school shootings and gun stats

It feels bad, but it’s hard to get a clear picture when there is so much lying about the numbers. Another claim, 22 school shootings, counts an incident with a BB gun, an accidental discharge in a gun safety class, domestic violence in an apartment on a campus, domestic violence in a dorm room on a university campus, a suicide in a school parking lot at night when nobody else was there- and arguably, that is *not* what most of us are thinking about or talking about when we call something a school shooting. We’re talking about school children in school being targeted by a crazed shooter who wants to kill a lot of kids.

And we aren’t allowed to investigate fully any of the factors- is it related to single parent households? Mental illness? Specific medications- those are questions nobody wants askd, they are dismissed instantly, with hostility rather than reason.

What about the attention factor- how much of a role does the media play in this, when they repeatedly feed on the shooters’ desire for publicity by publishing the name and photographs of the shooters, splashing them with pseudo-glory all over the media? And how much of our fear is not because things are really that much worse, but because with social media and the internet we receive, and search out for ourselves, a constant stream of information on them. Before the internet, we weren’t flooded with a deluge of information and details and speculation.

One school shooting is one too many. But if we’re going to change the Constitution, limit the Constitutionally protected rights of millions of law-abiding citizens, we shouldn’t do that based on lies, misinformation, misunderstandings, and emotional reactions which may not even actually address the real issues.It feels bad, but it’s hard to get a clear picture when there is so much lying about the numbers. Another claim, 22 school shootings, counts an incident with a BB gun, an accidental discharge in a gun safety class, domestic violence in an apartment on a campus, domestic violence in a dorm room on a university campus, a suicide in a school parking lot at night when nobody else waIt feels bad, but it’s hard to get a clear picture when there is so much lying about the numbers. Another claim, 22 school shootings, counts an incident with a BB gun, an accidental discharge in a gun safety class, domestic violence in an apartment on a campus, domestic violence in a dorm room on a university campus, a suicide in a school parking lot at night when nobody else was there- and arguably, that is *not* what most of us are thinking about or talking about when we call something a school shooting. We’re talking about school children in school being targeted by a crazed shooter who wants to kill a lot of kids.

And we aren’t allowed to investigate fully any of the factors- is it related to single parent households? Mental illness? Specific medications- those are questions nobody wants askd, they are dismissed instantly, with hostility rather than reason.

What about the attention factor- how much of a role does the media play in this, when they repeatedly feed on the shooters’ desire for publicity by publishing the name and photographs of the shooters, splashing them with pseudo-glory all over the media? And how much of our fear is not because things are really that much worse, but because with social media and the internet we receive, and search out for ourselves, a constant stream of information on them. Before the internet, we weren’t flooded with a deluge of information and details and speculation.

One school shooting is one too many. But if we’re going to change the Constitution, limit the Constitutionally protected rights of millions of law-abiding citizens, we shouldn’t do that based on lies, misinformation, misunderstandings, and emotional reactions which may not even actually address the real issues.s there- and arguably, that is *not* what most of us are thinking about or talking about when we call something a school shooting. We’re talking about school children in school being targeted by a crazed shooter who wants to kill a lot of kids.

And we aren’t allowed to investigate fully any of the factors- is it related to single parent households? Mental illness? Specific medications- those are questions nobody wants askd, they are dismissed instantly, with hostility rather than reason.

What about the attention factor- how much of a role does the media play in this, when they repeatedly feed on the shooters’ desire for publicity by publishing the name and photographs of the shooters, splashing them with pseudo-glory all over the media? And how much of our fear is not because things are really that much worse, but because with social media and the internet we receive, and search out for ourselves, a constant stream of information on them. Before the internet, we weren’t flooded with a deluge of information and details and speculation.

One school shooting is one too many. But if we’re going to change the Constitution, limit the Constitutionally protected rights of millions of law-abiding citizens, we shouldn’t do that based on lies, misinformation, misunderstandings, and emotional reactions which may not even actually address the real issues, which we cannot even discover when people are more interested in pumping up numbers and calling people who disagree with them callous murderers who don’t care about dead kids.

More here: https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2018/05/21/school-shootings-santa-fe-texas-columbine-stoneman-douglas-parkland-column/627183002/

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Calves Feet Jelly

“FRESH CALVES FEET JELLY.
Scald, take off the hair, and wash very clean four feet ; put them into a saucepan with two quarts of cold water, and when it comes to a boil let them simmer for six or seven hours; take out the feet, and strain the liquor into a deep dish. The following day remove the fat carefully from the top, and give it another boil, which will reduce it to one quart of stiff stock or jelly.—This may be flavored as you like ; it must be dissolved and boiled again when seasoned. It is very delicate and nourishing for an invalid.”

