Friday, July 15, 2016

Australia and New Zealand invited to Paris for Bastille Day and an addendum

Troops from Australia and New Zealand were guests of honor in Paris national celebration day called "le 14 juillet" in France (but Bastille's Day outside the country.)  The two Oceania countries were invited to commemorate the Battle of the Somme, one of the bloodiest battles of World War I.  This battle centenary was celebrated on July 1, 2016, in Thiepval, Somme, France.  I wrote about this in my last post.  The Australian Imperial Force (AIF) had sent 295,000 men to France and Belgium to serve in WWI between March 1916 and November 1918.  Of these, 132,000 became casualties and 46,000 lost their lives.

New Zealand Forces had a total of 364 Pacific Islanders and 2688 Maori in addition to regular troops serving on the Western Front in the 1916-1918 war.  A total of 18,500 New Zealanders died in or because of the war and nearly 50,000 more were wounded.

 The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps suffered more than 30,000 casualties in the Battle of the Somme alone, and their sacrifice has not been forgotten by France.  As guests of honor Australia and New Zealand marched in the parade.  Eight Maori warriors were at the head of the parade, followed by 72 New Zealand soldiers and 133 Australian soldiers.  It is the first time that the flags they were carrying had been paraded together outside of New Zealand.  A party of Maori warriors opened the parade this morning.  A Maori warrior, Private Adrian Te Aonui, ran along the Champs-Elysees in a dress rehearsal and was photographed by the international media.

I got up at 4:30 am this morning, July 14, 2016, to watch the parade live on my computer (10:30 am Paris time.)  I took several photos from my screen, but some are not very clear.

The parade was led by Maori warriors followed by an 85-strong New Zealand Defense Force (NZDF) contingent, many wearing replica World War One uniforms.  There were also regimental colors and banners representing NZDF units that served in WWI.  Lieutenant Colonel Eugene Whakahoehoe was leading the contingent and wore the Ngā Tapuwae kahu huruhuru Māori feather cloak in recognition of his exemplary conduct and contribution to the NZDF.  (Click on collage to enlarge.)

A TV reporter interviewed one of the Maori warriors and asked about his weapon.  He explained that it was a "taiaha" a traditional weapon made of wood and used for short, sharp strikes with quick footwork from the wielder.  The warrior had also placed a new engraving showing the trip to Paris drawn as a friendly link between New Zealand and France.

The Maori warrior party in the parade was comprised of personnel from all three services of the NZDF.  The Maori warriors were known as a fierce, unforgiving slayer of the South Seas.  The Parisians were quite impressed (and so was I.)

Prime Minister John Key of New Zealand and his family attended this Bastille Day celebration in Paris with French President Francois Hollande.  New Zealand Chief of Defense Force Lieutenant General Tim Keating said it was an honor to march in one of the world's oldest and largest military parades.  "This is an historic occasion for the New Zealand Defence Force and a fitting opportunity to reaffirm our enduring relationship with France, especially during the First World War centenary" he said.  He added that there were more New Zealand service personnel with known and unkown graves buried in France than anywhere else in the world.  The nine New Zealand Army regimental colors, including the Queen Alexandra's Mounted Rifles guidon, carried World War I battle honors and represented regions across New Zealand.  The Governor-General of Australia, Sir Peter John Cosgrove, was also present.  The Australian Defense Force marched in a "position of honor."  Contingents included the Royal Australian Navy, Army and Royal Australian Air Force and a tri-service flag party, or in total 140 members.  It is the first time that both Australian and New Zealand forces have paraded in Paris since 1880.  France and Australia have deepened their ties since Australia signed a contract last April to have France design and build a 34 billion euro ($39 billion) next generation submarine for them.

