COMMON SENSE

A series of journeys,,,,,

THE MAGNIFICENT SMOKY MOUNTAINS

.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes



COMMON SENSE

is a small phrase that holds the weight of the world upon its shoulders. A short pithy expression.....never used enough, too often seldom remembered.....tucked away in our self-conscious mind as an after thought instead of the true bargaining chip it is meant to be; eternally useful in successful negotiations of life and in granting us the power to act effectively. Common sense is not so common. Sound practical judgement too often eludes us by escaping into the 'jungles' of conformity, peer pressure and the melee of people trapped in the menacing maze of uniform corridors and confusing information. Facts provided to us by layer upon layer of historical accounts, have been molded and stretched into what is believed to be, and accepted as true. We are now learning that even our beloved history texts include questionable data that has been passed down through generations of young minds and imprinted there as 'the truth.' Do we understand that everything is questionable and everything can come into question?

Common: most widely known; ordinary. Sense: sound, practical intelligence.

Common Sense, the 'Battle Cry' of the new millennia! A third-party of an exhausted political system that thrives under the banner of honesty, good sense and sound judgment. A sagacious pattern of thoughts instilled within each of us to be passed down through the ages. These ideas are not new. Our Mothers introduced them to us as children with the determination and resolution of a saint. At what particular age or circumstance did many of us decide to throw these precious lessons deep into our subconscious, sometimes thought about, often never acted upon? It is time to rediscover them, utilize them and attempt to right the wrongs of our forefathers, create a  semblance of balance out of current social inequalities, and brighten the tomorrows of our children and grandchildren.

Level-headedness, prudence, reasonableness, gumption, horse sense, mother wit, smarts......no matter which geographical or cultural region of the world we live in or which amusingly clever or witty use of slang words is offered as a current substitute for owning it, common sense has and does exist. Shall we embrace the concept?


Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
Photo © Jacqueline E. Hughes

PATRIOTISM

A series of journeys.....

.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


PATRIOTISM

conjures up the image of tri-corner hats and the courageous warnings of an American silversmith and engraver. The vivid impression of a loved one marching off to protect and defend with the pending separation beating life's blood rhythmically between kindred hearts. "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America,.......!"  And, the school day begins with white stars in a backdrop of deepest blue and broad red and white stripes etched against the industrial green walls of the classroom. Who doesn't recall, at some point in time, the irregular rhythm of halyard and snap hooks clanging against a metal flagpole just outside of an office building or in the schoolyard on a breezy day?   

When the Bible says, "Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall," the basis of this proverb is centered upon the ego and personal arrogance within us. Yet.....while standing curbside watching homemade floats of red, white and blue designs glide past as their occupants toss colorfully wrapped treats to the children, we clutch at the opportunity to swell with pride. Grasp at the comforting strains of patriotic melodies drifting in the air as they compete with the loud horns attached to creeping fire engines driven by returning veterans. Our 'haughty spirit' swelling with pride of country, town and a life based on hard work and family values. Small town USA in all of its glory! A touch of arrogance within each of us.

If destruction or a fall must be, it is in the form of believing that our comfortable lives will remain constant, dependable, become more prosperous over time. Sadly, we have recently learned the truth and struggle now to promote a rebirth and the progression of a middle class who attaches importance to convention, security and material comforts.

Our patriotic duty calls for national loyalty in the love, support and defense of one's country. The Preamble to our Constitution is useful in offering clues about the explanation of the meaning of the Constitution and, therefore, is open to personal interpretation.

We the people of the United States........,

in Order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty, to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. (Preamble to the Constitution of the United States of America. Spelling and writing is same as the hand-written engrossed copy maintained in the National Archives.)

This is my interpretation of the Founding Father's intent:

We the people......include all people who tread the soil of this great nation albeit color, race or creed.

We the people......will create peace and genuine respect for others.

We the people......will insure our innate rights as citizens of this nation.

We the people.....are intent to defend, secure the freedom of and actively encourage the health, happiness and fortunes of a person or a group. A social effort designed to promote the basic physical and material well-being of people in need. The protection of rights to education, housing and basic securities.

We the people......will free all persons from fear or anxiety and provide basic civil freedoms within the state of being free within our society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one's lifestyle, behavior or political views.

We the people......will provide these rights for ourselves and for all future generations of people.

