Monday, January 1, 2024

Editor's Corner


By Mary E. Adair

January 2024

. "The magic in new beginnings is truly
the most powerful of them all.”

--Josiyah Martinl


Finding it difficult to imagine what great strides our lives may be taking in this new year. Perhaps AI, the Artificial Intelligence that is enthralling everyone, could predict an outcome, but, hey, that by its very nature would most likely be "Artificial."


Guess we shall just wait and see. Hopefully our authors will be bursting with new visions and liklihoods to pour into next issue which shall be the first for Volume 27 of this Art and Literature eZine.


Walt Perryman's "One Day After Christmas" poem also displays a photo of his wife Laura and him during the Christmas season. His encore poem "About New Year's Eve" is not only timely but excellent advice. Bruce Clifford's "The Blame" is his only composition this time. John I. Blair is still under the weather, but fortunately we have a treasure trove of his poetry to bless this January Pencil Stubs, including his prize winner poem "Sputnik." (Details included.) His other three are "Hay," "If Time Is A River," and "Taking The Sun in January."Bud Lemire's "In The New Year" is spot on, and his other three are "When I'm Gone," "The Elf on The Shelf," and a beautiful tribute to his late sister, "Dottie." There is one from your editor, "Not The Me" that is on the reminiscent side.


"Introspective" by Thomas F. O'Neill welcomes the New Year, while Marilyn Carnell's column "Sifoddling Along" reveals plans of several projects for her coming days, and likely months. Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" is so like her--we have met and I can speak knowingly--and is a comforting essay. Pauline Evanosky's column "Woo Woo," is intriguing, as she's one of our authors who has learned to use the various AI sites and shares her expertise. Our new columnist Ara Parisien in "Medium-Author-Spiritual Teacher" discusses visitations and various examples of them. This is a subject your editor has been looking forward to reading.


Rod Cohenour's "Cooking with Rod" features a scrumptious recipe and he confided that he considers a serving to offer three of the small chops from his French Onion Pork Chops. "Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour looks ahead to the new year as an opportunity to delve more deeply into family connections, with the continued quest for info for five "brick walls." Mattie Lennon of Dublin, nostalgically tells about his "Best" Christmas, and previews a new book for his "Irish Eyes."


We recognize and gratefully bless our good fortune in knowing our co-founder and webmaster, Mike Craner, whose knowledge and expertise keeps Pencil Stubs Online actually online We know how busy he was during Christmas season as he "plays" Santa on an excursion train in Virginia, delighting children of all ages.. We place our confidence in him as we have in the past and shall continue doing so.

See you in February!.


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Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

Happy New Year!! Earth welcomes 2024 with a fervent wish for a brighter future - a reprieve from COVID and its many variations, peace around the world - praying for a quietude to descend upon the Middle East and an end to Russia's invasion of Ukraine, as well as renewed prosperity and equitable governance in our beloved United States.

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This column is penned after a busy Christmas period which brought joy to our household. We only wish more of our grandchildren and their families could have shared with us in person.


And it precedes the celebration of so many family birthdays. As I write these words this 30th day of December, we acknowledge with joy the twin birthdays of our granddaughter Erin Elaine Bostick and her aunt Anne Bulut. Our discovery of Anne came about through DNA testing a few years back. Both Erin's mom (Melissa) and her cousin (Adam) tested and both test results showed a close family relationship with our beautiful Anne. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE!


Through DNA testing our family has been blessed to discover additional half sisters and brothers to Melissa and Anne. These siblings now enjoy a loving relationship filled with frequent contact. Our Facebook friendships also now extend to those siblings' family members - a blessing enriched with each contact. We thank God for the discovery of these precious family "finds"!!


And, so, my mind turned again to my own DNA test results. For several months now, my focus has been on the shocking investigation of the Gilgo Beach Four. The discovery of these burlap-wrapped victims more than a decade ago launched an intensive search resulting in the location of ten sets of bodies or dismembered remains. A gruesome six-month immersion into the investigation of those murders was tied to the fascinating use of DNA to solve decades-old crimes. The arrest last July of Rex Heuermann triggered your author's in-depth pursuit of news related to the case. Now we patiently await 1) the trial of Heuermann, 2) identification of the three remaining mystery remains, and 3) any proof of the identity of the perpetrator responsible for the other victims' deaths. Are they all the victims of one serial killer? Or by some strange coincidence have all these skeletal remains been discarded by more than one monster? And will their cases be solved by the miracle of DNA?


