Meet India’s Buttermilk Uncle

If you are in Andhra Pradesh and Telangana, buttermilk is your quintessential quick-fix remedy to beat the sweltering heat. There’s no way that you can step out of the house without having your fill for the day.

And just in case if you are around Koti area in Hyderabad, you may see an old man, quietly perched on a plastic stool on a busy road in this heat, with people hovering around him. These people, mostly passersby, are here to grab a glass of cold buttermilk that this old man happens to distribute free of cost. He does this yeoman service for strangers on a daily basis, come what may. And like an indulgent family member, he insists that you have another glass of buttermilk after you have gulped down your first one.

This glass helps cool frayed tempers of people who have no choice but to bake themselves in the searing heat.

The warmth and concern of this old fellow, indeed, makes the world a cool place.

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This shows  the tender, generous heart of Incredible Indians! Of course this is  not true of all 1 billion + people in India. But we saw  this active love over and over. Maybe it is a result of their religion, 80 % Hindu and their belief in reincarnation, or maybe it is part of their character.  Most, if not all, faith systems hope for a change of heart for its followers.  I personally believe the reason for the head bobble is that they hate saying “no”  when asked for something, so they bobble their head with a combination of yes and no which might mean, “I will try !”  Of course that is only conjecture on my part.  

Just one of he reasons, I adore Incredible India! 

NOTE:  David loves this Indian buttermilk, Masala Chaas, ugh. . .  Buttermilk sounds tasty but it is SOURED MILK, I can’t stand the thought of it!  He has even tried to get some at the Indian stores in the Capital District , but it is not even available in NYC!   My Indian drink of choice is Mango Lassi which is sweet and creamy  and equally good for your digestion of spicy Indian food.  But it is quite fattening.  Isn’t everything that is good? 

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John Perkins. . . . . Leader for Reconciliation

Dr. John Perkins, eighty-five years young will be speaking at Loudonville Community Church this weekend at the church’s first local  “Mission Possible Conference.”  Dr. Perkins was born into Mississippi poverty, but fled to California after the death of his brother at the hands of  a local sheriff.  Vowing never to return to Mississippi, Dr. Perkins did return home in 1960 after his personal  conversion to follow Christ in his faith journey.

Dr. Perkins’s life has been and continues to be a testament of reconciliation and faith  in Mississippi and the greater world. He is one of the few evangelical voices that has come out of the Civil Rights movement of the sixties. Racial reconciliation and Christianity development drive him to continue to speak and share his vision.

Years ago, he and his wife started a Day Care Center in their town to help their neighbors. This  lead to the national Head Start Program which Dr. Perkins championed.  He worked for voter registration, school disintegration.  He enrolled his son in a formally all white school. He lead and participated in peaceful  boycotts  resulting in jail time. Dr. Perkins was instrumental in the founding of the  WIC, Women Infants and Children program.  This is a program to provide formula, cheese, milk, and peanut butter as nutrition for poor women.  He never forgot that his own mother had literally starved to death as only skin and bones seven months after his birth.

DETAILS:

On Friday, April 29th, dinner with Dr. Perkins at 6 PM in the school gymnasium at Loudonville Community Church.  Dr. Perkins will speak  after the meal. Reservations required on church website. http://www.lcchurch.org 

Saturday morning: Workshop presentation of the Capital District ministries of reconciliation at the church.

Sunday Morning, Dr. Perkins will share at services of worship at 9AM and 11AM.

“Do Justice Together in Our City”

Hear Dr. Perkins share his lifelong belief that the Gospel of Christ provides not only for spiritual needs but physical ones, as well. 

All welcome!

