Monday, July 27, 2020

Pandemic musings by R Cane




Pandemic musings … of bygone days


The pandemic sure has us looking for interesting things to do. Reminiscences float up!

Recently I found myself daydreaming and reminiscing about the old days in Los Angeles and Hollywood-West Hollywood in the 1950's when I was growing up… I remembered the Helms Bakery Truck that came by .. and how it was such a big part of our world back then. Everyone loved the Helms Truck ! Those were the daze - when stuffs came to you ! 

I got to remembering some of the old neighborhoods – and recalled the various other vagabond vendor trucks coming thru with products for sale .. the odd rag man, or junk man collecting scrap metals and glass .. a few times,  I saw  “Tinkers” trucks roll thru …. calling out products in a sing song chant --selling dry goods and loaded mostly with cookware and kitchen stuff, but they also sharpened knives while you waited.

In the early 50's, incinerators were common in our backyards … my morning chores included going out to burn the trash in the backyard incinerator before leaving for school on the weekly 'burn days'. LA in the morning in mid 1950's often looked like classic pictures of steel mills belching and churning out smoke . On those days the LA basin would fill with soot and smoke from all the incinerators burning. We had that smokey-haze – long before it was called  'smog' .. but I digress … we had separate metal lidded trash cans for glass, for metals and cans, and for wet garbage – all paper and burnables went to the incinerator ! Recycling was standard operating procedure.

I can picture old Ford flatbed trucks loaded high with watermelons – or fruit in season – citrus' ; oranges, grapefruits, lemons, limes,  by the lug avocados, apples, pears, and peaches. The trucks would go slowly, creeping thru the neighborhoods …usually with young men trotting along each side of the street to run and pick the perfect melon, or lug of fruit for anyone who called out from a porch. A rolling produce stand!

Jingle playing neighborhood ice cream trucks are still around, but I vividly recall waiting every day in the summer of 1958 for the 6 pm (just after dinner) Good Humor truck. I knew that jingle meant I could get a 20 cent caramel sundae, and a 15 cent 'drumstick' cone for sis. 25 cent Eskimo pies were favorites of the adults.

The best and most regular truck and everyone’s favorite .. (and one we actually counted on regularly for wonderful breads and baked goods ) – was the Helms Bakery truck and the 'Helmsman' who knew what everybody liked.




He brought us special orders and the best pastries and doughnuts .. the incredible smell when they opened the doors – oh my! I would try to catch a sniff even when I couldn't get anything that day. The man would roll out the endlessly deep wooden drawers of gorgeous baked goods and breads .. always incredible arrays of tempting and inviting doughnuts and pastries .. the Helms truck always came the same days and times … and we could hear the unmistakable whistle down the block. We knew heaven was just rolling up !

I'm surprised that I've lived long enough to actually recall the old time "Ice Man" bringing blocks of ice to my grandmother's fridge …an old Ice Box - literally! .. this is one of my first kitchen memories .. I was amazed at he wrangled the big ice tongs -- slinging a huge and heavy crystal clear block of ice - all the way from the street truck … down the drive, and up the high back steps to the kitchen.Then he would swap out of the remaining mostly melted ice and water, and then install the new block.

We also had milk delivery companies over the years – Milk delivery was in glass bottles and more common than getting store milk in cartons!

The first milkman I recall was grandmothers delivery man – who wore a crisp white outfit and white, black brimmed, service hat. I would follow him to and from that wonderful specialized milk truck, just to see what he had inside, or bring back last minute requests from grandma. He always had eggs, a line of cheeses, hard and soft like cottage cheese large curd, buttermilk and yogurt - cream in every stage; sweet to sour, and a  panoply of other specialized dairy goods.Often fresh orange or other juices. He knew our regular order, but we had little order slips to put in the empty milk bottles to place orders - in case of a substitute driver. 

Other home delivery services I recall using or having … all long gone now  -- dead as the dinosaurs.

Tailors came to the house to fit clothes - over and over till they were fitted! 

Dry Cleaners would pick up / drop off at no extra charge - same day service too. 

Diaper and Linen services would bring / exchange diapers and linens.

Butchers delivered meats cut to order.

Water was delivered to homes - every one had a water cooler; Sparkletts, Arrowhead etc.

Pharmacies delivered 'same day' or night. 

Neighborhood Grocery stores had bicycle delivery – bigger stores delivered with panel trucks – but grocery delivery was common, easy, and and practical.

Doctors actually made home visits !My friend has a receipt for birth at home in 1940 -- The doctors fee was $1.75, and the attending nurse was $1 more – total bill was exorbitant at $2.75 !

