Saturday, May 1, 2021

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

May 2021

"Oh! That we two were Maying Down
the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with violets playing,
In the shade of the whispering trees."

- Charles Kingsley


May: the month of my mother's birth, and seventeen years later on the following day she gave birth to me. Worthy of celebration, right? I cherish the many friends that I have known and loved who were also May born, Taurean or not, as many no longer walk this earth. Case in point, see the tribute, much of it in his own words, for Phillip Hennessy, born on the thirteenth of May and lost to us this past month. His final two poems, penned in April, are included in this issue, "Reasons Not to Do Things," and "Forever True." We stayed in touch via Facebook and messenger and it will be difficult to exist without his bright communications.


Other poems in this issue are "Reading the Morning E-Mail" by John I. Blair; "The Old Headquarters," "Judging People," and just in time for Mother's Day, "Letter to My Mother," by Walt Perryman; "In This Corner of the World," and "It's Not So Bad" by Bruce Clifford; and these four by Bud Lemire --"My Cghildhood," "The Tree of Life," "Rainbow Eyes," and "There's Always Good Things."


Melinda Cohenour, "Armchair Genealogy" is still processing moving problems, but in honor of Mother's Day, we encore her tribute to her mother, who happens to be your editor's parent as well. Rod Cohenour's column is an encore authored by the granddaughter of the late Leo C. Helmer, Andrea Heisler, with a delightful and easily done recipe for "Gravel."


Pauline Evanosky's column "Woo Woo" gives info on how becoming a psychic happens and Mattie Lennon, "Irish Eyes," gives us the info about Angela Burke and her Gateway Gifts.


Judy Kroll's column "On Trek" speaks of Divine Intervention. "View from My Back Steps" by John Blair who was fearful that most of his lovely garden perennials, shrubs, and bulbs had expired due to the unusually hard freeze suffered this winter, but was delighted to discover it wasn't all that bad.


Marilyn Carnell, "Sifoddling Along," speaks of her family history, regretting that she did not pay attention or gather facts as a youth, as so many of us fail to do. Thomas F. O'Neill in "Introspective" discusses the internet and the role it plays in education, plus some drawbacks when it is mis-used. 

To commenorate Memorial Day, here is one of your editor's poems.

Memorial Thoughts

Just before June holds sway
We honor those who've gone away
A special date, Memorial Day,
Not only for those killed in the fray.

We remember family and friends dear
And even men will shed a tear
For who can believe it's another year
Since those dear ones were still here.

We say the prayers and bow our head
In respect for all the Unknown dead
And few can remember what was said
Listening with hearts filled with lead.

Some will reflect on happier scenes
Yet support the loved one who closer leans
And know if we ever had the means
We'd spare them the pain that today gleans.

Yet somehow together we stronger feel
And there's a comfort in the trumpet's peal
And a promise to never forget we seal
Within our heart, as we reverently kneel.

So Ceremony surely has its place
Though tears may mark many a face
We know we still have time to race
With a bit of care and a lot of God's grace.

©May 29, 2006 Mary E. Adair

 
Mike Craner, Webmaster and co-founder of this eZine, who keeps this eZine functioning with his ingenuity and consideration, deserves bouquets of appreciation. Thanks, Mike!

We will see you in June!

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Armchair Genealogy=Tribute to Mother, Encore

 

Armchair Genealogy--Tribute to Mother, Encore

By Melinda Cohenour

A Tribute to a Remarkable Woman,
my Mother Lena May Joslin Carroll

Born: 7 May 1918, Pineville, McDonald County, Missouri
Died: 03 March, 2010, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma County, Oklahoma


In the month in which the day of my birth is celebrated, it is often that my thoughts turn to the woman who brought me into the world, my sweet and wonderful mother, Lena May Joslin Carroll. As this is a column devoted to genealogy, it seems fitting that mention should be made of the incredible advances made in both tracking our family histories but also in locating new members of our “cousin-ship” – that broad plane that comprises the largest number of leaves on each of our trees. For every parent, grandparent and great grandparent back into the mists of time that we list on our tree, there are siblings and their offspring down through the ages that carry the imprint of the familial DNA. Having submitted my DNA to Ancestry a year or so ago, my cousin-ship has grown into the thousands of living cousins who are identified through the matching process of their DNA to my DNA. Much can be learned, discerned, or confirmed by the branch of science that explores the mysteries of DNA, including a controversial subject: the genetic predisposition for inherited diseases. One of those most discussed today is the horrific thief known as Alzheimer's.


