement—the one in the rec room. There were two other people with me. They had sleeping bags. It was about 2 in the morning, and I woke up. They always kept a night light on in the bathroom, and the light spilled over into the room we were in. I saw something. It looked like Uncle Beau. Except, he’d been dead for five years. But I saw a guy with really frizzy white hair like he used to have.


I say: What was he doing?


You say: He was just standing there. He wasn’t doing anything. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. I figured he’d be gone. He wasn’t. He was still there. I squeezed my eyes shut again. Then, he was gone. I wasn’t afraid. I’d just seen a guy. In the morning, neither of the folks sleeping down there with me said anything. I was still so freaked out about it I didn’t say anything.


Later that morning, after we’d had breakfast and were into a second cup of coffee, I found myself alone in the kitchen with Aunt Phyllis. I told her what had happened. She said that wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. She’d seen her dead husband down there several times. She wasn’t afraid either. She said what I’d seen was true.


Then, she went on to tell me that she could see things sometimes. I asked her what she meant. She said sometimes, when she’s doing stuff that doesn’t require her full attention, like washing the dishes or doing laundry, she will get this fast image. Like she’ll see a lot of red. Nothing in particular, just the color red. A day later, there is a train accident on the news with lots of people injured. Other times, she will see green. That’s when she’ll notice new stuff coming up in the garden later on. Personally? I think it is all a coincidence. I mean, how can anyone see the future? Just with colors?


So, no. I don’t think I am psychic.


I say: I think you are. Everybody is, to one degree or another. Think of it as a sense. Remember from when we were kids? It’s your sixth sense, just as ordinary as being able to see or hear. Don’t be afraid of it. It’s just a sense. There’s not a whole lot written about it, and it’s unusual in the sense that nobody really talks about it much. It’s like when you were a kid. Your parents never taught you to hear. You just did. The same thing happened with you seeing. One day, you saw. You didn’t know what you were looking at because you hadn’t learned words yet. But I’ll bet if you wanted your dolly or teddy bear, you knew what you were looking at even though you didn’t have a name for it.


The thing is, there are probably other things that are happening with you just because you are connected in a way you’ve never really thought about. Like how you might think of somebody, and three hours later or the next day, they call you. Did you make that happen by thinking of them, or were you getting a heads-up about them thinking about you? Years ago, I used to have fun at work by announcing when my boss was going to be the one on the phone. It happened enough times that people started looking at me funny. Turns out I was just dialed into him, I suppose.


It's like being able to draw. When you first learn how to draw, it’s all just wrong. The lines are wonky, and it does not look like a cat more than it resembles a hedgehog. Eventually, with enough practice, the things you draw begin to look like something. The real test is when you do faces, I think. When the face resembles the subject, that’s when you can tell you are getting to be a better artist. It just takes practice.


The same thing happens when you awaken to your own psychic self. It’s strange at first, but if you are not afraid of it and treat it more like a game, it will happen more often because you are not pushing it away.


Just relax about it. Invite it into your life. Play games with it, and someday, you’ll be able to pick winning lottery numbers. I’m just kidding about that. The only winning lottery numbers I ever picked were for a different state. It was eerie enough when it happened. As I look back on it, I think it was just a little twinkle and nod from the psychic side of life.


So, yes, you are psychic.


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Sifoddling Along

 

By Marilyn Carnell

Meeting The Family

I was a 47-year-old divorcee and had been single for ten years when I began working at Campbell’s Soup and met Al Williams. We found we had many interests in common and developed an easy friendship. We shared the same profession – food science, had adult sons, collected art, and loved to travel. He was impressed that I owned an IBM computer. I was impressed that he invited me to attend an opera for our first date.


We also had differences. He was an introvert; I was an extrovert. His parents were successful business owners in Sacramento, California and his grandparents owned a ranch in Silicon Valley. I was a purebred hillbilly from the Ozarks of Missouri. He had lived in Portugal and traveled in Europe; I had never left American soil.