Visit the church website to make reservations for the public, Friday night dinner. Already there are reservations from 25 local churches.

http://www.lcchurch.org  or call the church office at

 

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“Eye in the Sky”. . . . . . film review

Dame Helen Mirren gave another steller performance, though steely cold but  quite  appropriate as her role as a  Colonel in the British Armed Forces. The suspense of this film  is a killer while the American and British disagree on a drone attack. Complications arise when the American General and British Colonel order a drone missile strike to take out a group of terrorists in the heart of Nairobi right in the heart of the city with civilians all around. What about collateral?   Yes, some innocent civilians will probably lose their lives  but the terrorists , are all three in the top five list of East African terrorist and they will kill many more with with their suicide vests set off in a shopping market or mall.

The essential questions:  Does conscience still figure in modern warfare? Do countries  have a right or even a responsibility to kill their own citizens in a country neither  is at war with to eliminate terrorism in the world? ( The targeted terrorists were both British and American citizens as well as Kenyan)

**** out of 5. . . . Thought provoking in the moral conundrum,  well written, and most topical in the world today. This was the last film for Alan Rickman and he had a most worthy and appropriate last scene in the film.

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Moral Bucket List by David Brooks

SundayReview | OP-ED COLUMNIST

The Moral Bucket List
David Brooks
David Brooks APRIL 11, 2015

Credit Rachel Levit. Photography by Tony Cenicola/The New York Times
ABOUT once a month I run across a person who radiates an inner light. These people can be in any walk of life. They seem deeply good. They listen well. They make you feel funny and valued. You often catch them looking after other people and as they do so their laugh is musical and their manner is infused with gratitude. They are not thinking about what wonderful work they are doing. They are not thinking about themselves at all.

When I meet such a person it brightens my whole day. But I confess I often have a sadder thought: It occurs to me that I’ve achieved a decent level of career success, but I have not achieved that. I have not achieved that generosity of spirit, or that depth of character.

A few years ago I realized that I wanted to be a bit more like those people. I realized that if I wanted to do that I was going to have to work harder to save my own soul. I was going to have to have the sort of moral adventures that produce that kind of goodness. I was going to have to be better at balancing my life.

It occurred to me that there were two sets of virtues, the résumé virtues and the eulogy virtues. The résumé virtues are the skills you bring to the marketplace. The eulogy virtues are the ones that are talked about at your funeral — whether you were kind, brave, honest or faithful. Were you capable of deep love?

We all know that the eulogy virtues are more important than the résumé ones. But our culture and our educational systems spend more time teaching the skills and strategies you need for career success than the qualities you need to radiate that sort of inner light. Many of us are clearer on how to build an external career than on how to build inner character.

Credit Rachel Levit. Photography by Tony Cenicola/The New York Times
But if you live for external achievement, years pass and the deepest parts of you go unexplored and unstructured. You lack a moral vocabulary. It is easy to slip into a self-satisfied moral mediocrity. You grade yourself on a forgiving curve. You figure as long as you are not obviously hurting anybody and people seem to like you, you must be O.K. But you live with an unconscious boredom, separated from the deepest meaning of life and the highest moral joys. Gradually, a humiliating gap opens between your actual self and your desired self, between you and those incandescent souls you sometimes meet.

So a few years ago I set out to discover how those deeply good people got that way. I didn’t know if I could follow their road to character (I’m a pundit, more or less paid to appear smarter and better than I really am). But I at least wanted to know what the road looked like.

I came to the conclusion that wonderful people are made, not born — that the people I admired had achieved an unfakeable inner virtue, built slowly from specific moral and spiritual accomplishments.

If we wanted to be gimmicky, we could say these accomplishments amounted to a moral bucket list, the experiences one should have on the way toward the richest possible inner life. Here, quickly, are some of them:

THE HUMILITY SHIFT We live in the culture of the Big Me. The meritocracy wants you to promote yourself. Social media wants you to broadcast a highlight reel of your life. Your parents and teachers were always telling you how wonderful you were.

But all the people I’ve ever deeply admired are profoundly honest about their own weaknesses. They have identified their core sin, whether it is selfishness, the desperate need for approval, cowardice, hardheartedness or whatever. They have traced how that core sin leads to the behavior that makes them feel ashamed. They have achieved a profound humility, which has best been defined as an intense self-awareness from a position of other-centeredness.

