Did you ever wonder where your Ash Wednesday ashes come from? Traditionally they come from burning the branches from the previous year's Palm Sunday, but these days the ashes that mark your forehead on this first day of Lent might be from right here in Central Florida. Read about 84-year-old Ralph Higginbotham's family ash-making business in this Orlando Sentinel article, which also includes a good explanation of Ash Wednesday and Lent.
Under Higginbotham's direction, the family makes several hundred pounds of the smooth, black dust from sabal palms every year. He makes the ashes by slowly roasting palm trees in steel drums.
He uses no flammable liquids in the roasting and no pigments to darken the finished product.
A single 25-foot palm, cut and left to cure in the sun for two years, will yield about 5 pounds of ash. After grating and sifting, the ash goes off to suppliers in California, Illinois and Rhode Island, who sell it to churches and dioceses across the country.
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I'm trying to digest and document the genealogical data I gathered during my recent visit to the NEHGS Library in Boston. There's much too much to handle all at once—and too many other duties calling—but I am focussing at the moment on getting into publishable form some significant progress I made on one of Porter's lines.
This line includes the first set of Welsh ancestors I've found for Porter. He's happy with them, even though he worries that Wales is uncomfortably close to Ireland. He's afraid I'll eventually find Irish ancestors in his tree—not that he has anything in particular against Ireland, but because he will no longer be able to blame my quirks on my Irish blood. :)
These Welsh ancestors are making my head spin. I have Welsh lines, too, but haven't yet tried to carry them back beyond the immigrants. This line of Porter's goes much further into the past, well into the time—which actually isn't all that far back—when Welsh names followed a patronymic system rather than having fixed family surnames. So I am struggling with names like Gruffyd ap Einion of Gwyddelwern ap Gruffyd ap Llewellyn ap Cynrig ap Osbern Wyddel of Cora y Gedol. Granted, one gets a lot of genealogy worked into a name that way, but entering it into standard genealogy software is a bit of a challenge.
I think I'll go clean the house.After all the travelling we did in the last quarter of 2008 and in January of 2009, I, the homebody, was really ready to enjoy a few months with nowhere to go. But "the best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley," and in this case I'm thrilled.
Ever since we moved away from Boston, I'd been waiting for Porter to get a job assignment back there so I could stay with him while doing research at the New England Historic Genealogical Society Library on Newbury Street. He's been all over the country, but never to Boston...until now. (More)
Why do I like our church? Well, for one thing, during yesterday's service there was not one mention of the Super Bowl. :)
I did afterwards, in the form of a friend who is a florist commenting that she had the day off because no one schedules a wedding during the Super Bowl, which led Porter to comment that Super Bowl Sunday may be the only holiday truly observed and respected in America.
Although we watched only about 30 seconds of the game, that half-minute included the game-winning touchdown. Porter feels towards the Steelers only slightly better than he does towards the Yankees, but I send congratulations to all of our Pittsburgh-area, and Pittsburgh ex-pat, friends.
With a hat-tip to Bill H., another Steeler fan, here's the Super Bowl ad you didn't see. I believe NBC should have the right to choose the ads it shows, but I like this one, so you can see it here. No ad revenues generated. :) It's safer to watch it right from here; if you go to the YouTube site itself, I recommend avoiding the viewer comments, and I don't vouch for any other videos that might be suggested.
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For the amusement of our friends and family, particularly those who were in New Hampshire last week, we are under a hard freeze warning.
Okay, okay—stop throwing things!All persons in east central Florida venturing outdoors this morning... should dress in layers and wear a hat.
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Heather and Jon gave us a gift certificate for the El Bodegon restaurant, because they know we've been mouring the demise of our favorite tapas restaurant. We thought we'd celebrate our anniversary again tonight (the first celebration having been in Switzerland) and try it out.
Our intentions to use the gift certificate went by the board, however. We arrived during tapas happy hour, and learned that we couldn't use both discounts. We couldn't resist two-for-one tapas, so we'll need to return to use the gift certificate. This is a good thing. :) The meal was thoroughly delightful: (More)Permalink | Read 2283 times | Comments (0)
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At this moment, the temperature is the same in Orlando and Basel, which means that Orlando is having a "cold snap" and Basel has warmed up a bit since we were there. Hillsboro, on the other hand.... Stay warm, all you Daleys!
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Diplomacy. It was Henry Kissinger's favorite game. It was also a significant part of our lives in the early 1980s, back when Porter thought he had time to spend on interminable strategy board games. He played in person; he played by mail. He designed and implemented a multi-tiered rope-and-pulley game board system for our basement, so he could keep track of several games at once. By far his favorite—no doubt because it is all skill, no luck—was Diplomacy.