I recall several times having a doctor visit me at home as a kid .. it was common and not the least bit expensive or unusual.

Besides deliveries, neighborhoods were social centers for kids. Scouts and Grade School Kids went door to door selling and collecting for various school, church, or charity drives and sales ..

Remember school paper drives ? Or your class selling some cookies, cards, or subscriptions?

I recall how all us kids went door to door with pillow cases for candy on Halloween .. and you knew all the folks on your street !.

Didja ever have a bicycle 'Paper Route', and learn the fine art of folding and delivering 130 papers … precisely on the porch mat ?

When your car needed help, mechanics gladly came to you to fix your car ; flat tires, 6 volt battery boost, charge or jump, maybe a little fiddle with the carburetor float, or other shade tree mechanical stuff – often taking pay only for parts -- and refusing pay for the labor !

The pandemic may bring some of these kinds of services back again … home delivering is the wave of the future for the pandemic quarantined folks .. but now ...  

... WE LOVE PIES !!!  What to do Percy? ... Pie Delivery ? ..  Perhaps that's the answer ?

I want to know where home delivered pies fit in ? Everyone loves pie, and in these troubled times we need truthful comfort food now more than ever … and as is often said .. 
... PIE DON'T LIE !

Pie Delivery indeed !  We need the Helms Truck again !





Is that Pie in the Sky?


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Thursday, July 23, 2020

El Rancho S-OH-S Part 12 by KimB

Episode Candles

No House...

  No Well...

    ...No Power


Act 1 Scene 12 Candles
sound effect: phone ringtones

Moi Allo?
Power Hi! Good News!
We have done all the preliminary work to install the electrical power, and everything is Good To Go!
Moi Ohh?
Power Yes! All the paper work is done, the technical drawings are completed, the electrical load calculated. All Good.
Moi Hmm?
Power So we are ready to move forward with a contract, which will include the bill of materials and pricing.
Moi Ummm?
Power And we have just checked and you are eligible for a special limited offer of a matching grant to help offset costs.
Moi Oooh???
Power Let me see, yes there it is... yes.. yes... your deposit fully covers all costs!
Moi Ahhhh?
Power You won't be charged for upgrading the transformer or upgrades on our power pole!
Moi Ehhh??
Power Let me look further ... there's more. You are going to get 75% of your deposit refunded too!
Moi Oi??
Power Yes, yes and we can start in a few days.
Yes things are moving right along.
Moi Eeehh?
Power Just a few more items to fill out...
Moi Ummm?
Power The house is built, right?
The well is in and ready to connect, right?
Moi Aaah?
Power You do have a house built?
Moi Eep?
Power Oh... no house.
You do have the well drilled and pumps ready?
Moi Eeeps?
Power Oh. We have a problem ....
Moi Ayeee?
Power WE, Do Not provide power for
  1. general lighting
  2. equipment or machinery use
  3. recharging stations
  4. security cameras
  5. computer systems
Moi Huh?
Power WE are THE Public Electrical Utility
but we only provide electricity to homes or wells.
Moi Aarrp?
Power
No House...

  No Well...

    ...No Power
Moi Wha???
Power You will have to use candles.


End Act 1 Scene 12 Candles
sound effect: click, dead air


Candle Power
Candle Power


Sunday, July 19, 2020

A Lasagna Story by D. Vour



Lasagna – 1971


In 1970-71, I was attending the University of Bordeaux in France. On spring break my girlfriend and I went to spend 2 weeks with friends in England. They lived about a 40 minute  drive out of London in a wonderful modern 2 story cottage that overlooked a huge tract of land that had previously been the US 8th Air Force base in the Great War. In 1970 it was a vast tract of fields with copses' of trees on either side of an old crumbling runway … nice view!

It was a lovely and idyllic tract. The perfect place for hi-brow equestrian shenanigans – “Hunting to the Hounds”. We were entertained twice watching large packs of aristocrats and beagles – in their native setting – "Riding to the Hounds", on magnificent steeds – showing amazing horsemanship; jumping fences and rock walls, and dodging trees and low branches .. howling hounds and a yelping fox on the run --- just like a movie – but I digress.

'Buffy' and Allen were a delightful young couple – By day, he was a successful banker in London’s financial district, with bowler hat and brolly; the classic look. By night he was a folk music fan and musician. He rode the daily commute train to London, but the 40 minute drive by car was scenic, passing through Sherwood Forest of fame.

I happened to meet Allen by chance in a famous London music store – when I was passing thru on my way to Paris .. He heard my American accent and we struck up a conversation about musicians we knew in common. After chatting a bit, I was hungry and he invited me for a quick trip to the next door pub – for a pint and some fantastic free food; we became friends. He invited me and my girlfriend to stay and visit on our next school break.

