by Judy Handley | Apr 16, 2020 | 2020 Life Logs |
2020 Life Logs, Day 107: Getting Your G-BOMBS
Date: Thursday, April 16, 2020
Weather: Partly Cloudy; High 47 degrees, Low 32 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
I am always focused on trying to eat the healthiest foods that I can. But the coronavirus threat has made this even more important. What are the foods that best support your immune system? Dr. Joel Fuhrman, MD, has a fun acronym to help you remember the healthiest foods that contain the nutrients needed to help your body fight off any illness. The acronym is G-BOMBS.
G = Greens
B = Beans
O = Onions
M = Mushrooms
B = Berries
S = Seeds
I eat a huge amount of greens, especially kale. Creasy greens are my favorite, but I they grow wild further south, not here on Cape Cod. Pinto beans are my favorite, but you can’t eat them every day. So, I include garbanzo beans or black lentils in my lunchtime salad. I eat onions with everything, raw and cooked, and try hard to incorporate mushrooms in something I eat every day. My favorite way to have mushrooms is to slice and sauté them in soy sauce. I then put them in the fridge and add them cold to salads. Berries have always been a favorite and I love the fact that organic blackberries are available in the stores here these days. That was not always the case. They are expensive so I limit myself to six organic blackberries a day. And seeds. I put pumpkin seeds, hemp hearts, ground flax seeds, Brazil nuts, walnuts, and chia seeds in my daily morning smoothie. So, I am trying to get my daily G-BOMBS. Hope all of you are getting your share of these healthy foods.
by Judy Handley | Apr 15, 2020 | 2020 Life Logs |
2020 Life Logs, Day 106: Ollie and Hayes
Date: Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Weather: Overcast and Rainy; High 49 degrees, Low 36 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
If my parents were still alive, they would be celebrating their 96th wedding anniversary today. So, I decided to spend part of my day writing about them. I share that story below. In addition, I spent a couple of hours continuing the packing up of 60 Vidal and prepared for my Memoir Writing class tomorrow. That was it for my day. Now here’s my tribute to my parents.
96th Wedding Anniversary Tribute to Ollie and Hayes
If my parents were still alive, they would have celebrated their 96th wedding anniversary today. I am the youngest of their seven children. The first two children died, one at birth and one at age 3 of whooping cough, but five of us survived. By the time I came along, one sister was already married and the others were teenagers. Only two of us are still living and I have it as one of ‘missions’ in life to share some of the family stories with the younger generations—grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren of Ollie and Hayes. So, on this, their anniversary day, I share a little background information and the story of their meeting and wedding day. It is a story of country people from southern West Virginia in the early part of the 20th century. What I cherish about recounting these family stories is that they tell the story of the building of this country, one family at a time. Each family has its own unique story and I want to do my part to pass the stories of my family on to the younger generations.
On Tuesday, April 15, 1924, Ollie Lillian Biggs married Hayes Winfred Martin in Laurel Branch, West Virginia. There was never a town named Laurel Branch. It was just an area with a few farms. Today locals in the little town of Paint Bank, Virginia, only six miles to the east of Laurel Branch, can’t tell you where it is. But the home Hayes grew up in, where Ollie and Hayes were married, is still there in the curve of Monroe County Road 17 where Potts Creek makes a gentle turn from running west to the south.
In 1924, my grandfather owned the land on both sides of Potts Creek. Fred Martin’s home and farm were on one side of the road. His sawmill on the other. My grandmother died in 1910 of what was called consumption at that time, tuberculosis now. Hayes was not quite seven years old when his mother died. He once told me that he dropped out of school to take care of his mother and his little brother. And as far as I know, he never had any further formal education. His father remarried and he viewed his stepmother as a wicked witch. Her name was Willie and from my dad’s point of view, she used her two stepsons as servants. My dad never, ever talked about his past, but according to information I gleaned from my mother, my dad left home when he was 13 and went to work in the mines. I always assumed she meant in the coal mines, but the closest coal mine would have been at least 75 miles away. I learned in recent years that there were iron ore mines in Paint Bank, only six miles from home, so it is more likely that as a very young teenager, this is where he fled. Again, according to my mother, he was injured in a mining incident when he was 19 and moved back home to Laurel Branch in the summer of 1923. That is when they met.
