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Thanksgiving

I Remember Mama so many years ago, I often watched it, it was a TV show. It was in the early 50’s, at the most I was ten years old, after the show it was to bed I was told.

Why does this show stick out in my head, it certainly wasn’t because of the bed.  I had been reminiscing of Thanksgivings past, and so many memories that still do last

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I’m off to the grocer in these late years of my life, with three things to remember to pick up for the wife. I walk the aisles, and get the first two, but item number three just won’t come through.

I’m sure you’ve been there experiencing the same, if you’re close to eighty and play the alphabet game. It wasn’t an A or a B this time, it was the C for cranberries that came to my mind.

For what ever reason that fore mentioned TV show, had a Thanksgiving episode that I remember and know. In just a few days the table shall be set, and the Turkey served. Oh my dear, that poor ugly bird.

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So many memories over the years. We’ve been in Jersey, Delaware, and Connecticut, there were so many thanksgiving scenes. Now we’re in Maryland these past thirty years, to savor our meal and create lasting dreams.

I remember one year the turkey was raw, the old electric oven wasn’t working, that’s all. I can still hear the words brother Bobby would say, “well, the cranberries were good, anyway.”

The family all gathered, it was what made the day. It brings us together wherever we are. Little Tommy Palmer away off far. In Colorado Springs at USAFA you are. Mama Sarah will fly to be with you this day, but the old traditions in our heads will stay.

New baby Alana not yet a week old, will be part of the memories come later to be told. It’s daughter Kathryn’s house now to host this tradition, we are all so blessed to behold this new addition.

Abby & Alan

So wherever you are on this Thanksgiving day, take a moment and look to the past, there are so many good memories that surely do last.

Yes, I remember Mama, she’s gone today, but the memories of Thanksgiving in my head will stay.

To all my friends on this festive day, have a Blessed Thanksgiving and good memories I pray.

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Where you been Rooster?

Back when I posted my last Blog, that was in late August, my partner on Mondays, Harrison, came in contact with someone who later tested positive for Covid. Several days later it became a Monday, all right, you guessed it, Mondays with Harrison. Yes sir E Bob, we hit the road together. Unknown to the two of us we had a third rider the dreaded COVID.  

That Monday, August 23, would be our last day out together. By Wednesday the disease started to rear it’s ugly head and we both started coming down with symptoms. We were tested that Friday and we were both positive. Harrison’s wife was also showing symptoms, button as severe as the two of us. 

Yes, all three of us had been inoculated back in January and February. 

My Monday partner would remain at home for more than a week and then became hospitalized. Ultimately he was transferred to a Nursing facility for a while and then was returned home. Harrison would pass peacefully on October 6 in the company of family.

Part of Harrison’s obituary reads as follows:

Harrison attended kindergarten in Mrs. Herold’s home, the Campus School and was in the first class to attend a twelfth year at Wicomico High School. Following high school, he graduated from Colgate University with a degree in Botany.

He married his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, in 1954. Following his service in the US Army, he co-founded Chesapeake Nurseries where he would say, “He never worked a day” because he loved it so much.

Throughout his life, he enjoyed time with his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, teaching them to body surf, ski, seeing the wonder of simple things and the thrill of adventure. He never missed their sporting events, school ceremonies or anything of importance to them.

To know him was to love him. He made time for everyone, whether you were family, a friend, or a complete stranger. Harrison was genuinely interested in other people. He was a true example of God’s child. He was a lifetime member of of his church, where he served as an elder and on various committees.

Even in his final days, his humor, love of nature, and unabiding faith were constant.

Amazingly our last road trip took us to the town where he grew up in his early years. Familiar homes, some with relatives still in them were pointed out to me. When we passed the school that some grandchildren attended and he traveled to for sporting events, he once again reminded me of that fact.

We ate Cheeseburgers and fries that day from “5 Guys,” don’t tell Sylvia he would say.