Yet, here in Orlando, Florida, and in far too many cities across this nation, it is a criminal act to provide food for the numerous homeless people on the street who overflow the established shelters provided by the city. And, if it is our right to own a firearm, then it is also our right to use this weapon wisely. Be obliged to instruct others, when and if need be, to be responsible for its use as protection or as a means to our basic food requirements. Considering we as individuals share the same space and spiritual existence with all of mankind...Love and Respect for others, no matter who they choose as partners, which 'House of Worship' they decide to belong to, or not at all, or the particular shade of their skin, should hold no bearing on their right to freedom and happiness.

In May of this year, The Huffington Post cited numerous ways that  same sex marriage would enhance our economy. It would boost tax revenues, alleviate payroll headaches for many businesses, it can boost struggling state economies and, marriage makes people more financially stable and less likely to qualify for government assistance. Not to mention, (Oh! I miss being a wedding planner!), more weddings mean more money and recent studies estimate that same-sex weddings would boost individual state economics by the millions of dollars over the next three years. We must all admit that new jobs and more money circulating within our economy would give people hope and help to promote the expansion of a strong middle class once again!

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité: The battle cry that captured the attention of the entire French nation, and indeed France's revolutionary heritage. It is said to have pulled the people together as they revolted against the aristocracy during the period of 1789 through 1799.

This French slogan was heavily influenced by the U.S. Declaration of Independence which preceded it. Thomas Jefferson, the primary author of the U.S. Declaration of Independence, was at the time in France as a U.S. diplomat and worked closely with the Marquis de Lafayette in designing a bill of rights for France. Jefferson introduced our Bill of Rights in New York on June 8, 1789, eleven weeks before the French declaration. It is possible that the French (Lafayette) knew of the American text, however, it is noted in history that both texts emerged from the same shared intellectual heritage. Lafayette admired Jefferson, and Jefferson wrote that Lafayette was "a most valuable auxiliary to me. His zeal is unbounded," ......according to Wikipedia.

Today, particularly after the recent decisions made by our Supreme Court with regards to same sex marriage and the bolstering of The Affordable Care Act offering health benefits for millions, I would like to add to this universal slogan adopted by France many years ago: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity.....Diversity! I know we are moving in the right direction.

This Saturday, when we stand curbside watching the bands, floats and emergency vehicles glide by, waving small American flags, and ducking in fear of getting peppered by rainbow drifts of hard candies, we should take a moment to check our emotions. Ask ourselves if we are standing among our neighbors and friends out of obligation, patriotic duty, or fun and enjoyment......hopefully, a bit of each!

Each time we make eye contact with 'Old Glory,' lovingly named such by Captain William Driver, a shipmaster from Salem, Massachusetts, in 1831, think about our nation's history and the many patriotic men and women who have helped to form the basis for which our nation stands. Resolve to apply the basic principles of patriotism to our daily lives and assist in creating a better, more cohesive world for future Americans.

Adlai Stevenson, American politician and diplomat, summed it up perfectly for me when he said, "What do I mean by patriotism in the context of our times? .....a sense of national responsibility. .....a patriotism which is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."

We the people......in this together!

Enjoy your 4th of July celebrations.....2015!



Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

 

MY UKRAINIAN CONNECTION

A series of short stories.....




The Moshak Family With One-Year-Old Me Sitting Between Grandma And Papa

.......through my eyes!


By: Jacqueline E. Hughes




***This story was originally posted on February 27, 2014, and honors the memory of my dear Grandparents, as well as my Ukrainian heritage.
Today I would like to add a new friend to this dedication, Helena Fabs, owner of Baba's Pierogies located in Brooklyn, New York, who "Finds great pleasure in serving up delicious Eastern European cuisine using sweet, savory, classic, and non-traditional ingredients." Just like my Grandma used to make.......!

Helena Fabs at Baba's Pierogies
Picture: Courtesy of Helena Fabs

"Papa Antone and Grandma Alexandria, allow me to explain my life today because of both of you..."

Greetings Ultimate Throwback Thursday!  Ever since initially choosing to post my Blog on Thursday, I've always felt the desire to tie it in with a proper 'Throwback.'  Prompted by current events, what little I know about my Ukrainian heritage is flashing before me like brightly colorful neon signs: Aunts and Uncles; Old World vs. Modern Lifestyle; Papa and Grandma Moshak; English Language vs. Russian Language competing for top honor......

Each set of words burst forth from memories that pound inside my head and chest and hiss above me through the air as though they were the illuminating fireworks above Sochi; the heart wrenching death shots resounding in Kiev's Independence Square.

