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Chapter III Book Club… Tulip Fever

Chapter III Book Club meeting

Tulip Fever

I belong to a WOW! book club.
I came to Palmetto Bluff in my own personal “witness protection program” as Carole Longmeyer
(married name) versus Carole Marsh.  Still, right away a neighbor reading specialist her entire career said (with a wink and a smile)…
“I know who you are!”
That was ok; it got me invited as a charter member to the Chapter III Book Club. We read serious fiction and non-fiction, as well as funky books, often before others have discovered them.
My first book (I do the February meeting) was Juicy and Delicious; you may know it as the movie Beasts of the Southern Wild.
So book/movie became the expected modus operandi for my meeting.
Thus, this time I picked the book Tulip Fever.  Bob bought it for me in Amsterdam (because it had a pretty cover), as well as My Dutch Cookbook, I guess in hopes I’d cook him something good.  (Don’t I always?)  Go on Amazon and read the write up for Tulip Fever, and I know you will want to read it!  Most of us know little about Holland/the Netherlands in the 1600s, when it was the richest country in the world (?!) and in the midst of, yes, tulip fever—when tulips were new, caught a virus and literally went viral with wild mosaic colors!  Tulips were traded for more than gold or diamonds.  And, later, tulips that had not even been planted, perhaps did not even exist?, were traded with wild abandon.  Yep, there was a bubble and a bust.  But what a setting and backdrop for a romance with twists, turns, and surprises!
Also Google Tulip Fever movie trailer!  Swoon!
 
And so for book club, I have adorned my home with tulips, made Dutch split pea soup with sour cream and baby carrot garnish, and, Dutch cherry pancakes. A friend is bringing Dutch cheese and crackers.  Another has promised a gorgeous Dutch chocolate cake.  Add some wine and all the trivia I garnered from also reading Tulipomania, about this era, and we are in for a fun night.
There are friends, and there are book friends.  Book friends are worth more than gold, diamonds, tulips, or  a gaggle of guilders.  Swoon!

Hoodoo You Do?

Voodoo ASCI copy

Hoodoo You Do?

I have just finished a book called LOWCOUNTRY VOODOOO A-Z.

You’ll see it on this website.

Now, “Why?” you might be asking, would a perfectly respectable, Christian writer for children do a voodoo book for adults?

Easy answer:  It’s history, fascinating, relevant, and…right out my back door!

I live in the Lowcountry of South Carolina; that means way down east in the land and water between the sea and the end of the wetlands and marshes and forests.  I believe my home is at sea level 20 feet, and that is only because we are on a bluff!  This area, as you know, is where so many of our ancestors first came ashore to the New World.  Some came as brave explorers…others as often fearful colonists (including women and children)…and others as unwilling slaves.  One thing they all had in common:  What they brought with them—their culture, spirituality, superstitions, knowledge, hopes, dreams, and beliefs.

The Gullah (Geechee in Georgia) came here with little but the shreds of clothes left on their backs and keen remembrances of what they had learned and left behind—their culture and beliefs.  From Africa, this was a life close to the earth, a dependency on natural roots and herbs for sustenance and medicine, and a belief system that spanned from God to boo hags.

Now, what’s a boo hag?  Well, you’ll have to read the book; this is only a brief blog!

But voodoo is more than a word.  Here in the Lowcountry, it is also called hoodoo.  It is not all about bad; some believe in spells and charms, and such to do good.  You don’t?  Well, did you ever pluck a four leaf clover for good luck?  Hang your keys on a rabbit’s foot keychain?  Avoid a black cat crossing your path?  Walk around a ladder?  In other words, the history of such things harks back to the Medieval Ages, and continues to the present.

Voodoo here, now?  Yep.  Trust me on this.  You know, we adults are just like the fourth graders I write to:  ignorant of subjects until we learn something about them.  Fascinated by the curious, weird, unknown to us.  And flabbergasted by face—especially when it’s wilder than fiction!

I had fun writing this book.  I met a lot of nice people.  And in the process of doing my research, I also came up with new book ideas:  Death by Grits, for example.  Hey, this is the South!  So don’t pooh-pooh hoodoo.  Keep and open mind and an open heart.  And if you want to see some cute voodoo dolls, go on Pinterest.  More soon on this subject!

Fitbit: Fad or Fantastic Way to Make You Reconsider Food?

