September Changes: Monthly Celebration Calendar

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There is a great blog which explores art, this is one many people

are locating and finding someone who “gets them.” This appeals

to their “inner artist.”  I like a quote from this which displays how I

feel about writing, my passion for art and my interest in music:

“The Humility of the Artist.

It seems arrogant to say, “Perhaps this isn’t for you.”

When the critic pans your work, or the prospect hears your offer

but doesn’t buy, the artist responds, “That’s okay, it’s not for you.”

She doesn’t wheedle or flip-flop or go into high pressure mode.

She treats different people differently, understands that she is

working to delight the weird, not please the masses, and walks

away.

Isn’t that arrogant?

No. It’s arrogant to assume that you’ve made something into

extraordinary that everyone everywhere should embrace it.

Our best work can’t possibly appeal to the average masses,

only our average work can.

**Finding the humility to happily walk away from those that

don’t get it unlocks our ability to do great work.”

~ Written by Seth Godin, January, 2014.~

Hoping this “kicks off” a lively, entertaining and enlightened month.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SEPTEMBER, 2015~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

September’s Gemstone: Sapphire

The monthly flower is the purple aster.

September 5-

This is Washington D. C.’s Fifth Annual Book Festival.

I could not help smiling at the picture on his book cover

of my next “gotta get it from the library’s Hot List” book:

“Magnificent Celebration,” by Rick Springfield.

Rick Springfield who will be in the movie, “Ricki and

the Flash” playing soon at the Strand Theater locally.

He and Meryl Streep make being a little bit “old” look

September 6-

Our Delaware County hosts an, “All Horse Parade,”

which leaves the fairgrounds on Pennsylvania Avenue

making its way to where I usually sit watching with my

family on West Winter Street. (I arrive with a blanket

around 3:00 or so, snacks and bottles of water, too.)

This is one of the largest and well celebrated parade.

September 7-

Labor Day.

I will be reluctantly saying goodbye to my Mom on

the day before the parade, beating the traffic home

from Lake Erie. I will be spending an upcoming week

off end of October with her, though.

September 9-

Admission Day, Canada.

What is this all about? Anyone which to fill us in the

Comments Section of this monthly calendar post? :)

September 11, 2015-

Patriot Day

Pause, remember here in our country but this is one

time I know others around the world “wept’ for our bad

days, 14 years ago.

When Herman’s Hermits played the 3rd week of Sept.

2001, here at our Delaware County Fair, they had their

British flag over the drum set and they were practicing

and tuning up. Then, when ready, Herman walked over

to the flag, looked up at the audience in the Grandstand

and whisked the flag off. Revealing an American flag,

saying into the microphone: “We are here for you, America!

We want to help ease your pain and sorrow. please don’t

feel guilty enjoying the show we put together for you. (This

is paraphrased and yet, mainly what the content of his words

and the expression of his heart for us all was. Women had

still brought bouquets of roses and Herman did sing, “Mrs.

Brown, You Have a Lovely Daughter,” along with a fantastic

set.

September 13 – 14:

Rosh Hashana begins at Sundown and ends the next day

at Sundown.

Also, remembering our grandparents for this special

Grandparents Day.

September 14 is Marissa Bergen and her twin sister’s Happy Birthday celebration. Everyone raise a glass to toast their special day or have a Huge piece of chocolate cake in their honor. I know that Marissa likes this a lot. Oh, tomorrow, September 15, you can repeat or indulge again, in honor of another Bergen birthday, her husband’s special day. You Rock, all of you “Wild Things!”

(Do you remember her Doppelganger post with the steps to a monument, I think?)

This is a whole week of the Delaware County Fair and I

will be heading there at least twice for Seniors Day and

the final concert on Saturday night.

16- The Fillies run in the Jugette Race.

17- The Big Race for those “Million Dollar Horses” who

reside in our “Million Dollar Guest Horse Barn” will run in,

Delaware County’s “Little Brown Jug” is part of the Triple

Crown of Harness Racing. We are proud of this honor.

This is also considered nationally,

Citizenship Day or Constitution Day.

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A “break” in our calendar to remind you via the Old

Farmer’s Almanac, 2015 version:

“Echinacea is a Creek tribal word.

It comes from “echino.”

This means “hedgehog”

The echinacea coneflowers have

spiny brown central cones which

reminded them of the hedgehog.”

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18-

This is the day we remember and honor servicemen for

POW/MIA Recognition Day.

The U.S. Air Force celebrates their 68th year “birthday,”

So. . . You knew I would fit somewhere in this post,

“Let Them Eat Cake!” for remembering 1947 when the

Air Force began.