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I am a little girl once again. Papa leads us out to his lush and aromatic backyard garden where we crunch and chew on many of the green beans we pick and place the rest in a basket for dinner. Next stop...round, firm tomatoes the color of my Mother's lipstick and picked from the vines by Papa at just the right moment. Lastly, small to medium size cucumbers are picked by the dozens and gently placed in a galvanized bucket to be washed later. These beauties will be crunched and enjoyed at many future family meals. But, only after Papa fills his pickle crocks down in the cool, dark cellar with water, vinegar, salt, onion, garlic, dill, our cucumbers and a variety of seeds and allows them to ferment in this brine until only he knows when they are ready to eat. He just knows these things. He's been repeating this process for ages!

                                          

My 'Shirley Temple' Days

We run back into the large brick house to see Grandma (always) standing at the kitchen stove stirring soup for supper....with the idea of stretching the large quantities of food as far as possible due to the many stomachs she needs to fill.  If she wasn't feeding her own eleven (with two more having died at birth) children, plus, each meal, she always made certain there was enough for neighbors who were bedridden or simply in need of good, hot food.  Returning home, she allowed sufficient time to roll out and fill each petahe, Ukrainian dumpling, with cheesy potatoes, sauerkraut or prunes for the evening meal.  She would show me how it was done and then we'd stir sour cream mixed with cottage cheese until smooth for the cream sauce to be served over the dumplings.  The petahe were a royal pain in the bottom to make.  They were, however, quite a tasty and inexpensive dish.  I can still see her round, overworked hands move like lightening as they crimped each one, dusted it with flour and lined it up along the long kitchen table until collectively they resembled a small, chubby army standing at attention!  I feel she could make them blindfolded. After all, she had been perfecting this procedure for a very long time.

You see, my Ukrainian Grandparents were passengers on two separate vessels that traveled several months apart but, were on the very same mission: Escape The Bolshevik Revolution, also known as, Red October 1917.  Along with many of their relatives, they entered the United States via Ellis Island and Grandma's given name, Olga, was officially changed to Alexandria because, evidently, too many woman with the name of Olga were coming through Ellis Island on that particular day!  Soon, she would settle this score.

Many of these broken Ukrainian  families settled in the larger cities to the north including Philadelphia, Detroit and Chicago, where many of my relatives relocated and eventually found employment.  The Windy City afforded them a comfortable environment to establish 'new roots,' send their children to school and live a relatively comfortable life among the large pockets of Russian refugees that poured into Chicago every day.

I remember my uncles, as well as my own Father teasing Papa during relaxed moments on a Sunday evening after everyone mellowed under the satisfaction of good food and pleasant company. Papa never forgot why he had to forsake his Motherland and these memories would enhance the sorrow he harbored deep inside...especially after imbibing several vodka shots cloaked under the guise of a heavy, white coffee mug. "Pa, why did you leave the Ukraine so many years ago?" they would ask him. His predictable reply was, "Those damn Bolsheviks!!" 




Petahe (Pierogies) With Sour Cream and
Cottage Cheese Sauce

My Grandparents met and lived in Mishawaka ~ South Bend, Indiana, and were a small branch of the original Chicago contingent. Papa Antone (Tony) hand-built their red brick, two-story home located on Cedar Street and they raised their family there. This included a few of their oldest grandchildren. I proudly proclaim that my beautiful Mother, Olga (score settled), was a part of the growing establishment of 'women working outside of the home!" And, Grandma, having raised her children, for the most part, in poverty, through the Great Depression and World War II....was proud to see her American daughter(s) making a difference.

For several summers, my older brother and I called the house on Cedar Street our home. We often attended St. Michael's Greek Orthodox Church services on Sundays walking the few blocks to this imposing, European-influenced structure. Later in the day, Papa would take us on wheelbarrow rides around the neighborhood as he checked-in on friends and their families. Sunday evenings, following the grand family meal, Grandma would release her long, flowing hair from the tight braid that she would have wound in a thick circle at the back of her head and worn throughout the busy week. I recall how long and glossy it was...as if it had never been cut before! She would sit in front of her mirror and brush it at least one hundred strokes while I sat on her bed watching, intently. 




My Beautiful Mother.......Olga

Many of my aunts and uncles still lived at home and attended high school or one of the local colleges in the area which included Indiana University South Bend and Notre Dame. Not too shabby! My Uncle Bill became a high school math teacher and Uncle John, the youngest son, taught Russian Language and Russian History courses in Skokie, Illinois, outside of Chicago. During his teaching career, he managed to take several trips to Moscow and Kiev in Russia and bring his acquired knowledge back home to his students.