Looking back, it was the most appropriate road trip for one last Tango on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. We certainly had some wonderful times together. Below is a picture from a stop for lunch in Lewes, DE on a warm day in November of 2020 on the Fisherman’s Wharf at the Wheelhouse restaurant

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November 2020

As for the Rooster, his feathers got ruffled a bit, I think this is day 66, Taste, Smell and Balance still a bit off. I had an infusion a week after my positive test. There are more good days than bad and I thank the Almighty for being able to write about it. So let us just leave this part of life, as well as the end of it for a very special person.

Peace my friend, be safe out there everyone. Don’t forget to check on the elderly. If you’re not vaccinated, think about it for the welfare of everyone else.

Semper Fi, The Rooster

Scattered Thoughts on 2 April, 2020

Wow is all I can say, these times they are a changing. “Hey, don’t get too close.” Those words led me to think, it might be a good time to live in a cloistered society, or perhaps on an island in the middle of the Ocean. Son-in-law Jeff had that island experience during the month of February, while working in Koror, in The Republic of Palau at the American Embassy. While checking on the Covid-19 whereabouts yesterday, I learned there was not one case of the disease in Palau.

Wearing my Covid-19 Mask to keep you all safe while I write. Thanks Grannie.

For the here and now Grannie and the Rooster are practicing self isolation, washing our hands and not touching our face. Daughter Sarah has been getting our necessaries while she’s out shopping. Today we received facial tissue, paper towels, green beans, and diced potatoes. A bottle of Cab and Chardonnay from the wine isle capped off the shopping list. Perhaps a toast at dinner time and thank you Lord that we are Corona free.

We visited a short time on the porch with Sarah, well separated mind you, but not for long. A temperature of 43f and blustery winds drove our visitor from the other side of the river away rather quickly. Thank you our middle child.

The complete guide to Palau
https://www.worldtravelguide.net/guides/oceania/pacific-islands-of-micronesia/palau/

Should you be interested to learn a little about this island nation of Palau, check out the Embassy fact sheet @: https://pw.usembassy.gov/our-relationship/policy-history/

Tristan da Cunha

Courtesy of Wiki, should you want real isolation try, Tristan da Cunha (/ˌtrɪstən də ˈkuːn(j)ə/), colloquially Tristan, is a remote group of volcanic islands in the south Atlantic Ocean which includes Gough Island. It is the most remote inhabited archipelago in the world, lying approximately 1,511 miles (2,432 km) off the coast of Cape Town in South Africa, 1,343 miles (2,161 km) from Saint Helena and 2,166 miles (3,486 km) off the coast of the Falkland Islands.[5][6]

The territory consists of the inhabited island, Tristan da Cunha, which has a diameter of roughly 11 kilometres (6.8 mi) and an area of 98 square kilometres (38 sq mi), and the wildlife reserves of Gough Island and Inaccessible Island and the smaller, uninhabited Nightingale Islands. As of October 2018, the main island has 250 permanent inhabitants who all carry British Overseas Territories citizenship.[3] The other islands are uninhabited, except for the personnel of a weather station on Gough Island.

Tristan da Cunha is a British Overseas Territory with its own constitution.[7] There is no airstrip of any kind on the main island, meaning that the only way of travelling in and out of Tristan is by boat, a six-day trip from South Africa.

Cloistered Men and Women of the Catholic Faith.

Enclosed religious orders of the Christian churches have solemn vows with a strict separation from the affairs of the external world. The term cloistered is synonymous with enclosed. In the Catholic Church enclosure is regulated by the code of canon law, either the Latin code or the Oriental code, and also by subsidiary legislation.[1][2] It is practised with a variety of customs according to the nature and charism of the community in question. (Wiki)

The Cooper River runs alongside Mepkin Abbey’s 3,132-acre property.
The Cooper River in South Carolina runs alongside Mepkin Abbey’s 3,132-acre property. Credit…Stephen Hiltner/The New York Times
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/17/us/trappist-monks-mepkin-abbey.html

A Random Image

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Have you ever thought of the cloistered world of a nun. Could this be another safe venue in our world? https://www.tipsonlifeandlove.com/self-help/going-inside-the-secret-world-of-cloistered-nuns

