Thursday, April 17, 2014

17 April 2014 Sounds like Ukraine



Cassi Creek: 





There is evil in the world today that should have died.  Anti-Semitism still flourishes in Eastern Europe.  Jews have been told to separate their selves from the non-Jewish populace, to register their property, and to prepare for deportation. 
          The murders in Kansas demonstrate how little the Holocaust actually caused change in behavior, learning, and action. 

The history of one Shtetl  - it is estimated that 10,000 Jews were killed at this single location.
http://www.jewishgen.org/yizkor/polonnoye/polonnoye.html

I ought to tell…
(Memoirs of the Former Prisoner of the Polonnoye Jewish ghetto)
By Maria Moiseyevna Tribun
Translated by Irina Kaplan and Evelyn Mintzer
The mass “pogroms” and the shootings of the Jews took place during the first week of September 1941. The Jews were hunted down, loaded on trucks, taken to the woods by a railway station and shot. Small children were simply thrown alive into a ditch. The Jews, before they were killed, were stripped naked; gold teeth were removed from their mouths. German soldiers carried out these executions with their local accomplices called “politsai”.
In October-November all the Jews of Polonnoye, Poninka, Novolabun, Bereznya, Vorobievka and Kotelyanka that were still alive, were summoned into a ghetto located in the barracks of a granite quarry on Berezovskaya Street. My infant son, my parents, my brother and sister and myself were among these Jews. We lived in the barracks, slept on the concrete floor and on the shared bunks; there was no heat, the food was sparse. There were over 1,000 people. Some local residents who lived nearby, and our friends from the city and the townships, took pity of us and tried to help as much as they could by bringing potatoes, beets and bread so we wouldn’t starve to death. This existence lasted for months. Some Jews were swollen from starvation. Nobody could leave the ghetto; on the way to work we were guarded by “politsai”. All ghetto inhabitants were ordered to wear a special symbol on their clothes: yellow circles in the front and back, plus white armbands with the Star of David. Those, who were found guilty of even the smallest misdeed, were subjected to corporal punishments, or even shot to death. All ghetto inhabitants were supposed to be present when the corporal punishments were administered. Often we were forced to go to the Jewish Cemetery and destroy the gravestones on the graves of our own loved ones.
Once a stone fell on one young woman’s foot and smashed her toes. She made an attempt to step aside so she could wash her wound and apply a bandage. A guard accused the girl of escaping, and while her father and others watched in horror, the guard shot the girl.
There were plagues like typhus, because the ghetto was overcrowded, and nutritious food was not available.
On June 25, 1942, the ghetto was surrounded by the fascist executioners, who arrived from the city of Shepetovka. The executioners selected from our midst 15 young men and women who would be sent to the Shepetovka ghetto. The rest of the women, old people and children were shot to death.
Among those victims were my parents, my brother and my infant son. By that time I managed to escape from the ghetto and made it to the village of Kotelyanka. There the family of Radion Yanyuk, whom I knew from before, hid me and my sister Evgeniya, who had escaped from the Shepetovka ghetto. Radion and his wife Yevdokiya did all they could to save my sister and me from death.
They subjected themselves to a great risk. If we were found, not only us, but Radion and Yevdokiya too, would be severely punished.
Now I bow before those brave people. They hid me until the village was liberated by the Soviet Army troops in January of 1944.
My sister Evgeniya by the end of 1943 joined a guerrilla detachment”

Greater numbers of Jews were killed in the ravine Babi Yar.  These images are not for the weak stomached.  But if we let the current crop of Jew haters spread their particular brand of evil, there will be more killings like these.
http://www.charonboat.com/item/179


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

15 April 2014 Snow for Pesach


Cassi Creek:  Just one plague, snow, would have brought the Egyptians to their knees.  There was no need for all the metaphysical energy expended to bring about the historic plagues.  Just a good snow, lasting a day or three would have been enough.
          Today, we are watching rain change to snow while falling onto the brilliant redbuds, dogwoods, and rapidly greening trees and grasses.  Gloria’s lilac bush, planted the first year we were here, provided a multitude of flowers this year.  We’re hoping that they survive the cold snap and winds that are descending upon us. 
          Short ribs braised with mushrooms will be dinner tonight. 
         


          

Sunday, April 13, 2014

13 April 2014 Also in yesterday’s mail


Cassi Creek:  Thursday brought the newest PWS hardware in my chain of tools.  Friday brought the fun and frustration that ensued when I took down the old hardware and software so that I could install the new hardware.  The new software had to be downloaded and installed.  There were no users guides provided for the software.  It wasn’t operational until mid Saturday.  The  problem, the major problem at least, stems from my intent to keep uploading data to Weather Underground. 
          In other directions, Gloria and I now possess lifetime restricted fishing/hunting licenses.  As in Oz, we received these by virtue of our current age, our residence in TN, and our ability to pay $11.00 each for the license.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

10 April 2014 Weather station rev 4


Cassi Creek :  the latest pws hardware arrived today.  The challenge, now, is to bring it into operation while selecting the best possible location that allows a line of sight wireless data collection.
          I’ve uploaded data to Weather Underground for the last five years.  This hardware is intended to upload to “acu-write.”  Supposedly, there is a work around that will allow me to continue as before. 
          I’m hoping that I can utilize the current station’s mounting pole as a means of attaching and mounting the new hardware.  The aluminum upright that holds the current hardware has developed a decided bend in the middle.  I may be able to remove a bit of that. 
          Gloria is happily planting flowers and vegetables in the new beds that border the pool and other areas that were developed by the landscapers.
          Tomorrow I’ll begin bringing up the new station.


