Positively Parish News – Week of 11-02-2012

Message from Mary Lou after her last checkup:

To my friends: I am going to be starting physical therapy, not much but a start and in Parish.

I don’t have to wear my sling around the house. I can drive when I feel confident.

I go back in two weeks, and no X-rays next time.

Everything is healing nicely. He seemed pleased with my arm motion.

I guess that covers everything.

A Roaring Fire

There is something very comforting about getting the winter wood delivered and stacked in the shed.

We have a wood-burning fireplace in our living room. For safety sake the chimney sweep comes early in the fall and cleans the flue and checks everything out.

Then, when a cold day hits a fire is lit, it spits, sputters and smolders for a bit then it gets the draft and takes off and the flames wave softly upwards.

Wood fires require your involvement; logs have to be added at the right time, your hands get dirty and often a hand touches a hot spot; the ashes need to be cleaned and disposed of on at least a weekly basis. Your hair and clothing carries the smell of wood smoke throughout the day, but it is such a great source of heat, without the high fuel bills.

What could be more welcoming when coming in from the cold than the glow of a cheery wood fire burning away?

While waiting for our dinner to cook, we often turn on some music, have a glass of wine and watch the fire, discussing the day’s events. What a simple pleasure.

Sitting in the living room is suddenly my favorite place to read – the morning newspaper, my latest library book, and writing this column, as I am now doing.

Fortunately, there have been many improvements made over the last few years in wood-burning stoves and fireplace insets, from the days when I was a little girl and we heated our house on a wood burning cookstove and the chimney burned out on a regular basis.

The newer stoves, with the new technology, burn cleaner, safer and more efficiently.

Though even a hot, clean fire produces some pollutants into the environment, the carbon dioxide it produces will be used to grow the next tree.


About 60 some years ago I was introduced to mincemeat, a far cry from the kind you buy in the store today.

Then it was made from meat, whether it be pork or beef, lard/suet, sugar, raisins, dried apples, spices, vinegar and sometimes whiskey.

Our dear neighbor, Zella Spalsbury, would make this in the fall following the butchering of one of their pigs or cows.

Making mincemeat was a great use for getting the last of the meat off the bones, nothing was wasted in Zella’s kitchen.

As a child I watched her in her kitchen doing/cooking all sorts of things, she never seemed to mind me at her elbow and asking every sort of question imaginable.

She would can her mincemeat, or would put it in crocks and add whiskey to preserve it.

Thanksgiving pies were made from the mincement adding tart apples to the mix before baking.

At Christmas it was used for filling cookies, always a favorite treat.

Our family would always receive a gift of a can or two of this savory concoction.

Zella went on to live to be more than 100 years old and provided everyone in the neighborhood a lifetime of memories.

A friend and neighbor, Kay Perham, knowing how much I love filled cookies gives me, every year for my birthday and Christmas the gift of  a ‘right out of the oven’ batch of filled cookies, similar to the one Zella made.

This following poem was sent to me by someone you all know and love, Gretchen Sayer.

She says it is one of her favorite pieces.  It is by Patrick O’Leary.

Nobody Knows It But Me

There’s a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.

The roads don’t go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.

It’s far, far away and way, way afar,
It’s over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That’s wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.

Kayla Guindon recently visited her friend Danielle Zender in NYC, the visit was cut short by Hurricane Sandy, we are all glad Kayla arrived home safely.

By the next time we meet again, this country will have elected or re-elected a president to the lead this great country of ours.

Our clocks will have been turned back and the days growing shorter.

A reminder of the American Legion Post 601 Veterans Day ceremony on the 11th at Veteran Park at 11 a.m. in Parish.

You can start turning in your entries to the “The Focus on Parish” Photo Contest at the Mills and Petrie Memorial Gymnasium.

Deadline for entries is November 23.

Winners will be announced at the Tree Lighting Ceremony festivities on December 1. Good luck!

“Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere.” — Erma Bombeck (1927-1996), American humorist and newspaper columnist.

That certainly held true while we waited for Hurricane Sandy to hit our area.

How lucky we were to have escaped it completely.

Monday many people spent hours preparing for the worst, storing extra water, gathering of candles, flashlights and batteries and worrying.

Thankfully we did not have to use them.

But let us give pause and give some thought to those less fortunate.

The Red Cross can use donations at this time.

They may be sent to: American Red Cross of CNY, 220 Herald Place, Syracuse, NY 13202.

Until we meet again, this is Nancy Weaver-Bookheimer signing off.

I can be reached at [email protected] or 447-1211.