Vitamin C — Lemons, Grapefruit

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Someone forwarded this to me:

I remember Grandma doing the lemon in water thing to keep “regular”. LISTEN UP:  This is something that we should all take seriously – just had a recent test myself that sent shivers up my spine – or near by – Even doctors are now saying that there is value in trying “LEMON”. So, a tablespoon of “real lemon” (the concentrate in a bottle) in a glass of water every morning. What can it  hurt?
The surprising benefits of lemon! I remain perplexed! Institute of Health Sciences, 819 N. L.L.C. Charles Street Baltimore , MD 1201. This is the latest in medicine, effective for cancer! Lemon (Citrus) is a miraculous product to kill cancer cells. It is 10,000 times stronger thanchemotherapy.
Why do we not know about that? Because laboratories are interested in making a synthetic version that will bring huge profits. Lemon juice is beneficial in preventing cancer. Its taste is pleasant and it does not produce the horrific effects of chemotherapy. How many people will die while this closely guarded secret is kept? As you know, the lemon tree is known for its varieties of lemons & limes. You can: eat the pulp, juice it, prepare drinks, sorbets, pastries, etc… It has many virtues, but most interesting is the effect it has on cysts & tumors. This plant is a proven remedy against cancers of all types.It is considered also as an anti-microbial spectrum against bacterial infections & fungi, effective against internal parasites & worms, it regulates blood pressure which is too high & an antidepressant, combats stress & nervous disorders.
The source of this information is one of the largest drug manufacturers which says that after more than 20 laboratory tests since 1970, the extracts revealed: It destroys malignant cells in 12 cancers, including colon, breast, prostate, lung & pancreas … The effects were 10,000 times better than Adriamycin, a drug normally used chemotherapeutic, slowing the growth of cancer cells. Even more astonishing: this type of therapy with lemon extract only destroys malignant cancer cells and it does not affect healthy cells.
Institute of Health Sciences, 819 N. L.L.C. Cause Street , Baltimore , MD
At the end, there was a plea to Forward the e-mail. I did—to a very few friends and relatives who I know are interested.
I understand the power of Vitamin C and flavonoids, etc…
Years ago I subscribed to Prevention Magazine (before it’s main focus was weight-loss and color ads—my opinion) and read from cover to cover in addition to other research. I’ve been taking Vitamin C in different forms for over 30 years. I’ve recommended it to others along the way and they experienced similar great results. Besides taking one capsule (not pill) every day, I beef up on the dose if I have the symptoms of a cold or flu.
This is not a ‘prescription’ for illness. You should do the research as I did. See your doctor if you need to. Research should be easier today than it was so long ago.
When I started taking supplements and herbs, I got so many side glances from people who thought I was nuts. Their eyes glazed over as I exalted the benefits of certain vitamins, nutrients, herbs, etc. So I gave up—on preaching. If people don’t want to hear, that’s okay with me. It’s a free country. So, I only give my opinions and results of my use of vitamins, etc… to those who want to know. Good for them!
To help you do the research, click on the snopes link to help you make up your own mind.

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Stream of Conciousness Writing – The Handi-wipe

(I like to exercise my creativity by just writing. No external cues. Usually. Just write. Try it. You will be surprised that there is a story in there—no matter how silly. Stream of conscious writing. Partly fabricated, partly true.)

TList of Vietnamese ingredientshe apricots are rotten. Jelly rolls are green. John is coming for breakfast. What a treat he’ll have.


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Looks like Alfalfa got the ball. Now what?

Did you see the football roll down the alley. All by itself. No one around. It was the weirdest thing. Instead of following the ball, I chose a different path, and it made all the difference.


The Handi-Wipe

My step-mother sewed my clothing. She was a seamstress and very proud of it. She made our dresses and coats. Speaking of coats, I remember a time before my step-mother. My sister and I sported navy blue coats with white lace at the cuffs and collar. I was five and didn’t know any better, therefore, I had a habit of sniffing or wiping my nose on my handy, dark blue sleeves.

Grammy took offense to that although I don’t remember any conversation about what a young girl does when her nose is runny. Kleenex was not yet a household word and we didn’t have television. So, unless someone told me what was expected, I did what was natural. I believe I invented the ‘handy-wipe’—navy blue. The only trouble with navy blue for a snot-rag (a term I learned later in life) is that snot dried white. I think it was white—I don’t know if I knew my colors at five.

