Saturday, July 1, 2017

Trump Buyers Remorse


            I have been seeing an ever increasing number of stories on-line recently about disappointed Trump voters who didn't get what they expected in return for their votes.  Latinos who voted Trump are being deported.  Coal miners and factory workers who voted Trump are being laid off while their jobs still go overseas.   Women who voted Trump are seeing their gender being defamed, criticized, and held back more than ever.  Sick and elderly people who voted Trump are seeing Trump and Republicans try every trick in the book to take away their health care insurance and kill them off because they cost too much to keep alive.  The number of disappointed and betrayed Trump voters grows each day.

            Maybe I should feel sorry for such people, but I don't.  They failed to use common sense , they willingly bought into what were obvious lies, they voted with bigotry in their hearts, and they willingly cut off their noses to spite their faces just to destroy the system they had instead of voting for those who wanted to improve it.  Now they must reap what they have sown.  Unfortunately, a lot of innocents will suffer with them.

            The ever increasing number of disappointed and betrayed Trump voters reminds me of the old story of the man, the river, and the snake.  In the story a man walks up to a river that he must wade across to get to the other side.  He hears a voice and looks down. He sees a poisonous snake on the ground.  The snake says, "Please help me get to the higher ground on the other side of the river.  Help me and I will reward you with great riches.  I cannot get there by myself.  I need your help." 

            The man answers, "I can't help you.  You are a poisonous snake and you will bite me and I will die."

            The snake replies, "No, I won't.  I am a good snake.  I am the best!  I promise I won't hurt you.  Help me and I will give you everything you could want.  I'll even help you destroy all those bad people on the other side of the river.  It will be great!  It will be huge!"

            The man says, "Well, OK then.  I believe you.  I'll help you get to the other side."

            The man then picked up the poisonous snake and placed him in a position of trust upon his shoulder.  The two them started wading across the river.

            When the man and the snake reached the middle of the river, the snake suddenly bit the man in the neck.  As the poisonous venom entered the man's blood stream, he grew weaker, and he and the snake both slowly began to sink to their doom beneath the water.  The dying man cried out, "I trusted you.  You seemed so sincere.  Why did you bite me?  Now we'll both die!"

            The snake was already under water so he couldn't reply.  He did however pull out his smart phone and tweeted out, "I couldn't help myself, that's my nature.  I'm a snake."

            There you go.  Help a poisonous snake … expect to get bit.  Vote for a rich con man who never helped or cared for anybody except himself and his own in his entire life, and expect to get betrayed.  Like the con men say, "There's a sucker born every minute!"  Or, as the Christian Bible says, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap!"                                                                                                                          Those who voted for and elected Trump in the last election shouldn't be surprised that they are now being bit.  No sir, I don't feel sorry for them at all.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Ralph Hoffman- A Forgotten Veteran,

         Veteran's Day is tomorrow, and even though the United States died this past Tuesday and was replaced by a Fascist country of bigots and racists called Trumpland, it is appropriate that we remember a forgotten and unrecognized U.S.A. veteran of World War I.             Ralph Hoffman served in World War I.  He is buried in the South Salem Cemetery at South Salem, Ohio.  His grave had no flag and no veteran's memorial plaque.  I thought it a disgrace to our formerly free country that his grave has been unmarked for all these years after his death.  I had an extra flag so I put one on his grave myself.  I  hope that whoever decorates the graves next year will remember Ralph.           I have attached pictures of Ralph Hoffman's grave, after I placed a flag upon it, and a 1915 picture of him when he was in the U.S. Army.


Sunday, October 16, 2016

People in Egypt Are Like Us


            I have just returned from a long trip to Egypt.  It was my first time in this very ancient country.  Like many people, I had always been fascinated by ancient Egyptian monuments and civilization.  When a tour with everything that I wanted to see came up at a reasonable price, I jumped at the opportunity and the chance to finally realize one of the biggest goals on my bucket list. 

            I found Egypt to be just as enjoyable as I had hoped.  The ancient monuments were as dazzling and fantastic as I had always heard.  The Nile River was even more amazing and important than I had ever imagined.  Exploring the monuments and the river are worth making the trip, but getting to know a nation's people and culture are where the heart of any trip lies.  Egypt is no different.  

            Unfortunately, when one takes the path of a fully guided tour, one experiences a somewhat rose-colored and spoon fed version of the local culture, but, even with that, there is still some opportunity to get to know a few real people.  I always like to learn as much as I can.

