I have been thinking about food lately. Food plays many roles in our lives, beside the obvious contribution to nutrition (hopefully) and energy. Entertainment. A reason to gather. A creative outlet. Comfort. The term "comfort food" has been traced back at least to 1966, when the Palm Beach Post used it in a story: "Adults, when under severe emotional stress, turn to what could be called "comfort food" - food associated with the security of childhood, like mother's poached egg or famous chicken soup."
In October, my sisters moved our Mom from her independent cottage to an assisted living facility closer to my oldest sister. In the process, I inherited three of Mom's cookbooks, which #1 Daughter transported to me when she came to visit for Christmas. It would be an understatement to characterize them as well-loved! The pages are sprinkled with splashes, evidence of cooking in years gone by!
The non-descript orange binder is the greatest treasure of them all. The vast majority of the contents were painstakingly typed on a typewriter. Notes in Mom's distinctive spiky handwriting pop up in margins, on post-it notes and on random sheets inserted throughout the sections, sections such as Bread, Cake, Candy, Cookies, Dressing, etc. It is at once a snap-shot of the 1950's housewife, a record of family recipes, and a chronicle of family gatherings and the associated menu. Who knew she kept these details? In the midst of raising 7 children, when did she have time for this?
Mom is 92, and it would take a lifetime to execute all these recipes, so I began by asking her about cakes. Why cakes? Birthday cakes feature prominently in early family photos. February, April, May and October just for the first four! So, I asked Mom about her favorite cake ... maybe I should not have been surprised to hear it was NOT any variety of layer cake, but rather the Saucy Applecake!
Where to go next? Mom says her preferred cookies were the Famous Oatmeal Cookies, a recipe from her Great Aunt Anna. I look forward to carrying on this fine family tradition, and you can expect to see them in a future post!
Who would have guessed that this little orange binder could feed my tummy, my heart AND my soul? Already I feel closer to Mom, despite the 1,900 miles that separate us. Sometimes our phone conversations have been as dry as a crouton, a by-product of the life of a 92-year-old constrained by the pandemic. Now, the cookbook presents a ready source of conversation topics.
I flip the pages slowly, so many of them sending me into a dreamy reverie of times gone by. Her famous Cranberry Salad recipe, a staple at our Thanksgiving table. A recipe for zucchini bread, a frequent summer treat to deplete the overabundance of Dad's garden. Punch recipes recall the graduation ceremonies of my older siblings, when I barely reached to their knees. It seems rosy from here, some 60 years later, and yet I am sure there were challenging times for Mom, managing a household with nine souls under her care (yes, including Dad). One of my sisters found this poem (author unknown) during the move process.
My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily
Oftimes he weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper And I the underside
Not 'til the loom is silent And the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas And reveal the reasons why
The dark threads may be needful
In the skillful weaver's hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
During this time of Lent, I am reflecting on her self-sacrifice and her love. While my memories may lean to the physical, such as the food she prepared for us, I know she worked hard to look after our spiritual needs as well. Thanks, Mom, for feeding us -- tummies, hearts and souls.
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Hello, my dear readers. I am grateful to report that this week I have celebrated another revolution around the sun. No, no need to know how many that makes!!! (And those of who you do know, no need to share my secret in the comments!!!)
Once again, greetings from far and wide have blessed me - don't we all need at least one day a year to be in the spotlight and to be spoiled? Family, former work colleagues, former and current neighbors - each wish for a happy birthday was a little ray of sunshine, adding up to a whole lot of warmth! And these days, salutations come in so many forms - e-cards, FaceBook comments, email, texts and even cards that come via the US Postal Service!!!
It's even better when the celebration extends either side of the day itself. Why limit the fun to just one 24-hour period, when it can last a week or two? Cards began arriving a week before my birthday, and my Dear Neighbor Friend showered me with gifts four days early. She gave me enough cinnamon rolls to feed an army; a wise move given that #1 Son and Spousal Unit have access! You might recognize the moose bar of soap - it was in my 1/24/2021 post. So thoughtful to get it for me - she knows I ADORE moose! The slim box with "Thank You" on the front contains printable card stock and envelopes - perfect for the card-making I love to do! And the Nature Valley granola bars are "payback, with interest" on one that I gave her a while back. We had a good laugh over that one!!!