I doubt the number of games Porter persuaded me to play exceeded two, but that didn't stop the whole family from being sucked into the vortex. Somewhere in the process of all the conventions, fanzine activity, and of course, game playing, we made some lifelong friends, including two for whom Porter would subsequently be best man at their weddings. Heather gave Porter his less sinister nickname, Dippy Daddy. (The other, bestowed by one of his favorite opponents, was Porter the Knife.) Two of our close friends published their own "Dipzines"—small publications with a few articles that primarly served the purpose of managing play-by-mail games—to which I occasionally submitted an article. In one of them I even had a short-lived cartoon, which I called Dip City. (More)
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Li'l Writer Guy has return from his monastic retreat (we picked him up on our return from The Wedding), but is still experiencing re-entry, so you'll still mostly be getting quick takes and pointers to what others have written. Probably lots of both, however, as the number of comment-worthy events and posts has multiplied almost out of control. The most efficient way to deal with them is probably to present them with a simple "here, you might find this interesting."
I'm also working on a restructuring of this blog, so please bear with me as I play around. For the first time in months I haven't had the immediate pressure of travel/new grandchild/wedding/holidays driving my life, and I'm looking forward to some signficant housecleaning in many areas of my life. This feeling of reduced pressure is probably a fool's paradise, as there are still major wedding plans to work out (for the U.S. ceremony in the summer), other travel coming up, and the backlog of important work that was set aside for the more urgent (but also important)—but let me enjoy the moment.
Li'l Writer Guy completely understands that what you are all waiting for is the story of our trip and the reason we made it, and plans some serious work on that once his desk is dusted and the piles organized.Permalink | Read 2046 times | Comments (0)
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With a fair amount of admitted prejudice, I have said that Heather and Jon's wedding was the most perfect, beautiful, and appropriate wedding ever. Now I must expand that statement: Janet and Stephan's wedding was totally different, yet equally perfect, beautiful and appropriate. (I can say this because I had little to do with the planning and execution of either wedding.)
The all-day festivities deserve a much longer post, but the day is very nearly over, so details will have to wait. But to all you who were praying for and/or thinking of us today, rejoice that from the ceremony in the ancient church to the dinner in the Medieval castle, from the radiant bride to the adorable ring bearer, from the live Medieval music to the lively Renaissance dancing, all crafted and infused with the great love of family and friends, the wedding was a magnificent success.
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Here in Florida we have our own way of celebrating great events. It helps to know a Disney big-wig or two.
Congratulations, Janet and Stephan!
(Click on the link.)
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The homeschool group my nephews belong to has been meeting once a week for ice skating, and today I joined them. I can't tell you how long it has been since I've skated, but I think my ankles can. Normally I leave the lacing of my skates rather loose for comfort and blood circulation, but today I found I needed a little more support. Having made that adjustment, however, I had a blast—and so, I believe, did my nephews. What a great way to get exercise without knowing it, at least until the skating is over. I'm also reliving my childhood, apparently, having just a few days earlier gone bowling, a sport last attempted even longer ago than skating.
After the skating was over, I made a point of thanking the person in charge of the music that played while we skated. The music itself was not spectacular, nor even enjoyable. It did include the obligatory Hokey Pokey, though not, I now realize, the Chicken Dance. What made the music so unusually delightful was that it was played at less than jet-engine assault volume. In this it contrasted starkly, not only with most skating rink experiences, but also church services, movie theaters, the above-mentioned bowling alley, and even Yorktown. (The last has some excuse, there being no volume knob on a cannon.)Permalink | Read 1926 times | Comments (4)
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Isaac Christopher Daley
November 21, 2002 - November 23, 2002
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Once when we were visiting Pittsburgh, we had the pleasure of attending a Stephen Foster festival at the cemetery where he is buried. While there, we heard the group Home Front, and bought their CD, Parlor to Campfire. It was somewhat amusing (better to laugh than to cry) to hear our stereo system, which randomly plays tracks from a rather large collection of music, wail forth with Hard Times Come Again No More—right after I had sneaked a look at the rapidly plunging (again! still!) stock market.
As I said to the clerk at the post office—in response to his, "What? You're here again?"—I'm doing my part to support the economy. The world is apparently falling down around me, yet life goes on as usual. I think that's not an unreasonable attitude at the moment, but I also sometimes wonder if there's not a bit of Madame Ranevskaya in me.Permalink | Read 1877 times | Comments (0)
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