The Measure of the Meal

This little gem appeared on a site today and reminded me of a few of my attempts at cooking when we first arrived in Italy.  It took a while but I soon figured out what a “nut” of butter,  a “string” of oil, and a “splash” of wine really amounted to.  And as for Dario’s mother’s recipe for Easter Pasteria there was the almost disaster when she called for a “four bottles” of orange essence.  Fortunately I had posted a picture of the ingredients on FaceBook and got a panicked SMS say:  No!!!!!  Small bottles!

Now with Christmas coming up this would be a thoughtful stocking stuffer….  just saying:

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And I’m reminded of a quote I gave when submitting Marco’s mother’s recipe to an International cookbook:

Four years in Italy taught me that simple is better and fresh is best; and the eye, the nose, the finger and the mouth are the best tools any cook can have in the kitchen.

 

On this day in 1927: The Holland Tunnel opens to traffic as the first Hudson River vehicle tunnel linking New Jersey to New York City.

A Thank You Note – 1918

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Ernie-MillsMy friend Candy shared a family keepsake on FaceBook yesterday that made, for me at least, today’s commemorations more personal and alive.  It was a yellowing envelope that contained a note of a few lines that spoke of a time and a page in the life of her maternal grandfather during the Great War.

(William) Earl Mills was born in Ottawa in 1893 and along with 619,639 other Canadians answered the call to serve in the Canadian Expeditionary Force during the 1914-18 War. As the war was drawing to a close he had had been badly wounded and was being repatriated home to Canada, one of the 138,000 Canadian battle casualties. Before leaving England he was given a “thank you” note – a note that no doubt to a young Canadian who had been brought up in the tradition of serving King and Country meant a great deal.

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1918
The Queen and I wish
you God-speed, a
safe return to the
happiness & joy of home
life with an early
restoration to health.

A grateful Mother
country thanks you
for faithful services.

George R(ex) I(mperator)

Earl returned to Ottawa and began working for Canadian Pacific Railway. Two years after his return he married Vina Victoria Barber and started a family – Candy’s mother Eileen was their first child. In telling me of her grandparents Candy recalled that one of the family stories was that Earl and Vina were destined for each other – she was the fourth of eight children in her family and he the fourth of eight in his. She also remarked that like many people of his generation he never spoke of the war.  Earl died in 1976 at the age of  83; Vina had died several years before.  They are buried in the Wolford Rural Cemetery outside of Ottawa.

Perhaps in this day and age that note from King George may strike us as ingenuous at the least and colonial paternalism at the worst however it was a different world with a strong sense of ties to the Empire.  It was also a world that was to change radically between the two World Wars and even more with the advance towards the new century.  But to the returning veterans a “thank you” note from the King was a reassurance that their mission and sacrifice were noted and valued.  And it reaches out one hundred years later and tells us that Earl Mills served his country and was recognized for that service.  And that he returned home to Canada and enjoyed the life he had fought to preserve.

On this day in 1865: Dr Mary Edwards Walker receives the US Medal of Honor, becoming the first woman to receive the award.

 

In Remembrance

Lest We Forget

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On this day a century ago a cease was called to the hostilities that had wracked Europe for over four years. More than 70 million military personnel were mobilized from all corners of the world to fight a war that many had been assured would be over in a matter of days.  Between July 1914 and November 1918 an estimate nine million combatants and seven million civilians on both sides died as a direct result of that conflict.  Many others perished or were left homeless by genocides and or epidemics that were indirectly caused by the war.

On 11 November, at 5:00 am, an armistice – an agreement to lay down arms while a “lasting peace” was negotiated – with Germany was signed in a railroad carriage at Compiègne. At 11 am on 11 November 1918 a ceasefire came into effect.   As we know that “lasting peace” was never achieved: not in Europe, Asia, or anywhere else in our world. Hardly a year has passed since the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918 where there has not been a conflict great or small somewhere in the world.

Today as we commemorate the signing of that truce 100 years ago today we remember not just those who died in that Great War but in all wars.  And we remember those who returned home from wars having seen things they could not unsee and done things that could not be undone and that would effect them their entire lives.

We are thankful for their sacrifices and service. And we pray that those sacrifices will not have been in vain. And through remembrance give hope that they will not be called for again.

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On this day in 1572: Tycho Brahe observes the supernova SN 1572.

The Animals of War

As I sat here on a rainy afternoon with my two Hounds from Hell curled up dozing on the couch beside me I recalled a post I wrote back in 2014. It was a short photo essay on a recent monument in Centennial Park in Ottawa remembering the oft unremembered animals that perished serving Canada’s war efforts over the past century or more.

I had only seen one other monument that acknowledged those causalities in London back in 2010 and wrote about at that time.

Remembrance Day is a time to bring to mind all creatures, great and small, that gave everything.

Willy Or Won't He

Though the first shots were fired on July 28, 1914 the declarations of a war that was to bring about the downfall of four Imperial powers, change the map of Europe and destroy the lives of millions were not issued until August 3 and 4th. Until that point the tensions that had arisen from the entirely serendipitous assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie had been more like a family squabble than the prologue to a devastating war that would resound into our current century.  It was only going to last a few weeks but by November of the same year the editor of the Canadian magazine Maclean’s wrote, “Some wars name themselves. This is the Great War.”

As a nation Canada’s first overseas war had been the Second South African War (the Boer War) in 1899; Canada sent troops but the country was bitterly divided along political…

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Lest We Forget

In 2015 I wrote a short piece about three women in France, the United States and Canada who worked ceaselessly to call us to remembrance and made the poppy a symbol of the sacrifice of so many!

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We Shall Keep the Faith

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We’ll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.

Moina Michael – November 8 1918

00MoinaMichael Moina Michael died in 1944; four years later the U.S. Post Office issued this stamp to commemorate her poppy campaign.

Moina Michael‘s poem was written on the back of an envelope as…

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