Great Food Post

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Great Food Post

Kitchen Items

Kitchen Items

This week I decided to delve more deeply into the world of the internet.  I am in the process of developing an online store to market my limited editions.  I have completed three multi-hour tutorials on e-commerce, spending days glued to the computer.

In the process I disabled my Musings by accident.  It has taken me some time to figure out how to get it working again.  I finally figured out the puzzle about ten minutes ago.

SO . . . I have not had time to put thought into this weeks Musing.  Mea culpa.

However, as a blogger I read other people’s’ blogs.  And I like to eat.  There is one blog with simple recipes I enjoy and as this week’s contribution I am passing on to you the address.  Check it out.  It is usually fun.  If you like it, you can follow it like I do.

Rantings of an Amateur Chef

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Say What?

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Say What?

conversation

conversation

Last night I was watching the news and I began to focus on the language as it was being spoken.  Newscasters whose basic function is to communicate were setting the bar very low.

One of the stories being highlighted was about three young women who had been rescued in Ohio after being abducted nine, ten and thirteen years ago.  Over and over the newscaster used the phrase, “When they first disappeared . . . “  Doesn’t that bother you?    Would it not be better to say “When they disappeared . . . “?  How many times did they disappear?

I makes me think of people who say “When I first got  married . . . .”

Two other commentators instructed the viewers to “Take a listen”.  Say what?  How about “listen”?

Have you ever really thought about the sergeant who yells out “Listen up, men” or the mother who scolds, “Listen here, young man”.  Have you ever listened down or listened left?  How about listened back?  Or, listened over there?  Whatever happened to “Listen”?

This mangling of the language is an evolution.  Recently the word “disrespected” came into vogue.  ”He disrespected me”.  I had never heard such a thing.  I would have said,  ”He showed me disrespect.” or “He did not respect me”.   Grammatically the phrase, “He disrespected me” seems correct, but to me it sounds ignorant.

Old English Alphabet

Old English Alphabet

This change in the language has been going on for a long time.  There was not even an agreed upon alphabet until 1580.  In Old English it had been the abecede.  Spelling was not consisent.  Take the name “Shakespeare”.  According to Henry Hitchings, the author of The Language Wars, you can find it written many ways:  Shakspere, Shaxper, Shackspeare, Shexpere and many more.

Silent "k"

Silent “k”

The English Spelling Society started in 1908 (as the Simplified Spelling Society), and has the aim of raising awareness of the problems caused by the irregularity of English spelling and to promote remedies to improve literacy, including spelling reform.  It  is still in existence and you can go on the society website:  http://www.spellingsociety.org/.

One of the articles on the site reads as follows:

A brief history of English spelling

The first English writing system using the Roman alphabet was developed in the 7th century, after St. Augustine brought church Latin to the Saxons in Kent in 597. The language and spelling have both changed a great deal since then. They did not start to resemble current usage until 1348, when a series of plagues helped to end French domination over England and the English language. The system from which current English spelling conventions have developed was the one used by the poet Geoffrey Chaucer, who died in 1400.

Sadly, the orthography he used began to be diluted even during his lifetime. English became re-instated as the official language of England around 1430, after the 100 years war with France ended, and many of the scribes and clerks of court, who had hitherto written only French or Latin, had trouble switching to it. Their difficulties are chiefly responsible for most of the still surviving French spellings in words of French origin (table, double, centre) and spelling inconsistencies, such as ‘label - table’, ‘bubble – double’, ‘enter – centre’. Most words of French descent have been respellt to show their changed, anglicised pronunciation (e.g. ‘beef, battle, budge, count, government, mountain’ – from ‘boeuf, bouger, bataille, compter, gouvernement, montagne’), or respelt unfathomably (peuple – people).

Chaucer’s spelling system became even more seriously corrupted after 1476, when Caxton returned to London after 30 years on the Continent, to set up the first English printing press. To help him in this enterprise, he brought with him printers from Belgium who spoke little or no English and therefore made numerous spelling errors (e.g. ‘any, busy, citie’ for ‘eny, bisy, cittie’).