My precious mother, Lena May Carroll, was stricken with Alzheimer's and her loss of memory was first noticed about 1999 or so. Prior to that, we thought she had experienced a series of strokes that would leave her a bit confused for a day or a few minutes or so. Gradually, over the next couple of years it became painfully apparent that more than that was taking place. I cannot begin to tell you how agonizing it was to have my best friend, my confidante, my adviser, my adored mother retreat from us in her mind. She often did not recognize me, saying, "You cannot be my daughter. Melinda is not fat!" She would remember things from many, many years before - a poem, a conversation, a person she did not remember as having died years before. She never, NEVER ceased to mourn the loss of my father, who passed away in 1996. That was the one constant throughout all her days. She would ask, however, "When is Jack supposed to get home?" and bring about painful remembrances for me - and a concern as to how I should respond. I always chose NOT to remind her and bring forth a new and fresh bit of agony for her.


There were moments, sometimes a whole day, when she was completely lucid. Blessed moments when I would greedily grab time with her to share love and conversation, times when her sparkling wit and massive knowledge of things both everyday and normal and complex would make my heart sing. Love, alone, however, did not bring about full communication. Yes, I always, always, tried to show her love. She had always been the most dear person to me, memories of her sweet attention and loving way of making my most hurtful wounds stop hurting, make my happy moments even more blessedly happy with her to share - but those times were increasingly fewer and fewer between. I lost my mother many years before her death. So sorry for that. I would give anything for science to find the cure that no one else should ever have to suffer the pain of that horrible, slow, losing.


In closing, and as a further tribute to her, I offer the text of Mother’s obituary as published by the Fort Worth Star Telegram, March 11, 2010. (In 1952, our Daddy wanted a portrait of Mother before she became a grandmother the first time. This is the portrait chosen for the obituary.)




Lena Carroll (1918 - 2010)


Lena May Joslin Carroll passed away peacefully at an Oklahoma City, Okla., hospital, Wednesday, March 3, 2010.


Funeral: 3 p.m. Saturday, March 13, at Bluebonnet Hills, where she will be interred beside her beloved husband. Visitation: 5 to 8 p.m. Friday.


Lena May was born May 7, 1918, in Pineville, Mo., to James Arthur and Carrie Edith Bullard Joslin and lived an extraordinary life. She was a poet, rockhound and lapidarist, coin and stamp collector, Sunday school teacher, leader of a number of benevolent organizations, gardener, artist, sculptress and essayist. She served her country as a journeyman electrician in the shipyards of Oregon during World War II. She was a member of the First Baptist Church of Monahans, and later the First Baptist Church of Guthrie, Okla., and was a 50-year member of both the O.E.S. and S.O.O.B.


She was preceded in death by her husband of 62 years, John Edward Carroll; her daughters, Noralee Edith Crowson and Jacquelyn Earlene MacGibbon; four grandchildren; a great-grandchild; and her brother, Jack Oakley Joslin.


Survivors: Her brother, Rex Edward Joslin; sister, Linnie Jane Burks; daughters, Mary Elizabeth Adair and Melinda Ellen Cohenour; eight grandchildren; 22 great-grandchildren; 13 great-great-grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews; and many beloved friends.

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No amount of narrative could possibly convey the many facets of my mother. She was a force to be reckoned with, both strong and tender, firm in her faith, giving and loving in her humanity, fascinated by knowledge and dedicated to learning, a brilliant mind and a compassionate and benevolent person who never seemed to tire of the pursuit of beauty in nature. Her memory brings forth tender regard from all her many descendants. Instead, your author offers some photographs that help to portray her personality.