There would always be someone running in or out of the house with Grandma yelling at them in Russian to close the door behind them. Russian was always the preferred language of my Grandparents. However, the youthful, American spirits who dominated the household with so much energy and freedom to spare, favored English. My aunts and uncles, especially the younger siblings, cherished the dominance of American culture and often negated the influences of their Ukrainian heritage stating, "We were born in America with new ideas and the 'Old Country' is just that, old." They lived in fear of the scrutiny of their piers believing that the 'old ways' would somehow diminish or even deplete their birthright of American abundance.

Even at the young age of three or four, I could feel the sadness that engulfed my hard-working Grandparents whose only desire was having the best for all of their children. Eventually, life and circumstances wore both of them down. I can't help but think about the first-hand knowledge and fascinating stories about their Homeland that my aunts and uncles missed-out on while growing-up. Most of them verbalized their genuine regrets later on in life....much too late.

I have my regrets, too! To have been older and better able to take advantage of learning the Russian language by my own Grandparents certainly tops the list. By the time I was picking those green beans in the garden, my Grandparents had learned to be ashamed of their native Russian language and only used it to communicate with relatives and friends of their own generation. When I would ask Papa about the several Russian Language text books he'd brought over with him on the boat, he would walk away from me while muttering, "Too hard to learn; too hard to teach." Unfortunately, my Mother, one of the older siblings, had never been taught, either.

Papa always worked with his hands, either in the garden or in his basement woodworking shop. His work was intricate and beautiful and many, if not all, of the pieces of furniture upstairs were handmade by him. I can still see and smell the aromatic curls of wood sifting down onto the work table as he hand-planed each piece of wood into the proper shape. I know that by sharing this time with him, I developed my appreciation for shape, style and texture and, to this day, associate the beauty of design with my Papa's dry, slightly gnarled, wise, old hands.

My dear Grandparents learned from their own children how everything changes, shifts and evolves. It is inevitable. The passing of time promotes all change just as education serves to define it. What had served my Grandparents well while growing-up in the Ukraine was certainly the stepping stone leading up to their need for a safer, better life found in America. Even though they fought hard to keep the memories from the old country alive, they knew that the next generation would grow up in a different land with new ideas and values. However, it would always be the hardworking ethics and values of my Ukrainian born Grandparents that would be the super glue binding one proud generation with another.

I am a part of the generation defined today as 'Baby Boomers.' We are a bona fide product of the time recently marked by the end of WWII when prosperity and too much free time blessed our own parents. But, that was okay! I am here and I don't plan on moving on anytime soon. In the meantime, I have years upon years of outrageously interesting memories filed neatly away which I fully intend to tap into from time to time in order to do what I do best.....write!



Alexandria and Corinne

Now that my stacks of memories are ample enough to fill volumes, it is easier to reflect back on time itself and remember my Grandma's smile and warm touch that let me know I could do no wrong in her eyes; My Mother's translucent, freckle sprinkled skin and sun kissed, strawberry blond hair that predetermined a lifestyle filled with floppy hats and plenty of natural shade; My own preoccupation with a negative body image and rounded, Slavic nose. Sorry Grandma....still hyper critical of myself after all this time. Two daughters, my own Alexandria and Corinne, so named with Alexandria reminding me of my Mother in stature and unmasked kindness and Corinne always reflecting strength and her Father's chiseled looks and Irish appeal.

The next frontier: My three adorable Granddaughters! They represent the generation of 'what can be, will be,' and personally envelope me within a bright and colorful cloak of five generations of caring, loving, and strong women.

Sadly, I may never step foot on Ukrainian soil in my lifetime. However, the principles of respect, the power of caring for and about others, as well as the strength gathered within a loving nature, will always run through my veins. I take extreme pride in my Ukrainian heritage and will always attribute many of my strengths to Grandparents who, no matter what, knew how to Love......





With Love.....Your Granddaughter, Jacqueline.

NOTE: My heart and prayers go out to the people of the Ukraine today, tomorrow and always!  May you find the Leadership, Peace and Happiness you deserve.  Many of my relatives live in the Ukraine today and I think of you often.....




Copyright © 2014 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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PART TWO: AN UNEXPECTED ROAD TRIP AND MORE

A series of essays.....