We decided to marry in 1988 and I thought it necessary to introduce him to my family before we took that important step.. Part of my reasoning was courtesy to my family, but underneath I thought it was important that he have an opportunity to get to meet them. He might want to back out.


We planned our trip carefully. We would confine the visit to one long day. Wearing, but avoiding any concerns about who would sleep where in my parent's home.


“What kind of car shall I rent?” Al said.


“I’m not particular. Get something mid-size and bland. We don’t want to look like show-offs.”


When we arrived in Kansas City, the rental agent said, “I have good news. You have been upgraded. Your car is parked at the curb.”


Through the window, we could see a bright yellow Cadillac. This was not a good sign for our mission. Nevertheless, accepted the upgrade and journeyed south in our sunny car to Pineville, Missouri.


We arrived at my hometown about 3 hours later and I slid low in the passenger seat in hopes that we would not pass anyone I knew.


If Al expected a quiet visit with my parents, he was sadly mistaken. It seemed my entire family had come to see the man I had chosen. They were circled in the packed living room to observe Al. I hadn’t seen some of them for years. They were there to pass judgment on my choice of husband. After all, they hadn’t had a vote on the first one.


We sat across from my father, the patriarch of the clan, and I fielded questions about our intentions. I was delighted to see everyone and chatted blithely – it was fun to see my cousins, aunts, and uncles gathered around me. I left Al to sink or swim in the attention of a bunch of total strangers.


The room was so crowded that multiple conversations soon broke out. Al sat next to my sister’s husband who was full of inquiries, but fortunately, answered them himself.


“What airport did you fly into?” Kansas City I suppose,” Will said. “Did you have a good flight? Was it a Boeing 737? “


“Those Boing 737s are nice planes; usually a very smooth ride.”


Al quickly realized that all he had to do was nod and smile. He liked that as he was not comfortable being the center of attention.


After an hour or so, we announced that we had to go if we were to be at the airport on time and made a hasty departure taking with us the blessings of my family. No one commented on our gaudy car. We arrived at the Philadelphia Airport about 10 p.m. that night. Mission accomplished.


We were married in the City Hall of Haddonfield, N.J. on July 14, 1988, and spent the next 31 years together. Al passed away on July 15, 2019. Like our trip to meet the family, our life together was an interesting journey.


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Irish Eyes

 


By Mattie Lennon

A DAY IN MY LIFE AND BROWE’S PUCKAUN

Bread An’ Mate.

It has been said that the first duty of a gentleman is to keep out of the hands of the police. Up to the time of writing I have carried out my gentlemanly duties, in that respect, every day of my life, with one exception. That was Tuesday 04th November 1969 when I was the victim of a wrongful arrest.


At 11:15 A.M. and I was feeding our one and only bonham. A car bearing the roof-sign of our National Guardians of the Peace stopped at the gate of our humble abode at Kylebeg. It was driven by a 38 year old farmer's son, Paddy Browne, from Kenmare,, who had a flexible olfactory organ and a reputation for economy consciousness . He shared a surname with the one-time Earls of Kenmare but a Blessington farmer who had rented a house to him had once told me that there wasn't much evidence of any nobility connection. The observer was a 44-year-old son-of-the-soil from Kilmorgan, Co. Sligo. His Name was Bill Tighe. (Up to that moment I had little dealings with either officer apart from meeting them during Census-taking. I knew that they referred to me as "the Poet", which was understandable since I was in the habit of linking, even the most grim situation to a poetic allusion.) Despite their agricultural background they had no compunction about taking me away from my pig-feeding, when they asked me to accompany them to Blessington Station.


If my neighbours hadn't known me as well as they did no doubt they would have been;" Wondering if the man had done a great or little thing".


Didn't the poet say;

To every Irishman on earth,
Arrest comes soon or late.


While Browne reversed the Squad-car down our narrow lane Tighe revealed to me that I had stolen an unspecified quantity of ham on Friday 24th October. Although I was no Phrenologist, looking at his profile from the back seat I recalled a comment made by one of my well-spoken, neighbours who described Tighe as being, “As thick as the back end of a horse’s testicles which only ever saw equine excrement.” And, at that moment, I became a bit more tolerant of those who drew the cartoons of the Irish in the 19th century Punch magazine.


