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Tomorrow

Save the Good Thoughts for then. Surgery’s off. I don’t want to talk about this glitch, but can’t get a team together after 12 days? Jim’s dad likes stories. He tells them better than anyone and must be bored to tears after all this time in the hospital.

So, how about I tell you a story. The #4 highlight of this birthday is my shorter haircut and, yes, highlights, first in six months because I’m always last on my list of things to do. #3, making sure Jim’s snow tires were mounted and balanced for this week because we’re supposed to have snow and he has a difficult commute. It’s good to know that he’s safe. #2 was the movie Red. It’s worth seeing if you recognize the names Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich or Helen Mirren. I didn’t expect much and it was a delight!

My birthday present was orchestra seats (10′ from the microphone) to Wylie and the Wild West and Juni Fisher, all part of the annual Heber Cowboy Poetry Gathering and Buckaroo Fair. Beforehand we met local artists and saw their work. The concert was very enjoyable. They showcased a young gal, 18, with a powerful voice, several cowboy poets and then brought out Juni Fisher, who has a grace of voice and guitar talent that is truly inspirational. A fellow blogger, pdxknitterati, helped me find her and we brought her to Texas to sing as a surprise for Nanny’s birthday two years ago. Since then we’ve kept in touch and it is always good to know that she’s going places and doing things I would never consider (good things, not illegal in any way!) to further her life and career. It was a joy to hear her sing again, in person.

Then Wylie and the Wild West entered the house and those boys can play! Both music and stage hijinks. A very talented group of musicians, I was impressed by the four musicians and the range and number of instruments they played. Was that a 12-string electric mandolin? Way cool. Fiddle to bass guitar, acoustic guitar to drums. And Wylie has an instrument he brings with him everywhere and doesn’t need to find a place to stow it on a tour bus or plane. His voice. He’s a yodeler, you might have heard him once or twice as he was the voice of the “Yahoo!” yodel several years ago. As a child of a germanic family, yodeling is something we loved in “The Sound of Music” and old family albums but it is a dying art and I must pat Wylie Gustafson on the back for trying to put it back on the map, with a distinctive American flair.

As I recall, yodeling was created for families to transmit news across the mountains, especially in the Alps. Certain tones would convey a message, like a baby was born, so that other families would know. It is a gift that Wylie was taught by his father and something to pass on. He’s even written a book about it.

It was a rollicking show for folks in plaid shirts, jeans and Stetsons who remember the polka, yodeling and earlier days of Rock & Roll. While I loved Buffalo Gals, and Zenyatta (sorry she lost by a head in the Breeders’ Cup), I think “16 Hands” was my favorite that day, perhaps because of Zenyatta. You showed traditionalism, innovation, talent, a great sense of humor and history, and a reverence for our nation and its lands.

Someday I may get to the Pendleton Roundup as a visitor to see what y’all are writing about. Until then, I’ll listen to your music. Thanks for a great show and more music! Cheers, Dee

Cynicism

Might an anger management class come in handy? I just read my last few posts. Tonight my husband asked me out to dinner and I agreed, but only after telling him that he had a haircut the other night, I cleaned Mr. Fish’s water, bathed the dog and got her nails trimmed today (washed and dried all the dog towels and my wet clothing) and I haven’t had my hair cut for six months because I always place myself at the end of the list. I never get to the end of the list. Ask my siblings about “Renew Passport.”

I showered and changed and we had a nice meal and I’m going to see our hairdresser next week for some “happy hair.” We have several tasks this weekend, some of the secret holiday variety for others, the one kind of shopping I enjoy. I’m a happy person, and once I clean out the frig will be happier.

A birthday is coming up, and I even offered to get my own gift, but think I’ll ask my husband to do it. It’s a three-part gift. First, he got me off Facebook because any shred of privacy they promise is a sham. Done. Now he has to delete a widget off this site because I don’t approve of their practices and will not let them dictate the percentage of food commentary this site provides. And then there’s a concert on my birthday by Juni Fisher, a cowgirl poet who will be performing in a nearby town. We’re thinking of having folks for BBQ afterwards.