            The first thing you notice upon arrival in Egypt are the soldiers and the machine gun emplacement guarding the entrance and exit to the airport.  Then, as you proceed to your hotel, and later on through the country, you will see frequent checkpoints, especially at tourist sites, where soldiers and policemen watch everything from behind steel armor-plated shields.  Other police and soldiers in white uniforms, wearing side arms or carrying automatic AR-15 type rifles, supplement the checkpoints and make note of all movement.  Our tour bus had to pull over several times each day as we progressed from one location to another so that the police could check our bus for bombs, run us through and occasional security scanner, and record our number and country of origin. 

            I was told that a military service commitment of one year is compulsory for all Egyptian men upon reaching adulthood.  I was also told that any active duty soldier has the right to stop any person anywhere at any time to check their identification and travel papers, and to jail or cite them if their papers are not in order, or if their personal appearance and clothes are not clean and respectable.  I noticed that the Egyptian people all seemed to be clean in appearance, with close shaved faces or well trimmed beards and clean, hole free clothing, and I had wondered at this marvel.  There were no slobs or kids with their pants hanging down to their ankles in Egypt.  It appears that the soldiers are doing a very thorough job.                

            The second thing that one notices when arriving in Egypt, at least in Cairo, is the insane traffic.  The main road in the city consists of four traffic lanes in each direction, but the four lanes can suddenly and without warning turn into seven lanes of traffic.  Cars, buses, and trucks cram into every possible available space in order to get ahead of everybody else.  Vehicles are sometimes only inches apart.  Pedestrians walk across the road as if the traffic doesn't even exist and drivers go around them just the same as if both vehicle and pedestrian are surrounded by several feet of bouncy bubble wrap.  Horns honk every few feet.  There are no traffic lights and there are no left hand turns across traffic.  The whole scene reminds one of a crowd in a theater trying to reach the exit after hearing the word "fire"! 

            Every car in Cairo has scratches and dents, regardless of whether the vehicle is new or old.  Most vehicles don't even stop if they bump someone else.  Comprehensive and liability insurance is not required by law, and is not wanted by most.  If one's vehicle is damaged in an accident, regardless of the damage to the car or one's body, one does not usually sue the other driver, even if the accident was the other driver's fault.  One merely accepts any loss, medical costs, and hardship as being one's fate, and then forgives the other driver (ideally) and moves on with his life as best as he can.

            Because of the large amount of cars, garbage fires in the streets, and other pollutants, Egypt has heavy smog from one end of the country to the other.  The smog makes it harder to breathe.  At night, one cannot see the stars because of the smog, even in areas away from the city.

            The people of Egypt, at least the educated people, are very concerned with the election in the United States.  They want to know, and seriously worry about, whether all Americans are bigots, misogynists, and haters of Muslims, as Donald Trump portrays us to be.  They worry that Trump is going to start a campaign of persecution, and even worse, against Muslims if he is elected.  The people who discussed the election with me and my fellow tourists said that they have regarded America as the shining example of acceptance, equal opportunity, and freedom in the world, but now they worry that it may be something worse than they could ever have imagined.

            The Egyptians that I talked to said they wanted to make it clear to Americans that they are not terrorists.  All they want is the same thing in life that every other person wants - a chance to live safely in peace, without fear, and to be able to take care of their families and earn a decent living.  They say that Islam is basically a peaceful religion, but Islam does have its share of psychopaths, just like Christianity or any other religion.  They want us to know that they, and Islam, do not support these psychopaths. 

            It is true that Islam does require Muslims to practice jihad, or holy war.  However, jihad originally means that one must protect himself and his religion when he is attacked, not go out and attack others.  It is not permissible to just go out and attack whoever is different from you, and it is not permissible under jihad to kill or harm women and children, unless they first attack you.  In fact, the Egyptians told me, someone who violates these tenants will go to hell, under Islam, instead of getting 70 virgins in heaven.  The 70 virgins story is a myth, told for the benefit of those who are ignorant and easily manipulated.

            I was surprised to learn that everyday Egyptians seem to know, and take it for granted, that Saudi Arabia is mostly responsible for the current terrorism spreading throughout the world.  They say that many rich Saudis financially pay for many of the terrorist attacks throughout the world.  Saudi Arabia also requires a book from a radical Islamist, written hundreds of years after the Koran, to be taught in their schools.  The book teaches that Muslims must kill anyone (ANYONE!) that is different from them, making terror acts and murder the official policy of Saudi Arabia.  The Egyptians that I talked to made it clear that if we want to bring terrorism under control, we have to first deal with Saudi Arabia.  Saudi Arabia is not the friend that many in power in our government claim it to be.