They were also paid by the line and fond of lengthening words to earn more money, or to make margins look neater. Many words with earlier simpler spellings became more complex and longer (frend – friend, hed – head, seson – season; fondnes – fondnesse, bad – badde, shal – shall).

The biggest dilution of English spelling patterns, however, occurred in the 16th century, during the printing of the first English bibles. They were printed abroad, because English bishops supported the Pope’s ban on translating the holy writ from Latin into native languages. After Martin Luther’s public questioning of the Pope’s infallibility in 1517 in Germany, many English people began to want to know exactly what the bible said, instead of just hearing about it from priests in their Sunday sermons. William Tyndale translated it, but he had to leave England to do so.

Tyndale lived in hiding, moving between Germany, Holland and Belgium, because spies in the employ of Sir Thomas More were constantly trying to track him down. His writings were therefore also printed abroad by people who spoke no English.

They were also much reprinted, because English bishops kept having them searched out, bought up and brought back for public burning outside St. Paul’s cathedral in London. With repeated copying, from increasingly corrupt copies, bible spellings became more and more varied. Yet they were the first and only book that many families ever bought, and learned to read and write from too.

When Sir Thomas More’s spies finally managed to track Tyndale down and have him hanged and then burnt at the stake near Brussels in 1536, printers began to change his spellings even more, along with his name, in order to disguise his authorship. By the second half of the 16thcentury English spelling had consequently become very chaotic, with hardly anyone knowing what its rules were. Elizabethan manuscripts consequently became full of different spellings for identical words, on the same page, even including the Queen’s own writings and the first authorised bible of 1611.

The spelling mess created during the first 100 years of English printing, mainly by foreign printers without any knowledge of English, led to calls for the standardisation of English spelling. The first steps towards this were taken by teachers who began to compile spelling lists for their pupils. One of them, Edmond Coote, published his in 1595 and called it ‘The English Schoolemaister’. It saved others the trouble, became very popular and also highly influential.

Coote cut many surplus letters inserted by printers (e.g. hadde – had, worde – word). He was greatly assisted by the pamphleteers of the English Civil War (1642-9) who liked words to be shorter in order to pack as much information onto a page as possible.

Unfortunately, they did not get rid of all surplus letters, and most of those which escaped their 17th C culling survive still (e.g. have, well, fuss, friend, build). Coote also paid no heed to the regularity of English spelling or ease of mastering it. His main aim was to help establish a single spelling for each word, opting for the one most often used.

When Samuel Johnson began work on his famous dictionary of 1755, quite a few English words still had more than one spelling, such as ‘there, there, thare, their’. He decided to link several hundred alternative spellings to differences in meaning, as was already beginning to happen, and thereby helped to make learning to spell English even more difficult. Mercifully, he did not apply this to at least 2000 others, such as ‘arm/arme, mean/mene’.

I find all this interesting.  I just disrespect a person who when he first got married told his bride to listen up.

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From Whence Cometh Thou?

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Today we are going to Muse about finding one’s roots.  If this is your first visit, welcome to Musings. If you have been here before, welcome back. Over time we are going to talk about many things: the past, the present, perhaps the future, travel, art, society and more. Wherever my musing takes me. I hope you will come along with me. Click to check out my artwork

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From Whence Cometh Thou?

family tree

family tree

My great-grandmother, Clara Beauchamp, came to America in the mid 1800′s after sailing from England to Australia and then to San Francisco, not one trip, but still pretty impressive. One of my grandfathers worked on the Panama Canal as a boy and was later a professional baseball player in the Southern League.  The other grandfather had shoe stores.  Two of my great-grandfathers fought on the Union side at Gettysburg.

That pretty much sums up what I knew of my family history.

Fast forward, several years ago I was contacted by a distant cousin who was researching the Tribby family as part of a larger project underway with the Tarvin Family Association, the Tribbys being descended from one of the Tarvin women.  He wanted to know if I was a Tribby whose father was Maurice Beauchamp and whose grandfather was Maurice Leslie.  I told him, “yes” and that is how I learned about the Tarvin Family.  The Tarvin family is linked to the original Jamestown Settlement in Virginia.