Once in the station another Garda had something to say. This 31 year old was Willie Nash, from Gurtnacrehy, Co. Limerick. (You may not have heard of Gurtnacrehy; the only time the word crops up is in the names of Greyhounds.) Nash was so well turned out that he was like a male mannequin compared to his more bucolic colleagues. When he first came to Blessington in January 1962 he was a useful man on the football field and sported a crew-cut. Now he was opting for a (slightly belated) Beatle look. He imparted the additional information that I had maliciously burned a rick of hay, the property of Dan Cullen, on Saturday 27th September. I didn’t share the view of the local farmer who, at the time, said, “There was only one mistake; that he wasn’t in it when they lit it.”


Nash’s body language (as he replaced a nail-file in his tunic pocket, having checked his reflection in the window ) proclaimed the fact that he was well aware of my innocence. His rhetorical question: "Would it surprise you to know that you were seen lighting it?" was slightly off the mark (not to mention off the wall). He asked, “Will I put this man in the cell, Sergeant?” The man from Slaheny didn’t reply but gave the “Sullivan nod.” (I’ll explain it to you some other time.)


I knew, through my own sources, that a quantity of ham had been reported stolen in Ballinastockan. (I wasn't told if it was a quarter or a half pound) but I doubted the authenticity of the crime. As the interrogation progressed I became more convinced that the case of the purloined bacon should enter the annals along with The Easter Bunny, the Unicorn and a few pre-election promises. I knew that there wasn’t a great tradition of stealing foodstuffs in the Lacken or Ballinastockan area; the last recorded theft of that nature was pertaining to an incident, during the Civil War, on 15th September 1922. Edward Grace, a Merchant, from Ballymore Eustace had some loaves stolen from two of his vans in Ballyknockan and Lacken on that day.


Despite being the victim of the dirtiest trick ever played on me, being spoken to like an imbecile, humiliated, embarrassed and treated like a criminal I refused to confess to two fictitious crimes. (It's at times like this the words of Ethel Rosenberg spring to mind; "I am innocent......to forsake this truth is to pay too high a price"). The Sergeant, looking less than prepossessing and more than his thirty-seven years, gave the OK to have me locked in a cell. Maurice O ‘Sullivan, ex-Mental Nurse (known as a "keeper" at the time), from Slaheny, Co. Kerry, was very concise. Not living up to his family’s nickname of “The Long Maurices” he drew himself up to his full five-foot nine and a half inches, pretended to read from a Manilla folder and told me: "I have enough evidence here to charge you". This frightened me. I knew that the crime of arson could carry a life sentence. I asked myself if I was, in fact, at the mercy of a lunatic. Bearing in mind that my father always made a distinction between a madman and what he called “a bad-inclined madman.”


Perhaps the sergeant’s past was the reason for the brevity;

For he to whom a watcher's doom
Is given as his task
Must set a lock upon his lips
Etc.


Did the experience in his previous life prompt him to believe that I was the sort, so much in awe of authority, who would confess to anything? Although it was fifteen years since he surrendered his badge in Saint Fenan’s Hospital, Killarney, the "One Flew over The Cuckoo's Nest Syndrome" obtained; He still thought that he could do what he liked? ("…for in a madhouse there exists no law").


I thought of William Blackstone who said; " It is better that ten guilty persons escape than one innocent suffer". I soon reminded myself that Mr. Blackstone didn't spend four years working in a Kerry asylum.)


When I was told, “You'll get out when you tell us the truth" I took on board my neighbour’s opinion of the speaker. And the farmer's boots and sly smile I saw as further evidence that Tighe was not a member of Mensa, would not appreciate Tennyson, and so I thought it would be futile to quote;

This truth within thy mind rehearse,
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse.