Spring Break rolled up and we headed to London.

We had a wonderful spring break visit with our friends – lots of sightseeing and shopping. For fun we were able to swap classic meals and dishes of the UK and USA – they made us wonderful 'puddings' and other traditional food .. bangers and mash, Indian foods and such. We were able to share some 'classic' American cooking for them .. to everyone’s culinary delight !

One Saturday morning we got up early and went down the country lane to gather wild blackberries along the road .. and made a big mess of blackberry pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast for all. Flapjacks were a totally a new experience for them and a huge hit. It was repeated once more by request before leaving … I think from all the oooh's and ahhh's, flapjacks beat out the old familiar crepes , and were enthusiastically received !!

For our farewell dinner – and to show our gratitude -- we decided to make a classic deluxe lasagna …with which, they were totally unfamiliar - and had never tasted. A new treat!

It took most of the day running from one village to another – finding small specialty shops to source all the needed ingredients for a real classic lasagna. We got everything needed!

We shooed everyone out of the kitchen whilst we made the lasagna. Once in the oven - as it baked - the house filled with a wonderful aroma of sauces and cheeses – smelling better and better as time passed. Soon everyone’s mouth was watering, and we could barely wait for dinner. The lasagna was a huge hit – tasting even better than it smelled.
The next day, they were still super enthused about the lasagna, and wanted us to tell them how to make it.

We were running tight for time – our London train was about to pull out – so in the bustle to make the train, amidst hugs and goodbyes' , we hurriedly told them the main bits of the recipe. The conductor was shooing us insistently to board immediately as the train lurched into motion.

With goodbye waves, we called out the final ingredients and cooking directions as we picked up steam ! With thumbs up, and big farewell waves, we were headed to London. – all agreeing to meet again over the winter holidays. We returned to school in France

When the Christmas holiday came, we decided to have a classic English Christmas at the invitation of our UK friends. We were headed back to London.

A grand journey ensued – riding the famed the 'Night Train to Paris' .. then connections to the Hovercraft flight over the channel .. the train to London .. finally meeting up at Charring Cross Station. We arrived after a fun trip , but had barely gotten off the train when Buffy and Allen spotted us. First off – before howdy's and hello's , we got questioned about the Lasagna recipe !!? – It was clear this was important ?! We ambled down the platform toward the street …

What kind of cheese did you say to use ? “ – they urgently asked !!

Ricotta” !

Oh my ! – that explains a lot !?!? “ 

That’s when they regaled us with an amazing culinary adventure. They were so impressed with our lasagna meal, they wanted to show off – for the boss and some special guests.

They had followed our instructions perfectly, but during 'cocktails', whilst it baked .. it was soon clear from the aroma wafting from the kitchen, that this wasn’t the warm cozy comfort food aroma they expected !? The aroma became an odor, and more pungent as the clock ticked away, and soon the place started to reek ! Guests were politely stepping outside! 

Enough is enough !!!!

Holding his breath, Allen bravely ran into the kitchen and pulled the foul smelling lasagna pan from the oven – whisking it directly out the back door directly into the trash can !

What on earth ??” – we asked in astonishment – wondering what happened ?

They said simultaneously –

.. We thought you said – Roquefort ! !??”


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Sunday, July 12, 2020

Stories

I recently watched the TV marathon of a highly popular program on PBS. During a phone call, I mentioned that I was watching it and the caller said, "Oh, that Soap Opera". I was a little taken aback at the description, but I agreed, yes, it is a soap opera, and we went on to talk of other things.

Later I got to thinking about soap operas and exactly what made them different from other stories. With a little research on the net, I found definitions of the following:

Story Types
Soap Opera
A drama, preformed as a serial on daytime TV or radio, characterized by dramatic displays of motion.
Saga
A long story or poem telling the sequence of events; an epic tale or legend.
Literature
Writings in which expression and form, creating a connection with ideas of permanent and universal interest are essential features in poetry, history, novels, biography and essays.
Greek Tragedies
A play in which the drama is based on human suffering, invoking an accompanying catharsis or pleasure in audiences.
Famous storytellers
Shakespeare
Considered the greatest storyteller of all time.
Homer
Stories of war and adventure.
Dickens
Melodramatic satires, human behaviors, social criticism.
Chekov
Short fictions, plays with forms of storytelling.
Tagore
Infusing characters with life, explores bonds between humans.
Fairtales
Aesop's Fables
Anderson's Fairy Tales
Arabian Nights
Grim's Fairy Tales
Legend of King Arthur
Perrault's Fairy Tales
  (Sleeping Beauty, Tom Thumb, Puss in Boots)
Walt Disney
  (Mickey Mouse, stories for all ages)
Stephen King


Friday, July 10, 2020

Birdfeeders

There is a large, cylinder shaped bird feeder at each of the narrow, floor to ceiling windows at opposite ends of a wall in the room where I usually sit when knitting.