You see, my mom died a few months before and Grammy found herself busy with two little girls she didn’t expect to have around. Well back to my navy blue handy-wipe.

One day Grammy took our coats, which were now encrusted with a good, healthy coat of filth. I read somewhere that kids today are too clean. That is why they are more susceptible to illness than our generation was. I remember one earache, but I’m not sure if that was me or my friend who always complained of earaches. I did get colds. Oh yes. The miserable stuffy nose.

Okay, okay. Back to the blue snot-rag. Grammy presented me with my c-l-e-a-n blue coat. It was no longer sporting my invention. There were no tell-tale signs of there ever being a snot rag on either arms. I was amazed. How was that accomplished. Words bounced around my little brain. “Clean. Dry-Cleaners. No. Handkerchief. Pocket. No. Not.” I understood the words “no” and “not” and “handkerchief” was easy because I had seen my dad honk his large nose in one. When he had one. Other times he grossed me out by placing his thumb and fore-finger at the bridge of his nose and honking his nose to the right or the left, or in front of him. That’s when his slithery, white and other colorful snot flew out and landed on the ground in a splat. I still gag today, just thinking about it. It wasn’t my snot so it was gross. If I ever did that, I probably would be able to stand it.

English: A small box of Kleenex.As a grown-up, I was once stuck without a Kleenex. (Just the word ‘Kleenex’ tells you that many years had passed by now.) I reached into my pockets and found I had neatly thrown all remnants of Kleenex into the trash at home. None in my purse either. I was desperate. My husband’s pockets were empty as well. This was a predicament. What to do.

I remembered my navy blue coat and smiled. I certainly wouldn’t do that again. Then my dad and his honking nose came to mind. I shuddered. Maybe. I could try. A quick look around reassured me I was alone. Good! I’ll try. I placed my thumb and forefinger at the bridge of my nose, leaned over a little and blew a little meekly. A little success. Next I inhaled a great gulp of air through my mouth in preparation for the big-daddy-honk. I blew hard. It worked! I didn’t sound as bad as my dad. It sounded more like an air-hose.

My husband came around the bend just then. I smiled, relieved that I had solved my problem. He smirked a little and presented me with a Kleenex. “You may want to used this. You have snot on your shirt and your shoes.”


Art Donation

Live in Vermont?
Would you like to contribute by bidding on two of my artworks, which I have donated?

Go to for more info.

The event is scheduled for Saturday, January 28, 2012 • 5:30 – 9:00 pm

One print is a black and white print “Alisson’s Restaurant” un-matted,
packaged in archival wrapping.

The second print is a watercolor “Mt. Mansfield” matted and packaged in archival wrapping.
Have fun!

A Glorius Morning for My G-man.

G-man also known as G

G-man was her name. My son named her.

“It’s a female. Why G-man?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I just like it. But I call her ‘G’ for short. Can you take care of her  for me, mom?”

“Of course I will.”

So G stayed.

Several months later, G disappeared. I searched for two hours. She was just gone. Then I found a phone message waiting for me.

“Your cat was hit by a car. She is  at the vet’s. I told them to keep her alive until you returned.” It was Julie. My future sister-in-law. I called her for more information.

“I saw a white fluff on the road’s dividing line and thought is was a sweater or a bag. As I  got nearer, I realized it was a cat. When I stepped out, I recognized G. So I brought her to the vet’s.”

It was now after 5 PM and they were closed for the day. But I called the vet’s office anyway. The vet’s assistant let me in and escorted me to G’s cage.

She was blind, but she recognized my voice and crawled forward. She sat in her water dish but seemed unaware of it. She pleadingly meowed in the direction of my voice. Not only was she blind from the concussion, but her jaw drooped, her hind leg didn’t work right and I was sure her head ached. She was dirty, mostly with dried blood about her mouth. My heart ached to see her in such a state.

The assistant spoke with me about G’s fate. Because she was blind from a blow to the head and now had a broken jaw and an injury to her hind leg the recommendation was that she be ‘put under’.

“What’s the alternative?” I asked.

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“Wire her jaw, and take her home in a week.”

“How much will that cost?”

“We’ll charge for the surgery, but  she can stay and be attended to for a week for free. Then you can bring her home. We can’t make any promises that she will see again.”