The month of February is most noted for Valentine’s Day, the usual commemoration of devoted love. MomMay and DaddyJack became engaged on Valentine’s Day in 1934 and were married 10 June of that year. Their love was an everlasting love, they shared 62 years of marriage before DaddyJack’s passing in July of 1996. Even though Mother lost memories of so many other people and events, she never lost the memory of her lifetime love. She was blessed in many ways by the effects of Alzheimers, for she was always cheerfully “…just expecting Daddy to come home any time now.”



Lena May Joslin's engagement portrait - taken after becoming engaged Valentine's Day 1934 and before her marriage 10 June of that year.


River Lady. A young and vibrant Lena May, a newlywed of 16, DaddyJack took her photo as she waded the waters of the Pecos River. Summer of 1934.



Mom thru Van Window as she left with her two oldest daughters and their daughters for a trip to Canada in 2001.



In 2006, Mother traveled with me to a job assignment in Sarasota, FL. Hurricane Wanda forced our evacuation from Sarasota to Orlando. Then Wanda became fickle and hit Orlando instead. This photo was taken on our return trip. Wanda's flood waters are evident in the background.



On the weekend of 7 May 2007, Mother shared her birthday at our home in Phoenix, with her first-born, Mary who was born the morning after Mother was 17.



An exuberant Mother amongst the bougainvillea and oleander in our backyard in Phoenix in 2008.



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Irish Eyes

By Mattie Lennon

Stepping Back to Live in the Past

It was once said of me, “He loves living in the past because it’s cheaper.” And, you know, it’s kinda true. That’s why I found "Step Back in Time" impossible to put down. It’s written my County Mayo woman Angela Burke, and deals with things that I and many like me remember or have forgotten.


If, like me, you were born in the first half of the last century this book will bring you back-provided you are not too far gone! If you are younger please buy it. It will show you that we are not spoofing when we tell you stories from pre-rural electrification days two generations before the mobile phone. The author is the founder of award-winning Greenway Gifts. These gifts are all unique ideas reflecting the cottage type industry in Mayo and contribute to the local economy.


Angela is no stranger to celebrity endorsement – her Greenway Gifts products were presented to none other than President Barack Obama, President Michael D. Higgins, and Sonia O Sullivan.


Greenway Gifts got the Royal Seal Of approval from Queen Elizabeth II when she acknowledged the successful Greenway Gifts product, which is an innovative package, gift-wrapped County Mayo turf, that will be delivered anywhere around the world. It reminds people everywhere about Ireland and Irish things.


"Step Back in Time on the Wild Atlantic Way" acts as a record of life in Ireland in bygone days. The book takes young and older readers on a historic journey, with coloured images throughout, providing further details of how we lived in past times. Angela’s book is now part of the national heritage and is available for future generations to enjoy in Trinity College, The British Library, University of Oxford, and all Irish universities.


When not at the desk on the computer, she is out on her bike cycling the Mayo Greenway, where she gets her inspiration for writing and much more besides. Her love for history and the culture came from growing up on the west coast of Ireland on the Wild Atlantic Way, living on a farm, visiting the neighbours, and hearing all the stories from an early age, stored in her mind and one day to be recalled. She says, “I love to walk in the countryside ... oh, and I love to hop on my bike, have a cup of tea, of course, and a chat.”


"Stepping Back in Time" is 153 pages packed with everything you ever wanted to know about Irish life in days of yore. Making hay, cutting turf and even a dog’s funeral. It’s all there. There are many philosophical gems such as, “We can’t have everything. Where would we put it?” And 60 high resolution pictures which show everything from day-old chicks and dash-churns to turf-spades. Also from a milk-separator to a “twister making hay-ropes (“Sugans.”)


When you order the book directly from http://www.greenwaygifts.ie, you will receive a copy. Signed by Angela who holds a BA degree in Community, Enterprise, Business, and Development.

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Speaking about stepping back in time. The late John B. Keane wrote, “Being a Kerryman, in my opinion, is the greatest gift that God can bestow on any man. When you belong to Kerry you know you have a head start on the other fellow. In belonging to Kerry you belong to the elements, to the spheres spinning in the Heavens. You belong to History and Language and Romance and Ancient Song. It is almost unbearable being a Kerryman and it is an awesome responsibility.”


