Reunion With Katerina

Eight months ago we left our house to move here to Ida Culver Broadview. What a wrench. I missed our home and I missed our cat Katerina most of all. A neighbor very kindly said she would look after Katerina, and another neighbor was standing by to care for Katerina as well. Eight months have gone by and I have sort of got over missing Katerina. I knew full well that I cared for her more than she cared for me. Cats are different from dogs!

Katerina in friendlier times

When I arrived at the house Katerina was near the front door and she walked away, looking over her shoulder to observe me. She then went into the shrubbery between our house and the neighbors. I tried to coax her to return – and she did but she was wary. When I tried to pat her she moved away and jumped up on the fence and eventually became more interested in a squirrel that was further down the garden.

Maybe I’ll have better luck if I can go back again before another gap of 8 months!

Today I just had a short period of time but I found my Norwegian dictionary and a lot of yarn and one of Ian’s paintings and a miscellany of other items. It was great to be out for something other than a medical appointment!

Poem for the end of a war

Time for reflection

GP's avatarPacific Paratrooper

B-29 air raid damage in Hachioji, Japan, 1 Aug. 1945

The End and the Beginning

After every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won’t
straighten themselves up, after all.

Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
can pass.

GI hooks a tow rope to a Type 97 Te-Ke tank during cleanup of the Okinawa battlefields at the end of WWII in 1945.

Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.

Someone has to drag in a girder
to prop up a wall,
Someone has to glaze a window,
rehang a door.

Photogenic it’s not,
and takes years.
All the cameras have left
for another war.

We’ll need the bridges back,
and new railway stations.
Sleeves will go ragged
from rolling them up.

U.S. and Japanese soldiers collaborate to rebuild Japan

Someone, broom…

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Brooke’s Books “Spirit of Christmas Stitching”: 1

For all my crafty friends.

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A couple of years ago, I received a set of these wonderful chart packs designed by Brooke’s Books, to make as ‘angels’ on perforated paper. Brooke Nolan has a great Etsy shop here. Each angel stands about seven inches high when finished (with a card support at the back to make them free standing). I love all of them!

Brookes Books Spirit of Christmas Stitching cross stitch angel

They use this 14 count perforated paper, which is widely available from Mill Hill, but there are other brands available too. Most of the angels use brown, gold or silver paper, so I bought a selection to start me off!

perforated paper packs

Although it’s called ‘paper’, it’s actually quite sturdy – like thin card – and the holes are large. 14 count perforated paper is a lot easier to stitch on than 14 count Aida, for instance.

perforated paper cross stitch embroidery

Out of my collection, I’ve decided to stitch this one next – the ‘Spirit of…

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Hot Night on the Power Plant Precipitator

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Favorites Post #84

Originally posted July 11, 2015

Scott Hubbard and I weren’t too sure why we had been called out that night when we met at the Bowling Alley on Washington Street at two o’clock in the morning in Stillwater Oklahoma to drive out to the coal-fired Power Plant in North Central Oklahoma.  Something about a fire on the top of the precipitator.

I was glad that Scott was driving instead of me when I climbed into his pickup and he began the 20 mile journey up Highway 177.  I wasn’t quite awake yet from the phone call at 1:45 am telling me that there was a fire on the Unit 1 precipitator roof and they were calling Scott and I out to put it out.  I figured if there was a fire it should be put out long before the 45 minutes it takes me and Scott to…

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My Childhood Neighbors

There were a number of my childhood neighbors who were definitely Irish. Usually it was the parents or at least the grandparents who had come from Ireland. There were the O’Hares, the Sullivans, the Pierces, the Faheys, the Walshes, and more. But the Crowleys – I am surprised to find that they had forebears from Ireland. Somehow I didn’t think of Crowley being an Irish type name. But it is – mainly in the south of Ireland. Investigating a bit further I found that Mrs Crowley, ne Nellie Fawcett, had forebears from the north of Ireland. Her family lived in County Antrim back before Partition in 1922. Partition divided Ireland but we are talking about ancestors who were born at a time when the island was not divided.

