Gramma's Potato Salad

Gramma's Potato Salad is a family institution. When she's not around to make it anymore, it just won't be the same. These days, she "directs" the making of it. She has a hard time cutting up the potatoes now ... (She's 80 yo.)

Gramma Pickles' Potato Salad

Ingredients :
Russett Potatoes, diced and boiled
Boiled eggs, peeled and diced
Chopped Onion

Dressing :
Miracle Whip (no substitutions or you'll hear about it)
Cider Vinegar
Sugar
Milk (Gramma says whole milk is best)
Paprika
Parsley
Pepper and salt

Mix all ingredients according to taste. There are no exact measurements with Gramma's cooking. You just add ingredients, and make adjustments until it's right.

Balm of Gilead - Balsam Poplar

One day in the Highlands of Scotland, I looked down to find a bunch of leaves on the ground from my all-time favorite tree --the Balsam Poplar. I think it might be in the cottonwood family. I know these leaves by their wonderful smell--the backs are streaked (but not sticky) with this wonderful bronze resin. If I could bottle this scent, I'd wear it--and I'm not much for perfumes.

These are pretty common trees in Northern Wisconsin. It's also known as The Balm of Gilead for it's healiong properties--whatever they are. My dad cuts these wonderful trees down for "popple."

Anchors

My friend J has a theory that certain people in our lives act as anchors--no, not that they weigh us down. Rather, these are the people that we connect with so effortlessly, people who help us find our true selves, people who bring us back to ourselves when we run astray/aground. These are the people who remain important to us, even though the distances of time and space may seem overwhelming. It's more like these people are the little bit of weight that keeps a kite from flying off and out of control .... We still get to fly, but they keep us grounded (in a good way) and tethered to home.

For me, Sandy was an anchor. So are CL, J, SKS, Caroline, Dottie, DO, Sinden, DMJ.

Thank you to all my Anchors. I wouldn't still be here without you. I only hope I can return the favor.

That was Your Mother ... with an AK-47

My friend J was a sharp shooter in the Coast Guard. Her husband came upon this semi-automatic AK-47 in his line of work. One day while I was visiting, we got to shoot it ... I know it was kind of a rush. Can't remember what the kickback was like now, or if it tended to jam ... At the time, we were preparing to move to Alaska where we knew we'd be hunting some of our food. That never quite happened, but we were preparing!



This is one of my husband's favorite pictures of us loading the magazine clips with ammunition--while wearing sun dresses and sipping juice. Seems like an unlikely juxtoposition, but we did it that summer's day.

When Opportunity Knocks, Take the Wilderness Tour!

In 2004, J and I were visiting Scotland for the 1st time (not to be the last). One day, we had planned to ride the Inverness City Bus Tour to several sites that day including Cawdor Castle (with links to MacBeth) just outside of town. When we were passing through the lobby of the Scottish Youth Hostel at Inverness, a woman was there looking for a few people she was supposed to pick up for a Wilderness Tour. They were no where to be found. So she asked if WE would be interested ... We said we had plans and a budget for the day ... She made us a deal we could not refuse. We went on this Wilderness Tour for something like 8 Pounds (Normally 35 Pounds for the same tour). The only catch was that we had to be back by 2 pm to catch her mini-van down to beautiful Glen Affric.

We did see Cawdor Castle--briefly, and made if back in time for the Glen Affric Wilderness Tour. It was absolutely GORGEOUS country. I felt all my stresses melt away on that trip. The pain in my neck subsided. I'd read a card in the seat pocket ahead of me that the company started because the owners knew people (specifically world leaders) with stressful, high-power jobs needed a way to de-stress. What better way to get grounded than in Nature? It worked for me! I realized, then, too that this was something that had been missing from my life since moving to Oshkosh. In Madison, I had my favorite natural places ... and I went to them regularly, but had not found comparable haunts in the Fox Valley.


On the drive back, we stopped at the edge of a field to watch deer having their evening dinner at dusk. I used to do that at Cherokee Marsh outside of Madison just about once a week ...

To this day, J and I are convinced that this trip was a gift from J's Gramma, Erma Kerska who died a few years ago. For about 25 years, she lived alone in a cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin. She had a great appreciation for the Wilderness--with a shotgun by the front door. This trip was not one we planned, but it was exactly what we needed. And Erma knew it!

This tour guide happened to be English, working in Inverness. On the weekend, she was going to be teaching a folk dancing class at Findhorn. She invited us to tag along. We had been trying to figure out how we would get there and finally gave up. We'd already made plans to go to The Isle of Skye for the weekend.

You don't have to take every opportunity put in your path. But it is certainly worthwhile to take advantage of some of the opportunities that come our way. You may be pleasantly surprised!

Caledonia / Scotland

I just got back from my 2nd trip to Scotland. Sigh! J and I actually climbed up to the top of this hill on the Bay of Uig, at the tip of The Isle of Skye. Watched kayakers below us in the water until the clouds came down on us. Neat experience!

I should state that I was able to return to Scotland because my husband won a trip for 4 to London last summer because he bought the last Harry Potter book from our local bookstore. This was a huge deal last summer, and the local Rotary Club offered this prize trip to London for 4 to see the Harry Potter sites. We decided to take the money and build our own trips ... CL and Oliver went to Japan (Land of Pokemon). I went back to Scotland with J. My thanks to The Oshkosh Rotarians!

If you've never been to Scotland, here's a song that will help explain what Scotland means to me, how I miss it, how it feels like home ... Enjoy!

Dougie MacLean's Caledonia



If anyone is interested, here's a link to the Photo Album on Picassa of this most recent trip. Lots of hill walking through those vast green countrysides. Scotland has more sheep than people ...