September 20-

I love award shows: This is the Emmy’s Award Show Night,

honoring television which includes specials, mini-series and

other well performed or recognized television shows.

On this date, the Old Farmer’s Almanac, 2015 edition

suggests you

“Divide and Replant the following plants in the Fall:

Phlox

Daylilies

Hostas

Poppies.”

22-

Yom Kippur begins at Sundown and ends at Sundown on

the 23rd.

23-

***** Autumnal Equinox *****

This is the special day we greet Autumn here in the U.S.

27- Full Harvest Moon.

“Sing on Harvest Moon, up in the sky!”

The Old Farmer’s Almanac, 2015 edition adds this note:

“The full moon is bright enough to finish Harvest chores.”

Helen Hunt Jackson gives us another wonderful quote:

“The golden rod is yellow,

The corn is turning brown,

The trees in apple orchard

With fruit are bending down.”

(H. H. Jackson, American Poet, 1830 – 1885.)

This makes me sad living only 55 years but inspiring life.

I wish to close this September monthly post with another

short anonymous quote:

“The closer we get to being

Who we are meant to be – – –

The brighter we shine.”

Enjoy all the many aspects, somber, joyous and filled

with memories of Septembers past.

Please feel free to offer any local historical facts, birthdays

or festivals in your area of the world. Thank you for reading!

Sincerely Yours,

Robin Elizabeth Oldrieve Cochran

(reocochran)

Late August Berries

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There are red raspberries,
Tangy black raspberries,
Sweet blueberries,
Blackberries, too.

Berry choices abound,
All you have to do is,
Look around.

Many are still on the plants,
Need to put on long sleeved shirts,
Along with nice, thick pants,
Need to watch out for brambles,
Sharp needles worse than ants.

Why choose berries to add nutrition?
Besides being delicious,
They are packed with
*Antioxidants*
Vitamin C.

~In or on~
Oatmeal,
Salads,
Pies,
Cereal,
Cookies.

For savory meat
Marinade
Create with
Vinegar or
Soy sauce
Cook on the
Barbecue.

Ancient Greeks
Treated sore throats,
While Civil War
Soldiers
Collected
Blackberries
Preventing dysentery.

Careful handling,
Collect too soon,
Will not ripen.
Piled into bucket,
Bottom layer bruised.

Lasting only
One day in warm air,
On counter.
Refrigerator will keep,
Berries 4 – 5 days.
Layered in sturdy
Container,
Lid sealed tight,
Freezer will
Preserve blackberries
Up till 10 months.
Best choice ever:
Pop into mouth
Straight from the
“Cones.”
:)

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Simple post
Enticing
Your mouth,
To
Succomb
To
A
Berry.

New England Heritage Door on Squam Hill

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~ Thank you, Norm Frampton for his “Thursday’s Doors.” I appreciate my readers who use their creative minds to visualize,  as I attempt to “draw” Doors for you from my past, so far.

Check out all the new links and our photographic fellow bloggers at:
http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

If you have read some of my past true stories, you may know I spent my 16th summer in Rockport, Massachusetts. My Mom’s 16th summer was much more exciting since there was Victory in WWII, 1940-something. . . She handed out free ice cream cones given in celebration by my Great Uncle George at Tuck’s Pharmacy and Candy Shoppe close to Bear Skin Neck.

By the time I was sixteen, my parents drove my brothers and me out to visit my cousins and extended Swedish 1/4 part of “our blood” family.

I was happy to see the folks leave after a week and waved glibly, “Farewell to rules, Hello, Freedom!”

The talent and trade of my craftsman Great Grandfather was that of a stone mason. How he met my Great Grandmother in Sweden and coaxed her first, into marrying him and then, crossing the Atlantic Ocean is in my first 50 posts, “Love Story: European Style.”

The above details were given as background information leading us to climbing up a steep and winding road know as Squam Hill.

As I did this several times on foot with my coworker, Jo Ann Barnes from Rockport or my Cousin Johnny.  We would stop and look at many historic homes along the way.

What is called affectionately by family members is the peak of the hill:
“John’s Rock.”

Many stone walls in this area were built and carefully crafted to look like simply stacked rocks. The artistry is seen by their longevity and the way creeping wild vines and wildflowers do not destroy them. The way nature melds with the hand crafted stone walls makes beautiful pictures.

On John’s Rock, there is a gray granite house, with hints of pinkish tones in the rock. The house glistens in the sunlight with quartzite and mica crystals catching and refracting the light.

There is a set of sturdy cement steps with edging made of flat rocks. The wall around this porch is thick and made of stacked stones. In the heat of the summer this house has trees towering over it.  When you sit on the porch the stones fill you with a coolness, almost a chilly place to read a book on a chair.