The parade had a total of 3,239 men and women walking, 241 on horses, 212 vehicles, 55 aircraft, 30 helicopters and 35 specialized working dogs.  The only novelty this year was that the French Customs (Douane) personnel were  marching down the Champs-Elysees for the first time in almost 100 years. They had come down once before, in 1919, for the Victory parade celebrating the bravery of their agents during WWI.  The Customs services were re-activated after the 13 November 2015 terror attack in Paris at the Bataclan.  To enable them to march in unison the 49 Customs agents were trained for 6 hours during three weeks.

I was pleased to have gotten up during the night to watch this parade live.  The fireworks would come later on but I wanted to watch the Tour de France next.  I went down to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee and turned on the television at 7:30 am to watch the 12th stage of the Tour.  I did not want to miss this stage because I knew they were supposed to finish at the top of Mont Ventoux.  I remember the Mont Ventoux well from when I was a wee child.  I lived close to its base, in the small town of Vaison-la-Romaine, with my grandparents until I was about 4 years old.  It is called the Giant of Provence, rising 350 to 1,912 meters high (6273 feet) with a lunar landscape at its top.  Since 1990 it has been listed as a Biosphere reserve by UNESCO.  It has a unique biodiversity of more than 1,000 species of plants, flowers, trees, 120 varieties of birds including golden eagles and duck hawks.  In my 2009 post about the Tour de France I wrote about the Mont Ventoux - click here to see it.  In that post I showed a photo of my granddad and me in Vaison.  I returned  as a teenager and stayed in my grandparents' friends' farm in Vaison, near lavender fields, for monthly vacations.

Since then I always wished to return to Vaison-la-Romaine.  I went back to Provence several times but never made it back to Vaison.  We did go to Nice in October 2012 and rented an apartment not far from the Promenade des Anglais for a week, but we did not have a car.  I included a picture of the bay of Nice I took in late October 2012 in the collage above.  That picture was in a post on Nice I wrote on another Tour de France in 2013 - click here to read it.   I still have many pictures of Nice and need to write another post in the future.  But let's get back to the Tour.  Because of fierce winds, with gusts measuring 104 kph, it was decided that this stage would finish at Chalet Reynard, a ski resort restaurant, about 9.5 km (approx 6 miles) from the top.  So far the cyclists had had a good run, although the wind, called "le Mistral" was blowing hard.

Thousands of spectators had been already camping along the route to Mont Ventoux and had to retreat to the small restaurant.  The crowd was immense along the narrow road as they had to assemble at the finish instead of being along the 6 mile road.  The Chalet Reynard is an old ski refuge dating to 1927 which was updated as a restaurant.  It stands at 1,417 meters (4650 ft,) alone, on the road to the top of the mountain.  This is why this stage ended in chaos.

As I watched TV in disbelief, the yellow jersey (winner of the Tour so far) British Chris Froome, was walking then running up the road without his bicycle!  A first in all the years I have been watching the Tour.  What had happened is this - less than 1 km from the finish the camera motorcycle had to stop in front of a wall of 100-200 people standing on the road.  Australian cyclist Richie Porte collided violently against the stopped motorcycle and Chris Froome piled on top of him.  Then another motorcyclist ran over Chris' bicycle and broke it.  Without a bike Christ started to jog up the mountain for a couple of minutes so as not to lose time.  Spectators watching this and other cyclists passing him were in shock.  It certainly was a mess, it was crazy.  Then he was handed a "neutral" bike that he tried to ride a bit, but could not.  Finally he was given another bike and finished, but late.

The Tour de France race jury ruled that Chris Froome had lost his bike through no fault of his own and let him retain the yellow jersey.  Chris said "Ventoux is full of surprises ... I am happy with the jury's decision."  It certainly was a wacky conclusion to the 12th stage today.  It is a farce for the Tour that will be talked about for years.  I think that the race organizers need to keep better control of the crowds, and above all on Bastille Day when everyone is out; they need to respect the cyclists.  It is like if spectators were allowed in pools while swimmers were in a swimming match - that is not right.  Anyway it had been a fun Bastille Day and I am pleased I got up to watch all of it.  I came back up to the computer this afternoon after watching the Tour to write this post and now, at 7:15 pm, am finally going down to fix dinner.  I am still reading on Brexit and will try to talk about it in my next post.