My father always said that I would “hear the grass growing” and now I became acutely aware of my better –than- average auricular ability. Sound- proofing had not been a consideration in the design of the cell-door and I could hear every word spoken in the day-room. Industrial-relations matters, within the Gardaí, were touched on lightly before a turn in the conversation that was very interesting and informative; but that is a story for another day. Suffice, for now, to say that there was paraphrasing of the words of Thomas Jefferson; “We have the wolf by the ears and we can neither hold him nor safely let him go. Justice is in one scale and self-preservation on the other”


I knocked on the cell door. It immediately opened and framed Nash, who I felt was of the opinion that I needed taking down a peg. I studied his face. Why? Because Jim Blake who worked for Paddy Crotty had told me, “That Nash fella has square eyes.” He didn’t. While his optical hemispheres displayed the shiftiness of the insecure they were of regular shape.


He still insisted on pretending that I was a suspect and closed the door.


When next I knocked on the cell-door it was opened by Tighe who told me, (why I don’t know) “The sergeant is gone out on another big job”. This was followed by, “Yer father says he doesn’t know what to tink. Will I go out for yer father?” When I once again protested my innocence this, alternatively motivated guardian of the peace, who wouldn’t ever stand if he could sit, said, “We know certain tings Matt”. He didn’t specify what the “things” with the silent “h” were.) He closed the door, slowly . . . like he did everything else.


When again I knocked with a hope of being released Browne uncovered the spyhole. His eye, viewed through the small rectangle of light, didn’t look friendly.


I was sitting on a wooden bench with some sort of a “tic” on it. Hey! . . . Didn’t I read on the Leinster Leader about a Ballinastockan man being fined ten pounds for pissing on a mattress in the cell of Blessington Garda station? (Of course, it wasn’t worded so in the “Leader”.)


“Are you going to tell us about this fire?” Guard Browne enquired. Now secure in the knowledge that they knew I wasn’t guilty of anything I didn’t protest my innocence. I simply asked; “Are you going to let me out?”


Browne didn’t reply. He opened the cell door and allowed me into the day room. As he lit a Goldflake butt with a paper spill from the open fire he again accused me of arson. As I looked at his well-worn shoes and archaic wristwatch I thought of his economy-consciousness which his former Sergeant, Frank Reynolds, had told me about. My comment about the coldness of the cell and my plea to be left in the Day-room fell on deaf, Kenmare, ears. As he dragged on the ignited butt I was sternly told to “get back in.” Which I did.


Next thing the cell door opened. Garda Willie Nash told me, “We’re lettin’ ye out but we’ll be takin’ ye in agin.” He wasn’t a man of his word; I haven’t seen the inside of that cell since.
© Mattie Lennon 1970



Blessington Garda Station


The late Jim Browe was an entrepreneurial sort of individual who always appeared to land on his feet. However, I used a small bit of poetic licence in the following.

BROWE’S PUCKAUN.

Jim Browe above in Lacken
Had a virile puckaUn goat
On his prowess, 'mid the bracken
There was every right to gloat.
The she-goats of the nation
He'd see they'd have a ball;
For a small remuneration
From their owners, one and all.

Like wildfire round the mountain
His reputation spread,
And nanny-goats past countin'
With binder-twine were led
The puck could fairly rise 'er
(He serviced great and small)
Like a P.R.O. for Pfizer
He pranced around his stall.

They discussed his actions with panache,
Among the Wicklow hills.
In places like Donard And Clash
(Well known for trills and spills)
When the media came to tape him
He was at their beck an' call.
And youths aspired to ape him
In every Parish Hall.

Some neighbour-no doubt jealous
Told an agent of the State,
Who with pen and clipboard, zealous,
Arrived at Jim's front gate.
" An illicit stud's reported,
I must check out the call".
"I'm guilty" Jim retorted
"My back's against the wall".

The puck went through exacting tests
With techniques old and new,
And past them all (despite some jests)
And with flying colours too.
He was registered in Dublin
As a stud could now walk tall:
With his new found status troublin'
The ones who hoped he'd fall

Now trading with impunity
Jim Browe could plainly see
A golden opportunity
To double up the fee.
The goat-house he had slated
With fluorescent light an' all
And the price (in Euros) stated
In Signage on the wall..

