'Che was captured by Special Forces in South-Eastern Bolivia and executed the next day, shot nine times by a single soldier, his handless body flown to Vallegrande for display purposes and his amputated hands hands sent to Buenos Aires for identification purposes'. Ugh.. grim.
And what do you know about the story of 'The Blue Eyed Six' from Lebanon County, Pennsylvania in 1879? It's one hell of a tale, that's for sure.
Or do you know anything about the Battle of Blair Mountain, of 1921 and the march in August of that year by 13,000 miners on Logan County in West Virginia, which was about the right to unionise. Federal troops were called in to disperse the miners.
This last of the stories is not happy probably not taught to a lot of American school children as 'being of little importance' but it IS of great importance and if you're American and don't know of what I write, I suggest you read up on this subject, which is your country's history of less than 100 years ago.
The author, J. Paul Henderson, has taken History with a Capital H and cleverly woven it throughout this book, one of her librarian friends recommended to her yesterday as a 'good read' and she is not disappointed. It is a story, told over a lifetime, of life that has humour and sadness mixed together in equal quantities, buy or borrow this book from your local library
It is dreary in deepest Knightsbridge, cold and wet underfoot. What better place is there to be than snug at home with a good book? There's a pot on the stove of poultry bones making bone broth and brightly and deeply coloured fruit and vegetables, the results of her raid upon the market, are on the work surface in YumYum HQ.
On top of the bookshelf there's a stash of delicious nuts which we will have at 'tea time' and walk-in store cupboard has given up a monumental treat, a tin of vacuum packed chestnuts! Oh, they're so veryvery scrummydumptious, which is why they are now in a pot in chilly white larder and not sitting here with us, for Beaky and Mouth would gobble them up in a few munches and then, boohoo, there would be none for after supper!
Lunch, for her, was a huge bowl of bone broth together with some poultry meat (chicken & turkey), carrots, onions and parsnips. I had steamed broccoli stalks and hummus, we had one chestnut each and there is a bag of tootie-frootie easy-peel mandarins lying (unprotected) beside her. Don't worry folks, they're safe, they maybe easy for her to peel but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.
And.. oh boy, lookielookie.. a really ripe persimmon has just rolled out from underneath a book! The variety in the market at the moment are sublime. They're.. Big.. Fat.. Orange and extra Sweet.. with a thin skin and are selling for six or seven to the £1.00! Slurpy. Very slurpicious indeed but the one we had last night was most extraordinary.
Read on and be amazed as we were..
It is upon the fingers of one hand that she can count how many seeds she has found in these fruits and she has been eating them ever since the early '70s when she came across them in the market in Malaga. They go by multiple names, you may know them as Sharon Fruit, Kakis or Persimmons. There are several very different varieties but a ripe one, of any variety, is truly delicious.
Anyway, last night's treat was wonderful.. but what was this? She had cut the top off to give to me and there, nestling in the fruit were five seeds, each the size of a small and flat almond, we were mightily astonished, to say the least!
She is now off to make us a mug of LapySang, this tea goes remarkably well with a slice or two of tasty persimmon. Then she'll settle down to continue reading this most excellent of novels but before she can pick up the book, she must pick up the telephone and call our dearest friend Mister Tom in NYC.. but we do send chirps to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 5th, 2017.
And what do you know about the story of 'The Blue Eyed Six' from Lebanon County, Pennsylvania in 1879? It's one hell of a tale, that's for sure.
Or do you know anything about the Battle of Blair Mountain, of 1921 and the march in August of that year by 13,000 miners on Logan County in West Virginia, which was about the right to unionise. Federal troops were called in to disperse the miners.
This last of the stories is not happy probably not taught to a lot of American school children as 'being of little importance' but it IS of great importance and if you're American and don't know of what I write, I suggest you read up on this subject, which is your country's history of less than 100 years ago.
The author, J. Paul Henderson, has taken History with a Capital H and cleverly woven it throughout this book, one of her librarian friends recommended to her yesterday as a 'good read' and she is not disappointed. It is a story, told over a lifetime, of life that has humour and sadness mixed together in equal quantities, buy or borrow this book from your local library
It is dreary in deepest Knightsbridge, cold and wet underfoot. What better place is there to be than snug at home with a good book? There's a pot on the stove of poultry bones making bone broth and brightly and deeply coloured fruit and vegetables, the results of her raid upon the market, are on the work surface in YumYum HQ.
On top of the bookshelf there's a stash of delicious nuts which we will have at 'tea time' and walk-in store cupboard has given up a monumental treat, a tin of vacuum packed chestnuts! Oh, they're so veryvery scrummydumptious, which is why they are now in a pot in chilly white larder and not sitting here with us, for Beaky and Mouth would gobble them up in a few munches and then, boohoo, there would be none for after supper!
Lunch, for her, was a huge bowl of bone broth together with some poultry meat (chicken & turkey), carrots, onions and parsnips. I had steamed broccoli stalks and hummus, we had one chestnut each and there is a bag of tootie-frootie easy-peel mandarins lying (unprotected) beside her. Don't worry folks, they're safe, they maybe easy for her to peel but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.
And.. oh boy, lookielookie.. a really ripe persimmon has just rolled out from underneath a book! The variety in the market at the moment are sublime. They're.. Big.. Fat.. Orange and extra Sweet.. with a thin skin and are selling for six or seven to the £1.00! Slurpy. Very slurpicious indeed but the one we had last night was most extraordinary.
Read on and be amazed as we were..
It is upon the fingers of one hand that she can count how many seeds she has found in these fruits and she has been eating them ever since the early '70s when she came across them in the market in Malaga. They go by multiple names, you may know them as Sharon Fruit, Kakis or Persimmons. There are several very different varieties but a ripe one, of any variety, is truly delicious.
Anyway, last night's treat was wonderful.. but what was this? She had cut the top off to give to me and there, nestling in the fruit were five seeds, each the size of a small and flat almond, we were mightily astonished, to say the least!
She is now off to make us a mug of LapySang, this tea goes remarkably well with a slice or two of tasty persimmon. Then she'll settle down to continue reading this most excellent of novels but before she can pick up the book, she must pick up the telephone and call our dearest friend Mister Tom in NYC.. but we do send chirps to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
February 5th, 2017.
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