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Only time will tell, but I got both a red and a black Fitbit last Christmas.  As soon as I figure out how to use it, I am raring to hit the pavement and do my 10,000 (or will that be 20,000?) steps each day!  In the meantime, I decided to create a Fitbit healthy snack.

“Fitbits” Recipe

A bit like trail mix, in a large bowl combine ½ cup of each of the following; baggie it up in daily doses and let it help give you energy and encouragement as you embark on your new fitness program.  You do have one, right?

  • Unsalted almonds
  • Dried pineapple pieces
  • Peanut butter chips
  • Dark chocolate chips
  • Salted pretzel bits
  • Coconut flakes

That’s six good things; obviously, you can vary them with what you have, like, or the season.  Just stick to healthy, variety, and more “bits” than bites.  A serving that fits in the little bowl palm of your hand is enough for one Fitbit session.  It’s your healthy reward for getting out there and getting a bit more fit!

Critical Thinking Skills

I write career books for kids.  I hire kids.  I see what kids don’t know.  We often preach the wrong things, I think, by default, often…because we don’t even bother to mention them, but they are important important.

I liked this list from eSchool News because it lists one critical skill that I have read that employers consider the most important.  I will save it for last.  Here the 5 are with mini-comment from me:

  • Self-direction: Kids need to drive their own learning…at work a direct order is not a suggestion, and it’s up to you to figure out how to do the thing requested. This is a much needed much needed lifeskill!
  • Evidence-based thinking: Kids need to learn not to believe everything they see, hear, read. They need to do their own research and draw conclusions for themselves.  In my books, I often add “the Carole Marsh question.”  What it is?  It is:  WHAT DO YOU THINK?  Not what does your mom think, your teacher, your BFF…WHAT DO YOU THINK?
  • Persistence: You can’t give up so soon or so easily or…well, at all!

How wimpy!  One of my mottos is:  Success Does Not Come to the Wimpy!  Hang in there, try again, go around, go over, dig under…do what you gotta do, but don’t give up don’t give up.

  • Take Risks: Not stupid risks, calculated risks. Failure is an option; give yourself a chance to fail.  Fail because you thought it was a good idea and you tried.  Failure just means something didn’t work out right that way at this time.  Try again.  Succeed.  Succeed!
  • Ambiguity: Kids need to learn to move on without all the answers. With two contradictory whatevers.  With many options, but no true clear answer as to which is best.  So what?!  This is real life.  Real life is full of ambiguity.  May the best ambiguity handler win!  Win!

If you think the doubled words were an error, no, no.

It was my way to emphasize that these things are important.  Very important.  Print this out; give it to a kid.  Hint:  That kid may be 30!

The Dust Bowl

IMG_1041What does this luscious cake photo have to do with the devastating period in American history know as the Dust Bowl?  Nothing, and that’s the point.

If you want to get a kid interested in history, introduce them to a subject they can really chow down on…like the Dust Bowl.  What child can’t wrap their imagination around:

  • Adults who did dumb things and ruined millions of acres of the most fertile lane on earth.
  • The idea of living in a one-room “soddie” with all your family, stuck half in the earth and topped by the very grass that could have saved your life, dust seeping in at every crack and crevice.
  • Ma going out to the barn in a dust storm so bad that Pa can’t see her after she closes the kitchen door. Pa not finding Ma till spring…where she blew away and finally came to rest up against a barbed wire fence a mile away, now nestled among the tumbleweeds.

 And kids think history is boring?  My beloved Chapter III book club just read The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan.  Winner of a National Book Award, this story of those who trekked West in good faith, only to become embroiled in a Titanic-sized effort to survive, is riveting.  If I wrote a book for kids on this subject, I would call it Death by Dust.  Some families left; others stayed.  Imagine kids going to school in a cloud of dust, wet handkerchiefs tied over their faces to try to avoid “dust pneumonia,” which many children did die of eventually.

And the cake?  Well, of all the cookbook and recipe research that I have done over the years, when I Googled “What did they eat during the Dust Bowl?” I pretty much came up with…nothing.  I know they had to eat something?  Maybe a stray potato, some beans?  Dust soup?  I think this cake would have lived in my imagination as what I sacrificed for the errors of my ways.  Or, perhaps, what I hoped to chow down on in my future, should I liveto tell the tale.

Also worthy:  Ken Burn’s outstanding PBS series on the Dust Bowl; watch it with a kid.  Have some cake.

