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Month: April, 2016

With hearts aflame*

by chuckofish

It was a lovely flyover weekend with temperatures here near 80 degrees on Sunday.

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I worked hard outside on Saturday spreading mulch and my back hurt on Sunday so I slowed down some. I planted geraniums in pots.

FullSizeRenderThe boy came over on Saturday night because he was “batching  it”–we watched our all-time favorite episodes of Miami Vice:

“Out Where the Buses Don’t Run” (season 2, episode 3)

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with Bruce McGill as Hank Weldon

and “El Viejo” (season 3, episode 7)

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with Willie Nelson as Jake Pierson

They never disappoint. We are huge nerds, I know, but we amuse ourselves.

In church we sang one of my favorite hymns which always makes me cry.

And it did.

I leave you with the third verse:

The sure provisions of my God attend me all my days;

oh, may thy house be mine abode and all my work be praise.

There would I find a settled rest, while others go and come;

no more a stranger or a guest, but like a child at home.

(Isaac Watts)

Have a good week.

*Hymn #478, Jesus, our  mighty Lord, our strength in sadness

“An habitation of dragons, and a court for owls”*

by chuckofish

Yesterday morning at around 4:00 a.m. the OM and I were awakened by a heated argument outside our bedroom window. It was one of those what-the-heck moments when you have no idea what is happening.

Then we realized it was a pair of owls.

We hear owls all the time in the evening, but this was a first–being woken up by their racket. They seemed angry. They might have been Barred Owls and or maybe Great Horned Owls. Not sure.

Here is a video of some Barred Owls laughing it up.

Our pair definitely seemed to be arguing, but perhaps we misinterpreted their mood. They were loud anyway.

Here is a Great Horned Owl:

http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4CRqJJW6S8

Anyway, this got me thinking about owls, so here are a few pictures of owl representations through the ages…

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Exeter Cathedral

Kano Sansetsu (1589-1651)

Kano Sansetsu (1589-1651)

Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

Portrait of James Boswell at Twenty-Five by George Willison

Portrait of James Boswell at Twenty-Five by George Willison

Albrecht Durer 1508

Albrecht Durer 1508

John James Audubon

John James Audubon

Ernest Shephard

Ernest Shepard

Athenian coin, 5th century BC

Athenian coin, 5th century BC

Temple University adopted the owl as its mascot in 1888, the first school in the nation to choose the bird. The nocturnal hunter symbolized Temple’s early mission: to be a night school for ambitious young people of limited means. In 1912 Rice University adopted the Owl as its mascot. Hilarity ensued.

Rice Owl mascot captured by Texas A&M students in 1917

Rice Owl mascot captured by Texas A&M students in 1917

One more fun fact: the Brandeis University mascot, Ollie the Owl, is named after Louis Brandeis’s colleague, Oliver Wendell Holmes.

Owls are great.  As carnivorous birds of prey they live mainly on a diet of insects and small rodents such as mice, rats and rabbits. They do an important job in the wild, i.e. keeping down the rodent population. Another cool thing about owls: They can rotate their heads and necks as much as 270 degrees.

In western culture the owl is generally associated with wisdom. This link originated in ancient Greece where Athena, the goddess of wisdom, had the owl as a symbol. In Rome the owl was considered a bird of ill-omen, however. Pliny the younger reports that owl’s eggs were commonly used as a hangover cure. 

So keep your eyes and ears open for owls in your yard. They are hard to see because it is usually dark when you hear them and they blend in very well with their habitat, but sometimes you can catch a glimpse.

Have a good weekend!

*Isaiah 34:13 (KJV)

Happy birthday, Susiebelle

by chuckofish

Darling daughter #2 turns 26 today! I will toast her tonight and miss her all day, but we’ll celebrate together next week when she comes home to celebrate my birthday. My cup runneth over with love.

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“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”

–F. Scott Fitzgerald

And a birthday shout-out to Sarah Michelle Gellar, who turns 39 (!) today. Some birthday Buffy might be in order…

Let me just say this about that

by chuckofish

So we all know that the Cardinals got off to a slow start. They lost their first three games to the Pirates. Immediately the nay-sayers were all, Oh no! And it’s going to be a terrible season! Mike Matheny doesn’t know what he’s doing, yada yada yada.

The Skipper calmly replied that we’re not hitting. We’ll figure it out and fix it.

St. Louis Post Dispatch photo

St. Louis Post Dispatch photo

In the next four games the Cardinals scored 41 runs. Forty-one! Runs! In one game they hit three pinch-hit homeruns–a MLB-record.