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

9 April 2014 Blow away


Cassi Creek:         The high winds predicted for Sun-Mon of this week arrived about 6 hours later than expected.  We clocked sustained winds of 15 MPH and gust to 25.  Fortunately, we sustained no wind damage. 
          However, yesterday’s trip into Johnson City, and today’s as well, required serious attention to the winds coming over the divide and pouring out of canyons across the East-West highways.
          Had two old fillings replaced today.  The procedure was done quickly and I was home 2.5 hours after leaving this morning.
          Fried/sautéed apples and pecan crusted pork chops for dinner



Saturday, April 5, 2014

5 April 2014 From the banks of the Volga



Cassi Creek:  I noticed this morning that the Japanese knotweed has resumed it’s  annual surge upward and outward.  This is a truly noxious weed, nearly impossible to obliterate.  Over the years I’ve used chemical agents, fire, uprooting, and invective.  Only repeated attacks with a string trimmer seem to have any lasting effect.  Even that is, at best, temporary.  The weed emerges from being pulped within 48 hours or so 
          It is like trying to remove bamboo from property.  I’d like to talk to the idiot that imported this.  Only kudzu is more noxious in this region of the U.S.
          I’ve been following a thread on medical lab humor.  That led to the nature of medical humor in general.  “Black”
          That led to a search for this little gem I’ve known for years and years.  The added graphics really go well with the lyric.  This is not for the faint of heart or easily offended.
Enjoy.


The Birthday Dirge

AKA "The Mongolian Birthday Chant" and "The SCA Birthday Song" 
Tune of : "Volga Boatmen"
 

Death and gloom and black despair
 
People dying everywhere
 

                Chorus:
 
                Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
 

Death, destruction, and despair
 
People dying everywhere.
 

Now you are the age you are
 
Your demise cannot be far
 

Fear and gloom and darkness but
 
No one found out YOU KNOW WHAT
 

May the candles on your cake
 
Burn like cities in your wake
 

You're a period cook, it's true
 
Ask the beetles in the stew
 

Burn the Castle and storm the keep
 
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!
 

Now your jail-bait days are done
 
Let's go out and have some fun!
 

May your deeds with sheep and yaks
 
Equal those with sword and axe
 

You must marry very soon
 
Baby's due the next full moon
 

Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
 
Your children plot to murder you
 

Were I sitting in your shoes
 
I'd go out and sing the blues
 

They stole your gold, your sword, your house
 
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse
 

Tho' you're turning 29
 
Age to you is like fine wine
 

So you're 29 again
 
Don't tell lies to your good friend
 

Now you've lived another year
 
Age to you is like stale beer
 

So another year has passed
 
Don't look now they're gaining fast!
 

So you've aged another year
 
Now you know that Death is near.
 

Long ago your hair turned grey
 
Now it's falling out, they say
 

Black Death has just struck your town
 
You yourself feel quite run-down
 

It's your birthday never fear
 
You'll be dead this time next year
 

We brought linen, white as cloud
 
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!
 

See the wrinkles on your face
 
Like the pattern of fine lace
 

So far death you have bypassed
 
Don't look back it's gaining fast
 

Indigestion's what you get
 
From the enemies that you 'et
 

I'm a leper, can't you see
 
Get your birthday kiss from me.
 

Burn, then rape by firelight
 
Add -romance- to life tonight.
 

Pay attention, you must learn
 
First you pillage, THEN you burn.
 

Children dying far and near
 
They say that cancer's caused by beer.
 

Children dying everywhere
 
Women crying in despair.
 

Typhoid, plague and polio
 
Coffins lined up in a row.
 

Long ago your hair turned gray
 
Now it's falling out, they say.
 

Birthdays come but once a year
 
Marking time as Death draws near.
 

May the children in the street
 
Be your barbecuing meat.
 

We, your friends will never tell
 
That your body has gone to hell.
 

At your age most folks go blind
 
You've kept your sight, but lost your mind.
 

While you eat your birthday stew
 
We will loot the town for you
 

We love children, yes we do
 
Boiled or baked or in a stew.
 

When you've reached this age you know
 
That the mind is first to go.
 

FINALE:
 
If there be verses we have missed
 
You can add them to the list.
 

I pray you pass your verse along
 
And thus improve our merry song.

Friday, April 4, 2014

4 April 2014 Wade in the water



Cassi Creek:
          The new water heater was installed today.  None too soon.  As the plumber tried to remove the old one part of it crumbled, releasing water onto the closet floor. We are quite fortunate that the old unit hadn’t picked a different time to die. 
          The new unit is installed, properly adjusted, and much more accessible than the 13 year old hulk that is no longer a threat. 
          The predicted thunderstorms have arrived and more may be on the way.  Not a great night to attend Music on the Square.  So we will probably stay in.