As you walk around the wall and onto the porch you will see a beautiful doorway with a large weathered door knocker. It is in the shape of a brass anchor. There is greenish tone to this old nautical-styled knocker, as the salty sea air can rise up and float on the fog or mist of early morning.

On either side of the door are peregrine falcons made from poured concrete into sturdy heavy metal forms to cast these two elegant vanguards protecting the door. They came to above my knees at this age.

If you are a collector of old masonry and garden statues, you will recognize the grayish color tone of these fine birds. There are a few places which resemble “pock marks” which probably came from the same humid, sea salt air wearing away the cement in small places.

Side note #1:
When I saw Rooks made at the Rookwood Pottery Company in Cincinnati, Ohio (from ancient kilns) I wanted to exclaim, “My Great Grandpa designed a similar pose with a different hooked beak elegant bird.”

The door had three sets of two panels making six rectangles in this thick door. The stain had darkened and aged but I  am wondering, which indigenous heavy wood tree was used?
Any suggestions of New England trees which could remind you in appearance of mahogany?

No windows on the deep brown door but on each side there were windows which were what I consider “bedroom window size” although the door led into a small parlour.

Traditional homes in the 60’s and 70’s in Rockport had cafe window style curtains in crisp, short white ruffled top and longer white crisp bottom that went only half way down the wall.

My Mom imitated this style on their retirement cottage’s windows on Lake Erie.

Mom had beach glass in bottles, some cobalt blue clear and others were lighter blue clear bottles on the ledge where the bottom half would display these light catchers.

My Great Grandpa’s house was occupied by Great Uncle George when he was younger with his wife and three boys. Once grown, Edward was chosen to be the occupant with his wife and two children.
Roger Tuck became the confectionery manager of a candy factory.
John came home from Vietnam and became an artist.
Edward took over the pharmacy having come back and used the G.I. Bill to get his education.
Great Uncle George and my Grandpa Mattson’s sister, Dorothy, got married years before I came up to visit. They had simplified their lives living above Tucks Pharmacy. I was hired as a candy seller living above the shop, too. I worked 7:00 am until 2:00 pm so had many hours exploring Cape Ann and seeing my “maiden” aunts, cousins and making new friends.

I loved my Great Auntie Marie the best, along with my Great Aunt Dot, as they called Dorothy, and my Great Uncle George. I listened to their stories all summer long and enjoyed writing and knowing them for years and years. In 1999, my ex-husband and I had a great chance to travel and see Aunt Marie, along with Ed’s personal video he made of the “Perfect Storm.”

If I left off any details of the door and house I apologize.

My Cousin  Eddie and his wife with two children had an architect design a building which housed an in ground pool. There was an enclosed breezeway, adjoining the original old- fashioned designed house.

They had a large living room with enough seating for their church choir to come for weekly practices with potluck. I would benefit two ways: by babysitting Cheryl and  Brian, I got paid well and the bounty of delicious fish, side dishes or burgers and chicken on the grill.

Side note # 2:
Last but not least, in 1971, I was given downstairs, in the pharmacy, by Great Uncle George a $5 bill to run down Bear Skin Neck and go to the wharf to purchase a large lobster.

Cape Ann is also famous for Rockport’s fishing barn called, “Motif #1.” You see it on calendars of famous Americana scenery and postcards, too.

Do You Catch My Drift?

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Sometimes drifters have negative connotation.
Often drift wood and clouds drifting across the sky,
Have pleasant thoughts attached.

Natural forms of drifts make me smile,
Thoughts come sneaking in with
Drifts.
How about you?

Snow drifts make me think of
Winter, 1999:
A mixed breed puppy named,
“Tobias,” otherwise known as “Toby.”
Sweet golden color, plump pound pup,
Could not wriggle out of a one foot high
Soft snowy drift.
Ex-husband took a shovel
Dug paths around the yard.

Sand drifting,
Sizzling slippery hissing sound in
Spring breezes.
April, 1975:
Brenda (one of my bridesmaids in ’78),
Dave (groom in ’78),
And me at
Sleeping Bear Dunes.

Drifting minds,
Thoughts drifting,
Writers and dreamers,
Attributes and talents.

Oh pardon me,
My mind drifted
Away to past places,
Historical attic dust.

On other hand,
Often find my thoughts
Caught up drifting to
Far off lands.

Would you look
Like to see the sights seen,
While on my drifting cloud?

Or riding upon
My drifting raft or tube
Down a lazy, winding stream?
****
D- reams
R- eality
I- ncorporate
F- antasy
T- ruth
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Robin Oldrieve Cochran
August, 2015

Serenity Wishes

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Sunday “Thoughts for the Day,”
Hoping to start the week out
Positively
Thanks to two sources.

