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A trip to Connecticut

When the wife and I say we want to go home, the place we always refer to is, Connecticut. We especially loved Connecticut in the fall. We would go to football games in Storrs on a Saturday and watch Uconn back in it’s Yankee conference days. They’ve gone big time today playing D-1 athletics in a big stadium in East Hartford. They happen to be loosing a lot lately also.
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Uconn-Icenter photo

We loved watching the tree’s turn colors. Our old neighbor’s, the Anderson’s, had a giant Maple that would turn the most beautiful shades of oranges and reds.

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Not the same tree, but it could be a twin.

Neighbors would bond while splitting firewood to burn in our stoves through the coming fall and winter. The smell of smoke would permeate in the air from those stoves. Ghosts and goblins would run through the local cemetary dating back to the 1600’s. On All-Hallow’s-Eve, back in the day when the children were young, this was a place which holds memories for a lifetime. With the coming of darkness, thoughts ran wild for those sitting on the stones, while stories were told. At times even the adults were taken aback with the frightful image of a translucent ghost moving among the headstones in the rear of the cemetary. Yes Vi Cordner, you pulled a good one on us that year.

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Bamforth Rd. cemetary, Vernon, CT

I helped coach a midget football team back in the day, the late 70’s. We always had a travel game to Portland, CT. On the return home from the game we would stop at the old cider mill in the town of Glastonbury. We would walk among the trees. we could smell the apples on the ground, and the Buzzing of the Bees that never bit you in that time of the year. All those adventures are rekindled in my memory as I write this post. A few gallons of the finest Apple Cider would be purchased that day, along with a half basket of apples. Once back home, a tasty apple pie would not be far behind. Take a deep breath in from your nose, can you smell it baking in the oven? 

Glastonbury today has many farms and agricultural resources, just click on the site below to view them.

Connecticut is also home for the last steam powered cider mill in the U.S.

From their web site, I cut and paste to you, Clyde’s Cider Mill:


Clyde’s Cider Mill is located in the small village of Old Mystic, CT. B.F. Clyde’s started making Hard Cider in 1881.

The apples for our Hard Ciders and Apple Wines come from local orchards and are pressed into juice here at our Mill. The juice is then pumped directly into oak casks in the Mill’s cellar, where it is fermented and ages for up to 3 years. Our Ciders and Apple Wines are still, in keeping with the tradition of cider makers of long ago.

Tradition is very important to us here at Clyde’s. In 1898, Frank and Abby Clyde built the Victorian style building and purchased the machinery still in use today.

We are the last steam powered cider mill in the U.S. today. In 1994, Clyde’s was designated a National Historic Landmark.

We are open from September thru late December. With our cider press operating in the Fall.


A visit to Clyde’s Cider Mill is like stepping back in time. Come see the only steam powered cider mill in the U.S..

We start our season in September with our hard ciders and apple wines, jams, jellies, local honey, maple syrup, fudge, and what many people call “The best sweet cider on Earth”! Also available in the Fall are apples, apple pies, pumpkin bread, gourds, Indian corn, pumpkins, candy apples, kettle corn and apple cider donuts.

So take a break from the ordinary and come visit a National Historic Landmark and see the 6th generation of Clyde family making cider just like B.F. Clyde did in 1881.

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Don’t forget to check on the elderly.

The Fruit Fly

I’m walking on the treadmill this morning at the MAC Center earlier this week, something I actually do three days a week, and the conversation with the lady next to me turned to the Fruit Fly.  It’s fall and it is the season for the little buggers to be everywhere. The decay of fruit and vegetables and the fact we are surrounded by fifty acres of soybeans I’m sure acts as a lure for the tiny pests.


Protection by a Smithwick’s coaster.

I mentioned that I was of the opinion red wine attracts more flys than white wine. I was told her remedy against the pests was to dampen a paper towel over the glass after pouring, personally I prefer a coaster as protection. As quick as I can be, I’ll slip the coaster off, take a sip of the grape and damn if there isn’t a floating fly in the nectar. I often wonder if the interloper gets toasted prior to drowning. Don’t ever take a deep breath through your nose while they’re around either, you will surely suck a few up your nostrils.

The average life span of the pests is about 30 days. An adult female can lay upwards of 500 eggs during her brief life. Those eggs can hatch into larvae in as little as 12 hours. After the larvae feed for 4 days they pupate, and after another 3 or 4 days they emerge as adult fruit flies, ready to begin mating again within just a few hours. Be you a lover of Chardonnay, Cabernet or Merlot, where ever you put your glass, the Fruit Fly will go.


Besides our daily ration of wine, ripening pears, apples and tomatoes on the windowsill work equally well as a lure for the Drosophila melanogaster.

How Fruit Flies Find Your Wine

By Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor A fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) explores its environment with a series of straight flight paths punctuated by rapid 90-degree body-saccades.  Credit: Andy Reynolds

Uncork a bottle of your favorite Cabernet outside in the summer and odds are good a pesky fruit fly will find your glass by the time the glass finds your lips. Turns out, the teensy party crasher navigates using mathematical rules that maximize the chances it will locate your full-bodied drink.
“Wine is extraordinarily attractive to them,” said the new study’s co-author Mark Frye of UCLA. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the animal came from half a kilometer away.”
Scientists have known that fruit flies (Drosophila melanogaster) use visual cues to make quick turns and prevent nasty collisions with nearby objects.
“So we knew what was causing a fly to steer when it got close to things,” Frye said. The new study, published in the April issue of the journal PLoS ONE, reveals what they didn’t know: why the flies make swift twists and turns when out in the middle of nowhere, far away from obstacles.
Frye and his colleague, Andy Reynolds of Rothamsted Research in England, used two video cameras to track fruit flies in dome-like enclosures, at the bottom of which they hid an odor source. Inside the enclosure, each fly made a bunch of 90-degree turns followed by a longer straight path.
“With all of those small turns they search the local vicinity and then make a foray to move away and then they search that local vicinity again and make a foray,” Frye told LiveScience.
An analysis of the paths showed the flies followed a tried-and-true method for sniffing out the odor.
“Their strategy is trying to optimize two things,” Frye said. “They want to detect something that’s very faint, and they want to move around enough that they don’t get stuck in one place where there aren’t any good smells.”
The fly’s seemingly erratic flight paths match up with a mathematical algorithm called Lévy’s distribution, which optimizes the chances of finding a tasty snack.
Humans do the same thing without realizing it, while, for example, standing in the kitchen and trying to pinpoint the source of a noxious odor. “You stand still and sniff around and realize it’s not here, so you move down to the refrigerator and you sniff again—am I getting warmer or colder?” Frye explained.

If you want to get rid of the pests take a minute and view the following:

If you are a person of great patience, just await the first frost and they shall begin to disappear.