Addendum - Friday 15 July, 2016.  Yesterday evening after finishing the above post I went downstairs and saw the end of the news on TV.  My husband had been watching but because of his Alzheimer had not understood what had happened in France.  I was stunned by the horror of the tragedy: a massacre of happy families with children and tourists on the 14 of July enjoying the fireworks in our lovely city of Nice - truly a city for joie de vivre.  The Promenade des Anglais (The English Walk) is beautiful and a destination for happiness, not despair.  The truck, without its lights on, zigzagged on the Promenade for over a mile mowing adults, children and babies - he killed at least 84, including 10 children, and there are over 200 in hospitals including 52 critically injured.  A hero jumped in the cab and seized the driver's revolver.  This hero saved many lives by stopping the truck on its murderous route.  The police was able then to shoot the terrorist down.  I did not feel like going back up to the computer last night and publish my happy post about Bastille Day.  Now I added a sad cartoon by Plantu to my heading picture.  What can I say?  I just have intense grief.  How many more cities and countries can we keep adding to - je suis Charlie, je suis Paris, je suis Beyrouth, je suis Bamako, je suis Bruxelles, je suis Orlando, je suis Bagdad, je suis Bangladesh, je suis Istanbul and now je suis Nice?  Je suis infiniment triste (I am infinitely sad.)

Friday, July 8, 2016

The Tour de France 2016 ... and Brexit - part 1

July already - the month of the Tour de France!  This year it started on Saturday July 2, 2016, at the Mont St Michel in France.  By the time it ends on the Champs Elysees in Paris on Sunday July 24, 2016, the cyclists will have run a total distance of 3,519 kilometers or 2,186 miles.  The route will cover 23 stages: 9 flat, 1 hilly, 9 mountain including 4 summit finishes, 2 individual time trial stages and 2 rest days.  The 103rd Tour de France will visit three countries: Spain, the Principality of Andorra and Switzerland.  (Click on collage to enlarge.)

There are 22 teams with 198 riders starting the 2016 Tour.  This year the riders come from Argentina, Australia, Austria, Belgium, Bulgaria, Canada, Colombia, Croatia, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Eritrea, Estonia, Ethiopia, France, Germany, Great Britain, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Kazakhstan, Lithuania, Luxembourg, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Portugal, the Republic of South Africa, Russia, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Switzerland, the USA, Ukraine and Wales.  It is truly an international sport even reaching 3.5 billion viewers, live and on television, in 188 countries.  I explained some facts about the Tour in a post in July 2009 - you can read it here.  The first stage, on July 2, 2016, ended in Utah Beach, Normandy.  Photos of Utah Beach and former German bunkers below.
Utah Beach was the code name for the furthest west of the five beaches designated, during World War II, for the D-Day landings of June 6, 1944.  20,000 men landed there with 1,700 military vehicles.  Because of strong winds, they landed almost 2 km south from where the German soldiers were stationed, resulting in only 197 US casualties (or less than 300 overall.)  Mark Cavendish, from the Isle of Wight in the UK won a well deserved yellow jersey for the Tour de France first stage, ending in Utah Beach.  It made him immensely happy, because of the historical significance of the place, and because he had won 27 green jerseys (for sprinting) from taking part in several Tour de France races, but never a yellow jersey, as a winner of a stage.

The day prior to the start of the Tour de France, Friday July 1st, 2016, was the 100th year anniversary of another battle, the Battle of the Somme during WWI (north of Normandy, in pink in the map below.)