I agreed. And within a week, I brought G home in an open box.  Her tail wagged when I walked up to our house. She recognized its smells and was happy to return home.

My dog, ShiSha, was excited to see her buddy back home. But after a few sniffs, Shi Sha turned away and presented no further interest in G.

Once inside, I set up a little stage for G on the kitchen floor. A box set on its side placed on a small rug for G to sleep in with her warm, familiar blanket. To the right of the rug, I set a litter box and to the left, I set a water dish and wet food. G learned to stay in that small environment identified by the boundaries of the rug as she waited for me to come home from work. Upon arrival, I placed her in my lap, rocked her like a baby and sang songs of encouragement.

She still had blood stained fur under her chin. When she felt better I washed her fur to remove the stains from her chin down to her chest. Perhaps she could smell the dried blood. Being clean again, she began to regularly wash herself without my assistance.

One day I set G outside in the grass. She was curious and the smells enticed her to explore. I realized she still couldn’t see because I had to  rescue her from an imminent fall from a high retaining wall bordering the grass. ShiSha was not impressed and continued to ignore G.

Weeks later, as I readied for work in early morning. G walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the long mirror behind the door. I observed from another mirror on the opposite wall. She seemed to watch me through her mirror’s reflection of me. I moved my hand. She followed its movement. She meowed.  I picked her up. ShiSha followed me as I brought the cat to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed. She recognized her old play-mate ShiSha looking at her with ears perked and tail wagging. G walked close to the  edge of the bed. The dog and I watched as the cat jumped off the bed!

G-man also known as G

I can see clearly meow.

“G can see, ShiSha!” The dog got very excited and jumped onto the cat. “No ShiSha, don’t hurt her.” ShiSha was happy to have her play-mate and buddy back. She also wanted to play with G—now. I calmed ShiSha who then followed G throughout the house. She didn’t bump into furniture and eventually jumped onto the couch. She lovingly grabbed ShiSha’s head as she accepted a juicy lick on the cheek from her buddy.

It was a glorious morning for all three of us!

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What’s a Cat For?

For people.  🙂

Cats have been around for a very long time. They have been around humans for about 9500  years. Can you imagine the fleas?

A Maine Coon cat.

Just like my Charlie

Looks like my Charlie

When I adopted Charlie, one of my colleagues warned me, “He won’t last six months at your place.” That disturbed me because I had lost three cats within the last three years. I hoped it wouldn’t happen again for Charlie loved to romp and hang around the woods outside our home. Ten years later, he still does!

More than once, I’ve searched for him at night or early morning if he hadn’t returned home by dark. He usually comes home when it it’s safe (I believe). He is a great hunter and a very wary traveler. That would account for his survival. He is a Maine Coon cat, which gives him  coloring that blends into our surrounding. He wears camouflage!

Our property is part of a forest. Wildlife from owls, hawks, bald eagles, coyotes, bears, fox and raccoons roam at different times looking for a meal. We found animal tracks in the snow around the perimeter of our house in 2009, identified as mountain lion. A neighbor photographed a mountain lion in our neighborhood that same winter. Another watched a lion in his back yard drag a deer off in deep snow. Scary. Now, I fret at letting Charlie out at night.

I walked up to a black bear this last summer. He was more frightened of me than I of him. However, I know he is only about a year old. I watched momma bear and her three cubs the previous summer as they caught Charlie’s attention at the living room window. They were picking berries right by our door. The cat was ecstatic. The bears were so cute. But leave them alone and all is well.

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My bear friend and I had unanticipated meetings this past summer, I felt he was obviously not accustomed to nor totally aware of his surroundings and unsure of what is perceived as a danger.

He and I had met about four times. Each time he seemed to contemplate what to do next. Finally he remembered what mom said before he last departed to venture on his own, “Stay away from two-legged animals who live in strange caves.” So he clumsily turned, stumbling and crashing through the woods. If I walk up to this same bear when he is older, will he turn and run as before? I hope so.

Two days ago, as I walked our half mile drive, I heard a sudden crashing to my left among the trees at the edge of the drive. From the sound of each step, whatever it was, it was heavy. I stopped, anxiously determining what it could be. Then I realized it was my friend the bear. No other animal was as clumsy and noisy as he. I think we both have kept an eye out for each other. Upon my return after retrieving the mail, there was no sign of my friend. He was probably up a tree like his mom taught him—to avoid humans.