As we await more news connected to this investigation, my interest has turned to more refreshing and joyful pursuits - just Who has been found through my own DNA testing? This promises to be a rather complex issue. Just taking a quick look at my new Ancestry DNA matches turned up the following (rather amazing) stats:


Ancestry shows 48,724 DNA matches tied to my Maternal line and 51,007 matches through my Paternal line. There are, interestingly, 209 matches that seem to link to BOTH parents and 3,896 matches that have yet to be assigned to either parent's lineage. That amounts to an astounding 103,836 living COUSINS (most relatives not of core family relationship will be cousins of some ilk).


Those 3,896 unassigned matches are anomalies that occur for various reasons: tests were processed after Ancestry's last update or Ancestry lacks sufficient information to assign to one or the other parent. These assignments are made without either of my parents having tested by virtue of Ancestry's computerized logarithms ability to compare long strands of my DNA which are identical to those matches. These strands are likely inherited from common ancestors. Examination of paper trails and other evidentiary sources lead to the identification of parental lines.


Ah, yes. Examination of the closest of these new DNA matches should occupy a goodly amount of time. Should some really interesting connections to historic figures show up, you can expect a column elucidating that tale. Otherwise, we shall continue to plod down that seemingly eternal path seeking to break down brick walls, our Five Brick Wall personages that have shown up before


Looking forward to a New Year of research. May you continue your own discoveries through Armchair Genealogy.


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Cooking with Rod

 

By Rod Cohenour

Winter has arrived and plans to stay awhile. It's time to turn from light fare like the soup and a sandwich menu to heartier, stick-to-your-ribs hot meals. This dish fulfills that need and is simple to prepare yet filling and delicious to boot.


Give this meal a try. I guarantee you'll find it a pleasure to serve.


~Bon appetit!




Rod's French Onion Pork Chops

Ingredients:

  • 15 thin cut boneless pork chop  (plan to serve three small chops per person as they are small)
  • About 1 tsp ground black pepper
  • A good sprinkle of Mrs. Dash
  • 2 Tbsp vegetable or corn oil
  • 28 oz can Cream of Chicken Soup
  • 10.5 oz can French Onion Soup
  • A light dash Worcestershire sauce (do not use much as it will over power the flavor)

Instructions:

    1. Rinse chops and dry thoroughly. Season both sides with spices.
    2. Prepare electric skillet (or regular skillet) by heating oil for braising chops.
    3. When oil and skillet are heated, begin braising chops on both sides
    4. Whisk together two soups and Worcestershire sauce until thoroughly combined. Pour over browned chops.
    5. Reduce heat to low simmer. Cook for about 40 minutes on low temperature. Meat will be fork tender and gravy will be thickened.


Serve chops with mashed potatoes (or rice or pasta), a nice salad, and a side of green beans or whatever you choose. Virtually foolproof recipe where the results are mouthwatering. Your dinner guests will rave and you will be pleased with how easy this meal is to prepare.


Rod's French Onion Pork Chops


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Woo Woo

 


By Pauline Evanosky

Resolutions

Psychics are the same as everybody else. It’s just that our friends are nearer to us than regular people. One resolution I want to embrace in the coming year is to pay more attention to my dreams. The dream state is where many people of spirit can come to visit with you. Who? My spirit guide, Seth, my relatives who have passed, mostly my mother. My pets who have passed visit. I would expect some of my literary characters might come. I’ve never had that happen, but if I can talk with them in an awakened state, there is no reason I couldn’t talk to them in the dream state. How in the world would you, who are reading this, make it happen for yourself? Don’t be afraid of it. Nobody shows up dripping grave goo. Everybody looks hale and hearty. They all wear clothes. Mostly. And all you have to do is to welcome the idea. In a few days, it might happen.