This battle was a lot deadlier.  The battle started at 7:30 am on July 1st, 1916.  The British Army alone suffered 57,470 casualties by the end of the first day, including 19,240 men killed.  The battle lasted 141 days resulting in over 1.2 million casualties on all sides with Allies advancing only a total of five miles.  Four million men, from around the world, were involved in the Battle of the Somme, from Australia, Canada, India, New Zealand, South Africa, etc., in addition to the French, British and German armies.  It is estimated that it was the deadliest clash of the Great War.  (Click on collage twice to be able to read postcard captions.)

On July 1, 2016, commemorative evens were held in Manchester, London and France.  10,000 guests (half French, half British) were invited in Thiepval, France, one of the main battlefields.  French President Francois Hollande was joined by British Prime Minister David Cameron, the royal couple Kate and William, Prince Harry, as well as Prince Charles and his wife Camilla.  Former German President Horst Koehler was there and Irish President Michael D. Higgins.  Six hundred children (half French, half British) placed wreaths by the graves of fallen soldiers.

Initially, France was to be represented by Prime Minister Manuel Valls.  But at the last minute, and despite the British people decision to leave the European Union (EU,) French President Francois Hollande came to "show friendship between the French and British peoples."  A week earlier Great Britain had voted to leave the EU, after the Brexit referendum.  Some of my friends have asked me to explain a bit about Brexit and the EU.  I'll talk about it in part two of this post.

I'd like to end this post by pointing out that all 198 participants of the Tour started today, July 8th, 2016, in stage 7.  There was no abandon by anyone in the first six stages - a first time in the history of the Tour de France.  A British rider, Stephen Cummings, member of the South African team, won this 7th stage.

More to come in part two ...  

Friday, June 17, 2016

My immigrant Story in The Guardian (and a Celebration)

As time permits I read about the news on the web and from a variety of newspapers as those shown in the collage above.  I don't read them daily but as often as I can.  In April and May I read stories on The Guardian in the Opinion section.  They were pieces written by immigrants to the US.  Below are some stories taken from my computer screen.

Then I noticed this caption: "Tell us how you got here ... We want to hear from the broadest possible range of people.  Young or old, from near or far ..." you can read the rest in my picture of my computer screen below.  Click on pictures to enlarge.

The immigrant stories on the newspaper were from people who had had a difficult life in their home country, such as the story of May 31, 2016, of a young man living in a refugee camp of 30,000.  Many of the immigrants to the US did not speak English well, such as Rossana Perez, story of April 5, 2016, who immigrated to the US from El Salvador when her husband was kidnapped.  Most people in the US now believe that immigrants are coming from third world countries only, are uneducated and a drain to the country.  At the end of May I decided to send my 200-word story to the Guardian to show that I came as an immigrant from an industrialized country - Paris is certain cosmopolitan.  It was not an escape, it was a choice.  I also spoke fluent English; please see my post "A New Year Party to Remember" about a party in London where I also mention my trips to England. Since a teenager, I had taken the ferry from Dieppe, France to Newhaven, England, almost a dozen times.  Below are old postcards of Dieppe harbor station.

The Opinion Editor replied that she was interested in my story and to send her a 600-800 words piece with some pictures, by the following Friday.  I wrote the story and sent her several pictures, which I'll show below.  I sent some from the time when I arrived in the US when I was young - my senior face is not as fetching!  I did not have a digital camera then and it was not easy finding old photos.  The caption under my photo on the newspaper story reads "I still remember when my hometown was liberated and Mother and I walked on the Champs-Elysees."  I was just a kid then and I did not think a picture of me as a child was appropriate for my immigrant story.  Photo below was taken around Christmas in San Francisco with my pet cockatiel Diego.

For several days I looked for my story in the Guardian but did not see it.  I thought that the newspaper must receive a tremendous amount of stories - what were the odds that mine would be published?  The Guardian is an English newspaper founded in 1821.  It has become one of the most visited news site in the world.  So I was quite surprised last Tuesday, June 14, 2016, to see my picture and story in the newspaper.  Below is a photo around another Christmas but with my pet parakeet Dimitri.