~WALKING THE KAL-HAVEN TRAIL~
CONNECTING KALAMAZOO TO
SOUTH HAVEN

.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Part Two: 'An Unexpected Road Trip'

We've been home now for only seven days since unexpectedly driving back up to Michigan nearly two weeks ago! We had a date with a realtor and we kept it. You see, I had fallen in love with an adorable little house....a sweet cottage located in Kalamazoo and not far from where our daughters live.

It's insane, I know, but when I fall in love, the full weight of the euphoria hits me like a pleasant blast of mountain air and my mind begins to spin from the impact making me think and do crazy things. Previous impetuous behavior has gotten me into hot water so, I had to be cautious with the spell this house initially cast upon me.


MIKE

My belief was that if I could possibly get Dan up to see this 'little gem' for himself, well, I might just be able to convince him that it was the right step towards our future. How could this trip even be a possibility with his busy schedule at work and the fact that we'd both been up to Michigan to visit the kids within the last month? Somehow, we worked it out and thus began our road trip up to see Mike from Berkshire Hathaway Home Services and actually walk through the cottage with my husband.

When it comes to business, Dan does not 'wear his heart on his sleeve' as I tend to do.....with him being the practical one and me the dreamer. Within the capacity of being a builder himself, Dan inspected every crevice, crack, and corner of this adorable, 1941, structure while listening for creaks and groans and things that might go bump in the night or day! He was very thorough!

CUTENESS ON DECK!

Yes, he did find some issues.....like I mentioned before, the previous owners throughout the years enjoyed the protection this lovely, little home gave them from the elements. However, they neglected to emphasize the sheer beauty of this petite structure and forgot to polish it via practical upkeep, every now and again, so that her luster would shine strong and bright. After all....she is a real gem!

We talked for hours afterwards, weighed the facts and tossed about all of the pros and cons. I was smitten. Dan was working on it.



By that evening we were once again asking the kids if they thought this particular house was a good idea and decided to test-drive it out with the grandchildren. Bringing them over was such an unexpected  treat. They especially enjoyed running up and down the hill in the backyard, finding golf balls hidden in the tall grass (the lot backs-up to a golf course), and hiding in the bedroom closets as the echoes of their laughter drifted throughout the little house. Yep! This pretty much did it for us!! By Friday morning we were placing an offer on the table. After several negotiations, with my capable husband holding-on strong to his beliefs, our offer was accepted!

Late Saturday morning, the day after our victory dance, we were saying good-bye once again and tucking ourselves into the KIA for the trip back home to Orlando. It was a total whirlwind but with pleasant results to savor that made the drive home much more palatable.

ROLLING INTO ATLANTA
HEADING HOME

As I sat snuggled in my seat watching the world fly by us at eighty-miles an hour, it was comforting to reflect upon our lives up to this point and feel such amazing joy and pride. We have a beautiful, healthy family who, like so many others, are living in the moment and embracing the thrills of existence and the struggles of growth... together. Just like sitting in the sturdy, little vehicle that encapsulated us as we traveled down the super highway, our lives zoom by fast and furious and there's absolutely nothing tangible that can slow the momentum.....

TAKING STEPS INTO THE FUTURE

One road trip down since discovering more about what lies ahead for us. I can only imagine how many more will be written into our future. But, there is satisfaction in knowing that each one brings us closer and closer to.....Home!


Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

COURAGE

A series of journeys.....

.....as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Photo: Taken in Western North Carolina, Great Smoky Mountains, near Eastern Cherokee Reservation.


COURAGE

is an underlying treasure hidden deep within each and every one of us. Buried below the surface and lying nearby in the hills and subjacent valleys of our souls, courage sleeps.....resting, waiting, inactive. A dormant bud filled with energy, life and hoping for the opportunity to blossom into its full potential, when needed. Waiting to be plucked from the depths of our inner being as our conscious selves are challenged or become threatened and fearful. Fear of the known; fear of the unknown. Triggers that goad,  stimulate and actuate the circuits tied to our courage and help release the beast from its deep, dark sleep.

Courage enables us to face our adversities head-on as it strengthens our ability to confront, deal with or accept physical pain...inexplicable grief. The Cowardly Lion rises to the occasion and wears his badge of courage proudly for all to see. He is temporarily whisked away to another world as he puffs-out his royal chest, plants both feet firmly on the ground and attempts to control his ability to do something that frightens him more than anything else. With such courage as our motivator, our beribboned badge of solidarity, we challenge the cancers that plague our very existence and threaten the land and people around us.