The Desk

Desk Blog ImageI’ve been a writer since before I was born.  A writer is all about her desk.  My first desk was a small, kneehole, four-drawer black desk.  If I still owned it, I’d hang it on the wall and just look at it.  It had been painted red, green and black over the years, as nicks and gouges clearly showed.  It was the kind of desk a school kid from the 1950s might have done their homework on.  It’s hard for me to imagine that I once corralled a typewriter, reams of yellow paper, a dictionary and all the other accoutrements of a writer on that measly pad of real estate.  Mostly I remember writing on it, including my first book—at night, many nights; many, many nights.

The kitchen table has often served as my desk.  I have fond memories of my small children banging away on pots and pans while I banged away on my first manual typewriter.

Over the years I graduated to swankier desks:  a thick glass slab atop chrome sawhorse legs…a slick candy-apple red desk with oak legs…and a lovely tobacco-leaf carved quarter-moon desk perched beneath an iron gazebo dangling lavender wisteria in a room overlooking downtown Savannah.

I’ve had other “desks” over the years:  the hoods of cars and trucks, my lap in bed, the floor of many a motel room when on the road doing research, and now, with my ultra-light Mac Book Air, the crook of my arm serves as a desk just fine.

When I travel, and visit literary historic sites, I always pay attention to the desks:  Carl Sandburg’s orange crate desk at Connemara in Morganton, North Carolina.  (Located in the boiler room, he often bottle- fed his wife’s prize-winning baby goats while he wrote.)  Thomas Wolfe was so tall he preferred to slap his typewriter on top of the refrigerator to write.  He often wrote “nekkid,” much to the consternation (or amusement) of his neighbors, since he cared not for curtains.

Since moving to Palmetto Bluff, the island in my light-filled laundry room has served as my desk.  I think I bought this house because of this thick slab of dark beech wood reclaimed from an Ohio barn.  It is glazed slick as glass and gleams with the clean slate look of possibilities.  Somehow, I could just imagine myself really cranking out the words there amidst the canned goods and cameras…the swish-swash of the washer and kalumph-kalumph of the dryer…the flicker of cell phones and iPads charging.  I enjoy being able to see what’s going on outside while I’m trapped inside writing, to wave to a neighbor, keep an eye out for Bob to fetch our red “Ladybug” golf cart so we can go to lunch.

I can always tell when I am “about to write.”  I do a desk check.  Today, I moved my yellow Parson’s table so I could sit facing the fireplace to write.  It just felt right.  The right desk at the right time in the right place makes all the difference to a writer.  All the difference in the world.

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace Image IIThis lovely yacht harks from the golden age of the Golden Age, when the ultra-wealthy purchased Southern plantations the size of small states and built gorgeous “cottages” the size of French chateaus.  They knew how to live the good life, a life that did not last, alas, due to the Civil War.

However, this nautical relic has survived for more than 100 years, and with a new major face lift from the inside out, she may thrive for another 100?  The Grace fetches us from a landing on the May River, usually at sunset, to take us on a ride into the past.  Not literally, of course, but with a glass of wine and the breeze in your bonnet (of course I wear a bonnet!), it sure seems so.

If you’re a parent or teacher, grandma or anything close to that for a child, print this out or show them on your computer screen.  Tell them that the Grace is on a journey.  Perhaps to the depths in a hurricane!  (Only in fiction, folks!)  Maybe to a sandbar awash in prehistoric megalodon teeth, shed from the monster sharks that once roamed these water?  Or is it the Golden Age of Piracy?  Perhaps Blackbeard is about to attack!  And, your young readers/writers can always imagine a 1940s soiree of the rich and famous of the day?

It’s not hard to get kids to unleash their mighty imaginations!  Just give them a photograph, and a hint or two, and turn them loose.  Ah!  There’s the fiercest pirate of them all stomping ashore, right now!  Uh, no, that’s just Papa wanting his lunch.  Oh, well, I can write about anything.

Lucky Day

Lucky Day - Apple PanThis year is the 100th anniversary of the establishment of America’s National Park System!  I’ve been to a lot of national parks in all kinds of seasons.  Being an indoor/sit down writer, being outdoors in the fresh air and moving about gives me an appetite.  I was trying to think of my favorite (so far) park-related recipe.  It is the dish I never got to try!  During a winter’s day Revolutionary War encampment at Moore’s Creek National Military Park in North Carolina, I watched a woman bake an apple pan dowdy in a large black iron skillet.  As it bubbled over the campfire, my mouth watered.  I stuck around like a dog waiting on a hush puppy to be tossed, but she just kept saying it wasn’t done yet.  I think she meant that it was for the re-enactors, not the visitors.  Oh, well…I came home and made my own.  You can, too!  Make it with a kid or two and plan a trip to your favorite, or a new to you, national park this year.  I think I’ll pick one where they might be making, hmm…Brunswick Stew!