The nay-sayers say, So are the Cardinals good? Or are the Braves and Brewers just bad?

Please. The Cardinals will be just fine.

The nay-sayers can sit on a tack.

And here’s a little pep talk for Wednesday:

“Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.”

–Douglas MacArthur

“I am not a pest,” Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus.” *

by chuckofish

Today is the birthday of Beverly Atlee Bunn Cleary, better known as best-selling author Beverly Cleary.

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You go, girl!

Cleary was born on April 12, 1916, in McMinnville, Oregon, the only child of a teacher and a farmer.

She became a children’s librarian. How could she not? (See picture above.) According to Wikipedia, Cleary empathized with her young patrons who had difficulty finding books with characters they could identify with. So she decided to start writing children’s books about characters to whom young readers could relate. The rest is history.

Cleary’s first book, Henry Huggins (1950)  was the first in a series of fictional chapter books about Henry, his dog Ribsy, his neighborhood friend Beezus and her little sister Ramona, whom Nicholas Kristof calls “one of the great characters of children’s literature.”  I’m pretty sure I read some of these books, but I do not remember them well. Maybe this one:

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And here’s a fun fact: She also published three softcover novels based on the TV series Leave It to BeaverLeave It to Beaver (1960), Here’s Beaver! (1961), and Beaver and Wally (1961).

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Her publisher HarperCollins recognizes her birthday, April 12, as National Drop Everything and Read Day (D.E.A.R.), in promotion of silent reading. I would like to celebrate this day–how about you? I mean aren’t you happy to be reminded of chapter books and silent reading? These were an important part of my elementary years at school.

Still in print and in a boxed set!

Still in print and in a boxed set! Ninety-one million copies of her books have been sold worldwide since her first book was published in 1950!

So a well-deserved toast to Ms. Cleary, who is still kicking it at age 100. Long may she run.

*Ramona the Pest

Consider the lilies of the field

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was pretty busy–at least for me. I went to a few estate sales, but didn’t find anything of note. I went to a funeral and I went to a fundraiser that daughter #3 had organized with the student government of the high school where she teaches. It was a benefit for the Greater St. Louis Honor Flight which sends WWII veterans to Washington to see the WWII memorial there. The boy was a “guardian” on one of these trips a few years ago. Anyway, we enjoyed the event and the movie about how the charity was started.

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Afterwards we went out for pizza and beer.

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When I got home I tried to watch Straw Dog (1949), the great Akira Kurosawa film about post-war Japan. A very young and handsome Toshiro Mifune plays a rookie detective who has lost his gun and is madly trying to find it. It is a great, great movie, but I fell asleep.

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Mea culpa. It had been a long day.

I re-read Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons. It was her first book and very good indeed.

On Sunday I did a lot of cleaning in my house, throwing away copious amounts of detritus. This always makes me happy.

Now it is Monday. Daughter #1 starts her new job. She no longer works for The Man, but for a start-up digital network, working with creative types who have man-buns.  You go, girl!

P.S. Don’t forget in all the hubbub of your daily life to take a moment and enjoy the scenery.

Vintage illustration by Mary Blair

Vintage illustration by Mary Blair

Mined in Scotland, Forged in Ulster

by chuckofish

Exported world wide — as the saying goes. Today’s post traces the path of our Carnahan ancestors from Scotland and Northern Ireland to Pennsylvania. The earliest links need confirmation, so I must stress the provisional nature of the Scottish material. Still, the links seem pretty solid so far. I’ll begin with James Carnahan, b. 1643 in Auchencairn,  a nice small town in Kirkcudbright, Scotland.

tower house near Auchencairn (via pinterest)

tower house near Auchencairn (via pinterest)

James married Marian Carnaghan and they moved to Ligoniel, county Antrim, Ireland.

Hull, Frederick W.; Winter above Ligoniel; National Museums Northern Ireland; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/winter-above-ligoniel-122191

Hull, Frederick W.; Winter above Ligoniel; National Museums Northern Ireland; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/winter-above-ligoniel-122191

Their son, James Carnahan (1692-1780) married Margaret Janny (1694-1722) and their son, James Alexander Carnahan (1719-1790), married Hannah Power (1722-1838). They lived in Randalstown, Ireland

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via Pinterest

until they emigrated to Pennsylvania in 1770. Now we’re on very firm ground, source wise. Once in America, their son, David Carnahan (1747-1824) married Agnes McGahey (1757-1804) and they had a various children, among whom numbered our ancestor, William Carnahan (1780-1835), who married Massey Cain of New Hampshire (1797-?).