Around the time of my birthday, I can also be fairly expansive in my definition of "gifts". A couple of days before my special day, a deer began to pass through the "back yard", pausing under the birdfeeders to snack on fallen sunflower seeds. Yep, that display is just for me!!!
I can ski for hours in cold temperatures, but when we get home, there is no substitute for a fire and a warming cocktail for me/a bourbon for Spousal Unit!
We've had quite a bit of snow lately (good news around these parts) and that "gift" meant I needed to pull out my snowshoes for the first time this winter. The 'shoes have special meaning for me since they were one of my retirement surprises from my team four years ago. What a joy to climb the hills, to gain a new vantage point, to see pure white snow broken only by my tracks.
My birthday began as it should, with breakfast in bed! Later, I moved to the great room and alternated between stitching and gazing out the window. Spousal Unit and #1 Son indulged me by joining in a snowshoeing venture around the back forty. (In the collage below, Spousal Unit and I are standing on the ice in front of the beaver lodge.)
When we returned to the house, I stopped to fill up the birdfeeders, and asked Spousal Unit to snap some shots while I fed a few by hand. The mountain chickadees are fearless, and the black-capped chickadees are starting to get into the game. The nuthatches wait patiently among the aspens. Here I am with a black-capped chickadee.
By the time I got inside, the boys had placed cards and gifts around my spot at the table, and lit the candles on my cake. I had to puff a couple of times to get all the candles out! Oh, that carrot cake sure hit the spot after our walk in the woods.
Not pictured below is a certificate for a massage, and a new trail cam that is on back order. I am quite thrilled about this trail cam, which will allow me to retrieve photos remotely! I will have so many more options for placement of the camera - watch this space for (more) exciting wildlife photos! Oh, and we decided to call the latest addition to my moose collection "Lord Mountbatten".
We played a few rounds of Rummikub, and then we ate a home-made version of Skyline Chili, my requested birthday meal. Can you say food coma?
I could go on and on through time, counting my many gifts, but even I have to close this birthday chapter, for now. What better way than to come full circle to my DNF, and our cross-country skiing excursion, the day after my birthday?
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While I have been busy celebrating another year of life, many others have not been so blessed. As of the date of this post, 496,208 US residents have died from COVID, and the world has lost more than 2.3 million souls to the pandemic. Closer to home, I recently became aware of the suicide of a 24-year-old man who was the brother of an Olympian from Whitefish, Montana. Back in November, a 27-year-old woman attempted suicide by crashing her car at a high rate of speed into the train depot in Whitefish. Unfortunately, I could go on. According to the CDC, in 2018, suicide was the second leading cause of death among individuals between the ages of 10 and 34 in the US; there were more than 2.5 times the number of suicides as homicides. Stay close to those you love; if you think someone is in crisis, or you need to talk to someone, in the US you can call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-TALK(2855), 24 hours a day 7 days a week.
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Winter can be cruel to animals. Food is scarce. Water is frozen. Temperatures are inhospitable. In Northwest Montana, the scene is played out before our eyes each season. Deer nibbling at dried grass that would not appear to offer much substance. A path through the snow, where the mountain lion dragged the deer. A carcass half buried in the woods, the lion's "refrigerator". It can be distressing, but it is the circle of life, the delicate balance that keeps the weak out of the gene pool and a check on overpopulation of any one species. Recently, my "back yard" gave me a ring-side seat to one of these events. Don't worry, it's not too terribly gruesome.
On January 24, I was walking along the lake at the bottom of our property, ever hopeful that the otter might have returned to the spring (see this post for my otter encounter last winter). As I approached the open water, a slight ripple broke the surface and I held my breath. Closer, and no sign of an otter. No slide marks, no sleek sable-brown body. Sigh. Instead, fish. Dozens of fish, roiling the water. What? Check out this video.