Near Uig (pronounced Oo-ig) on The Isle of Skye. This is the road to The Faery Glen ... Hey there's a reason I don't vacation in the Carribean ... As a Child of the North, I melt in the sun. I love these cloudy changing skies. Don't even mind the rain.

Here's another song that sums the trip up for me :

"I spent my life watching sky and sea change color
Hypnotized by the beauty of it all
And you ask me why I'm singing
Well, it's good for me. It can be good for you ..."
--Hothouse Flowers, "Good for You"

Signs of Fall

* First day of school
* Canada Geese flying low overhead and honking loudly
* Mice move back in the house. Time to set traps again ...
* A few leaves on the Virginia Creeper are turning scarlet already
* 4 Honey Crisp Apples ripening on the little tree this year (It's an off-year. We'll have a better crop next year.)

That Was Your Mother ... on a Motorcycle

This is a picture of me back in 1995-96. Yes, that's MY motorcycle--a blue Suzuki 650. I called it "Blue Skies." And, Yes, I knew how to ride it. There were a couple of us at the coop that year (Me, Kevin, Kelly--Frank Nick had been riding for years) who wanted to learn to ride--and we did. There is nothing quite like feeling the curves on a motorcycle down country roads on a beautiful day! Feeling the physics-of-motion is fun in itself!

I took the safety course at the tech school, and passed the driver's test. I highly recommend these courses to anyone wanting to ride a motorcycle. It will remove the guess-work of what to do when, give you confidence and practice riding with teacher's in a controlled environment.

I remember when I took the bike in to Motorcycle Performance to have some work done on it (new brakes, new rear tire). When I went to pick it up, the mechanics ran over each other to see this "chick" who bought and rode a 650 cc bike. I think I smiled and waved at them. They didn't get out much, I guess.

Learning to ride that bike was a big deal for me. My bank job had recently been eliminated, and I really needed to do something to make me feel in control of my own destiny then--nothing like learning a new skill for that! It was a little bit scary at first, but I conquered those fears and learned to ride it. I was in charge. I could pick it up when it tipped over (It was a delicate balance, but do-able).

I still have an M on my driver's license, but I sold the bike before I got married. I was concerned about my safety not so much on the open road, as in town. People in cars tend not to see people on motorcycles--I suspect people in SUVs literally can't see them. Even though I had all the safety gear and made myself as visible as possible, I was still concerned for my safety. I gave the bike up.

These days, I get a ride every few years with someone I trust at the handlebars. I don't have my own bike anymore, but I kept my gear just in case the urge took me and I had to go again ...

10 Ways to Tell your Children ... I Love You

We have this magnet stuck to the fridge. Oliver looks at it regularly. He calls me on 5) "Spend time and play with your children" commandment. He loves to play games--role-playing games, board games, computer games. I'm just not a game-player, so I tend not to engage him in that way, but I remind him that we DO spend time together laughing and playing. I'm more likely to "make stuff" with him.

The other one he got me on this week is 10) "Say the words 'I love you" at least once a day. That one I can do ... He doesn't like kisses anymore, but I can say this. I'd better do it now--He won't appreciate it when he's 14 and on his way out to be with his friends.

I am amazed and impressed that he has taken these 10 commandments to heart. He knows what they mean and he has the self-esteem to bing us (his parents) in line when he sees us falling off the wagon.

Eat the Music

At my Women's Group tonight, the topic of discussion was :
"What song do you most connect with spiritually?"

All month, I've been thinking about this question. This has been a tough assignment for me--there were many songs that were candidates ... In the end, I chose Eat the Music by Kate Bush because I think of myself as a Pagan at heart.

To me, this song is about living life, feeling, experiencing everything. It's about Being Here Now. It's about sensuality. One of my beefs with some religions is that they are too much about the afterlife, and all about privations here on Earth. What's the point of that? We're only here for a short while, why not make the most of it? Live it up!

Having your heart ripped out is not necessarily a bad thing. If you take it all in, and turn the experiences inside out, then everything is laid bare and transformed in the process.

"And this curve, is your smile. And this cross, is your heart. And this line, is your path." --Kate Bush

Kate Bush made a wonderful video for this song as part of The Line the Cross, and the Curve where she tells the story of The Red Shoes as a short film in a music video format. She was feeling trapped with a pair of red shoes that were ruining her life--she couldn't get them off her feet, and they wouldn't let her rest. Someone advised her to "Sing back the symbols."

In Eat the Music, Kate Bush is singing and dancing with people she loves, in a room filled with fruit and color and life and joy. She got back on her path this way by living her own life, not someone else's--doing what she loved (singing). She was able to get rid of the Red Shoes this way.

This line is your path; this cross is your heart; this curve, your smile.

She gave them away--she gave her path, her heart, and her joy away. And it was her journey to get them back again--not just by chasing the Crow who tricked them away from her. She wanted to live someone else's dream and be a dancer. But that got away from her. She couldn't control it. The shoes had a mind of their own. She needed to "sing back the symbols"; she needed to go back to her own path, bear her own cross, and rediscover her joy in order to get the symbols back. It wasn't just in chasing this trickster woman, but in living her own life for herself. When she forgot about the trickster and got lost in her own thing in Eat the Music, she got back on her path. And that's why the trickster got the curse of the shoes returned to her--trying to live someone else's dream again.

Yes, it was an important film for me.

What is my JOY? Skating

What is my Path?

What is my Cross?

Lessons of The Red Shoes aka Kate Bush

1. Sing Back the Symbols

2. Protect yourself with Fire

3. Call on those you love, and who love you

4. (SKATE!) for your smile

5. Live your own dream

6. Follow your own path

7. Follow your heart and be true to it and your path