Sounds like a weekend to me! Any good movies coming out? I can’t wait to hear Gwyneth Paltrow sing country. Wait, my husband’s parents need tix to that movie, I’ll bring a movie gift certificate along with spicy almonds and cashews to Thanksgiving. Cheers and thanks for reading and writing in. Dee

Sous Vide

We met an older couple at Yellowstone National Park yesterday and thought we’d be looking at boiling mud. It was boiling water. This pot was right next to a river a fisherman was on, and boiling water was flowing into it. Apparently there were still fish to be had. We didn’t take a photo. We have every respect for our country and the lands we citizens pay for and call our own.

I did say that if the trout was placed in a plastic bag and submersed in the boiling water that Top Chef would have called it sous vide. That said, I would never do that, did not have a trout or a bag. Our national parks are a marvel, as are the national forests and we’ve seen a few.

It’s not only a grand old flag, it’s this land is my land. We all own this land and should preserve it for generations to come. We don’t have kids and still will try to preserve it for generations to come. Some folks never get to see it. But you can see it and hear it in the voices of the West and their stories. Sure, they’re about love and loss, childhood memories and favorite horses. I guess that’s different than pure country songs from my husband’s background that are “my wife left me, dog ran away and I was fired” genre.

Thank you Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, and so many other talents that help us see our country for what it could be. Also to the storytellers of the West, like Juni Fisher. Some of her ballads just make me cry, in a good way.

We look forward to seeing more of everything, here in the US and abroad. Cheers, Dee

Boom!

Zoe (our dog) recoils as the guns blast: avalanche control measures are in effect in ski country. It must be time for comfort foods, as detailed in my latest blogs.

Regarding delis, I’ve a tale to tell. Raised Catholic (lapsed long ago) and married to a fundamental Christian, my knowledge of the Jewish faith is meager, only what I can read or glean from friends. A short time ago friend and noted cowgirl poet/singer/songwriter Juni Fisher was visiting and the subject of Ashkenazy and Sephardic Jews came up. She asked the difference.

I explained the cold climates of Russia and Poland, and the Southern climes of Spain and told her about borscht and matzo ball soup as opposed to the one Sephardic meal I was invited to attend (a friend was shocked to see me there as she didn’t know I was in the “tribe,” no I wasn’t, just a guest). I waxed poetic about foods to keep you warm and foods to keep you cool and when I finished, Juni said “Leave it to you to explain the entire Jewish faith in terms of food!!!”

She’s right. It’s laughable and a comment I’ll remember. I guess that’s what started this blog. Food has been an interest of mine for most of my life. I cook, and have attended great schools: I write so why not combine the two. It’s been an honor to host this blog and have nearly 25K hits in 18 months. For a niche blog that’s pretty impressive. I’m certainly thankful that so many people consider my prose worthwhile reading.

View to Nature Preserve

View to Nature Preserve

Boom! Boom! Someone here is not happy. The blasts must sound much louder to a dog’s ears. My husband just called to say he got to work OK even though I-80 was not plowed. Thank goodness he has AWD, DSTC and great snow tires! The ladies are walking to lunch today, in boots. I just sent in a photo report to our local weather station.

Time to get moving and make progress indoors as it’s snowing yet again and will for the next few days. Early this morning I read that this is the driest winter here in 67 years! Enjoy the day, Dee

My Christmas Gift

Thank you, WordPress. This NY gal never thought she’d be the top post on your Marty Robbins blog. It’s a long story but I have to thank husband Jim, his Nanny, PDXKnitterati, Juni Fisher and that little cowboy Joseph. Thanks, y’all for some fine family music memories. I dedicate this gift to Jim, because today is his birthday and he sang El Paso in a restaurant in Scotland at our going-away party that started everything….

Cheers, y’all come back now, hear? Dee

Yea Cooks!

Several bloggers who tap my site now and then have made it big with sponsors et al. Congratulations! I wish you well. To my fellow cooks who photograph foods and make them look fantastic, bravo. I want to know how things taste.

It doesn’t matter that no-one has plumbed my exhaustively researched cookbook list or even the essential pantry. No-one is sponsoring that or my blog. That’s just me being there to share thoughts and writings on food, family and friends. And the love goes out tonight to everyone who is cooking a special meal for a loved one.