SELF-DEFEAT External success is achieved through competition with others. But character is built during the confrontation with your own weakness. Dwight Eisenhower, for example, realized early on that his core sin was his temper. He developed a moderate, cheerful exterior because he knew he needed to project optimism and confidence to lead. He did silly things to tame his anger. He took the names of the people he hated, wrote them down on slips of paper and tore them up and threw them in the garbage. Over a lifetime of self-confrontation, he developed a mature temperament. He made himself strong in his weakest places.

THE DEPENDENCY LEAP Many people give away the book “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” as a graduation gift. This book suggests that life is an autonomous journey. We master certain skills and experience adventures and certain challenges on our way to individual success. This individualist worldview suggests that character is this little iron figure of willpower inside. But people on the road to character understand that no person can achieve self-mastery on his or her own. Individual will, reason and compassion are not strong enough to consistently defeat selfishness, pride and self-deception. We all need redemptive assistance from outside.

People on this road see life as a process of commitment making. Character is defined by how deeply rooted you are. Have you developed deep connections that hold you up in times of challenge and push you toward the good? In the realm of the intellect, a person of character has achieved a settled philosophy about fundamental things. In the realm of emotion, she is embedded in a web of unconditional loves. In the realm of action, she is committed to tasks that can’t be completed in a single lifetime.

ENERGIZING LOVE Dorothy Day led a disorganized life when she was young: drinking, carousing, a suicide attempt or two, following her desires, unable to find direction. But the birth of her daughter changed her. She wrote of that birth, “If I had written the greatest book, composed the greatest symphony, painted the most beautiful painting or carved the most exquisite figure I could not have felt the more exalted creator than I did when they placed my child in my arms.”

That kind of love decenters the self. It reminds you that your true riches are in another. Most of all, this love electrifies. It puts you in a state of need and makes it delightful to serve what you love. Day’s love for her daughter spilled outward and upward. As she wrote, “No human creature could receive or contain so vast a flood of love and joy as I often felt after the birth of my child. With this came the need to worship, to adore.”

She made unshakable commitments in all directions. She became a Catholic, started a radical newspaper, opened settlement houses for the poor and lived among the poor, embracing shared poverty as a way to build community, to not only do good, but be good. This gift of love overcame, sometimes, the natural self-centeredness all of us feel.

THE CALL WITHIN THE CALL We all go into professions for many reasons: money, status, security. But some people have experiences that turn a career into a calling. These experiences quiet the self. All that matters is living up to the standard of excellence inherent in their craft.
Frances Perkins was a young woman who was an activist for progressive causes at the start of the 20th century. She was polite and a bit genteel. But one day she stumbled across the Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire, and watched dozens of garment workers hurl themselves to their deaths rather than be burned alive. That experience shamed her moral sense and purified her ambition. It was her call within a call.

After that, she turned herself into an instrument for the cause of workers’ rights. She was willing to work with anybody, compromise with anybody, push through hesitation. She even changed her appearance so she could become a more effective instrument for the movement. She became the first woman in a United States cabinet, under Franklin D. Roosevelt, and emerged as one of the great civic figures of the 20th century.

THE CONSCIENCE LEAP In most lives there’s a moment when people strip away all the branding and status symbols, all the prestige that goes with having gone to a certain school or been born into a certain family. They leap out beyond the utilitarian logic and crash through the barriers of their fears.

The novelist George Eliot (her real name was Mary Ann Evans) was a mess as a young woman, emotionally needy, falling for every man she met and being rejected. Finally, in her mid-30s she met a guy named George Lewes. Lewes was estranged from his wife, but legally he was married. If Eliot went with Lewes she would be labeled an adulterer by society. She’d lose her friends, be cut off by her family. It took her a week to decide, but she went with Lewes. “Light and easily broken ties are what I neither desire theoretically nor could live for practically. Women who are satisfied with such ties do not act as I have done,” she wrote.