According to Thomas Cushing’s History of Allegheny County, during the Revolutionary War,

“David Carnahan served in the light artillery, in those days known as the ‘Flying Artillery’ and was present at the battle of Brandywine and other engagements. An older brother, James, was a midshipman in the British Navy. Tradition has it that a private interview was once held between these brothers, during the war, permitted by an American officer on one side and a British office on the other.”

Cushing goes on to explain that, after the war,

David came to Allegheny county (then Washington county) and purchased 400 acres of land called “The Experiment” which was located three and a half miles south of Pittsburgh on the waters of Saw-Mill Run.”

The farm was later divided between three sons, William, Joseph, and Alexander. In 1878 the last surviving brother, Alexander, turned it into the town of Banksville, named after his second wife’s family. Now Banksville is a suburb of Pittsburgh.

Like most of his contemporaries, David Carnahan was as religious as he was hardworking. He was one of the first trustees of the Associate Reformed Congregation of Saw Mill Run, which later became the Mt. Lebanon United Presbyterian Church. You can read all about it here.

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He and Agnes were probably buried in the cemetery there, although no marker has survived.  That’s it for today’s family history installment. Come back next week for more…

I leave you with what Teddy Roosevelt, writing before the notion of political correctness, had to say about the Scotch-Irish contribution to this country:

“It is doubtful if we fully realize the part played by this stern and virile people. They formed the kernal of the American stock who were the pioneers of of our People in the march westwards. They were bold and hardy people who pushed beyond the settled regions of America and plunged into the wilderness as the leaders of the white advance. The Presbyterians were the first and last set of immigrants to do this; all others have merely followed in the wake of their predecessors”.

Got to love those fighting Presbyterians!

 

 

 

Time out for some art

by chuckofish

Today is the anniversary of the death of the great artist Pablo Picasso (October 25, 1881 – April 8, 1973) who was baptized Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso, a series of names honoring various saints and relatives. Wow.

I  admit I had a poster of his Don Quixote in my college dorm room.

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I  know what I like, and I liked it. And I always liked this sculpture that he donated to the city of Chicago in 1967.

90429a8fPicasso was very prolific and several of his paintings rank among the most expensive paintings in the world. In US currency, Garçon à la pipe sold for $104 million in 2004; Dora Maar au Chat sold for $95.2 million in 2006;

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Nude, Green Leaves and Bust was sold at $106.5 million in 2010.

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And fun fact: more of Picasso’s paintings have been stolen than those of any other artist.

Here’s a picture of the living room of his Cannes villa.

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Vanity Fair

Homey, don’t you think? Full of stuff, which I like. Nothing in its “place.”

Well, as Groucho Marx once said, “Art is art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh… now you tell me what you know.”

Hey, it’s Friday! Have a good weekend!

“The first thing I remember knowing Was a lonesome whistle blowing”*

by chuckofish

Well, now Merle Haggard has died–yesterday, on his 79th birthday. His life was the stuff country songs are made of, including a stretch in San Quentin. He was pardoned by then-California Governor Ronald Reagan after a lengthy appeal process. He’d later say he was shocked by the pardon, as he had no idea it was coming. “They found that I was improperly convicted and had no representation because I was poor and things of that nature.” Thankfully, he went on to great things.

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I saw him in concert ten years ago when he was opening for Bob Dylan at the Fox. He was pretty great.

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So here’s a Thursday throwback for you–in honor of Merle, my favorite Haggard tune:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxQbvSjQy9A

I’ll be toasting Merle tonight. How about you?

*Mama Tried by Merle Haggard

“Speak, thou vast and venerable head”*

by chuckofish

I wrote myself a note last week about April 5th being Gregory Peck’s 100th birthday–blogpost idea!–but, of course, I got sidetracked. Anyway, April 6th is as good a day as any to toast the divine GP.

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I mean really, he was just the best. Not only was he one of the handsomest actors of all time, he had one of the all-time great voices.

He was in some of my favorite movies: Twelve O’Clock High (1949) and To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) and How the West Was Won (1962) foremost among them. And he was also great in Roman Holiday (1953), On the Beach (1959), The Big Country (1958), and as Ahab in Moby Dick (1956). He made some pretty bad movies watchable, such as Captain Newman, M.D. (1963) and Duel in the Sun (1946).

He was on the UC Berkeley crew team in 1936-38. Again awesome.

I DVR’d On the Beach yesterday, so I am going to watch it.

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So a toast to Gregory Peck (April 5, 1916 – June 12, 2003). Why not treat yourself to one of the above films? You deserve it.

And as this is Wednesday and time for a mid-week pep talk, I leave you with this:

“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

–Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

*Ahab in Moby Dick