For instance, I’d been wanting to remember more of my dreams, and I realized I was not remembering the colors. I learned how to do this as a teenager. It took about three days of thinking about seeing color in my dreams often during each day, and then I began to notice what was going on in my dreams and the colors in them. This morning, I awakened, seeing a bright circle of yellow. I couldn’t tell you what it was to the sequence of the dream, but I awakened knowing I had just seen a bright disk of yellow. The other morning, I saw something that was peach or coral-colored. These are small steps, but they will eventually evolve into my remembering more of my dreams.


Everybody gets a chance to start anew when January rolls around. Whatever you are already doing, if you want to, can infuse it with new life or at least a little bit of enthusiasm. Ask yourself what you do regularly that can sometimes get you down.


Laundry? Does it depress you? Would you like a new spin on it? What is it about laundry that depresses you?


Is the mending you need to do putting you off? Did you know you can make fingerless gloves out of socks with holes in them? The problem with darning holes in socks is that you might be inviting blisters if you are not an expert darner.


So, wear your socks as long as you want, and when the time comes, cut them off a little bit over the heel. Heels and toes are where most holes happen. Now, you have a tube. You decide whether you want the finished end on your palm or nearer your elbow. Cut a two-inch slit where your thumbs can go, and bingo; you just saved $10 on some fingerless gloves. If you are handy with a needle and thread, you can finish the raw edges. Or not. This is one of those easy projects. I find them very handy when I am writing in a cold room. Plus, there is no rule that says you have to have matching gloves. You could use socks that have lost their mates.


What else about laundry is getting you down? You know what I do now? I have trouble getting up and down the stairs to our laundry room. So, I wash clothes in the kitchen sink now. Sometimes, I just use dish soap and not laundry soap. Hey, I found out it works. I remember to have a final soak in water with a scented softener and then hang the whole shebang on the porch on one of those dryer racks. Stuff that needs to be hung, like shirts and nightgowns, gets hung on hangers over the tub in the bathroom. In the winter, it just takes an extra day or two to dry. It’s funny, but I think our clothes might just end up being cleaner when I wash them this way than they might have gotten in a washing machine.


One of the things that always interests me is learning languages. I am certainly not proficient in any of the ones I know, but signing up for lessons somewhere online is easy. Some websites cost money, others are free. I would start with the free sites first. You can go to Redditt.com and search through the language sections to find others who might want to learn your language while offering to help you with their native tongue. I belong to Duolingo, which is free, and to Rosetta Stone, which is not free. Our world is smaller now because of the internet. Wouldn’t you like to read a blog by a person who is involved in a hobby you love from another country?


You probably need a 2,000-word vocabulary to get a nice conversation going with somebody. You could make up some imaginary dialogs in your native tongue and then translate them into whatever language you are seeking to learn in the translation section of Google. How do you get there? Type into the Google search bar: “Translate How do I get to the bank? In Spanish.” A Google translate box will appear with your answer. You can continue using the box to get anything you want translated. Then, to double-check yourself, go to ChatGPT.com and do the same thing again.


The nice thing about ChatGPT is that all your questions are saved for you. You could re-open a conversation and add to it, for instance, if the topic is about woodworking or baking and you thought of a new angle you want to explore. Or you could start as many new conversations as you want.


The one thing you don’t want to do with ChatGPT is to put any of your personal information into the conversations. Just be safe.


I have heard a lot of people who are afraid of AI Artificial Intelligence, but Google uses it all the time. We use it when talking to automated customer service on the telephone. You can even ask ChatGPT for cherry pie recipes. Learn to use it, and you will find it comes in handy for all sorts of things.


Additionally, I have started using Microsoft Designer to illustrate the articles I write. If you have a picture in mind but can’t find what you want on the internet in all the usual places you look for illustrations that don’t require that you spend an arm and a leg for licensing, just use a prompt in Microsoft Designer:


Text Prompt for ChatGPT: Cat reading a book to her kittens cartoon style with pastel colors


Or another picture in a different style


Text Prompt for ChatGPT: Cat reading a book to her kittens in watercolor


The nice thing about using Microsoft Designer is that it is free. More and more websites are being made available all the time. Some of them cost money. Some of them allow you to do a certain number of illustrations at a time. Every time I ask for an illustration at Microsoft Designer, they give me four to choose from. Tweak them, and then you can download them to your computer.