Boy, Howdy Apple Pan Dowdy

This is a simple recipe, easy for kids to help prepare.

If you have a wood-burning fireplace or a fire pit, and an iron skillet, you can give cooking it that way a try.  (Be safe!)  Or, use a baking dish and the oven. 

While any apples will work, sticking with the Revolutionary War theme, I prefer Northern Spys!  Wash them, core, peel if you wish, and cut into wedges.  4-5 large apples are plenty; about 4 cups.  Arrange the apples in your skillet or pan.  Cover them with ½ cup of apple cider; you can use an envelope of the apple cider mix.

In a small bowl, mix ½ teaspoon cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg with 1 cup of brown sugar.  Sprinkle over the apples.  Dot with ¼ cup of butter.

Make a homemade biscuit dough, or used canned biscuits, or frozen biscuits thawed.  Place them over the top of the apples until covered.  Bake at 350 degrees in an oven for about 30 minutes, or until the apples are tender.  For the skillet over a fire, well, just like in Revolutionary War days, you had to experiment, guess, and watch out for fire from kids and husbands who, like me that day at the military park, want some NOW!

Shortcut:  I think it works well to take your apple mixture and just go ahead and cook it on the stove in a boiler until the apples are tender.  Transfer them to your pan of choice and then add the biscuits.  This keeps the apples from being hard and/or the biscuits being overcooked.  Also, the hot, bubbling apples absorb the bottom of the biscuits to create a sort of sweet, delicious goo!  Bake until biscuits are done.  You can brush butter on the the hot biscuits and sprinkle with brown sugar.

Take a taste, don’t burn your tongue, and shout, “Boy, howdy, this is mighty good apple pandowdy!”

Old Sheldon Church

old Sheldon Church Blog

Old Sheldon Church is located 20 minutes off I-95 in South Carolina on highway 21 between Beaufort and Yemassee, at the crossroads of Awe and Wonder.

Take a ride…come around a curve…see something beautiful you did not know was there:  that was my experience with Old Sheldon Church.  These lovely ruins are the remains of Prince William’s Parish.  The church was built between 1745 and 1755, eventually burned twice, once by the British during the Revolution, then by our southern nemesis with a match—General Sherman, during the Civil War.

Today, the beautiful ruins’ red brick pillars and outside walls gleam in the sun.  The serene setting is popular for outdoor weddings and lobster lunches in the grass.  Kids enjoy operating the still-working hand-operated water pump.  It’s a great place for hide and seek, too.

I write history all the time for kids, but do a kid a favor and take them on a ride…come around a curve…show them something so beautiful that they will beg you to stop, bombard you with questions, and ponder the past as a still-living thing.

Bring some graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate.  After all, Sherman might have left a match behind.

LibraryThing

Library Thing ImageI don’t follow or get many blogs myself, so if you read mine, well thank you very much!

If you love books, I can recommend LibraryThing.

It comes out monthly and is funky enough to be intriguing.

This month they recommended a Book Challenge:  reading 100 books this year?  Or whatever number you choose.  Other ideas included:

  • CAT: Pick a category (subject?) of books to read for a year…or maybe a geographic-based group of books…or books from random Dewey-based categories, so really, whatever kind of reading challenge you want to create!
  • ROOT: Read Our Own Tomes. This is where you challenge yourself to read all the books you own that you have not read!  This is up my alley:  so easy to order from amazon at midnight, so hard to find time to read them all!

There’s a lot more to LibraryThing, and it’s very readeractive and participatory, if you wish to.  Free books to review, too.  Explore on your own at librarything.com.  According to their website, they have almost 2 million followers, plus you can catalog your own library of books online…for me that would be a challenge, indeed!

Somehow, you gotta love a blog that includes a pix of an open book where the pages are somehow folded into a heart-shape!  Since I don’t have that pix, here’s another heart for you, from Paris, goes on my tree at Christmas…sits on my desk all year.

April is Drop Everything and Read Month

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