She chose well. Her character stabilized. Her capacity for empathetic understanding expanded. She lived in a state of steady, devoted love with Lewes, the kind of second love that comes after a person is older, scarred a bit and enmeshed in responsibilities. He served her and helped her become one of the greatest novelists of any age. Together they turned neediness into constancy.
Commencement speakers are always telling young people to follow their passions. Be true to yourself. This is a vision of life that begins with self and ends with self. But people on the road to inner light do not find their vocations by asking, what do I want from life? They ask, what is life asking of me? How can I match my intrinsic talent with one of the world’s deep needs?

Their lives often follow a pattern of defeat, recognition, redemption. They have moments of pain and suffering. But they turn those moments into occasions of radical self-understanding — by keeping a journal or making art. As Paul Tillich put it, suffering introduces you to yourself and reminds you that you are not the person you thought you were.

The people on this road see the moments of suffering as pieces of a larger narrative. They are not really living for happiness, as it is conventionally defined. They see life as a moral drama and feel fulfilled only when they are enmeshed in a struggle on behalf of some ideal.

This is a philosophy for stumblers. The stumbler scuffs through life, a little off balance. But the stumbler faces her imperfect nature with unvarnished honesty, with the opposite of squeamishness. Recognizing her limitations, the stumbler at least has a serious foe to overcome and transcend. The stumbler has an outstretched arm, ready to receive and offer assistance. Her friends are there for deep conversation, comfort and advice.

External ambitions are never satisfied because there’s always something more to achieve. But the stumblers occasionally experience moments of joy. There’s joy in freely chosen obedience to organizations, ideas and people. There’s joy in mutual stumbling. There’s an aesthetic joy we feel when we see morally good action, when we run across someone who is quiet and humble and good, when we see that however old we are, there’s lots to do ahead.

The stumbler doesn’t build her life by being better than others, but by being better than she used to be. Unexpectedly, there are transcendent moments of deep tranquility. For most of their lives their inner and outer ambitions are strong and in balance. But eventually, at moments of rare joy, career ambitions pause, the ego rests, the stumbler looks out at a picnic or dinner or a valley and is overwhelmed by a feeling of limitless gratitude, and an acceptance of the fact that life has treated her much better than she deserves.

Those are the people we want to be.

This is a rather long essay , well conceived and presented  by David Brooks. Though many may disagree, my personal experience is that only with deep faith and a personal experience with Christ is this  life possible to its fullest.  This, after all, is the reason of our birth. 

 

 

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Through Their Eyes and Into Their Hearts

Monday night  was  the exhibition of our trip to India in 2015.   It was a story on  a wall of photographs, sketches, funny photos with funnier quotes, a wall of student architectural designs, and all covered by colorful scarves and sari sashes displayed as in the bazaars all over India.

Through the glass on the left you can see the design projects at a distance on the left of the Amdavad kites!

Here is an impromptu last photo with Dean Douglas. He came for a week’s visit while we were in Amdavad.  He had never visited India before, but  he too, caught the Indian magic!

And there is dbell as the students call him, my husband who inspires students either on campus or in foreign lands.  Several of the professors asked how he  got the students to produce so much work while they are in a far and very different land, where everything, and everywhere , and everyone is new. David is doing what he always dreamed of doing. . . . teaching.  . here , India, Italy. . . . . He has very high expectations for himself and the students.  Take the sketches. . . . notice the far right corner.  He tells them  that sketching is an important skill for architects and skills improve with practice. ” Just do it and oh BTW, you will get a grade on your sketch books!”   Works every time!

David’s love of architecture, inspiring students, love of travel as a lifelong learner have and demands of quality have created in him the skills and heart of a “Master Teacher!”

Images from Royd

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Primary Day

My daughter is always telling  me that we should watch the local TV stations and get the local newspaper so we will at least know who has died in the area.  I reply  that  she will let us know.  Yesterday, I discovered that she was right!