I multi-tasked this afternoon making an Italian bean salad with red onion and sausage, turkey soup, grilled NY strip steak (Jim grilled it, I prepped it), rosti potatoes (a Swiss dish that is a potato cake) and a simple salad.

How does Monday come around so fast? This is a non-traditional Thanksgiving because we saw no family, but got to talk with them over the weekend. I hope that you like that I write about food. I might do that even better than cooking but we’d have to a contest for that and I can’t think of another gal that would fit this profile. I’m thinking and might have the right rival if it’s food, writing and music. Nah, forget about that, the best candidates I can come up with would wipe the floor with me on all counts. With a great deal of love and gratitude on this Thanksgiving weekend I bid you a good evening. Dee

A Great Southern Lady

I’ve refrained from saying anything but hope her husband will forgive me this personal post. Now we get into the southern thing. Nanny’s husband’s sister was a great friend to her. As a new member of the family I’d heard stories of this smart, elegant lady. She was a force to be reckoned with, a human tornado, all in the best sense. This post does not cover anything but my impressions.

Finally, after a year or two of marriage, the immediate family hosted a surprise party for Jim’s younger brother’s 30th birthday. We’d spent a couple of days cooking and the last day moving everything to the site and finalizing the dishes for 100 guests. Near the end of service, I was sweaty and not fit to mingle with fellow guests when a woman walked in the door. The crowd hushed. Hair done, fully made up, jewel-toned suit, VJ walked in and made her way to the kitchen.

I knew it was her when she walked into the room. She walked up to me and said “You must be Dee. I’ve wanted to meet you.” I responded in kind. Last year I organized a concert for Nanny’s birthday and VJ and her dear husband were the subterfuge to get Nanny to the surprise venue. A few months later she was gone.

When I was growing up, there were very few female role models to look up to, and mine were Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt, Annie Oakley (she was the only one with a book I could read), Maria Tallchief and Isadora Duncan. If I’d been VJ’s student she would have been my role model. There are more female role models, but most are not on the news or easily found. My violin, piano and choir teachers are hidden gems and some are still in touch 40 years later.

Perhaps men have been taught to mentor in a business-specific way. Women do it their own way and it’s not acknowledged or women are not allowed to go above that glass ceiling to have the “right” to mentor others. That said, there have been many female mentors in my life and I’m glad that VJ provided that gift for her students. Please join me in a heartfelt thanksgiving to her immediate and extended family. Dee

Chautauqua County Produce

As I started this blog 14 months ago I never thought that this post “How To Eat A Concord Grape” would take off and go platinum, in my world that is. This is the most viewed post on the site!

Well, I don’t think any grapes grow near where we’re living now. As I was growing up, though, we’d pick wild strawberries from our land and pay a farmer to pick blueberries up the road a piece. My aunt had a cherry tree that no longer exists but my younger siblings were tasked to pick cherries each year. We’d drive down the hill when I was a kid and go to Paul’s family’s farm stand and buy fruit and hang out and eat a couple of pints while chatting, during the summer.

Chautauqua is especially known for its grapes and apples. There are other fruits and vegetables that will endure the short growing season. I loved our home there and living there as we were allowed to be tomboys for the first time! Before then we always wore skirts and lace anklets and Mary Janes. After that we wore shorts in the summer and bare feet and loved it all! Except when our neighbors placed a cherry bomb or black snake down the back of our shirts as we were running away!

This is to Juni, who came and stayed with us. Whipporwill deserves an award. It is a beautiful song that I’m trying to learn on my own, without crying over my mother’s death. It’s tough to learn and tougher not to cry. I’ll get the lyrics down first from the CD and keep working on the others. Joe & Margie are with us and enjoying the home tour and other activities like the Statehouse, Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Park City and Ogden and the museums at the train depot.

Time to go to sleep. Much to do tomorrow. I think Chautauqua County will always be my spiritual home and if my ashes could be scattered anywhere, it’s in the Enchanted Forest. Only my sister and I know where that special place is, and she’s not talking! Cheers, Dee.