Soon came an old reliable
With goat, and readies too.
The new regime seemed viable
But wait 'till I tell you;
The Puck decided he'd relax
And languished in his stall
While a license stamped with sealing wax
Hung framed upon the wall.

As more clients at the junction
Queued now with some chagrin
Erectile (goat) dysfunction
Appeared to have set in.
They coaxed him by being placid,
Then began to roar and bawl,
But the puck remained quite flaccid;
He wouldn't rise at all.

Said Jim " My little earner
Has turned out a farce"
As growing ever sterner
He aimed a kick in t' arse.
The puck glanced sideways, nervous,
At the parchment on the wall.
"Now I'm in the Civil Service
I'm supposed to do f**k-all".



The Puckaun


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Medium-Author-Spiritual Teacher

 

By Ara Parisien

MANIFESTATION. IT’S CHILD’S PLAY!

Over the years of assisting individuals realize their wildest dreams, I am reminded – over and over again – how easy it all is. You read that right. It’s easy. In fact, manifestation is child’s play.
We learn the ‘words’ very early in life through various children’s songs. The songs are light, airy, happy and fun. We sang them over and over and over. But they were just words, and the meaning of them was quickly squelched by parents, siblings, teachers, etc. We were told the songs were all about pipe dreams, wishing wells, fairy dust and pixies and none of that comes true in the real world. This does not set us up for success.

MEANING VS CONDITIONING

When you delve into the actual words of these songs it will make you raise an eyebrow. You knew the manifestation formula a long time ago! You just were conditioned not to live it as it does not conform to ‘reality’. I thought it would be fun (key word!) to revisit one song we all recall from our childhood. Let’s take a look at what the song is saying. Let’s play!

WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR

When you wish upon a star
Think about this line. When you wish upon a star it is a wistful endeavour. You are proclaiming your deepest desire. You are not wishing for more problems or catastrophes. You are stating the dream you would most love to live
Makes no difference who you are
This speaks to the fact that it works the same for everyone. It doesn’t work for some and not others. The power is in each and every one of us.
Anything your heart desires
ANYTHING! You can have anything you want. Nothing is too big, too grand or too much. If you desire it, you can have it.
Will come to you
This states it WILL come to you. Not maybe. Not sometimes. Not if you are really lucky. It will. It is Universal Law.
If your heart is in your dream
This line is extremely important. You must keep the heart desire alive in your ‘dream’ which is nothing more than your imagination.
No request is too extreme
This emphasizes there is nothing too extreme that can be wished for. Everything is available. This line always makes my heart sing!
When you wish upon a star
Added emphasis upon wishing, dreaming and proclaiming in a positive way.
As dreamers do
This line is all about BEING in the imagination. All day-dreamers are using their imagination. The imagination is powerful. Be a dreamer!
Fate is kind
Fate equals results. Manifestation is ‘inevitable’ if you consistently live your dream in your imagination. It’s kind because it always provides a result, each and every time!
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing

The results are born from a consistent focus on the dream in the imagination coupled with the absolute love and joyfulness of knowing the dream will be realized. Love the process! Powerful!
Like a bolt out of the blue
Manifestations occur when you least expect. When one is focused on the joy of the dream and the process that is when they appear – seemingly out of the blue – that it always takes us by surprise.
Moreover, it is often HOW the manifestations occur that is magical. We could not coordinate all the components necessary to compel the manifestation into being. The Universe CAN in ways you could never imagine in your limited human thought processes. Kind of takes your breath away, doesn’t it!
Fate steps in and sees you through
Results always step in or arrive – inevitably – each and every time.
When you wish upon a star
Your power is unleashed with every wish, every feeling, every time you proclaim your dream.
Your dream comes true
Manifestation is your dream coming true. Each and every time with appropriate focus and love of the entire process.

MANIFESTATIONS ARE EASY.