Laurel Branch is in Monroe County which occupies the southeast corner West Virginia. Along the southern border of Monroe County is Peters Mountain. It is the dividing line between West Virginia and Virginia, and it looms over most of Monroe County. Laurel Branch is on the Virginia side of the Peters Mountain in an area that was maintained by the new state of West Virginia when it separated from Virginia in 1863. The nearest little town to Laurel Branch is Paint Bank, Virginia which is six miles to the east. The area once known as Laurel Branch and a narrow strip of land going about six miles further south to Waitville, is all there is of Monroe County on the south side of Peters Mountain. My mother’s family was from the larger land area of Monroe County to the north of Peters Mountain. She was the only girl in a family of the six children that survived infancy. Her father made a living by hauling things, mainly timber, with his horses. As a family, they moved to where her father could find work. In the summer of 1923, the family was living in Laurel Branch, West Virginia, where Ollie’s father was hauling timber to my grandfather’s sawmill. One summer day, my mother and her girlfriend, Nellie Lane, went to the store at Fred Martin’s place. Fred was my grandfather. As I stated earlier, Hayes was home due to a work injury. He was stirring apple butter in a shed next to the house when Ollie and Nellie walked by. Hayes tried to get them to help him stir, but they were in a hurry to get to the store to see their boyfriends. Ollie’s boyfriend was Tom Martin who helped run the store and Nellie was interested in his older brother Junior. Hayes got someone to stir for him and followed the girls around the house to the store. That night they all went to silent movie that was shown in my grandfather’s barn. By the way, that barn is still standing. In later years, my mom said, “During the movie, Hayes got up on a bale of hay and kept teasing us.” He asked to walk Ollie home, but her brothers said no. But by the next April, they were married.
The next part of the story is almost unbelievable, but my mother told a convincing story. First of all, the wedding was to be a double ceremony. Barely 16-year-old Ollie Lillian Biggs was to marry 20-year-old Hayes Winfred Martin at the same that Ollie’s brother Lee Poindexter Biggs was to marry Hayes’ first cousin, Gladys Porterfield. My father at age 20 was the oldest of the four. The night before the wedding, my mother and my Aunt Gladys decided they should cut their long hair. They used a bowl which they put on their heads while the other did the cutting. In their minds, the result was a stylish and very popular 1920’s bob. But the next day when Hayes and Lee saw their wives-to-be, they almost called off the wedding. It did go ahead, but when it came time for my father to say, “I do”, he stubbornly just stood there staring at my mother’s hair. My Uncle Lee said “I do” for him and my mother was never sure if she legally married my father or her brother! Then comes the really unbelievable part. As Ollie told the story, “The boys (Hayes and Lee) only had enough money to get one tick (mattress cover) stuffed with hay, so we planned to share one bed with the four of us in an empty house known to be haunted.” Why not? After all, it was free. As a joke, the man who stuffed the tick overstuffed it, so when they all four tried to get in bed, they kept rolling off. According to my mother, they simply giggled that first night away until my father swore he saw a headless horseman riding around the house. Thinking it was a ghost, they all ran home as fast as they could. No one had ever talked to Ollie about the facts of life and she swore until the day she died that on that wedding day, she had no idea where babies came from. Regardless, nine months later, she had the first of her seven children. I guess she quickly figured that one out.
by Judy Handley | Apr 14, 2020 | 2020 Life Logs |
2020 Life Logs, Day 105: Slowly Getting Back in Gear
Date: Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Weather: Sunshine; High 55 degrees, Low 40 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
Throwing my back out and having a scary allergic reaction all in one weekend set me back a few steps. But today I felt like I was ready to get back into gear . . . slowly. The back is doing okay, but I have to be really careful. This morning I had a Zoom Book Club meeting and then this afternoon I went over to Heather and Jed’s old house and did a little packing of bits and pieces in the kitchen, carefully packed some of their most precious decorative pieces, and dug up a couple of rhubarb plants and some thyme to transplant. When I sent Heather a text saying that I was headed her way with rhubarb and thyme, she responded, “If only it were time, I could use some of that.” When I arrived at the new house, Jed was clearing a place in the garage for three palates of wood flooring that are being delivered tomorrow. I transplanted the rhubarb and was really bummed when I accidentally broke the main stem of one of the plants. It was not totally broken off, so maybe it will heal. And if not, hopefully the root will generate a new plant. I brought the thyme home with me as Heather is hoping to purchase containers for a kitchen herb garden on the deck. I’ll return it when the planters are in place. I brought the fragile decorative pieces into the dining room, one at a time, and put those on the shelves. And then I helped move a few things from the garage to the basement. I did have on the back support belt that Peter Baranowski loaned me and I iced my back as soon as I got home. That worked, so I will continue to do a little more each day.