My cat, Charlie is still part of the family. No critters invited him to lunch. I believe he thinks himself human. He understands some of our words and we understand some of his. Between his purrs, meows, growls and body language. I know when he is hungry, happy, angry, wants a treat, wants us to accompany him on a walk, doesn’t want us to leave or wants us to go to bed by 9:00 PM. He jumps on our chest in the AM telling us it is time to get up and be about our business, which is to feed him and let him outside! If we don’t feed him on time, no worry, he finds food for all. He meows while carrying a rodent in his teeth. As he approaches the door he indicates, “I know you are out of food, so come eat. I’ll share.”

That’s my Charlie cat. Yes, cats are for people.


Gloomy day. Song I know and No Umbrella.

Gloomy day.

Rain, rain, rain. Feet sink into a soft carpet of wet. It squirts as the foot presses into the mass of mud and water and grass. A miserable way to get to the bath house. After taking a shower I stepped outside only to slip in the mud in my plastic sandals. Of course, the sandals, which have air holes, immediately filled with mud. So back to the bath house. Immerse foot in sink along with sandal.

Shower? Just stand in the rain long enough and you’ll be clean. Help preserve our precious water supply.

The sun peeked for a bit at mid morning, now it is back to gloom. I remember songs learned in grammar school. Don’t know the title, but the words are “Raining, it keeps on raining, no use complaining, just wait a while. And we’ll have sunshine, the summer time kind, come on and don’t mind, let see you smile … .” and it goes on. Anybody know that song? Oh my. The sun is peeking out again.;-)

Hello world!

Current News 2011 –

So what is new with me?

February 28, 2011

I finally sat down and started my second novel. It was burning a hole in my right hemisphere. So far I have 4 chapters. I’m happy with the results so far. The characters are from my first novel, now 2 years older.

I belong to the Citrus County Regional Writers Group. We are critiquing each others work twice a week. It is great to do so with serious writers. Such a wonderful group of people. I also joined the FL Chapter of the Historical Novel Society, newly formed a month ago. I look forward to work with them as well. Now to get my first novel published!

February 17, 2011

I sold another original oil painting today! In Ossipee, NH. It was a beautiful scene titled: “Canoe at Sunrise”. I love sunsets and sunrises. The breathtaking, dramatic display of colors is difficult to capture. The mood is one of possibilities. What will happen? What did happen? One can become absorbed in the painting. That is what art is for, isn’t it?

February 2, 2011

Go to the Citrus County Art Center in Hernando, FL. to view two new paintings hanging until March 2nd.

One, in particular, is a portrait of a family member who died a week after we had the art opening. I painted his portrait as a tribute to an old, Vermont, dairy farmer who work his farm day and night for 50 years. Cousin George Dodge. (1925 – 2011).

I have another painting of George and his Farm on this site. A watercolor titled “Quiet Departure” painted in 2000. We visited George one day and he announced that he was not going to make any more maple syrup. He sugared since he was a child and at his age, it was too difficult. Therefore, the title seemed to fit the moment. You see him bent over with a walking stick. Even though he ‘broke’ his back from so much work, he walked without the use of a cane or a walking stick. I took the liberty to add the stick and a bucket to represent his involvement in sugaring. The fellow walking next to George is my husband, his cousin.

Old News –

October, 2010

Finally have some time to research the publishing industry. Interesting stuff. I’ve edited my manuscript once more and made a few changes here and there. I love the story… of course I am biased in that regard. Now to find an agent to read it. Wish me luck.

August, 2010

A group show, with the Governor Wentworth Art Council, at the Gafney Library, Sanbornville, New Hampshire for the month of August. 3 framed prints were hung for the show.

A one-man show for the months of July and August, at The Brown Bag Cafe, Maine Street, Rockland, Maine. I hung 19 framed artworks. A combination of prints and original. Watercolor, oils and acrylics.

July, 2010

A group show with the Kittery Art Association, 8 Coleman Avenue, Kittery Point, Maine for the month of July. 2 original acrylic paintings on canvas hung for the group show. 17 matted prints submitted for the KAA art bin, which is on display year round. If interested, visit the KAA gallery to purchase one of my pieces… or contact me.