My piece had been slightly edited.  While reading some of the comments to my story I realized that the newspaper had used, in the heading, a sentence that was not in the printed story, but in my email to the newspaper.  When I sent my email containing my essay I told the Editor that I did not know if it would be of interest to readers since I had not been a destitute immigrant, uneducated and terrorized in Paris.  Even though I think it is wonderful that the US accepts immigrants (well, not that many anymore from Muslim countries) not all immigrants are refugees fleeing torture and certain death in their country.  I wrote that I did have a glamorous job in Paris, an apartment, a car and that, actually coming to the US had hurt me financially since I had a higher salary at my job in Paris than in San Francisco.  It did not matter to me because I had not come "for a better life" or in pursuit of the mighty dollar.  I had come to travel, for adventure.  Financial gain had not been my purpose.  This statement was not in my story so the heading sentence was confusing to readers.  I wish instead they had used "I came for travel and adventure."  But maybe happy stories are not as interesting to readers.  Below are two more photos I sent, taken in San Francisco around 1967 or 68, one with a little neighbor.

 Growing up in Paris, our apartment building was in a "Cité " made up of apartment buildings around a closed courtyard.  On the right side of the courtyard was the Metro Goldwyn Meyer studio in France (MGM-Paris.)  There, they showed films to distributors, repaired them, dubbed them, etc.  My little friends and I would play in the yard listening to the (loud) sound of westerns, horses, etc., coming from the always open studio window.  The boys in our group were the cowboys and my girl friend and I were the Indian maidens.  I got to really dislike cowboys (our boy playmates were rough) and decided that when I grew up I would go to the Indian country.  I came to the US to visit the country, learn the culture, visit Native American areas and listen to jazz, live.  I had a large collection of Blue Note jazz vinyl albums.  My favorite jazz artist was Thelonious Monk.  Money was never in the equation as I said above.  Below is the courtyard in Paris where I played as a child (located near the Sacre-Coeur of Montmartre.)

While traveling across the west I was very excited to visit the Blackfeet Nation in Browning, Montana.  I was a bit sad that most of the reservations I visited did not look very prosperous.  Still now it is a treat for me to visit the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians at their Reservation near the Great Smoky Mountains in North Carolina.  I wrote several posts about it, such as Cherokee Indian Market and Festival of Native People.  By now I have visited 48 US states (not Delaware and New Hampshire) as well as the US territory of Puerto Rico and the US Virgin Islands in the Caribbean region (as well as Mexico and Canada.)

Here is the link to my immigrant story on The Guardian:
I hope you will read it.

Having my immigrant story published this week was like a gift, in a way, since our 49th wedding anniversary is today, Friday June 17.  My dear readers may recall that I published a post in 2012 on our 1967 wedding in San Francisco and I included some wedding photos - click here to see the post again.  I wish that next year, in June 2017, we may be able to travel to San Francisco for our 50th wedding anniversary, but with my husband's illness, it is uncertain.  Today, to celebrate, we had lunch at a small Colombian restaurant called Kiosco.  First, we were served a garbanzo salad then my husband had Bandeja Paisa/Grilled Steak, Chorizo, Pork Grinds, Maduros, Avocado, Rice and Beans w/an egg ($15) and I had Cerdo en Salsa de Pimienta/12 oz Pork Loin Smothered in Black Pepper Gravy with Rice and Beans ($10.50.)  The food was good with generous portions.  For dessert my husband had the Tres Leches Cake, and I had the Coffee Flan ($5.50 ea.)  The restaurant is located near the Square in Marietta, next to the historic 1860 Murray House.

Before we left for lunch it had been quite warm - 93 F or almost 34 C.  But then a severe thunderstorm passed by and it cooled the temperature to 75 F or 23 C.  We sat on our back porch for a while.  Trees have grown so much in our backyard that it has become a green oasis.  We cannot see anyone around our house.  These is some color though because we placed our house plants outside about a month or so ago and they have come alive with new growth and flowers.  Even our Christmas cactus is blooming.