So, learning to illustrate your own blogs and articles this year, I think, might be interesting.


What is one thing you have wanted to do for years and have never gotten around to? Make a list of all the things you think you need in order to make a dream come true for you. Are they art supplies? Does your workroom need to be reorganized? Do you need a certain amount of money to get started? Do you need to learn a new skill? In fact, this is a project you could take to ChatGPT.com to see some suggestions. If this particular project requires a lot of steps, just take a few and work on them until you are ready for more steps. Break a big project down into manageable steps.


Above all, be kind to yourself. If you find in June that you have not started something you thought you would like to do at the beginning of the year, ask yourself if you are still interested in doing it. Many times, there are hidden levels in the things we want to do. There might be some steps you didn’t think you needed to do.


Above all, listen to the universe. It might not be what you want, but it could be what you need.


For instance, I needed to learn how to draw before I could become a psychic. Who would ever think that was a necessary step, but for me, it was.


Perhaps it is time that you need. Perhaps you think you will need a nice big three-hour chunk of time, and it is rare for you to find that kind of time available to you. People have lives. They go to work. They meet with their friends and want to be available for their families. It isn’t easy to carve big blocks of time away from busy schedules to work on projects. Perhaps you can break that three-hour block of time into half-hour intervals and spread them out over the course of the week. What you can do with 30 minutes is pretty amazing.


When I was working, I would get up an hour or two early to write while the world was still asleep. Find out when you have the most energy and utilize that.


Make your overall goal for 2024 to be one of creativity and happiness. Best of luck, and get this thing done.


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Irish Eyes

 


By Mattie Lennon

My Best Chrstmas and "Stay In The Drain"

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It was mid-December in the third decade of the twenty-first century. I was at a Toastmasters Table Topics session. Because of my dubious ability to read upside down, I could make out the Topicmaster’s list of questions at the top table. One jumped out at me. “What was your best Christmas ever?” I hoped I’d get that one. I had an answer.


My best Christmas was Christmas 1956 but I didn’t know it at the time. About the eighth of December that year I developed a pain in my stomach which didn’t feel all that serious. . Various stages of discomfort, ranging from relatively mild to severe pain, continued until the end of the month. By this stage a hard lump could be felt in my stomach. All kinds of remedies from the relic of Blessed Martin de Porres to Lourdes water to many folk “cures” were applied. None of them did me any harm. Medical intervention hadn’t been sought. And because of the thinking of the time and the climate in which we lived I don’t blame anyone for that... On Sunday December 30th Doctor Clearkin from Blessington was called. As the December light was fading he examined me. His work illuminated by lamplight as rural electrification was still in the future. . He told my parents that if it was appendicitis then I was “a very strong boy.” He was puzzled and didn’t make a Diagnosis. His best guess was that one of my testicles hadn’t descended and he insisted that I was too ill to be out of bed.


He called the ambulance and on its arrival I wanted to sit in the front but Mick Byrne, the driver, was adamant that I would be parallel with the horizontal in the back. I don’t know what time we arrived at Baltinglass Hospital but the doctor there was equally puzzled.


I was loaded up again and we hit the road for Mercer’s Hospital in Dublin. It was only my second visit to the Capital. The previous May my father brought me to Frawleys in Thomas Street to buy my Confirmation suit. Two years earlier I spent some days in hospital with a knocked-out elbow so I wasn’t all that perturbed by the clinical environment. My details were taken as well as the name of the local postmaster as the post office in Lacken was our nearest phone... I received a penicillin injection every four hours and I still remember the taste of liquid paraffin. Many doctors examined me and all were equally puzzled. . One of them described me as “intelligent” but very few people have agreed with him since.


Whenever I hear the ballad “Sean South from Garryowen” I’m transported back to the radio of Patsy Cavanagh from Craanford County Wexford, who was in the corner of the ward. It was New Year’s Day 1953 and the main news item covered the shooting of Sean South and Fergal O’ Hanlon at Brookeborough, County Fermanagh the night before.


