Cooking up old memories

Hi everyone,
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When Kent Brown published my first book of poetry — SOMEBODY CATCH MY HOMEWORK — in 1993, he followed up by sending me a box of note cards with Betsy Lewin’s art on the cover as well as a cooking apron also decorated with her work.somebody-catch-my-homework

I sent the last of the cards long ago but after all these twenty-three years I remain the proud owner of the apron and wear it from time to time when I’m grilling.
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Over the holidays our son Jeff Harrison was cooking and needed an apron to protect his sweater.betsy_lewin_2013 Out came the treasured apron and my camera. So here we have the second generation preserving good memories made possible by an old friend and one of the best publishers I’ve had the pleasure of working with.

“This Earth is Precious,” by Chief Seattle

Hi everyone,

I’m back. Have you missed me? I’ve been in Branson at the Wilderness Club. While there we visited the new Old Mill in Dogwood Canyon. If you haven’t been there, add it to your bucket list. On the wall in one room is a blown-up copy of a response attributed to Chief Seattle in 1854 to President Franklin Pierce’s offer for a large area of Indian land that would involve the establishment of a reservation for the Indian people. No copy of the original response exists and there is no proof of what Seattle really said. Over time several versions have been printed that attempted to capture the essence of the message. It doesn’t seem important to me who wrote the response or how many had a hand in it. I think it is an important document that speaks to the heart of an issue we all need to reflect upon. Johnny Morris presented one version in 1995 as part of a commencement talk at University of Missouri. Here is how it begins.
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“THE EARTH IS PRECIOUS
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

ALL SACRED
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.

Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers.

The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man — all belong to the same family.

NOT EASY
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves.

He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy our land.

But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us.

This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.

If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people.

The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.”

This is less than half of the document, but I think it’s enough to give some idea of the philosophies that separated the two chiefs at the time, and a reminder of how important our national parks are today to people of all faiths and beliefs.

A brief time out for goo foffing

Hi everyone,
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I haven’t taken much time off lately so I’m giving myself a small reprieve from the routine. Plans call for goo foffing the next three days to see if I remember how.

I’ll still be in touch and as always be happy to hear from you, but I’ll give the daily post a rest. Unless, of course, something comes up that I just have to tell you about.

Onward and upward!

David

An orchid for the new year

Hi everyone,

We have three orchid plants in the kitchen. One hasn’t bloomed in a long time but the other two occasionally form buds that eventually bloom. It is a slow, deliberate process. Any good artist takes their time to get it right and Nature is no exception. Here’s what I’ve been watching for the past few weeks. I hope to see the first blossoms by the end of the year but certainly in time to welcome in 2017 with serenity and beauty. I wish the same to each of you.

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