Life in the Netherlands

Sam, Zed, Mia, Ana, Dax, and Zoe

32 days 🎶into the unknown🎶
Positives – Zoe is potty trained, Dax has learned to ride a bike without training wheels, Zoe has learned how to ride a Strider bike.
Activities – Leprechaun trap, snow globes, virtual playdates, calming bottles, aquariums, bike rides, and invented numerous games on the trampoline (this one has been all Zed, and the kids love it)
Challenges – Still don’t know what I’m doing for dinner every night, have given barely any thought to my Master’s assignments, learning how my kids learn best, coordinating Zed and my work schedules, making sure we don’t miss school assignments for Mia and Ana, entertaining 4 very active kids who require social interaction from people their age

Grandson David in NY, NY

Stuck in a 4th floor walk-up in Lower Manhattan. The Rooster shall expond on this isolated lad in the next post. Hang in there David, down in lower Manhattan.

Connecticut Entertainment at son Matt’s house.

Granddaughter Jill stands to paint.

For some reason or an other when I saw the flower, I reflected back to 1967 and a song from that era sung by Scott McKenzie: https://youtu.be/bch1_Ep5M1s

How many of you readers were around with this 24 year old Marine at that time? “Welcome Home,” to all who know the meaning!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scott_McKenzie

Scott left this world back in 2012 at the age of 73.

Don’t forget to check on the elderly.

Travels on Delmarva with Harrison

Steinbeck had “Travels with Charlie.” Mitch Album has his “Tuesdays with Morey,” and there was “On the road with Jack Kerouac.” I think I’ve now got the start of “Travels on Delmarva with Harrison.” You’ve already met Harrison last month at Kern’s retirement party.

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Back in October of last year, my son-in-law asked me if I’d be interested in spending a few days a week with his father traveling about the shore. The shore would be the Eastern Shore, known to many as the Delmarva Peninsula. His father is in his late 80’s, and he experienced a stroke several years ago, which has affected his speech, balance, and short term memory to some degree.

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Chesapeake Nurseries Inc.

Harrison is the husband of Sylvia and the father of Greg, Lisa, and Julie. There are also grandchildren and, most recently, a great-grandchild. His father immigrated to the United States in the early 1920s from the Netherlands after first arriving as a flower bulb salesman. Harison’s father ultimately established a nursery business in the Salisbury Maryland area. That business, under Harrison’s love and guidance has grown considerably. Under Greg’s guidance the nursery continues to propagate.

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So, just where is the Delmarva Peninsula, you might ask? The Delmarva Peninsula encompasses parts of Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia. All that land east of the Chesapeake Bay and south of the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal ending at the Virginia, Bay Bridge-Tunnel at Cape Charles, makes up the Delmarva Peninsula. We even have a Regional Spaceport here.

Field Crop News Photo/Winter Wheat

Harrison loves the history of Delmarva. He loves the land, especially the open fields, many of which are planted this time of year with Winter Wheat. These fields remind me of Ireland, so green in their contrast to the trees still in their winter hibernation. Historical homes and buildings are a natural magnet for Harrison. Harrison also loves his midday meals, which we share. Perhaps we shall have some Gastro insight down the road.

My new-found buddy knows the short term memory has taken a trip to somewhere not in the present. There are moments when a delightful chuckle will come up, “oops,” he might say, you better ask Sylvia that one when he has a thought, and it fly’s off the carrier deck like an F-18. Never is this gentleman frustrated with his position in life. He is a kind, gentle human being who loves his family, life, the land, and the Eastern Shore.

His devoted wife drives him to the local senior center five days a week for some Physical Therapy, and comradery, with those on the same station in life as he. We are starting our fourth month together, and I continue to learn from this man with so much knowledge of what I like to say, this, that, and other things.

May this week bring me more adventure as I travel the Eastern Shore with Harrison. With the blessing of those close to him, I look forward to sharing some of them with you.

Thank you Sylvia, Lisa, Greg, and Julie for sharing someone special with me.

Super Tuesday’s this week, don’t forget, vote early, vote often.

Don’t forget to check on the elderly.