Manifestations are easy. They are child’s play if we allow them to be.
It all depends on your focus. Ask yourself where your focus goes. Inevitably you will realize results based on that focus. You are doing it all the time whether you like what you are manifesting or not. Perhaps it is time for you to play and become a small child once again and allow your heart’s desire to move from the unseen, where it is patiently waiting, to the seen, which is where they will ultimately tangibly reside.
Life is magic when you do the little things with the right focus. Be a dreamer!

THE CHALLENGE

There are so many children’s songs that allude to the formula of manifestation.

How many can you think of and see from this perspective?


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Introspective

 


By Thomas F. O'Neill

I was browsing Facebook the other day and came across a video of an evangelical minister yelling about how we are living in the end times. However, anyone who understands history will understand that these apocalyptic beliefs have existed for thousands of years.


These end-time beliefs have popped up repeatedly for several reasons. The reasons can be rooted in various factors, primarily religious beliefs. Many religious traditions have prophecies or teachings about the end of the world, often associated with the coming of a savior or a time of judgment. These beliefs can contribute to a sense of impending doom among believers.


Environmental concerns exist in many cultures, such as natural disasters, climate change, or social or political upheaval. In our popular culture, books, and movies show how fragile the Earth is when it comes to a doomsday scenario.


Climate change, caused by deforestation, pollution, and biodiversity loss, has led many worldwide to fear that the planet is heading toward an ecological collapse, leading to a widespread belief in an apocalyptic future.


Events such as wars, economic crises, and political instability can create a sense of impending catastrophe. These events can lead people to believe society is on the brink of collapse.


Social media depicting apocalyptic scenarios can influence people's beliefs and perceptions about the future. These depictions can create a sense of anxiety about the state of the world. These concerns, such as climate change and the fear of meteors or asteroids striking our planet, can be valid. These fears can be based on real issues, but it's also important to maintain a balanced perspective and seek reliable information. The world faces many challenges, but there are also many reasons for hope and opportunities for positive change.


Science and technology can correct the negative impact that humankind is having on planet Earth, and I do not believe our planet is coming to an end; people have been around for a very long time, adapting and overcoming the challenges that come our way.


Humankind has evolved with the times for many years, and we will continue to do so for many years to come.


But I suppose only time will tell …….


Always with love,
Thomas F O'Neill

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On Trek

 


By Judith Kroll

Everyone’s Life is A Story

The second we are born we start our journey into the world. We are labeled Male or Female. Fingerprinted, foot-printed, washed, and finally wrapped in a soft blanket with a hat to match.


Being claustrophobic, stretching would seem delicious! Our life in this world is ours for the taking.


When we choose to come to earth, with our life in the flesh, we all make our own life map. That is why many decide to be good or bad here. We don’t all come to have the same experiences. Each trip I am sure is different.


I had a realistic dream one night. You know Universal Studios, there is a TV show in each building, and each show is made in that same building. What I was shown, is people can come to earth and experience the time of the civil war, or the time of the dinosaurs, etc. It depends on which “building” they choose to experience. There is no time in space.


If we played the piano in one life, but decided to become a fireman in the next life, (if we choose to come back), then we might not even look at a piano., Or there may not be a piano if we chose the stone age.


When we come to earth, we are like players in a video game. We experience different things, always learning, always growing.


There is no death. Our bodies die and we transform back to spirit. Then we remember everything. Again. If we remembered everything, while we were here on earth, what would be the point?


Enjoy the love of the planet, it has so much to offer: people, animals, amazing scenery, and us.


What an honor.
Love Judith, 1/27/24   


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Counting The Flower Buds

 

By John I. Blair

Every year in February
I go out in the cold
And count the flower buds.
Dogwoods and magnolias,
Dutch irises and crocuses,
Hyacinths and daffodils,
All get my close attention
While I touch them one by one
And dream of Spring.
What a thing to do,
Looking up,
Kneeling down,
Estimating the blossoms
Simply from the show of buds
This early in the year!
We could still have frost
Or sleet or snow,
Freezing the buds brown.
Nonetheless I go
And count the buds,
Quantifying my hope
That Spring will really be.
©2002 John I. Blair
( 2/12/2002)


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Happy Birthday to Laura, My Wife

 

By Walt Perryman

Today is my beautiful wife’s birthday,
I love you more than words can say.