A Friend With Roots In Northern Ireland

I was in my early years – little did I know that my friendly neighbor Nellie Crowley had ancestral roots in County Antrim Northern Ireland. (20 plus years later I was to marry a man with deep roots in County Antrim Northern Ireland.). Nellie’s parents, Robert and Ellen had come to America in the 1870’s and married in Cambridge Mass in 1875.

Robert Fawcett married Ellen Foster. They had 2 daughters – Edith born in 1878 and Nellie born in 1880.

Nellie’s parents Robert and Ellen Fawcett were from Ireland – presumably from County Antrim where the name Fawcett was commonly found.

Ellen died of a cerebral hemorrhage in 1907.

In 1908 Nellie married Herbert Crowley. Herbert’s family had also originated in Ireland but had emigrated to Maine early in the 1800’s. I’m not certain where the Crowley name was common in pre-Partition Ireland (before 1922).

A Pause To Remember An Old Friend

Thinking of friends I knew in Ireland, I searched the internet for a weaving friend I used to know in Ireland. I found her right away. Sadly, Sophie Twigg, passed away peacefully in May 2013, age 83. Donations to the Alzheimer Society. I have fond memories of Sophie. A gentle woman living in the wilds of County Wicklow. She loved family, nature, animals. She lived the country life. And I loved visiting her in her home in County Wicklow, and hear the braying of her donkey. In a way I envied her lifestyle. She was kind. We shared a lot. Even though we lost touch with the passing of the years, I am sad to learn of her death. May she Rest in Peace.

Flying Leap off of a Power Plant Hot Air Duct

Plant Electrician's avatarPower Plant Men

Favorites Post #82

Originally posted January 31, 2015

I was standing in the elevator on my way to the control room from the electric shop the morning of October 11, 1995 when a strange call came over the radio.  It sounded like Danny Cain, one of the Instrument and Controls Technicians on my team (or crew, as we used to call them before the reorganization).  Most of what he said was garbled, but from what I could catch from Danny’s broadcast was that there was a man down on a unit 2 hot air duct.  Danny’s voice sounded as if he was in a panic.

About that time, the elevator door opened and I stepped out.  I thought to myself… “Hot Air Duct?”  Where is a hot air duct?  I had been running around this plant since 1979 when they were still building the plant, and for the life of…

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Unnatural nature: frozen in time

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Phoenix from Aberdeen Bestiary

The summer rolls on, and I’ve been enjoying watching my garden burst into great, colourful blooms.  The roses have a short but beautiful life cycle, their brilliant reds and pinks quickly fading and curling up into shriveled brown petals, only to be replaced by more.  Yet this greenery is not timeless, and autumn is just around the corner.

But what if there were no autumn?  What if it were summer forever?  What if there were no seasons, no weather even, with the climate remaining constant from day to day, hour to hour?

In the Old English poem The Phoenix such a world exists.  It is paradise, ‘neorxnawang’, the home of the mythical bird.

Exeter Book

The Phoenix, a poem thought to have been composed during the ninth century, is from the Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book.  The phoenix’s homeland is removed from the earthly…

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Newspaper Report of a Wedding in 1908

The wedding was that of Herbert L Crowley to Nellie Fawcett in Cambridge Massachusetts. This was very much a traditional formal wedding as still happens today 100+ years later. Very formal with ushers and bridesmaids and a maid of honor. And even a ring bearer. Descriptions of what the Maid of Honor wore and of course a detailed description of the bride’s gown. The bride was given in marriage by her father. A Retired Reverend performed the marriage ceremony. The bride and groom had been very active in that church for a number of years and had been particularly friendly with the Minister in the years preceding his retirement. The ceremony was followed by a reception at the home of the bride’s father. After an extended honeymoon the couple would make their home in West Somerville.