I got my second Misfits organic produce order today. You never what is coming, so each delivery is a surprise. Today, delivered to my doorstep in all recyclable or compostable materials (no plastic) were:
2 golden beets
1 celeriac root
3 jalapeno peppers
1 huge and 2 small sweet potatoes
1 bunch of kale
2 zucchinis
1 European cucumber
1 bag of broccoli (in a compostable bag)
3 yellow onions
3 limes
1 mango
3 oranges
Plus extras I ordered:
1 bar of Taza dark chocolate
3 kinds of mushrooms–white, oyster, and shitake
I’m loving getting my weekly fruits and veggies this way. This week’s challenge will be learning how to use the celeriac root. I’ve never cooked with it before, so I’ll let you know how that turns out.
by Judy Handley | Apr 13, 2020 | 2020 Life Logs |
2020 Life Logs, Day 104: Recovery Day
Date: Monday, April 13, 2020
Weather: Rainy and WINDY; High 56 degrees, Low 51 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
In yesterday’s log, I reported that I had talked to my friend Lynne Kirwin in New Zealand last night. This morning I got this image from her via email.
Just had to share that with you.
I continued to busy myself today with food preparation. I made my favorite Greek chicken thighs with artichoke hearts (minus the kalamata olives as I don’t have any) and I tried a new banana bread recipe. I don’t often eat baked goods these days, but I had three bananas that were begging to be used. I found a recipe with no sugar that uses almond flour instead of wheat flour and chopped dates instead of sugar. I am happy to report that it is delicious. But other than a little cooking, I did absolutely nothing today. But I am also happy to report that if I had a head cold, it magically went away. This leads me to believe that I did really have an allergic reaction and those daffodils that were sitting by my computer. Just in case, no more indoor flowers for me. And the last happy report is that my back gets just a little better each day. I’m not going to be hauling a lot of heavy boxes in the near future, but I think I can ‘gently’ get back to normal activities. This evening Peter Baranowski dropped by to bring me one of his spare back support belts that I can wear when lifting things. I put it on and it felt great, so I won’t hesitate to use it. Thank you, Peter.
The weather was the big story of the day. I took my long walk with Shadow at 7:30 am thinking I would avoid the rain that was forecast to arrive around 8 am. It came early and we got soaked, but we enjoyed the walk. We ate breakfast and then we both went back to bed and slept most of the morning away. I would normally think this was being lazy, but with both the mending back and the ‘instant’ allergic reaction, I figured they were telling me I need rest. For once, I listened. We got up just before 11 am and found that the wind and rain had increased. I then checked my Voice Mail and found I had a message from my electric provider telling me that an extended power outage was a possibility because of the high winds. I’ve never gotten a warning like that before, so I took it seriously and got the battery-operated lights ready, just in case.
Mid-afternoon, Midge Frieswyk dropped a little bag of goodies inside my storm door. She was delivering muffins to all in our dining-in group just to brighten our day. We had pre-arranged that she would put the muffins inside the storm door and then knock to announce their arrival. 
Thank you, Midge. As she walked back to her car, I opened the door to get the muffins and wave to her and saw that her husband Bill was in the car. I haven’t seen him since November when a fall landed him in rehabilitation facility. And there he fell and broke his hip and didn’t get released until Thursday, March 12, just when the coronavirus shutdown was happening. We were all so glad he could come home and I was delighted to get the chance to wave to him this afternoon. But I almost lost my glass storm door in the process. When I tried to close the storm door, the wind caught it and took me with it. I battled with the wind and had to pull really hard to get the door shut, but in the end I won. I think that was at least a 30 mph gust. Right now it is still windy out, but I think it is settling down. When I heard about all of the destruction in the southern states today from tornadoes and high wind, our windy day seems like nothing.