Baby, you’re my true Angel in disguise.
And to be fifty-two, you’re so very wise!

Happy Birthday, to you, my Cajun wife,
And I love the way you light up my life.

©Jan 21, 2024 Walt Perryman

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Rainbow

 

By John I. Blair

I was swimming in an outdoor pool
Brimming with water, clear and cool.
Me, my wife, and another four
Were splashing along to disco music
As our instructor urged us on.
Overhead drifted misty clouds,
Part of a lingering summer shower;
And gradually in the eastern sky
A rainbow, then a pair of them
Glowed iridescent, brilliant.
And so we bobbed, the six of us,
Up to our chins in the rippling pool,
While the physics of water vapor
Transfigured the sky into a glory.
Suddenly, as I swashed my arms
Back and forth through the pool water,
Feeling its force across my skin,
I understood what it really meant
To be resident on a water world,
To be alive on a blue planet,
To be mostly water my own self,
Plump with the fluid I was floating in.
I was water; the pool was water;
The air was filled with falling water;
The sky above was radiant
With light refracted through the water.
No wonder our creation story
Says in the beginning all was water.

©2003 John I. Blair
Encore


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1950

 

By Bud Lemire

What's in the meaning of a number?
For some, it makes you wonder
People tend to think a number, is very good luck
They'll play the lottery, to try to win a buck

Spiritual people think some numbers, are Angels that are near
While some numbers, have meanings that are unclear
Maybe it's for a very special day
To be remembered, in a certain way

A Birthday, A Marriage, or a day when someone died
A day to be remembered, a day where you had cried
Maybe someone, had a bad yea
r On this day, it had brought a tear

Nineteen Fifty, might be pretty nice
It's really not a bad score, when rolling the dice
Unless you're superstitious, and then it could just be
That Nineteen Fifty, is your greatest enemy

For me, it doesn't mean a thing
I'll roll the dice, and take what it will bring
What will be, is what it will be
When rolling dice, I have no enemy

I play to have fun, a great night with friends
A night of enjoyment, when the day ends
If my score is Nineteen Fifty, it won't worry me
Playing the game, is using a better strategy

If it comes up, and that is the score
I treat it like any other, I just ignore
If you rolled again, that loss was your chance
To keep what you had, or to do the losers dance

©Jan 10, 2024 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

1950 doesn't have any curse to it. It is just a number.
It is not out to make you lose. You are above the number,
and can control it.


 

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Pencil Stubs

 

By John I. Blair

I love half-used pencil stubs;
They exude a haunting cedar odor
That takes me back to grade school
And the olfactory treat of shoving pencils
Into a hand-cranked Boston sharpener.

Gripping a pencil, smooth and light,
Potential-filled, tight in my hand,
Ignites possibilities in my mind,
Poems and stories I might write,
Sketches, a diary of my days.

Sometimes I get so tense
With my yellow wooden pencil
I bite my teeth into its surface,
Chewing the wood to splinters,
Tasting its painty flavor.

Holding my myopic eyes
Close to my work, I can hear
The faint friction of the graphite
On the rough paper surface
As my thoughts pour onto the page.

Now tell me how to get
All this sensory satisfaction,
This stew of memories and recognition,
From a clicking plastic keyboard
And a humming PC CPU?

©2003 John I. Blair
Encore


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Right or Wrong Ramble

 

By Walt Perryman

I am rambling about right and wrong,
And about being weak or being strong.

Sometimes I feel like I am way ahead,
When the truth is, I’m behind instead.

Sometimes my belief in God isn’t strong,
And I continue to sin knowing it’s wrong.

I take one step forward and two steps back.
While I know it’s ‘total commitment’ I lack!

So, Lord please give me enough strength,
To comment to you one hundred percent.
Amen

©Jan 22, 2024


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A Thought

By Bruce Clifford

I had a thought again.
I caught that now and then.
I see it and I can’t pretend.
I had a thought again.