Looking up I realized that we had a mimosa tree now.  I had never noticed it among all the pines.  In France, a mimosa is a small shrub with bright yellow flowers with a delicious fragrance.  The Latin name is Acacia Delbata.  It was introduced in France in 1867 from Australia and now the shrub is growing wild in the French Riviera region.

The mimosa flower is so popular in France that several Provencal towns celebrate it yearly in spring with festivals and parades.  A medieval village is even called "Bornes les Mimosas."  It is one of the most florally decorated towns of France with its streets lined with flowers.

My mimosa tree is not the same; it is an Alizia julibrissin in Latin, also called a Persian Silk Tree.  The flowers look like they are made of pink silky threads above a white or yellow base.  I believe it is growing wild in the South and is invasive; there are many of these trees along our road.  We did not plant this mimosa tree, it just came up.  As I was looking up at the tree I saw a little butterfly hoping from flower to flower.

Before lunch my husband went to read in the front yard which is the only area with a little sun.  He planted herbs and flowers there in several pots.  There are some wild periwinkles among the weeds, too.

As I was taking his picture I could see something bright yellow in the distance.  It was a sunflower plant growing on the hill that had been clear cut of trees last January by the Water Commission (for an upcoming water main.) 

The sunflower plant had grown well out of the wood chips left from the cut trees.  It looked pretty and happy.  So I'll end this post with this happy flower.  After a week of hate, terror and grief in Orlando, Florida and in Britain, it may give us hope that some kindness and love may still grow around us just like this little plant did out of a bleak hill.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Bulloch Hall 34th Quilt Show ... and more, part II

My post on the first part of this quilt show was published on March 18, 2016 - click here to see it.  This is the continuation of it.  Before stepping up to the attic we stopped in the Sewing Room and saw the quilts below.  Quilt 112 by Christie Fouts is called "Lucy with the Sky with Diamonds."  It was a challenge quilt - a piece based on a song.  Quilt 115 by Marie Huston is called "Bubblegum Iris" and is based on her garden where her variety of iris smells like bubblegum.  Quilt 118 by Nancy French is called "Mountain Meadow Lily" because the blues and greens remind her of the colors of the Great Smoky Mountain Park.  Click on collages to enlarge.

As my husband was reading about the quilts I walked slowly by each quilt and took their pictures.

Quilt 137, standing behind the bed, was made by Linda Wirtz as a gift to her daughter-in-law who went to the University of Alabama.  The quilt used the anchor, symbol of her Delta Gamma Sorority and is entitled "Anchor Aweigh" to the Future!"  (pictured in center of collage.)

I took some close-ups too.

Some Halloween quilts were displayed in the Civil War Room.

Below is a model of C.S.S. Alabama, displayed in that room, and an information panel.

Back downstairs we entered the Master Bedroom.  On the bed was quilt 15 displayed by Nancy Summa who says "I inherited this quilt in 2015.  It was made in 1884 by my great, great, great grandmother, Anna Maria Woodruff.  Entirely hand pieced and hand quilted by Anna Maria."  On the wall, above the fireplace, was quilt 17 "Clementine's Star" by Lynn Rinehart - it is shown at the top of this post.

In the Library was quilt 7 called "Red of the Month" by Jan Antranikian.  The pink quilt next to the piano is "New York Beauty" by Nancy Summa.  Quilt no. 8 in black and orange, above the fireplace, is called "Optical Illusion" by Meg Latimer.  A guilt member was sitting in front of the quilt to be raffled away (I bought several tickets but did not win it.)  On the sofa was quilt no. 12 "The Road Home" by Joan Lindley who completed this almost finished quilt because ... "Miss Edith, my sister-in-law's mother, was not able to complete this before her death at age 96."

We sat a bit on the front porch on two inviting rocking chairs.

