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Lunch at Fisher’s

That lunch was at Fisher’s Cafe and Pub in lovely Peninsula,Ohio


I was having lunch with a blogger who lives not that far from me, Joanne Noragon of Boston Township.Her blog is called Cup on the Bus and the reason for this is quite amusing. You can read about it on her blog. Well, it must be somewhere on the blog because I read it there myself long ago. Yes! If you click on “Inquiring Minds” under the header photo you can read all about it.

In the early days of meeting people I had only known online, my husband and son were quite suspicious and went along to protect me, despite my assurances that no one would read and know all the works of D.E. Stevenson, for years, just to lure me to my peril. And once, when another D.E. Stevenson fan from Toronto came to visit me in Chautauqua a friend of hers invited herself along for similar security purposes! I’ve probably known and met more book discussion internet friends than fellow bloggers who tend to live fairly far away. But today, meeting Joanne, a similar thing happened. I discovered her to be a very kindred spirit with interests and political views  similar to my own.

Of course I forgot my I-Pad which I use as a camera. So you will just have to imagine two beautiful young women meeting for lunch. (It’s good to exercise your imaginations.)


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As I’ve mentioned earlier, my ds Andy recently finished two months of Grand Jury duty for Summit County, Ohio. One of the interesting things he told me during this time, was about Avery, the Emotional Support dog.


Avery belongs to the Summit County, Ohio, prosecutor’s office. They call him a “facility” dog. He is half Labrador Retriever and half Golden Retriever and has a calm friendly temperament.

He had two years of training from a group called Canine Companions for Independence and was a gift to Summit County. My son thinks Avery really does help victims, especially those who are children, giving testimony in the prosecutor’s office and in the courtrooms. He gives emotional support. He calms them and gives them confidence. Avery knows forty commands and can sit quietly with victims for long periods of time. He has all the training of a disability dog and then a bit more….Children are reassured and less afraid when they are with Avery. I think having him is a brilliant idea.  I believe I’ve mentioned before that our local library has a day a month when children can come in and read to dogs. It really seems to help them, the children, do better and not feel judged. Dogs can have a very special rapport with humans!

There are several videos about Avery on YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=summit+county+ohio+Avery



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When I was younger and more mobile I used to walk around my yard ten or more times a day in springtime, just to see how much my plants had grown since the last time I’d seen them. And I was not disappointed.

The cool weather has helped many flowers last longer than usual. My magnolias are just ended now, but the crab apple is in bloom. I planted it, thinking it would have the size and shape of my mother’s Oriental Jewel crab apple, planted in 1940, I think. But this is much taller and not what I’d hoped for. And the flowers are quite short lived. But I love it because of a rose I’ve trained to climb up into its branches and bloom.

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My younger daughter Emily is in her early forties now. When she was in fifth grade the Girl Scout troop I co-led had a sleep over in our back yard. This happened because, though I love camping, my co-leader did not like it at all. She would not camp out at the official camp in Peninsula, but was willing to compromise in my yard. A year later, on the scar from our campfire, I planted a Redbud tree. It’s still alive, but it’s the sort of tree which has parts die from time to time and then springs up in another spot not far away. At the moment it actually looks like three trees which is fine with me.

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Tomorrow, the Barberton tree company is coming to deal with a lot of wood on the ground and part of one tree which fell over in a big storm a while ago. Another group of tree people came and did some work, took four hundred dollars, and disappeared without finishing anything. There is certainly a lesson there. They actually did a small job for my oldest daughter and were able to finish it in a few hours for a great price which led her to recommending them to me. Alas. But things should be looking better tomorrow and I will be poorer but happier.

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The above photo is the crab apple with a few of the last magnolia blossoms. The strange hook-like thing on the left of the photo is, yes, a hook which holds a wind chime.

I also noticed my primroses are in bloom. I have planted lots of them over the years, in different colors, but in time they all end up returning with dark yellow flowers bordered in red. That’s fine. I really like them. I need to go look at what’s blooming in the front. Emily’s Solomon Seals are gorgeous this year. Last year she had one rather wimpy looking one and now there are about eight or nine all blooming.

Andy finished his two months of Grand Jury duty and was given a very nice certificate thanking him for his civic duty. He took a little road trip to celebrate and is now home again.

My order of herbs from Richter’s in Canada is arriving today and it’s time to begin planting the deck. I think it’s safe now.


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Taking a Blog Break

I hope some time I will return. Nothing dire. My heart seems to have gone out of this enterprise.

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Notre Dame Paris on Fire april 2019


Yesterday was such a heartbreaking one for millions of people, all over the world, of many nationalities and religions.

I was in Notre Dame on Easter weekend of 1974, when we were living in Germany. I am so sorry I never returned to Paris, though I have been in France.

A blog I read, From the House of Edward, wrote what I found to be the best expression of what needs to be said about this tragedy:




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This morning at breakfast I spotted a flash of movement to the left, on the deck. A hawk, a red shouldered hawk, had landed. I see them from time to time in the yard, every few months, but never so close as on the deck. And then a few moments later the male, perched on the head of my St. Francis statue, was joined by a female. Most of the time I could not get a reasonable photo with my I pad, because the blinds were over the window and I was afraid moving myself to a better spot would spook the hawks into flight. A few times the female flew onto the deck  table and the roof and I could get a shot through the patio doors. Very exciting. I hope they will nest somewhere nearby. I love all the wild life that exists in our area, probably encouraged by the National park nearby.

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Such poor photos for what I saw…The peachier, redder, male is visible in the left window pane and you can make out St. Francis beneath him….

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Sorry I did not capture such an exciting moment with better images!

Your can read more about Red Shouldered hawks here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-shouldered_hawk


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Ramps – A Memory

A blog I read every day made mention of ramps this morning and triggered some long ago memories. Memories of more than 40 years ago.

In the spring of 1975 my husband and I bought our first home in Richfield township just a bit north of where I am now. We were nearly a year back from our time living in Germany where Paul had worked at the university of Stuttgart, perhaps technical university at the time. We were expecting our first child and six weeks before her due date in late April we found out Paul’s sister Vilma had sold the house her mother was living in (we were living with her) and we would have to move out six weeks after our baby was born. I do wish she had told us this was about to happen, although we had been saving our money for a down payment. But we found a house we could afford on a street called Fox Run. Run is a word which means small creek in these parts. Our back yard adjoined part of Furnace Run Park. Fox Run ran into Furnace Run….https://www.summitmetroparks.org/furnace-run-metro-park.aspx

So one day, before we had moved in, we went to The Daffodil Trail and began walking toward our new home through the valley and woods. It took about an hour to get there.

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Fairly soon we had to walk across a log over Furnace Run. What was I thinking of? Eight months pregnant and balancing my way sideways on a one log bridge over the creek with Paul beside me. Part way across we saw some people down on the valley floor, picking something from the muddy flood plain. Curious, we called out to ask what they were doing. “Picking ramps,” they replied. They went on to tell us how delicious they were. Their family came to gather them ever spring.

Ramps, I learned later, are Allium tricoccum.  Some people call them wild leeks or wild garlic. They didn’t seem to be the same plant I had seem in Germany called “wald lauch”. That might have been this:  https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiel-Lauch and people didn’t want to eat it.

Years later ramps became quite a fashionable food, though difficult to find. My friend Rosalie Steiner (  https://thickethouse.wordpress.com/2016/05/15/remembering-rosalie/) gave me some plants from her farm in Ashtabula and I grew it for a time. But it was never a favorite with us. We liked “real” leeks and shallots and onions best.

What was lovely about reading of them this morning was remembering being 44 years younger and the excitement of our first home and our first baby.

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