I walked to our polling place about 10 AM.  We have gone early in the past just after the 6 AM opening After a 1500 step(Fitbit)  walk to the DMV building in downtown . I saw no yellow sign and no line.  Going inside the door to the election room was shut and again there was no sigh and no line.  I knew it was Primary Day but where was I to go? There were a couple of young men leaving who responded when I asked. . . . “Times have been changed and voting begins at noon.”  That was  two hours later! I called my husband who was home and not eligible to vote because he registered as an Independent.  I am a Republican. In a closed  Primary,Republicans vote for candidates in that party and Democrats vote for their  candidates.  Voters are given a Democrat or Republican ballot.  Davi  said he would check on the internet but it turned out not to be so easy.  Hmmm. . . .

Suddenly, I remembered hearing of disenfranchised African Americans who had to prove they could read, and even had  to pay a Poll Tax to be eligible  to vote especially in the South.    Polling  places were changed and not publicized with only the white or insiders knowing the details.  They had taken off from work to vote and now had to return to work or lose their jobs not getting to cast a ballot.    In a flash, in my own sheltered way, I experienced those feelings.

Walking home, I thought about that experience and the shock I felt at the shut door and not even a sign listing hours.  It was a feeling of helplessness.  I had only wanted to vote as I have done every year of my voting eligibility but that right and responsibility  seemed to have been denied me.

Of course, I returned after noon and joined a line out the door. I was happy to see that there were many young people voting.  A few minutes later someone yelled,  (New Yorkers yell a lot) that Republicans could form a second much shorter line. It was so short that I was the only one at the moment! And yes, I voted for Trump.  It was a decision reached  slowly and with difficulty.  I think we as a country are in desperate need of a strong leader, and the economy is a mess.  Mr . Trump is a quick leader ans his campaign has taken a much more civil tone and he is a very successful business man. Mayor Giuliani has just  endorsed him.  I am encouraged that Giuliani would be involved in his administration and other quality, smart , experienced people.

Last night, I watched a little of the results which were pretty much as expected. On Morning Joe earlier,  it was announced that Mr. Trump, for the first time, won a  majority of not only men with a high school education, but also voters with college or above education, and the big surprise was he won with New York women.

To think I could have missed my vote!   Katie was right, it would have been my fault.  Always check for hours and place of your voting station.

And now whether or not that vote will count. We have always heard about these delegates who vote at the convention. . . but now that reality has hit home. These people are establishments big wigs who hate Mr. Trump.l  There has been jockeying   for weeks.   We are a Democratic Republic and not a Democracy. But in this year of outsiders and two populist candidates, the populous will be very upset if their votes seem or don’t matter in the selection of the candidates running for the highest position in the land.

 

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More Fun with Parker and Violet

The weekend has flown by.  I left on Monday  after putting them on the school bus. Saturday  in the afternoon we headed to the Skaneatles YMCA for Parker to ice skate and then 2 hours of swimming for them both. I was pretty tired standing there as close  as possible to the swimmers as  the parents and guardians are to do in case of a water emergency.

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Here are two of Parker’s tracings. . . . recognize Darth Vader and Hans Solo?

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Sunday  afternoon, it was off to the very popular Syracuse Zoo!  The kids were great as I was a tad nervous with such a large crowd enjoying the exquisite spring weather  that we might get separated.  They were understanding at my concern and listened and stayed together.IMG_1188

A selfie at the entrance. . . . . .

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Parker liked this big bear. . . .  .on the other side of the thick glass!

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Oh you guys would love Incredible India!

I am home now, but yesterday morning Violet came downstairs looking sad.  She said, “Miss Anne, I am sad because you are leaving today!’  Oh that touched my heart! I was sad,too !  We made some lovely  memories together !

 

 

 

 

 

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Rite of Spring

A short power outage didn’t stop shoppers at the annual Flax Barn Sale in Ithaca April 15 . While waiting for the mercury vapor lights to come back, shoppers pulled out their smartphones, turned on their flashlight apps and kept digging.

The annual Flax Barn Sale in Ithaca is a rite of spring for some. For others, it’s a nightmare best avoided.