Most of the fish are pike, with one or two perch for good measure. How did they get here, and why this patch of open water, you might ask. The fish have always been in the lake, but the impetus to reside near the spring is more of a mystery. I certainly didn't observe fish at this location the last two winters. I described it to my Dear Neighbor Friend, and a few days later she sent me a link about low oxygen levels under ice.
In especially long, harsh winters a winter fish
kill can occur. During periods of prolonged ice cover, the lake is sealed off
from the atmosphere and cannot be recharged with oxygenated air. Furthermore,
ice and snow reduce the amount of sunlight reaching aquatic plants, thereby
reducing photosynthesis and oxygen production. All the fish and aquatic
organisms in the lake use up the oxygen, and when it does not get replenished,
oxygen levels can get too low for fish to survive. Winter kill begins with distressed
fish gasping for air at holes in the ice and ends with large numbers of dead
fish which usually show up as the water warms in early spring.
We don't know for certain this is the problem, but it is one theory. It might also explain why the fish have not returned to the main body of the lake. (An alternate theory is that the passage back to the lake is now frozen.) In any event, within a couple days of my first sighting, several of the fish had died.
This site is visible from our house by spotting scope and binoculars, and although you cannot see the fish, you can easily detect critters around the open water. Not surprisingly, crows began to gather, sometimes a dozen at a time.
But they were not the main attraction. One afternoon, three bald eagles and 2 golden eagles were in the vicinity simultaneously! At my next opportunity, I placed my trail cam at the site, and I was thrilled to see these majestic raptors on film the next time I downloaded photos. (I apologize in advance for the number of pictures - trust me, these are the best of hundreds that the trail cam snapped in a span of two hours!)
In the two hours caught on film, the golden eagle ate at least 7 fish.
Interestingly, the article noted that perch and pike are generally tolerant of low oxygen. If that's the case, then the dead fish you see floating here might have died for other reasons. (I can't be certain, but it would appear, from the color of "dinner", that the eagle was selecting live fish.)
And then it got even better; the bald eagle arrived!
Before these pictures, if you had asked me about relative stature, I would have guessed the bald eagle to have the size advantage. Wrong! Having the bald eagle in the shot emphasizes the gigantic frame of the golden eagle.
The bald eagle wasted no time in snagging a fish, and departed as soon as the prey was consumed.
The golden resumed fishing, with vigor. I am sad for the fish, but the raptors are clearly benefiting from this ready source of sustenance.
After the initial flurry of activity around the open water, we have observed fewer raptors, and the crows seem to have moved on. Four days after I retrieved the above photos, I returned to check the trail cam. I was particularly hoping to see some other critters - maybe the otter? Also, we know we have wolves in the area; the photo at left was taken the same day as the video of the fish at the beginning of this post. I was curious if the wolves, or the plentiful coyotes, would take advantage of the situation as well.
I was rewarded with one blurry photo of a coyote; based on the position of the camera and the fact that it takes three photos in one go, I suspect that the coyote did not stop at the spring.
Only one raptor appeared on the trail cam, and that was a bald eagle in flight. My theory? Most of the live fish have been consumed and the raptors have therefore lost interest. (By the way, isn't it fabulous technology that the camera detected the eagle AND took this shot?)
So, now I wonder what we will face when the spring season arrives. Is the open pool of water an isolated case, or will the entire lake be awash in dead fish because of low oxygen levels throughout the lake? Can the lake replenish itself with fish? If some fish remain, breeding will restore the fish stocks. If all of them are gone, since the lake is spring-fed, the only natural source of new fish would be those that might swim UP the stream from lakes lower down in the system. Could be a tough putt - there is a substantial beaver dam where the stream meets the lake! But, in my experience, nature finds a way. That's the circle of life!