Daily acts of courage surface in multiple ways and, as we become aware of our own strengths (and/or weaknesses), we make note of them in others. The soldier protecting his/her beliefs for the country they hold dear; flying for the very first time; a young mother fighting stage four breast cancer; speaking in public; meeting a biological parent after thirty years, or attempting to understand the loss of someone we love. Courage will hold our hand like the young lovers walking side by side down the path of life, uncertain as to what might await them around the next corner.  Like the continual stream of energy that radiates from the sun, light and heat from our acts of bravery help to energize, not only ourselves, but everyone around us. We see what is wrong and try to right it.....fighting through the fear, guarding against the unknown and then taking on the challenge to change it for the better. The fear that begins in our heads pulls the courage from deep inside our souls and spreads it throughout our being while offering us, through its unlimited power, the uncanny ability to challenge, conquer and correct. This organ, our brain, is truly a complex and beautiful thing.....

The brave soul learns how to manipulate courage by altering and editing it towards his own advantage, even if it may hold a modicum of sadness along with it. We have witnessed, if not personally experienced, the bravery of those who were strong enough to turn away from what their hearts so deeply desired. Not due to foolishness, but, rather, because of gentle understanding and unconditional love. Having the courage to say no displays the skills and knowledge of Kings who must rule wisely and still protect the subjects who genuinely depend upon their every decision. It takes courage to tell your child no if the conclusion is for the safety and protection of this precious person you love. Turning away from a confrontation when you believe that retaliation would only be more problematic. Choosing not to break the rules even though you believe that they should be broken and taking the proper steps to create change.....takes courage. May God bless those who learn and figure this out.

Listen to your heart as it pings and reports back to you. Be aware of your surroundings and of those you hold dear and envelope yourself within their love. Create an understanding between yourself and the things that frighten you or might place fear in your heart and learn how to differentiate between them. Even fear itself can become your friend and help to strengthen your core values and activities. Remember that your courage comes from deep down inside and will not fail you in times of need if allowed to blossom and encircle you with its dramatic power. We are magnificent creatures, however,  occasionally the simple task of living itself can become an act of courage.


Copyright © 2015 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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PHOTO © Jacqueline E. Hughes

AN UNEXPECTED ROAD TRIP

A series of essays.....

CROSSING OVER THE OHIO RIVER INTO CINCINNATI

.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


I enjoy road trips!

There's something wonderful about feeling the pull of the road beneath your tires and exploring new vistas outside your window as you flash by them along the Interstate or ease by along a winding, country back road.

Historic Boone Tavern-Exit 77, Tuskegee Airmen Memorial Trail, Scenic View-1 Mile, Historic Richmond Battlefield-Exit 83, Kentucky Arts and Crafts-9 miles ahead!!! I watch for these small, crusty brown colored signs along the side of the road as we fly along in our little KIA. I call them my 'signage bookmarks into the past' and am deeply saddened when our journey does not allow us time to take their particular exit and investigate further.

In a more easy-going and less time inhibited lifestyle, my parent's generation sought-out these signs as guideposts for our traveling adventures in the golden summer months. Our vacations always happened in the summertime leaving the remainder of the year for school, working and major holiday celebrations with family and friends.

Early yesterday morning, we filled the car with luggage, camera case and cooler filled with fresh vegetable and fruits, a side of hummus for dipping, and cold water to drink. A perfect roadside treat. I really love road trips!

OUR MOUNTAIN VIEWS

GLENS OF IRON DUFF

Two days ago, my husband made reservations at a green, sustainably operated Bed & Breakfast on the outskirts of Waynesville, North Carolina. Kudos to Dan, however.....I know he was initially oblivious to the 'green' aspect of our potential night's stay. What better way to help maintain the beauty that God has given us in the form of the Great Smoky and Blue Ridge Mountains than to live healthy lives all within a  small footprint while basking in the purplish haze of these spectacular mist covered mountains?

I will be the first one to admit that our 'green' B&B was a little rundown and rough around the edges and that tent camping up in Michigan when our girls were young seemed a bit more comfortable than the bed we shared. But, it was a good, clean, safe place to sleep and our host, one generation removed, the age of our own daughters, reminded me of most of my male college acquaintances. As his long hair blended into his facial hair, the term 'man' exited from his lips in almost every other sentence he spoke.