by Judy Handley | Apr 12, 2020 | Cape Cod, USA |
2020 Life Logs, Day 103: Happy Easter
Date: Sunday, April 12, 2020
Weather: Mostly Sunny; High 55 degrees, Low 51 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
Easter Sunday didn’t go as planned. Last night I started having head cold symptoms. I know a runny nose is not a symptom of coronavirus, but right now any symptom can be a little scary. As the evening wore on, the runny nose got worse. I went to bed hoping it would be gone in the morning, but it was still with me. I had no fever but did cough twice last night, so I made the decision to once again self-quarantine and not be around the Goldstones until I figure out what is going on. If I exposed them to coronavirus, I could never forgive myself. I felt fine today, but did all the things you need to do just in case you get really sick. I made two different smoothies and put them in the frig and then I made broccoli potato soup and my favorite vegetable soup. I’ll eat some of both and put the rest in the freezer to have food in case I don’t feel like cooking. Then I put on my mask (thanks to my friend Karen Baranowski) and gloves and went over to Heather and Jed’s old house to wash my sheets. You certainly don’t want dirty sheets if you are too sick to get out of bed!
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To the left of the front door, Heather has a flower garden and this morning it looked like the perfect Easter greeting with yellow daffodils and pink and purple hyacinths. I left the old house and drove over to their new house to take the chicken we were going to fix for Easter dinner since I would not be eating dinner with them. I kept on the mask and gloves and got out of the car while Heather got in to get the chicken and some of the hanging clothes I packed in my car yesterday. Later in the afternoon, I returned so they could unload the rest of the clothes, but again I was in mask and gloves and kept a distance. By this time in the afternoon, I was pretty sure what I have is not a cold but an allergic reaction, but best to err on the side of caution. On Thursday I picked some daffodils and brought them inside to enjoy. I set them on rolling cart right next to where I work on my computer at the dining table. I don’t have an allergy to flowers that I know of, but I do remember having a similar experience when I put some chrysanthemums on the table near my computer a year or so ago. I threw out the daffodils and seem to be getting better.
What I have might just be a cold or maybe an allergy to the pollen from the flowers or I guess it could be THE virus none of us wants of speak of. Let’s hope that is not the case. Whatever, it did change my plans for today. I didn’t get to see the Goldpebbles on their morning Easter egg hunt and I didn’t get to have dinner with them, but I did get to see each of them from a safe distance during the day. 
I had a Skype call with Justin and family and got to watch as Justin sent Ziggy and Coco outside with clues to find another egg. And tonight I talked with my friend Lynne Kirwin in New Zealand. Due to the threat of the virus, she now thinks she won’t be coming home until June. After talking to Lynne, I had a piece of a delicious fruit tart that new neighbors had brought to H & J’s new house as a welcoming gift. It was not only beautiful, it was delicious. So, my Easter was scaled down a bit, but still a good day.
by Judy Handley | Apr 11, 2020 | 2020 Life Logs |
2020 Life Logs, Day 102: Moving Day 2
Date: Saturday, April 11, 2020
Weather: Mostly Sunny; High 54 degrees, Low 48 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
The U-Haul truck didn’t get returned at 10 am this morning. Heather and Jed decided to keep it for one more day to move more of the ‘big stuff’. Heather returned it at 6 pm this evening and I know she and Jed are totally exhausted. They have worked so hard for two full days with not a minute of down time. They will take a break from moving things tomorrow to celebrate Easter and get the things they have moved to the new house organized. Then Monday it is back to work and school at home for the week. Lots of progress is being made, but the move is not done yet. Maybe by the end of next weekend. My back is tenuous, but it is hanging in there letting me move at the speed of a turtle. I am still helping out, but everything takes a lot longer with my back issue. It is killing me that I am watching Heather and Jed work so hard and I can’t be more helpful.
Heather. Jed, and boys will do their annual Easter Egg hunt in the morning in the yard of their new home and then Shadow and I will join them for dinner. When I left there this evening, Ollie assured me that the Easter Bunny would find them at their new address and then he got that twinkle in his eye and added, “Mommy and Daddy will make sure of that.” I do believe he was telling me that he knows there really is no Easter Bunny, but he will play along. The little ones grow up way too fast.