The three-day sale of generously cut flax linen clothes draws thousands each year to Ithaca, where the clothing line got its start as Angelheart Designs in the late 1980s in a renovated dairy barn. The site varies from year to year.

There are no racks or pretty displays. Shoppers dig through large cardboard boxes with sizes ranging from petite to 3X printed on the side with marker.
Retail prices begin at $40 for a scarf, and climb.

The annual Flax Barn Sale in Ithaca draws people from throughtout the Northeast.

The annual Flax Barn Sale in Ithaca draws people from throughtout the Northeast.
Gloria Wright Photo | Syracuse New Times

At the barn sale, however, prices begin at $5 and generally top out at $40-$50. A short-sleeved shirt at the barn sale was $20. Tee shirts are 3 for $10.

 

Although both men and women of all ages came to the sale, most were middle-aged to older women.  Many  simply tried on the clothes as they were pulled from a box. Strangers shared opinions while jockeying for space at the mirrors.

“That’s not a good color — for anybody,’’ one woman said to another who was trying on a dress with red polka dots on a khaki background.

“That color looks great on you,” a woman said to another trying on a purple linen jacket.

The sale is staffed by volunteers, who are paid in money or clothes. One woman flies up from Florida every year to volunteer.

One woman digging through boxes said that last year she shopped only in the dressing room, going through piles of clothes discarded by others.

This shopping for me is a memory  of Feline’s Basement in Boston  with tables piled high with samples.  The FLAX SALE  is happening this very weekend in Ithaca, New York if you are near, like to shop , and save money !

 

SALE DATES & TIMES for FLAX SALE 2016

  • Friday April 15th: 9am – 6pm
  • Saturday April 16th: 9am – 5pm
  • Sunday April 17th: 11am – 3pm

 

LOCATION

  • Shops At Ithaca Mall
  • 40 Catherwood Rd
  • Ithaca, NY 14850

 

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Poor Immigrant Makes Good

‪#‎HappyBirthday‬ to Anne Sullivan Macy born ‪#‎OnThisDay‬ in 1866. Macy was the eldest daughter of poor, unskilled Irish immigrants. When she was 7 years old, Macy developed trachoma, a bacterial infection of the eyes, which was left untreated. At age 10, she was sent to the Tewksbury Almshouse, an institution for the poor. In 1880, Macy was sent to the Perkins School for the Blind. It was not until Macy was 15 years old, and almost completely blind, that she had an operation to restore some of her sight. While at Perkins, Macy learned to read and write and the manual alphabet used by the deaf. Graduating valedictorian of her class in 1886, Macy found a job working for the Keller family whose 6 year old daughter, Helen, was deaf and blind. When Macy started working with Helen she would sign words into Helen’s hand, trying to help her understand the idea that everything has a name. Anne took what she learned at Perkins and adapted it to produce a more natural way of teaching. Macy’s work with Keller helped establish education for children who were blind, deaf-blind, or visually impaired that is still used today. (Photo Credit: Perkins School for the Blind Archives)‪#‎womenshistory‬

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156 Feet Below Ground. . . . . Howe Caverns

Imagine a farmer in Upstate New York during Victorian Times discovering this underground wonderland  when he wondered where the hole with cool breeze lead.  Farmer Howe would have had only a torch or lanterns to light his path.

On our visit Sunday, there was electricity , brick walkways and safe stairs. My favorite was  the River Styx from mythology, the sound before sight, the still as glass lake and boat ride, and the Winding Way where you walk through a narrow walkway where you twist and turn almost meeting yourself along the way. Both David and I were struck by the similarity with Antelope Canyon in Arizona, one of our favorite spots.

The video is of The Winding Way , as you can see is difficult to film, but you can get an idea.

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Henry and I took  a “selfie” to remember the  trip. David doesn’t do “selfies” and seeing my hair as a casualty of the temperature and humidity. . . I can see why.  I have no idea how I accidentally turned on black and white images!   I am amazed at the things I do unwittingly with technology!

 

 

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