You may remember Pollyanna delivering Calves’ foot jelly to Mrs. Snow.


1869, The Kitchen companion, containing valuable recipes for ice creams, puddings, pies, cakes, blanc mange, custards, &c., &c., being an excellent guide to the housewife

Wizard in the Tree by Lloyd Alexander also has a reference:

“Ah, yes, it would be better to save our business for a happier moment. These distressful events have put a strain on all of us. I can see you’re not quite yourself. A good night’s sleep will work wonders. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you a pot of my calves’foot jelly, that has always been very curative.” Mrs. Parsel would have made her way to the door. but Scrupnor stepped in front of her. “‘That’s thoughtful of you, Mrs. P., but unnecessary. Calves’-foot jelly. Ah, if only our cares and concerns could be lightened with a little calves’-foot jelly, the world would be a happier place.”

This is immediately prior to Scrupnor imprisoning Mrs. Parsel in his counting room for safe keeping while he works out the details of his plan dastardly play of untimely deaths  for Mrs. P, Arbican the wizard, and Mallory.

It’s recommended in most 19th century cookbooks as nourishing for invalids and delightful to children when sweetened with dried fruits, lemon juice and sugar.

There is a version popular in Jewish cookery which has boiled eggs and meat suspended in the gelatin, rather than being a clear gelatin. Those don’t look appetizing to me at all, but I think I’d be willing to taste any of them. I don’t think I could bring myself to prepare a batch, though.

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Cherry Layer Cake, vintage receipt

From Miss A Nichols Allegan, Mich

Cherry Layer Cake

2 cups of flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 tablespoon butter

pinch of salt

1 cup canned cherries without the juice [reserve juice for frosting]

2 eggs

2/3 cup water

Bake in layers

Icing: 1 cup sugar

1/2 cup water cup

1/2 cup cherry juice

boil until it strings and then stir until it grains fine

Put between the cakes.

 

I think I will try this recipe with mango instead of cherries. I’ll just frost it with a dusting of powdered sugar or whipped cream.

 

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The Trouble With the Irish Help

I am aware that it is the fashion with many ladies to disparage Irish domestics, to call them stupid, ignorant, imprudent, ungrateful, the plagues of housekeeping.

That they are ignorant is true enough ; it does require skill, patience, and judgment, to teach a raw Irish girl how to perform the work in a gentleman’s family ; but they are neither stupid nor ungrateful, and if they are taught in the right manner, they prove very capable, and are most faithful and affectionate domestics.

A friend of mine, who is just what a woman ought to be, capable of directing—even doing if necessary, in the kitchen as well as shining in the drawing room, hired one of these poor despised Irish girls, new from the land of the Shamrock, who only understood the way of doing work in a hovel, yet, like all her class, she told the lady ” sure she could do any thing she wanted.” The lady, however, did not trust the girl to make any experiments, but went to the kitchen with her and taught her, or rather did the work herself, and allowed the help to look on and learn by example, which for such is much more effectual than lectures.

When the dinner was nearly ready, the lady retired to dress, telling Julia to watch the roast, and she would return soon and show her how to prepare it for the table. We may imagine with what utter bewilderment the poor girl had been overwhelmed during this, he first lesson in civilized life. The names of the articles of furniture used in the kitchen as well as their uses, were entirely unknown to her ; and she had seen so many new things done, which she was expected to remember, that it must have made her heart-sick to reflect how much she had to learn.

But there was one thing she thought she understood, that was to cook potatoes. These were done, and she would show the lady she knew how to prepare them for the table. When the lady returned, she found the girl seated in the middle of the floor, the potatoes in her lap, while she, with a very satisfied look, was peeling them with her fingers ! Are there not ladies who would have exclaimed—” Oh, the stupid, ignorant, dirty creature ! She cannot be taught to do my work. I must send her away !” And away she would have been sent, irritated if not discouraged, and perhaps without knowing a place where to lay down her head in this strange country. My friend did not act in this manner—she expressed no surprise at the attitude of the girl, only quietly said—” That is not the best way to peel your potatoes, Julia—just lay them on this plate, and I will show you how I like to have them done.”

That Irish girl remained a servant in the same family for five years, proved herself not only capable of learning to work, but willing and most devoted in the service of her mistress, whom she regarded with a reverence little short of what a Catholic feels for his patron saint.