            Another very important thing that one will notice in Egypt is the condition of the public restrooms.  I only used the mens' restrooms, of course, but I found most to be filthy, in poor repair, occasionally lacking water, always lacking paper, and in general, always disgusting.  Egypt wants to build up their tourism industry, but, in my opinion, Egypt should be ashamed to offer such restrooms to those visiting their country. 

            One interesting thing about Egyptian restrooms is that you will find outside each restroom entrance, a man, woman, or child who will hand you four sections of toilet paper to use for any and all purposes while inside.  In return, you are expected to hand them at least one Egyptian pound coin, which is about 10 cents U.S.  Egypt is a poor country and this type of begging is the only way some people can make a living.  I suspected many times that these people stole the paper from the restrooms early in the day just so users would have to give them money for the paper.

            Ask for coffee in Egypt and you will get Nescafe instant coffee, not brewed.  The food is somewhat bland, but includes plenty of lentils, local fruits, vegetables, pita bread, Tahini and similar spreads, and stews, at least where I ate.  

            There is no middle class in Egypt.  You are either poor or you are well off.  There is no welfare or government support system for the sick, poor, or aged.  Each person has to work or depend upon their family to live.  The oldest able bodied male is responsible for the well being of the women in his family.  Our tour bus drove by a large cemetery one day.  Our guide informed us that over 500,000 people lived with the dead in the cemetery because they could not afford to rent or buy a house or apartment and they did not have any family to take care of them.  We have homeless people here in America too who live in cemeteries, so I guess the practice is not all that unusual.                                      

            Most average Egyptian people live in apartment buildings which they either rent or buy.  The apartments are as plain as a cardboard box on the outside and made of concrete and brick.  They have no decorations and no attempt is made to make the exterior look appealing.  The buildings looked like giant bee hives to me.  I wasn't able to go inside one of the apartments, but I was told that the interiors are decorated nicely, just like any other home. 

            I was privileged to attend a wedding after-party at my hotel while I was in Cairo.  In the after party, the bride and groom come out into public view to dance to live music so as to proclaim their marriage and joy to the world.  The bride in her white wedding gown, and the groom in his new dark suit, descended the decorated hotel stairs, and led several dances in the hotel lobby.  A live band with drums, a saxophone, and other instruments preceded them, playing Arabic music all the while.  Other women were dressed in beautiful and colorful Arabic clothing.  The dance lasted for about a half an hour and then the wedding party and guests went back upstairs to feast and party some more.  Our tour guide explained that if a couple cannot afford to rent a building for their party, they sometimes just hold it in the middle of the street.  Traffic automatically and courteously just diverts around them.  I felt very privileged to be apart of this couple's wedding celebration.

            In general, I found Egypt to be fascinating.  I enjoyed every minute of the trip, even though it was physically exhausting.  It took more than a day each time to travel back and forth between the US and Egypt, my visit was not long enough to fully adjust to the time differences, our schedule was very full and hectic, and we had to get up several times around 3:00 a.m. in order to get to our destinations in the cool part of the day, but the trip turned out to be worth it.  I had always felt an unexplainable tie to ancient Egypt, and it was good to finally be able to satisfy my curiosity. 


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Retha Hester's Poverty Cake Recipe

Retha (Roosa) Hester (1918-2001) was my mother, Viola (Hester) Cokonougher's, aunt.  She undoubtably helped my mother start her recipe book back when my mother and father were first married, as well as exchange further recipes with her in the years after.  This is one of those recipes, scanned from my mother's recipe files.  I think the handwriting might be my mother's.  I have added Retha's picture below the recipe.


This is a picture of Retha Hester from 1946.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Like Eating Cardboard - The Flying Pizza


            I never met a pizza I didn't like, but yesterday, I met one I didn't like very much at all.   I was very disappointed in the New York style pepperoni pizza that I purchased last evening at The Flying Pizza at 421 Miamisburg-Centerville Road in Centerville, Ohio.

