I picked up The Literature of American History: A Bibliographical Guide (1902, reprinted 1966) and was skimming through the section on “Educational History,” and came across these two titles (grabbed screen shots at Archive dot org). Here’s the blurb in The Literature of American History: Together these two works, which are really companions, present a
That we have Facebook to “keep up with friends” is this century’s version of “I read Playboy for the articles.” That’s what telephones are for. If you don’t care enough about the person to give them a call now and then, you don’t really care about “keeping up” with them—you’re interested in their keeping up with you. You want them
via AoSHQ Sunday Morning Book Thread; Check out the photo of the mirrored library, as well. There’s a 12 volume collection of books for children with My Book House as part of the title: They are beautiful books. Images from Archive.org where you can borrow the books for 14 days. This is interesting– and disconcerting.
Oh. It’s become silly alright! Well beyond silly if you ask me.
Thursday evening’s videos showed clouds to the east– the rain we’d had an hour or so earlier. This photo is the beginning of a little squall line that blessed us with an evening shower. Years ago, I took up bird watching– even bought the National Audubon Society Field Guide. It told me that every year
As you can see, this was more than 10 years ago. What a great year we had! Indeed, spending a year on the north fork of the Shenandoah River was no doubt a distal cause of our moving to Mississippi just three years later. Round trip: 236 steps! BTW– this was the year of bird
For years now, a blue heron has had a nest at the northeast corner of The Lake. Nothing quite like watching a blue heron fly up out of the grass near the water. I can see it perched on a dead tree truck on the far shore (bottom left photo). [Photos taken on my Nikon
The Home Economists of the Crisco Kitchen at Proctor & Gamble recommended serving Seafood Neptune, Creamed Chicken, or Chow Mein over Fried Noodle Rings. Unfortunately, the pages for the first two recipes are missing from this crappy old paperback cookbook, so we’ll have to settle for authentic 1949 style Chow Mein. See the recipe for
As I mentioned at the AosHQ pageover on Gab.com, today’s Recipe Tuesday will be devoted to the Horde of Deplorables who are able to cope with sauces. What follows is a sauce-making primer from Grand Diplôme Cooking Course, Volume 2 (1971). [For ease of reading, I’ve omitted quotation marks.] Let me remark that after having read all this,
As I mentioned at the AosHQ page over on Gab.com, today’s Recipe Tuesday will be devoted to the Horde of Deplorables who are able to cope with sauces.
Our little town– not the village, the town– has three pharmacies. When we moved here, we chose to do business with the small, not-a-chain one. Customer service was pretty good (although screwups were made) and there was a nice little selection of drug store stuff. Soon after the passing of a certain piece of legislation,
Alternative title: High Information Citizens At lunch today, Mr. Big Food and I were discussing the results from a recent survey conducted by The Woodrow Wilson National Fellowship Foundation. It was a survey testing American citizens’ knowledge of civics. The irony of this organization conducting this survey was not lost on either of us. (We
My lovely living boy, | My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy. Guillaume de Salluste (1544-1590), Divine Weeks and Works, Second Week, Fourth day, pt. 2 My fair son! | My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Wm. Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John, act III, sc. iv, l. 103
Begun last evening and finished this evening. Beginning December 17th with a trip through the dense frozen fog from The Farm to Tupelo, and ending tomorrow, December 24th with the last leg of our Holiday travels— northern Georgia back to The Farm— and not including side trips to Starkvegas, Town, and the DG in the