There was some snow, though more ice here in Edmond, America on Christmas day. Marilyn, as usual, fed everyone, including the birds. Here is a pic of a pair of Christmas doves that helped us celebrate the holidays.
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Friday, December 28, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Mayan Doomsday 2012
Ceremonial Black Cup |
Ancient Mayans
seemed to think the world—at least as we know it—would end on December 21,
2012. The time for the predicted disaster has come and gone. The Mayans, like
many of the ancients, were accomplished astronomers. Perhaps a slight
adjustment in the universe occurred since the prediction. Maybe we’ll never
know.
A similar
civilization existed in the Midwestern part of the United States, from settlements
near the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico. These early Americans built large villages
along the main rivers beginning around 800 A.D., though there were humans in
the area as long as 8000 years ago. The Spiro Mounds in eastern Oklahoma is but
one of these settlements.
Thousands of
artifacts have been collected at the Spiro Mounds, including intricately
engraved seashells. Anthropologists call the early Americans that populated
these settlements Mississippians. One of the artifacts found at Spiro, and at other
Mississippian settlements, was the black cup. During rituals, Mississippians
would drink strong, highly caffeinated teas from the black cup until they
vomited, ridding their bodies of evil and facilitating the ability to predict
the future.
In my book, Morning Mist of Blood, gumshoe detective Buck McDivit
meets Esme, a mystic, healer, and possibly the last of the Mississippians. With
her assistance, he takes a dream walk, visiting the Great Spirit in his cabin.
Together, they puff a cloud blower and drink from the black cup until Buck
gains insight into the mystery he is trying to solve.
It’s December
21, 2012, and the world hasn’t ended. It doesn’t mean the ancient Mayans, Incas
and Mississippians didn’t have considerable knowledge about the world as we
know it. It simply means the asteroids, or whatever celestial objects were
supposed to collide with our planet became somehow shunted by a millisecond or
so.
Many of the heavenly
secrets discovered by the ancients are lost to us forever. I’m planning a trip
to Spiro during the spring equinox to communicate with the spirits and try to solve
a few mysteries. Meanwhile, I’ll take a puff from my cloud blower and slug another
shot of strong coffee from my black cup. Maybe by midnight, I'll have a few
predictions of my own, to make.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Aunt Carmol's Southern Tomato Soup - a weekend recipe
I visited New Orleans for the first time in the fifties. My Aunt Carmol was a school teacher and gave brother Jack and me daily guided tours of the city while we were there. Aunt Carmol was also a wonderful cook, and especially liked preparing and serving authentic Creole dishes. Jack and I loved Aunt Carmol’s Southern Tomato Soup. Try it. I’ll bet you will too.
Ingredients
• 2 quarts tomatoes
• 1 cucumber, peeled and cut small
• 1 onion, large, sliced
• 1 dozen okra, sliced
• 1 ham bone, large
• 1 Tbsp flour
• Salt to taste
• Cayenne to taste
• 3 pats butter
Directions
Cook tomatoes in three pints of water for 10 minutes. Drain and save the water. Press tomatoes through a sieve. Add cucumber, onion, okra, hambone, and the saved water to the tomatoes. Simmer for 3 hours. Combine flour with cold water to form a paste. Add to soup before serving, along with salt, cayenne, and butter.
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Ingredients
• 2 quarts tomatoes
• 1 cucumber, peeled and cut small
• 1 onion, large, sliced
• 1 dozen okra, sliced
• 1 ham bone, large
• 1 Tbsp flour
• Salt to taste
• Cayenne to taste
• 3 pats butter
Directions
Cook tomatoes in three pints of water for 10 minutes. Drain and save the water. Press tomatoes through a sieve. Add cucumber, onion, okra, hambone, and the saved water to the tomatoes. Simmer for 3 hours. Combine flour with cold water to form a paste. Add to soup before serving, along with salt, cayenne, and butter.
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Free Ebook From Eric Wilder
During a late spring snowstorm in a sleepy Tulsa suburb, an old man runs away from his abusive son and meets a woman, perhaps by magic. Together they find adventure and fall in love. But there are unanswered questions. How old is too old to fall in love, and when should you give up on life? Take the journey with John and Attie and find out.
Here's my holiday present to all of my fans.
Thank you,
Eric
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Louisiana Tech Afraid to Play Old Rival
Louisiana Tech refused today to accept a bowl bid to play their old Gulf States Conference rival University of Louisiana at Monroe in the 2012 Independence Bowl in Shreveport, Louisiana. "They're not good enough to waste our time on," the athletic director says.
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