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"I'm twitching," Bob said. On a recent Saturday, a group of Ambassadors gathered for lunch break, sitting at socially-distanced intervals around the table. Somehow, the talk had migrated to fishing. "In July, my feet twitch for ski season. Right now, my arms are twitching for fly fishing." All of us nodded in understanding, and the room grew quiet, each person lost in thoughts of spring and summer. Images of flowers and long summer days blossomed in my mind's eye. It inspired me to take a break from winter and highlight a hike. I could have chosen any one of 50 hikes, but I certainly needed one with more than a monochromatic palette. So, here we go: this is Entry 35 in my Hiking Journal - May 21, 2018 - the Boundary Trail from West Glacier Old Bridge to Lincoln Creek, 10 miles round trip. Enjoy!
We immediately learned that the "Old Bridge" is called the Belton Bridge. Built in 1920 to replace an unsafe wooden truss bridge, the Belton Bridge served as the primary entrance into Glacier National Park for nearly two decades. You can click on the photo below to read more details.
We crossed the bridge and headed east. Much of the Boundary Trail meanders along the Middle Fork of the Flathead River, offering mesmerizing views. In May, the river is high with snow melt, and brown with silt. Later in the summer, it is clear or even blue from glacial flour and the rocks on the river bed. (June of 1964 saw the worst flooding in Montana in recorded history. Bridges, dams, towns and railroads were all dramatically effected. The west side of Glacier was cut off and isolated. If not for the concrete arch of the old Belton Bridge, it might have been months or years before access could be restored. Heroic efforts after the flood quickly constructed a new bridge on the existing concrete arch and the west side of the Park was re-opened in only 3 weeks. Meanwhile, it took two years to re-build the bridge at West Glacier and restore that entrance to the Park.)
Spring flowers abounded along the trail: Wild Strawberry, Biscuitroot, Serviceberry, Trillium, Blue Violet, Fairybells, Blue-eyed Mary, False Solomon Seal, to name a few. I was delighted to find a number of my favorite orchids, the Fairy Slipper (also known as Calypso Orchid) (see picture at left). In 2018, I still had a lot to learn about the flora of Northwest Montana. In my journal, I note one plant as "unidentified". Now I can tell you that it was Wild Sarsaparilla. The roots were used by Native Americans and pioneers as a beverage flavoring. Native Americans also used a poultice of wild sarsaparilla to treat fevers, stomachaches, coughs and skin ulcers. (Sarsaparilla is also the common name of a soft drink that was trendy in the 1800s. Contrary to popular belief, the drink was made from another plant called sassafras.) I had seen plenty of sarsaparilla on our hikes, but it wasn't until I spotted the flowers underneath that I was able to make the identification.
Occasionally, I come across an uncommon plant, and that is a cause for celebration. On this day, I was over the moon to meet the Striped Coralroot, a member of the Orchid Family. This plant was the only one we saw on the entire trail (5 miles one way), and I have rarely seen it since. It is a parasite that gets its nutrients from soil fungi and dies when removed from this association. Therefore, they are rarely cultivated or transplanted successfully.
The Striped Coralroot prefers a moist soil, so it is not surprising that a stream with a waterfall was nearby.
The trail began to climb more steeply, leading us up and away from the river. As the terrain changed, so did the flowers.
We reached a plateau, and we were fascinated by this stand of lodgepole pine, reaching to the heavens. Lodgepole typically grow up in thick stands, whereas this area appeared to have been thinned in a systematic manner. Thinning is not a normal practice by the National Park Service, so we wondered how this happened. It is still a mystery to us!
Shortly after this point, we arrived at Lincoln Creek and its swing bridge. A sign warned that only one hiker should cross at a time. We followed that advice!
On the return, we saw a train snaking its way along the tracks on the other side of the river. Burlington Northern Santa Fe has a good safety record; anyone who loves Glacier National Park would abhor an accident that would spill oil or other harmful products into the river.
Sometimes, on the return journey, you see views you did not catch the first time. Isn't this a beauty?
Yep, I am twitching. But this post will have to scratch that itch for now - mid-May and hiking the trails is a long way off!
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