I have nice views that stretch beyond our lawn and the street passing our house. There are pastures, fenced with white piping, where horses graze, with a black and white goat that keeps the horses company.

Aside from the TV screen, I can vary my glances between knitting stitches to the bird feeders or to the horses in the fields beyond.

We don't always fill the bird feeders from the top; we just fill the circular, rimmed shelf at the bottom of the feeder that catches all the seeds spilled by birds at the little open doors staggered around the cylinder. We have doves, Redwing black birds, one Blue Jay and a beautiful red Cardinal that come to the feeders regularly.

And --- we also have 'The Big Q'.

That's what we call the Squirrel that comes to gorge on birdseed. We don't say the word, 'Squirrel' out loud. If we do, Bingo, our dog, starts barking and jumping, begging to go outside to run the yard fence. There is a very brave, but cautious Squirrel that runs along the top rail or just sits on the top fence rail and dares the dog to catch him. I can't be certain that it's the same squirrel that eats out birdseed, but I have a hunch it's the one and same.


Wednesday, July 08, 2020

The Far Horizon

[Editor's Post]

Take me to the fair!
A Memory of the Fair by Esther
[Editor's note: This story was written by Esther]
Thursday, June 11, 2009

Art!!!
Golden Rings by Marion 2010
[Editor's note: Art: Golden Rings by Marion 2010]
Saturday, November 06, 2010


Sunday, July 05, 2020

World famous phrases

Among the most famous words ever uttered, potent with consequences, is a phrase representing the moral foundation of the philosophy of the United States. It is the second sentence of the Declaration of Independence,

  "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

The Declaration was followed by the Preamble to the Constitution as a statement of intentions and purpose of the highest law of the land.

  "We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, so ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."

The Preamble is not a law. It does not define the powers of government or individual rights. It replaced the Articles of Confederation.


Saturday, July 04, 2020

July 4th 2020



Independence Bell-July 4, 1776
poet unknown


There was a Tumult in the city
In the quaint old Quaker town,
And the streets were rife with people
Pacing restless up and down-
People gathering at corners,
Where they whispered each to each,
And the sweat stood on their temples
With the earnestness of speech.


As the bleak Atlantic currents
Lash the wild Newfoundland shore,
So they beat against the State House,
So they surged against the door;
And the mingling of their voices
Made the harmony profound,
Till the quiet street of Chestnut
Was all turbulent with sound.


"Will they do it?"  "Dare they do it?"
"Who is speaking?"  "What's the news?"
"What of Adams?"  "What of Sherman?"
"Oh, God grant they won't refuse!"
"Make some way there!"  "Let me nearer!"
"I am stifling!"  "Stifle then!"
When a nation's life's at hazard,
We've no time to think of men!"


So they surged against the State House,
While all solemnly inside,
Sat the Continental Congress,
Truth and reason for their guide,
O'er a simple scroll debating,
Which, though simple it might be,
Yet should shake the cliffs of England
With the thunders of the free.


Far aloft in that high steeple
Sat the bellman, old and gray,
He was weary of the tyrant
And his iron-sceptered sway;
So he sat with one hand ready
On the clapper of the bell,
When his eye could catch the signal,
The long expected news to tell.


See! See! the dense crowd quivers
through all its lengthy line,
As the boy beside the portal
Hastens forth to give the sign!
With his little hands uplifted,
Breezes dallying with his hair,
Hark! with deep, clear intonation,
Breaks his young voice on the air.


Hushed the people's swelling murmur,
Whilst the boy cries joyously;
"Ring!" he shouts, "Ring! Grandpapa,
Ring! oh, ring for Liberty!"
Quickly, at the given signal
The old bellman lifts his hand,
Forth he sends the good news, making
Iron music through the land.


How they shouted! What rejoicing!
How the old bell shook the air,
Till the clang of freedom ruffled,
The calmly gliding Delaware!
How the bonfires and the torches
Lighted up the night's repose,
And from the flames, like fabled Phoenix,
Our glorious liberty arose!


That old State House bell is silent,
Hushed is now its clamorous tongue;
But the spirit it awakened
Still is living - ever young;
And when we greet the smiling sunlight
On the fourth of each July,
We will ne'er forget the bellman
Who, betwixt the earth and sky
Rung out, loudly, "Independence";
Which, please God, shall never die!