But still I knew very little of my family origins.  I had been told that we were English, Irish, Scottish and Welch.  I suspected that we went back to the Norman Conquest because of the family name, Beauchamp, which in English is pronounced Beach ham but in French would be Bow shaamp.

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So fast forward again, and my younger brother has been researching family using Ancestry.com and he got me interested.

It is fun and relatively easy.  You might like it and you will learn a lot.

When you enter a name in your lineage, if there is information or records about this person, a green leaf will appear next to their name indicating one or more hints about the person.  These might be a marriage license, a birth or death notice, census data or family trees of other people who are  related to the individual.  So many people are researching genealogy that there is a great deal of information already recorded about thousands and thousands of families.

I was amazed at what I did not know. because I never really gave it any thought.  By the time you are considering your great-grandparents, three generations back, you are dealing with sixteen ancestors.  I only knew of six.  The other ten family lines were unknown to me.

Well that is largely changed now.  I can trace a part of my family back to 550AD.  In the 1400′s the family is linked to titled nobility.  Going back in time nobility married and gave birth to nobility.  There is a great deal of public historic information about these families so the research has already been done for the most part.  And it is kind of fun to see Barons and Earls, Sir Knights and Kings and so forth as part of one’s heritage.  I wonder where it all went.  Hah!

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What is astounding is to consider the number of persons involved.  My family link to the Jamestown Settlement is Adam Thoroughgood, who arrived at the colony in 1621.  He is my 9th great-grandfather.  That is eleven generations back. With each generation the number of individuals doubles.  You have one father, two grandfathers, four great-grandfathers, eight great-great-grandfathers and so on.  By the time you reach eleven generations into the past you could have, by my calculation, 1,024 9th great-grandfathers.

Norman Invaders

If Ancestry.com is telling the truth, William the Conqueror is my 28th great-grandfather, 30 generations back.  If you do the math there could be as many as 536,870,912 28th great-grandfathers and a like number of 28th great-grandmothers.  I don’t think there were that many people living in all Europe in 1066AD.  Obviously some of the lines did not make it.

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My 1950 Ford Coupe

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My 1950 Ford Coupe

While in high school I lived overseas.  I never had the opportunity to drive.  I used city buses or my parents.  When I went off to the University of Washington in Seattle I did not have a car.  I used city buses or I bummed a ride with friends. I didn’t feel deprived, but like most young people I wished I had a car.  A car meant mobility and freedom.

During my senior year at the university, (I had transferred down to University of California, Berkeley) my great-aunt, Aunt Elsie,  decided she could no longer drive and my father bought her car for me.  It was a 1950 Ford Coupe like this, same color and everything.

1950_Ford_Coupe_

1950_Ford_Coupe_

Well it was not exactly like this.  Aunt Elsie had the rear seat removed.  She was tired of people asking her for rides around town.

This was a pretty nice car.

1950_ford_Interior

1950_ford_Interior

Clean interior.  Manual shift. Wind wings.  And, heavy with thick steel construction. One thing it did not have . . . turn signals.  They were optional when the car was manufactured and Aunt Elsie was frugal.  No turn signals.  It was also manufactured before the use of seat belts.  No seat belts.

My father was living in Indio, California at the time.  He drove the Ford from Arizona to his home and I joined him over Easter.  I spent several hours each day driving around the area, working on my ability to shift and to signal.

Arm Signals

Arm Signals

This seems pretty simple today, but it was big time and exciting for me in that it is my first car.

At the end of spring break I drove north to Berkeley.  That is a trip of about 500 miles.  I took the back roads where possible and savored the experience.  I loved it. In the months that followed I was all over the Bay area.  It was a little unnerving because I did not have turn signals.  But it was fun.

One cold damp evening I was in San Francisco visiting a friend.  He lived close to North Beach.  This was in the days of Carol Doda who performed at the Condor Club.

North East corner of Broadway and Columbus. Carol Doda's Condor Club

North East corner of Broadway and Columbus. Carol Doda’s Condor Club

Carol Dodo

Carol Doda

We found this area pretty interesting.  Hmmm!