But what was it like being a Kerryman, living in Kerry more than a hundred years ago? I managed to get my hands on the front page of The Kerryman newspaper from that time.

See you in June.

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An Interesting Statistic


 

 

Encore: Cooking wih Andrea


By Andrea Heisler

"Gravel"

This is a recipe I like
because it is super simple and only
dirties 2 pans and a bowl.
I call it "Gravel" because
it kind of looks like it.

Ingredients:

  • 1 lb hamburger
  • 1 lb sausage (I use mild country sausage)
  • 5 medium or 2 large potatoes
  • 8 eggs
  • one onion Minced
  • garlic (amount is by preference but I use about 1 tbsp)
  • 2 Tbsp vegetable oil
  • 4 tbsp butter
  • Salt, pepper, seasoning salt

Put 2 Tbsp oil into a large skillet and heat over medium.
Dice the onion and the potatoes into small pieces. (The smaller the potatoes the faster they will cook)
Sauté the onions and minced garlic while you are cutting potatoes then add all potatoes at the same time for even cooking.
Season to taste with salt pepper and seasoning salt and add the butter and stir well.
Cover and cook over med heat stirring every 5 minutes or so to keep from burning and sticking.
While potatoes cook brown the hamburger and sausage in a separate pan.
Drain and then while the meat is in the pan make a spot in the middle and pour in the beaten eggs and scramble.
Finally mix the meat together with the eggs and add the potatoes and stir.

There you have it "Gravel". It's great for any meal and with ketchup and/or hotsauce if you like.

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Sifoddling Along


By Marilyn Carnell

Fading memories of the Civil War

As a young person I had little interest in my family’s history – something I regret a great deal now. I remember only the outlines of some of the stories and little “factoids”, not the identities of the central characters.


So far as I know, none of my ancestors lived in McDonald County, Missouri before or during the war, but it is possible that my great-grandmother Eliza Jane Carnell followed her husband south from Cass County, Missouri to be near him when he was in the military. She is likely the one who swallowed her wedding ring to keep it away from either soldiers or bushwhackers. A good story, but I don’t know for sure. Her husband, John Leonard Carnell was based at a camp in Maysville, Arkansas, and fought at the Battle of Cane Hill. Since it was close to Pea Ridge, it is likely he fought there too, but no proof. We do know that they fled to Sherman, Texas after the war and were likely acquainted with the Younger and James brothers.


I have so many unanswered questions like: Why did my great grandfather, Nimrod Porter Bunch move his family from Sarcoxie (the oldest town in SW Missouri) to Johnson County and remain there for some time thereafter? My grandfather was born there in 1865 and was old enough to remember the difficulties of bringing a herd of hogs across the many waterways between there and McDonald County where they settled on Big Sugar Creek at White Rock.


Was he a Confederate? Likely, but unknown. His brother, James Henry Bunch fought on the Confederate side and is featured in an online story called “Big, Mean and Ornery” by Dr. Barbara Inman Beale. My mother knew him and remembered how he liked to trip children like her with his cane. Apparently, he was ornery to the end.


One great-grandmother managed to raise and butcher a hog in times of great want. She hid her efforts from a gang of bushwhackers by covering the carcass under the laundry. The same tools were needed for both projects – a big iron kettle of boiling water being the most obvious and the clothing was used to hide the parts of the hog, so she was able to deceive the intruders.


Another interesting story was about some shirttail relatives who lived near Rocky Comfort. With the men all gone to war, an old woman died. The remaining women managed to construct a coffin but transporting it to the graveyard was a problem. They had no horses or mules, so they hitched a cow to a sled, loaded the coffin, and set off to the burial site. At some point, the sled tipped over, the coffin fell off and shattered. It was not told how they coped from that point, but they did manage to complete their task.


It has been reported that by the end of the war, only eight families still lived in McDonald County. With both the Union and Confederate armies and countless bushwhackers roaming the countryside, it is not too surprising that it was left an empty land. I wish I had paid more attention to the stories, but my memories have faded too much.


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