And thus, if with patience and kindness these poor Irish girls are treated and taught, may good and faithful help be obtained. But unless ladies know how the work should be done and and are willing to teach their domestics, they should not employ the Irish when they first arrive. Those who do employ and carefully instruct this class of persons, perform a most benevolent act to the usually destitute exiles, and also a good service to the community, by rendering those who would, if ignorant, become a burden and a nuisance, useful and often respectable members of society. To educate a good domestic is one of the surest proofs that a lady is a good housekeeper.

 

The Good Housekeeper, Or the Way to Live Well, and to be Well While We Live …
By Sarah Josepha Buell Hale

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Reading, Bibles, and The Philippines

 

Davao City has no public libraries. I don’t know if the public schools have libraries or not.  I have been told by more than one Filipino that Filipinos do not typically like to read. While I do know several for whom that is not true, they are among those telling me that it’s not that common.

All the malls I have been to have a National Bookstore, and most of them also have a secondhand bookstore where the prices are generally shockingly low- under a dollar, often under.50.  My favourite of the used bookstores in our area is not the lowest prices. I like it because it is better organized than the others, has better airconditioning and more space between the shelves, which is probably why the prices are higher.

The climate is quite hard on books.     Without regular air conditioning, the books are going to get moldy, and before that the pages will feel soft, and they will tear easily.  If one is among the class who like to write in the margins, one may find one’s pencil easily pokes holes in the soft, slightly damp pages.  The cheaper glue in some books loosens and pages start to fall out.

Flooding is an issue in many homes as well- it’s a regular occurrence, so common that some families just plan for it and arrange house accordingly. One American family I knew who lived here a few decades had a two story house that flooded two or three times a year.  They kept only wooden  and plastic furniture in the ground floor, no beds or any upholstery they cared to keep around.  When the house flooded, they simply moved things out to the patio, hosed down the inside, swept it out, sprayed the furniture clean again and returned it.

The flooding is so much a way of life for some people it’s hard to imagine. We have a Bible study here once a week that begins at 5:30 in the morning. Several of the young men from our congregation come, riding bicycles and maybe two or three on motorcycles.  One morning one of the teens looked particularly tired, and they told me that at three o’clock his house flooded- only about 4 inches deep but his bed is a mattress on the floor so he was done sleeping for the night.  They were teasing him about it, nobody seemed very concerned about it- four inches would go back down in a just a few more hours, and that’s just how it is. You don’t rearrange your schedule over something like that.

But you also don’t keep a home library.  One of the ministries I work with in a very indirect fashion began by providing free Bibles translated into local dialects. A Korean missionary who was part of that effort- he’s not a translator, but works on the technical side, noticed that lack of reading in his  community, so he developed a program for putting a dramatized version of the NT on little solar powered MP3 players.  The dramatization is light- occasional background music, a few different voices when different people are speaking, reading quoted words with some inflection and so on.  They have been working to get native speakers of as many different dialects as possible to make the recordings so every indigenous group here can have an audio Bible in their own dialect.

The project requires many different specialties, from linguists to the sound people making the recordings, to people finding the native speakers and coordinating the recordings, and more.  People involved are from multiple nationalities, and the common working language they use is English, and that’s where my small, tiny contribution falls.  A couple of the Korean families working with the project here need help with English, so I volunteer to meet with them as often as they are free and just have English conversation together.  Their levels are different so we don’t meet at the same time- I meet with one couple once or twice a week when they are free, and in between times I work on transcribing an English television show so they can watch with English subtitles (one of them has the expertise to put those on the film itself).  Another family, new to the area, I was meeting with daily (all this up to the point I got sick, but we should begin again soon).  IT’s truly one of my favourite things about living here.  I get a few lessons on Korean language and culture in exchange, and they often feed me delicious Korean food, and they are truly just delightful, interesting, lovely people so that’s enjoyable as well.

We bought one of the devices for me for language practice- I listen to it while trying to follow along in an English Bible.  I get lost quite a bit, but I can understand enough to figure out where I should be eventually. We wanted to buy several for members of our congregation and to share with those in the mountain communities that are not as accessible (our church sends preachers out nearly ever week, by motorcycle, up in to the mountains to teach).   Currently, that is out of our budget.

We have been able to buy print Bibles for just a dollar or two each, printed in a dialect the mountain Christians can read.  The guys from our congregation deliver them by motorcycle, and in some places, on foot after they have motorcycled as far as they can go.  Those Bibles may be the only book in some of the little homes, hardly more than shanties and huts, where they are going, places without electricity or running water.

 

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