DAN'S BOURBON BARREL
SIRLOIN STEAK

After unpacking and before heading over to visit our mountain property that is for sale, we asked our mellow host if he recommended a particular 'farm to table' restaurant called Bourbon Barrel Beef and Ale that had been listed on a sheet up in the room. He began to recite the restaurant's menu to us by heart and said that they did a paramount job in maintaining a timely balance between farm freshness and final presentation at the customer's table. We were in!

MY FLAT IRON STEAK WITH
ASPARAGUS AND BASIL PESTO

Our meals did not disappoint us in any way. Between Dan's Bourbon Barrel sirloin cut and my flat-iron steak, the deliciousness nearly melted in our mouths. Accompanied by fresh grilled asparagus and a dash of basil pesto....life was very good.

I-40 IN THE MOUNTAINS
HEADING TOWARDS
KNOXVILLE

Today, our second day on the road, has us passing by signs announcing towns named Lima (Peru?) and Cairo (Egypt?) as we navigate portions of the State of Ohio. Yesterday we drove near the town of Paris (France?). Well, a girl can dream, can't she?

Only in the Hoosier state of Indiana are the roads so long, flat, and tree-lined that, as you peer down their length, they resemble a deep gash made with a very sharp knife.

As we approach the city of Fort Wayne today, I reminisce about this childhood place and instantly taste the delicious saltiness of Seyfert's Potato Chips. I feel the cold engulf me as my older brother and I go snow sledding down the hills surrounding the Ivan Lebamoff Reservoir Park. Confirmation Day at St. Peter's Catholic Church, where I attended grade school for one year, becomes as real as when the Bishop of our Diocese ceremoniously admitted me as a full member of the Church. I remember my Mother and I would take the city bus downtown and shop for new school clothes at Wolf & Dessauer Department Store, have lunch together, and catch an afternoon bus home before putting all of our shopping finds away. Life then was truly magical.




BEADED EVENING BAG MADE
 EXCLUSIVELY FOR WOLF & DESSAUER

Considering I hadn't the slightest idea that I would be traversing the long stretches of road connecting our home in Orlando, Florida to where our children reside in Kalamazoo, Michigan until two days ago, I was happy to be sharing time alone with Dan. Road trips are great for this reason, too..... and, we always seem to attract pleasant experiences that create tales of adventure that capture the imagination and fill-up the memory banks for future reference.

We were on a mission this trip that began with my visit up in Michigan two weeks ago to visit family and friends. You see, I fell in love with an adorable little house! A sweet cottage located in Kalamazoo and not too far from our daughters. Built in 1941, she sports hardwood floors beneath the simple, beige carpeting that covers her entire first floor. In this I see potential, as they say. A brick clad, wood-burning fireplace adorns the living room with promises to stave-off chilly Michigan days and nights. She has been neglected for a few years by people who only 'used' her for protection from the elements. I know she is worthy of so much more.

Dan had to see the house, too! If he did....I knew it could be a done deal. The house might present a bit of a challenge but nothing, I didn't think, he wouldn't be up for. So, when he decided we should take a road trip up to Michigan to meet with the realtor, I almost wept with joy!




THE 'COTTAGE'

This is our second day on the road and our final destination is just around the corner! Several sweet, precious faces are waiting to see us again after such a short time and I can hardly contain myself as we zing along I-94 heading west. I'm feeling very optimistic and so looking forward to our ten o'clock, morning meeting with Mike at the 'cottage.'

Whatever tomorrow may bring, I know it takes us one step closer to realizing what the future holds in store for us. Here's to sunny skies, mornings filled with writing until my heart is content and happiness beyond compare. I have such a good feeling about this particular road trip to Michigan.

More to follow........!

WINDMILLS IN OHIO
NEAR THE INDIANA BORDER

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A LOVE AFFAIR WITH FRANCE

A series of essays.....



MY FIRST VIEW OF MONT SAINT-MICHEL ~ TAKEN IN 2003
I FINALLY MADE IT!

.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

This is not a 'simple' love affair. No. However, it is one that is destined to withstand the test of time......and so much more.

Through the eyes of a small child, his Princely ways light-up her world; they charge it with the electricity of a foreign language so strange to her yet beautiful, at the same time. Today, many years later, she forgets who introduced "The Little Prince," written by Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, to her.....she is forever grateful. "There are a few stories which in some way, in some degree, change the world forever for their readers. This is one," claims Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc. They are correct.