I’m not sure if I turned off the immersion this morning or where I put the car keys but I’m amazed at how many names of my fellow patients I can remember after more than three score years. There was Seamus Osborne also from Craanford, Tony Hand, from Arklow, who was younger than me and whose father was in the army. Pipe smoking Kerryman, Tim Toomey, who was a guard in Enniskerry. When he learned that his father had died he asked me to say a prayer for him. George McCullough, a farmer, from Goresbridge, County Kilkenny who was a seanachai and didn’t know it.


As an eleven year old rus-in-urbe, who had a sheltered childhood, I was mesmerised by the antics of one patient, famous “Midget” boxer, stunt man and aerial acrobat Johnny Caross. He died in the same hospital a few months later.


On that first day of the New Year, my father came to visit me. He was able to tell me that one of the surgeons in Mercers had “his hands blessed by the Pope.” When, not quite out of earshot, he asked a doctor about my condition, he was told. “Well, He’s an unusual case.” ( I was still a mystery to the medical profession.)


I had an operation the next day. They found an appendix abscess which was removed and arrangements were made to remove the appendix some weeks later. The second operation was duly performed and I didn’t ever ascertain how close to death I was. I meant to look for my medical records before Mercers Hospital closed in 1983 but procrastination got in the way.


Oh, at the table topic session I was asked “If you had to cook for eight people on Christmas Day what would you do”. I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t get the other question. How would I have fitted my prepared answer, to the other question, into two minutes?


So far I have lived through 77 Christmases, all of them good even if some of them resulted in severe hangovers. But the best one was in 1956, because I was alive to see it.


Stay In The Drain.


Christmas just gone was another good one. It was greatly enhanced by a book, titled Stay in the Drain, by Oliver Kelleher, a man of many parts who was born in the parish of Gortletteragh, County Leitrim and has, for many years, been based in Castlebar, County Mayo. Stay in the Drain, of which the inspiration for the title is a story in itself, takes the reader through the life of the author from breaking spade-handles while trying to dig stony ground in rural Leitrim to, at 21 years driving a Rolls Royce through the streets of Mohill. In the 75 chapters (that’s not a typo) with titles as diverse as My Life on the Road, Being a Celebrity in Melbourne didn’t suit me and My Pet Hates in Life. He says that the two things that he reads up on and studies most are cooking and the stock market. If he happens to read this I am asking him to send me the recipe for Leitrim Boxty. I don’t want any advice on investments; I haven’t the head for it. Oliver doesn’t always win either when he is described as “a cute hoor” or when it goes the other way he will be told, “You’re a right bollix.”


One account is not about his days in Leitrim or even in Castlebar but of his time living in London,” “Someone stole my Ferrari from outside my pad one night. The next night they came back and stole my Rolls Royce. It was at that stage that he had enough so he, “ . . .Bailed out to Castlebar.”


The globe-trotter from Leitrim takes us on a world tour of his own business ventures in Costa Braua, Mayo and further afield. He is not afraid to criticise Church and State but always with balance and integrity. And he has a few “What-IF”s about the treatment meted out to Sean Quinn.


Kellegher devotes a complete chapter to “Robots” and predicts the effects that they will have on our lives; “Many family farms and farmers will disappear to be replaced by factory farms or plantations”...”The cashier in your local supermarket will disappear to be replaced by a scanner that will tell you what to do and say ‘Thank you, hope you have a nice day,’ even though they don’t see you or care too much about you.”


I can fully identify with the author about his growing up on a small farm and with his current approach to computers,” My biggest problem was trying to convince people how little I knew about computers. I’m still limited as to how much I can do on a computer or a Smartphone. I know enough to get by. I remember when computers came out , I asked a neighbour if he knew much about computers. ‘I do’ he said ‘ I know enough to keep away from them.”


No matter what stage of life’s journey you’re at or what road you want to take from here there are a few tips to be picked up from the man from Gortletteragh.


I suggest that you start your 2024 reading schedule with Stay in the Drain.


See you in February.


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