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*One:
“God is in all things.”
~Jesuit, Ignatius Loyola

**Two:
“God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my pick, my paintbrush, my needle – – and my heart and my thoughts.”
~Paleontologist (hence the “pick”) and Jesuit intellectual,
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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Since Pope Francesco came to be the new Vatican resident and Jesuit peaceful leader, I have come to think more of how this may possibly impact our world.

We all have reluctant leaders who have become heroes. I am sure sweet, soft spoken but strong in Spirit, Mother Theresa (or as some write, Mother Teresa) never dreamed as a child or later as a Novice, she would take such a prominent place in history.

However you revere the world and all of its wonders, sending you peaceful thoughts for all of your days.
Blessings, Robin

Thursday’s Doors ~ August 13, 2015

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Thank you Norm Frampton for the pleasure of adding a post with subject of “Doors.”

http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

When I was part of a women’s group which has sat in courts for Women’s Rights and promoted math and science for girls, through their program of “Be Wise” camp, I used to draw pictures of historical homes, public buildings and churches. If you are a graduate of a college, I highly recommend AAUW, American Association of University Women. My mother was active in Sandusky, state and national activities.

One of their fundraisers was the historical home tours. I enjoyed Lancaster, Ohio tours and Delaware, Ohio. A total of 8 groups of between 6 to 8 buildings. The pen and ink drawings were made into stationery, post cards and decorative mugs. These also were sold at a designated part of the tour, where refreshments were served as part of the ticket’s price. The homes and buildings on the tour were on a leaflet with a map included. All of this introductory information was to get to the “good part.”A large Victorian home was one I discovered early in my years of living in Delaware. It was painted a butter cream, golden color. It has three stories and every Christmas, three holiday decorated trees were brightly featured in their windows, the top one an attic turret. My three children sometimes kept this home as our final destination on our Christmas lights’ car tour.

I was thrilled when somehow a new owner came along and they were willing to be on the home tour.

A home tour team goes to the houses and finds out interior details, while another team goes to research facts from the Delaware County Historical Society.

Here are the details, an arch over the tall door has a “gingerbread house” cut-out, lacy look. The door has had layers of thick paint stripped off to reveal a warm, light oak wood. There is a matte clear lacquer finish over it.

The U. S. Historical Society has designated it as a “Century Home.” The brass plaque with words describing when it was built are on it. The brass door knocker is tarnished and beautifully ornate. The two large pots on either side of the antique door are “Oriental” with pattern resembling “Blue Willow.” Inside the pot are carefully sculptured topiaries, possibly arbor vita. The boot-wiper brush and an old cement cat is curled up on a small blue and gray braided rug

A deluxe description to enhance your picture of this fascinating house’s age and history.

Inside the kitchen, there is an original water pump with a large porcelain sink bigger than most utility sinks. It connected to a cistern. Most common people still did not have indoor plumbing.  This indicates original home owners’ wealth and status.

Just imagine all the wondrous treasures and pieces of history, along with cherished memories to be found beyond this front door

Hope this finds you well and  looking towards plans for the upcoming weekend.

The arrival

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Special delivery

Early dawn

Whispered voices

“Don’t wake the kids!”

Urgent rush

Although scheduled,

Still feel harried,

Packed baby’s first outfit,

Mommy’s bag with

“Comfy” clothes

Daddy’s  snacks,

Including peanuts.

Children’s breakfast chatter

Wondering. . .

What time of day?

Morning snack

Jumping

and bouncing

Trampoline tumbling.

Lunch of Johnny marzetti.

Its raining!

Television show,

“Liv and Maddie,”

Funny epidode.

Cinnamon applesauce,

Questions again,

Anatomical explanation

Answered.

Cucumbers from garden,

Ranch dressing required.

Mommy’s loaded up

Van ready for school

Play yard fun.

Brought towel but

Heat dried swings

And monkey bars.

“Still no baby!”

Frustrated Lara sighs.

Head home for Nana

Cooking hot dogs and

Baked

beans

Mustard,

catsup,

tortilla chips.

Chewing slowly,

Solemn thoughts,

Missing Mommy.

Landen and Kyah make cards,

Lara and Marley make poster.

Family new addition,

Full of renewed energy again!

After supper

Skyler in football gear,

Micah and Aunt Carrie~

Ready for 2 hour practice.

“How L O N G does it take

To get a baby brother?”

******* 7:45 p.m. *******

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>>>   WELCOME   <<<

☆☆☆  Hendrix James  ☆☆☆

8 lbs. 12 oz.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

“Took long enough,”

Says exasperated sister, Kyah.