            A friend and I were driving through town, when suddenly, we developed cravings for the mouth watering and fulfilling taste of warm melted cheese, hot spicy pepperoni, zesty sweet tomato sauce, and the flavorful warm, slightly risen crust in a normal, well made pizza pie.   We decided to stop at the very next pizza joint that we came across.  Unfortunately, that was The Flying Pizza. 

            My friend and I ordered a New York style cheese and pepperoni pizza.  The pizza shop's staff were friendly and very helpful in explaining our options and in taking our order.  They told us that our order would be ready in ten minutes.  The price of the pizza was within normal limits, $14.00 for a 14 inch pie.  We ate in the restaurant, instead of taking our order out. 

            Our pizza arrived within the promised ten minutes.  It was hot and ready to eat.  Things went downhill from there.  The layers of cheese, sauce, and meat were each very thin and very bland tasting.  The crust was over cooked on the bottom and undercooked on the top.  My friend thought that the condition of the dough/crust might be due to the shop's oven might being too hot and the cooking time too short.  Chewing and tasting the pizza was a bit like that old stereotype saying of "chewing and eating cardboard".   The only other thing comparable that I can think of is reheated, day old,  cheap frozen pizza.  I don't know if people in New York really like their "New York style" pizza fixed this way, or not, but if they do, I think I'll avoid eating pizza when I visit.    
 
           Neither my friend nor I were satisfied.  We both agreed that we would not recommend this pizza shop to our other friends.  I would rate it a 1 out of 5.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Hyer or Lauderman picture ? Info wanted !

         Does anyone know anything about this picture? It comes from Linda Wisecup Wollam, who obtained the picture from her grandmother,  Dora Compton Lauderman.  Linda believes the picture may be, or have something to do with, members of the Hyer family of Frankfort in Ross County, Ohio.  It may even be Michael and Elizabeth Hyer.   If you have any information to offer, please leave a comment in the "Post a Comment" spacebelow.                                                                                                                                   

        Note the Gothic "Barrel House" construction of the building.  We can't really see in this photo if the building is a home or a cellar/milk house, but some Europeans used this type of construction for homes and out-buildings from the mid-nineteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth century, so it could very well be this couple's house. 
       Barrel House roof construction is not gone.  We still use it today, in some sports stadiums, and even in our glass enclosed bus stops, for example.  Just take a look!
       This photo was used with Linda Wollam's permission, and with her hope that you might be able to tell us more.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

The "Currylicious" Indian Restaurant in Deluth, GA


            While visiting my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughters in Suwanee, Georgia this past weekend, I had the pleasure of dining with them and other friends at an authentic Indian (Asian) restaurant.  Operated by Indian chefs, Fateema and Azym Hooda, "Currylicious" offers a vast traditional, homestyle Indian menu, plus a wide selection of beer and wine.  The cuisine is made from authentic Hooda family recipes, baked and cooked to order with fresh daily ground spices, available in meat, vegan, vegetarian, and gluten-free versions, and is sold at a reasonable price, usually around 10 to 12 dollars a dish.  The food is attractively prepared and comes in a serving size big enough for two. 

            My group tried the Papad (a thin, deep fried crisp wafer) with a cilantro condiment, the Cauliflower 65 (Cauliflower cooked with various ingredients, spices, and sauces cooked in a high temperature Chinese wok), the Half Tandoori Chicken (chicken marinated in ginger, garlic, lemon, sour cream, and spices before being cooked sizzling hot in a traditional Tandoor clay oven), the Chicken Makhanwala, aka Butter Chicken, (chopped chicken cooked in a rich tomato based sauce with herbs, then finished with butter and topped with cream), as well as other dishes too many to list.  I myself tried the Goat Masala, a dish made from chopped goat meat, with bones and all, cooked in onion, tomatoes, ginger, garlic, chili, spinach, and spices.  Most dishes were also served with Basmati Rice, and most of us added an order of Garlic Naan (flat bread baked in a clay oven) to our meal as well.  We all allowed sharing and taste testing by the others, and as a result, experienced an expanded culinary experience that we could never have had by dining alone.  We all agreed that the food and restaurant was very worthy of being recommended to others.

            Bottom line, if you like Indian food, or if you want to try Indian food, and you happen to find yourself near the small suburb of Duluth, Georgia, stop in at "Currylicious" and give it a try.  "Currylicious" is located at 2400 Satellite Blvd.; Deluth, Georgia 30096.  You can see more of their menu and hours of operation on-line at http://mycurrylicious.com/.