One thing characteristic of the area is steep hills.  That became an issue as the brakes

San Franciso Hills

San Francisco Hills

failed.  Pedal to the floor . . . no brakes.  Scary!  I got a real quick lesson in down shifting and using the hand brake as we careened down the roadway.

It turned out that when my father picked up the car for me, he had it serviced.  The mechanic forgot to put  the cap on the hydraulic fluid container and every time the brake was applied a bit of the fluid would be pumped out.  That night the last of the hydraulic fluid was lost and the brakes failed.  Fortunately my friend and I were not hurt.  Scared but not hurt.

My love affair with the Ford ended several months later.  I was on the way to a movie and lost in thought when I ran a stop sign.  A station wagon was coming through the intersection.  I still remember someone yelling, “He is coming through!” just before I broadsided them.  They were not going fast.  Nor was I. But I hit them dead center at the door jamb and it punctured my radiator and twisted the frame of my car.

No one was hurt. The police came and took a report.  My car was hauled away.  The other fellows drove away.  The police left.  And I was on foot in a distant part of the city.

Later I signed over the car to the tow service to pay the towing and storage fees.

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Fromage

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Fromage

Ah fromage, the sweet smell of cheese!

I discovered Gruyère cheese when I went off to University.  It is now one of my favorite cheeses.  Growing up I remember Kraft cheeses, Parmesan cheese shredded in the green can and mild cheese like Colby.  My mother was fond of Limburger but I wasn’t up to that.  I would bring my friends to the frig and have them smell it and I would say, “My mother eats that!”  I don’t remember Gruyère growing up or when I first became aware of it but by my college years it was one of my favorites.

The summer following my freshman year at the University I was in France.  My family lived in Nomeny in the Alsace-Lorraine region.  I had a summer job at a nearby Air Force base.  There I met a fellow about my age and we became friends.

One weekend he suggested we go together to a  dance he had heard about.  He had access to a car.  A Deux chevaux similar to this.

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Deux_chevaux_mg

Great!  Girls, car, dance . . . that was all good.  Nomeny shut down with the setting sun.  Pretty boring for a young randy guy.

So he picked me up and off we headed for the dance.  I remember it was about thirty miles away.  In those days the roads were narrow, winding and dark.  About fifteen minutes into our drive, out in the countryside, we passed a small commercial van parked at the side of the road in the dark.  It was about this size.

Citroen Van

Citroen Van

The driver was standing looking at the van and he did not appear happy.  As we blew past him I said to my friend,  “Maybe he needs help.  Why don’t we go back and see?”

And we did.  Turned out that he had run out of petrol.  He had an empty gas can.  So that was easy enough.  We told him to get in and we would take him to a gas station and back.

At this time my French was about as accomplished as that of a two-year old and my friend spoke none.  Our gasless friend spoke no English.  I don’t know how but somehow we learned that he was in the cheese business.  That was his cheese van.  I told him how fond I was of Gruyère cheese.

We had this simple conversation as we went looking for petrol.  We didn’t realize what a challenge we faced.  Rural France shut down at dark.  At Village and town, one after another, we found all the petrol stations closed and dark.  Finally, after driving about forty five miles in back country roads we found an open station.  Huzzah!

He got his gas and we got him back to his van.  He was very thankful and wanted to pay us.  We said, “No. No. That was not necessary.”  And we prepared to leave.  He said, “attendee” and he ran to his van.  Back he came carrying half a wheel of Gruyère cheese which he gave us and which we accepted.

gruyere-vieuxThat is a lot of cheese.

So we headed off again to the dance an hour or so late but pleased with ourselves.  When we got there we had a dilemma . . . what to do with the cheese.  Why we did not leave it in the car I do not recall, but we decided not to.  Instead, we checked the cheese wheel in the coat room.

The dance was fun.  We had a good time but eventually we had to head home.  I retrieved the cheese.  Oh my Gawd, the coat room smelled like Gruyère cheese.  Everyone was sooo pleased!

Ah the sweet smell of cheese!

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