I found my way to our place.
I found a painting of planets and space.
I had that thought again.
I had a memory of the time we would spend.

You don’t know what this means to me.
We will never know what could have been.

I gave away our only page.
I once read it to you on a sunny day.
I had a thought again.
I gather it up every now and then.

I found my thoughts in our distant place.
Paintings of horses and the planets in space.
I had that thought again.
I have these memories I will always defend.

You don’t know what this means to me.
We will never know what could have been.

©Jan 30, 2024 Bruce Clifford


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A Cold January

 

By Bud Lemire

It's an ice cold January, getting to Ten below
You can freeze your mouth, if you say hello
Dress up warm, don't want you to freeze
You might want to cough, or even sneeze
A little bit of ice, and then there's some snow
Be careful when driving, wherever you go
A very warm coat, is needed today
A scarf, mittens, and chook will be okay

Plan very well, if you do some walking
Below zero temperatures, is what I am talking
Sometimes your car, just won't want to start
Don't let cold weather, keep you and your job apart
Put on your boots, so you won't slip
Otherwise you'll fall, it'll be a quick trip
Then it might be, too hard to get up
You might be ready, for Coffee filled cup

Life as a Yooper, is surviving the cold
Whether you're young, or if you're old
When you are older, it's harder to do
When you are younger, body heat helps you
A snow mobile is fun, to go for a ride
You might see deer, off to the side
Ice Fishing is something, people love to do
Be careful of thin ice, or you will fall through

When the wind comes along, it can freeze you to the bone
It's best to have someone with you, so you aren't alone
When you live as a Yooper, you get use to the weather
Enjoying all the seasons, is what most of us treasure
I remember one time, the roads were like sheets of ice
Drivers were sliding everywhere, it wasn't very nice
I walked to work, and it wasn't easy to do
I made it to my job, but I made it through
Whether it's hot or cold, here in the U. P.
I always find, it's a great place to be
I wouldn't live elsewhere, this is where I want to be
The U.P. Of Michigan, is the best place for me

©Jan 17, 2024 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

I talk about how cold it was. Not long after that, the
weather warmed up and the snow melted and we had
rain. But we still have February and March. So we
shall see what weather those months bring.


 

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Hello, Stranger

 

By John I. Blair

Hello, stranger!
Please come into my life!
Sing songs to me
I might not want to hear.
Praise me in ways
I cannot bear.
Push me onto paths
I would not think to follow.
I'll thank you some day.
I have sojourned
Too many years
On familiar shores.
Set me adrift,
Make me doubt again,
So I won't be lost in surety.

©2003 John I. Blair
Encore


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Cancer Check-up!

 

By Walt Perryman

This is something, some of you already know.
I had lung cancer just a little over a year ago!

I went for my sixth-month checkup today.
God answered my prayers again, I am ok.

Thank you, Lord, for everything you’ve done.
Like being with me when the Dr. said, “None”.

Thank all of you that were praying for me, too.
And if you ever have cancer, I’ll pray for you.

©Jan 22, 2024 Walt Perryman


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Every Passing Day

By Bruce Clifford

You’re phenomenal within indifferent ways.
How remarkable to be thought of throughout the darkest of days.
You’re unpredictable within casual thoughts.
How irresistible knowing all that you’ve lost.

I can’t decide between colors and tunes.
We’ve never set aside holding hands on those sunny afternoons.
You’ve made it clear that all of those memories are all left at the park.
What I’ve always feared was what took place and all that was forgotten after dark.

You’re phenomenal within these lost depths of time.
How impossible to be a moment in a universe so undefined.
You’re unpredictable throughout the many facets of outer space.
How invisible you are as you left me without a trace.

I can’t decide between flowers and tunes.
We’ve never set aside reading the lyrics on those rainy afternoons.
You’ve made it clear that we are just remnants of laughter in a park
What I’ve always feared was what took place and all that was forgotten after dark.

You’re phenomenal within cosmic ways.
You’re irreplaceable and unforgettable with every passing day.

©Jan 4, 2024 Bruce Clifford


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