A group show, with the Goose Rocks Beach Association, 6 Community House Way, Kennebunkport, Maine, July 31. 4 framed oil and acrylic original paintings on canvas hung for the show. Additional 34 matted prints displayed in the art bin. This is a one day showing occurring bi-annually. I am fortunate to have been part of the showing.

June, 2010

A one-man show. Ossipee Public Library, 74 Main Street, Center Ossipee, New Hampshire for the month of June. 10 framed oils and acrylics on canvas were hung. An additional 23 matted prints were displayed. Three oil pieces have never been on display before. They are older pieces that would be difficult from which to part company. Therefore, a high price would justify my letting go… maybe… One of them is not for sale… a large, acrylic on canvas, self-portrait done 33 years ago. I donate 10% of the sales to the libraries. It is for a good cause. Send me a note to let me know what you think of the idea and if you are local, let me know if you viewed my display. Don’t forget to sign my guest book at the show.

May 28, 2010

I submitted new work at two galleries in Wolfeboro, NH. I had a one-man show at the Ossipee Public Library. Yvonne, the head Librarian was gracious and very accommodating to my needs. I do hope you will visit my art showings.

May 20, 2010

I’ve just finished writing/re-writing my first novel. A family book geared to the younger audience dealing with loss.

It took 14 years to complete. I was busy working full-time (most of the time) as a high school teacher and in the meantime, built 3 houses and garages to go along with 2 of the houses. My husband keeps me pretty busy.

My experiences growing up were difficult at times. But I lived through them as was expected. In adulthood, as a teacher, I watched lots of kids go through stressful situations. They experienced loss as I did and they struggled with that. The wonderful part about today is that kids have counselors at schools available to help them with problems experienced at home and at school. I didn’t have that as a kid. It was a horrid time for me.

So now my book is complete (I believe) and I am looking for a publisher! Publishing is a difficult process. I’ve been told the writing part is the easy part, publishing is the hard part. Therefore, do I self-publish? Do I find an agent? I’ve heard and read that agents are hard to find or they may not even accept your manuscript… may not even look at it. They are that busy. A publishing house will not accept your manuscript unless you have an agent. Hmm. Something is wrong here…

Well, I’m going to give it a try and give it my best!

Wish me luck… or write to me and give me a few tips.

Winter – 2009

Gallery Showing

This year has been pretty nice from my point of view. Painting often and being part of a new art gallery, The Uptown Artist Gallery located at 14449 7th Street, Dade City, FL, has opened my world to the arts and other fellow artists.

The gallery members were invited to participate in an art show at the Carrollwood Cultural Center, 4537 Lowell Rd., Tampa, FL.

The opening reception was held March 12, 2010 and the 91 artworks representing members of the gallery will hang until March 30. I hope many of you will attend and look for my 4 pieces displayed at the show.

Currently, I am displaying paintings and reproduction prints at the Uptown Artist Gallery located at 14449 7th Street, Dade City. Phone: 352-523-2780. It is a gallery representing 56 local artists. It features a very wide range of subject matter. It is a small gallery that will eventually grow in size and recognition. By April, I will return to my home in NH, but will leave a few select pieces at the Uptown Artist Gallery in hopes of selling a few pieces.

Fleamarket Art & Hobby Show

Travelers Rest Resort offers the opportunity to show and sell your craft once a month from February to April. I’ve displayed my artwork and have sold several paintings and accepted commission work from residents who come to the show.

Here are a few of my pieces, oils, acrylics, watercolors, pencil, pen & ink and some of my woodcuts. In addition, I have been the cartoonist for Travelers Rest Resort’s TRTimes Newspaper for 2009 and 2010. You will soon see my cartoons on my website. One of my next projects.

What Else Is New?

The summer of 2008, was our first year as “retired together.” My husband, Tom, retired several years ago and found “else-work” to keep himself occupied. For over 30 years he owned different portable band-saw mills. So, in his retirement, he happily pulled his Wood-Mizer Sawmill to work sites and milled logs into lumber. Being a writer by nature, he found this an excellent opportunity to meet people with wide and varied talents and experiences. His excitement was more about the people than the sawing. He didn’t saw every day, on average, he would contract with 6 or more clients from spring to late fall. With great apprehension, Tom finally sold his last sawmill in the fall of 2009.

So what about me? My goal is to paint, create, write and be who I really am.