 

THE LITTLE PRINCE ON
ASTEROID B-612

The little girl had changed her way of thinking, forever! Her life was filled with visions of the Eiffel Tower looming large just beyond the window of her imagined, Paris walk-up. She shared this flat with a 'million possibilities' and not another living soul. Not yet, anyway. Life was young; she was young.

She was going to become a writer and she just knew this to be true. Instinct, desire, love of words all factored into her equation of life and she began writing in her very own journal. It really was just a lined notebook held together with thin, spiral metal at its spine. It was a 'blank canvas' waiting to be filled with childhood memories, hopes and desires. She decorated the pink cover by adding sleek stickers marking the continuum of experience in which events pass from the future through the present to the past.....time. Life for her was coming around full cycle for she truly believed that her past was soon to collide, in a good way, with her future.

 

The 1960's brought new ideas and high expectations for so many young, vulnerable 'ones.' After all, early into the decade, a handsome man named Kennedy became her Prince and Knight in Shining Armor. She remembers how Jack would bend his arm in a princely manner and his beautiful, young wife would slip her delicate arm through his. Her name was Jacqueline. Jacqueline Bouvier. The girl was ecstatic to be sharing her moniker.

Ultimately.....her prince was only human. And, when his smile was taken away, his spirit remained for all of those who truly believed. The girl did believe that 'man' was innately good and life goes on and we would travel to the moon and back! She understood so much more than she even thought she did at such an early age.

Rhinie, Hoosier, "The Abominables," all a feast for the creative mind of Eva Ibbotson. Imagination ruled her days now and the growing stack of journals were kept safely hidden from her brother's prying eyes. "French 8" and Ms. Clementz became her new heroes as the words she had always known began to blend into sweeter versions studded with accents and gravelly beginnings! Irregular verbs danced in her head like sugarplums at Christmastime and year after year after year she studied and memorized their conjugation by voice, tense, number, and person.

 

CHATEAU DE CHENONCEAU IN THE LOIRE VALLEY

 

Ms. Clementz introduced the girl to possibilities!

Paris, of course, but, also,....the island of Mont Saint-Michel....surrounded by the cold, clear sea at the mouth of Le Couesnon.  Sipping a pastis in Marseille while waiting for the bouillabaisse (de fruits de mer) to finally arrive at the table. Roaming freely through the ancient castles majestically dotting the Loire Valley knowing a crisp Vouvray is chilling to accompany the evening meal. Museum after museum awaiting perusal and each guaranteed to enlighten the senses and open the mind to the past. The history that encompasses every fiber of human consciousness while walking in the footsteps of the Greeks, Romans and Carthaginians who established themselves deep into the rich soil eons ago.

The young girl can hardly wait to feel this soil beneath her own feet.

France becomes her 'comfort zone.' She envisions thriving among the gaiety and richness of the French way of life, the people and culture, while fluently speaking their romantic language. Learning so much more about their habits, desires and expectations. Understanding the blending of old and new, past and present, and how this culture plays into one's every day life. Whether it's Boules or Pétanque in France or Bocce in Italy....the game is the same. She knows how it is played. It's not just a man's world anymore and she will learn to make her way among the skeptics and naysayers as best she can.

 

LA PARTIE DE PETANQUE
BY CHARLES HOMUALK DE LILLE

The little girl has grown into a young woman. She owns her own copy of "Le Petit Prince" printed in French and waits to place it on the bookshelf in her first apartment. She digs deeply trying to remember who first read this book to her. She still cannot.

Sadly, she has not maintained communications with Ms. Clementz throughout the years. She does recall the young teaching associate that enlivened her French studies at Michigan State University by inviting her small, French Language class to her apartment for a wine tasting experience. Everyone was to speak only in French. They did.

 

THE CITY OF HONFLEUR
AT THE MOUTH OF THE RIVER SEINE

As she slides the slim volume into position on the shelf, she knows that the box of journals on the floor, kept neat and alive, will feed her soul and take flight someday as the basis for stories yet to be told.

She could still remember conversations between the author and the Little Prince:

"Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived....as on all planets....good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds and bad seeds from each. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness....

Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab.

And one day he said to me: 'You ought to make a beautiful drawing, so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them if they were to travel some day.' "

In the back of her mind, she knew she would always be aware of the baobab tree and its seeds sleeping deep within the earth's darkness. But, this was her time to shine and.....the good prospects before her seemed endless.....indeed!

 

 

ALONG THE COAST OF NORMANDY

 

 

 

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