It had been a sunny and warm March day.  It was hard to leave such a beautiful historic home - we walked on the grounds then had to drive back home.  On the way we passed by "Mimosa Hall" where I had been to an estate sale in the fall of 2014 - read about it here.  Now there was a pretty tree with pink buds in front of the house.

Looking at the pictures I took lately - they are mostly of our two cats, Cody and Mitsouko.  There were cats in some of the quilts we saw - here are three of them, then I'll show some of my cat pictures.

News from the home front - our move to Nashville is not moving fast - almost at a standstill (will be lucky to move by the end of 2016.)  My dear readers know that my husband has Alzheimer - he is in the middle stage I think.  He has no short term  memory at all so he cannot help me much.  For example if he looks at the table at a cup of coffee then at the window - he already forgot about the coffee.  It is not that he does not remember, it is just that there is no memory impression left anywhere on his brain.  He loves to pet our cats, and to look at nature outdoors.  Mitsouko was stopped in the den playing with something.  I looked down and it was a tiny snake.  I took it outside, placed it in a planter and it disappeared - still alive, fortunately.

The disease has taken all my husband's initiative so he gets bored and likes to get out on little trips.  A trip to the grocery store takes a couple of hours as he stops often (and I lose him.)  He was shy but now has lost his inhibitions and likes to talk to strangers - it can be embarrassing for me.  Constant care giving is not easy and very stressful - by the time I could work on clearing out our accumulations, I am physically and emotionally exhausted.  I do everything I know to slow down the disease - cook a good Mediterranean cuisine - which takes time, and give him Coconut Oil, walnuts, blueberries, anchovies, etc.  There is little to slow the disease and no cure.  Big Pharma spends $$ trying to sell drugs like Prevagen (that our neurologist says is useless and has many side effects) but they are ineffective and the risks are great.  Mitsouko, our grey Korat, does not forget to harass Cody ...

My husband was diagnosed in 2009 but I did not talk about it on my posts (and my husband was reading my posts then and correcting my grammar.)  Friends told me that I should mention it as it is a condition that should not be hushed up.  We all need to do more to raise awareness on this terrible disease and support increased research.  I am one of 15 million unpaid Alzheimer caregivers in the US - one in three seniors die with Alzheimer or other dementia, and in the US every 66 seconds someone develops the disease.  I talked to my husband yesterday to see how his memory is holding.  I asked him his name - he knew it was Jim, but could not remember his last name.  He does not know the day, month, year and even my name, and cannot count or tell time anymore.  I asked him in which state do we live? No clue - Texas, maybe he said - no, I replied.  So I said "does Georgia rings a bell?"  he looked around and said "ring, ring!"  I asked him what he was doing - he replied he was trying to find the bell but the bell was not there with answers.  He has not lost his sense of humor, yet.  So we laughed.  I told him he sure needed a bell or something.  We laughed some more --- we laughed - what else could we do?

At least we have sun in Georgia most of the time, and beautiful days.  It would be harder somewhere where the sky is grey.  It reminds me of an old French song by Charles Aznavour called "Emmenez-moi" which means take me away.  It is about someone living in the north and wanting to be taken away to a wonderland, where unhappiness would be easier to bear under the sun.  I found it with the lyrics on youtube.  I hope I can paste it - for me it takes a while to start.  The refrain melody says:

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

which translates into:
Take me to the end of the earth
Take me to a wonderland
It seems to me that misery
Would be less painful in the sun


This week we bought several plants - annuals and herbs.  It took him two days, under supervision, but he planted them all.  He even noticed a little frog that had decided to hop into a Coleus plant, named "Spiced Curry." 

Also, moving some boxes in the garage I found a very old oil painting that I had done in the mid to late 1960s.  It was supposed to be a self-portrait but I did not like the portion around my mouth and chin and thought I had thrown it away (as so many of my paintings) but there it was.  I took it to the kitchen to snap it for y'all.

Memorial Day is here - take a pause to remember.  Summer will follow now.  I hope everyone will have a great summer!

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