An Eocene Welcome

Finally the Greater Sandhill cranes, prehistoric birds, sounded out a tribute at 6:27 this morning. I’d like to think it a welcome to our vocal, guitar playing, songwriting Western gal visitor, Ms. Juni Fisher. Also hail to her on the journeys to come. When Zoe and I hit the trail this morning about 6:40 we heard warning noises which means we were only a few feet from the cranes. The grasses are so tall that we can’t see them. Another sign. Jim’s folks will be here for a week, in two days and I hope the cranes come out and can be seen and heard.

I’d like to thank Juni for re-kindling my interest in playing music. It’s been a long time since I’ve held a violin or touched the keys on a piano. She asked why I didn’t call before I bought a guitar. It was an impulse purchase of a learning guitar and I had no idea there were different sizes, woods, tones et al! I just went with what I had for the first couple of months and did research on a better guitar that fit me. I believe I’ve found it and she agrees. But she’s right. I should have called as there were any number of mistakes that could have been made. As it is she just said the neck should be adjusted a bit.

Last year pdxknitterati, a fellow blogger from the west coast, when told that Jim sang El Paso in a restaurant in Scotland at our going-away dinner, told me of Red Velvet Slippers, written and sung by Juni Fisher, a cowgirl poet. I downloaded the song and immediately my husband and I started making preparations for a surprise for his grandmother’s birthday. Juni came and sang and wowed everyone. We’re sorry pdx wasn’t there to join us but I sent her an inscribed CD.

Visitor season has begun! Jim’s folks arrive in two days and I have to run everything through “Neat Receipts” and box them and clear my desk so we can have a dining table. I’m not a shopper but yesterday we all went to the market and it was fun! We didn’t HAVE to get anything so it was fun to browse and everyone ended up with a special treat and lunch was very good at Bandit’s. Jim’s showing signs of a cold so I need to go check on him and feed Zoe. Cheers, Dee

Dirges

My mother said, even when I was in high school, that I liked to listen to dirges.  Sad songs.  As this flood of music comes back to my brain and to my heart I hear a lot of ladies’ names: Angie (Rolling Stones): Sara (Dylan); and happier ones like Amie (Pure Prairie League).

Then there are the war tunes, including Brothers in Arms (Joan Baez) and spirituals (Let Us Break Bread Together).

And we can’t forget when the levee ran dry, and the three men I admired most took the last train for the coast.  That must have been the day the music died.

When I bought my new guitar, bad purchase – a dreadnaught – but it sounds nice, I asked for a  beginner book and was steered towards the Carpenters. I told Doc that’s a slippery slope and I don’t want to go there so started with Dylan and a country song book.

We spent a few months in Scotland and our favorite restaurant was right down the block, Italian, run by Rocco, formerly an Italian Carabinieri (cop).  Our last evening we exchanged gifts.  Rocco gave us little pastries in limoncello from Sicily.  We gave him a classic Sinatra CD “Come Fly With Me” and ended the night with the entire restaurant singing “Deep in the Heart of Texas” after Jim sang the first few verses of “El Paso.” [Marty Robbins]

That led to a much more slippery slope.  Our last evening in Scotland was memorable, even though we had to get up at 3:00 to get on the road to London and home.

Perhaps the” London Homesick Blues” got to us and we had to go home to the Armadillo, sweet country music from Amarillo to Abilene….”  I think Jerry Jeff should change it to Aberdeen. Perhaps if he wasn’t in England, he’d like the countryside more, especially from Scotland, an ornery bunch if there ever was one.  Sign me up!

I do like anthems, dirges, songs that mean something so Mom was correct.  I’d ask her to listen to a song, even early Beatles, and she didn’t understand.  Then came a lot of rock, plus James Taylor, Dave Mason, Carole King, Dan Fogelberg, Art Garfunkel, young Jimmy Buffett, Kenny Loggins et al.

I think people who write, perform and listen to this music must not eat, bring own veg food or chomp on the local grub.  There’s an idea, follow a band to find out what they eat, then go out as an advance person and make it healthier.  Not me, I’ve never been a Band Aid.  But if you’re hurt I probably have something in my car to fix it.

Please know I’m going to use what I’ve made of your songs to play to put babies to sleep and for family and friends to sing a song or two over the holidays.  Thank you songwriters and singers, nautical wheelers, Dee