The narrative journey of my Ancestor Work in a blend of spirituality, genealogy, memoir, and magic.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2021
A Century from Christmas to Solstice
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
Lands of My Blood Ancestors
My ancestor work has evolved over the last decade. I used to only climb the family tree via names and dates, hopscotching over holes and unverified truths. But I started getting a lot of e-mails from people who were adopted, thinking that it meant that ancestor work wasn’t possible for them. And, while I didn’t know any other ways of doing it at the time, I felt certain that the ancestral energy was available to everyone.
I spent time seeking new pathways, studying new ways of revering the ancestors. Only I didn’t want to just honor them. I wanted to work with them. And I found it easier to think of them as a stream of energy, like a highway anyone could get on.
That work led me to looking inward and backward while standing with my feet in the present. As I sank into my bloodstream, I wanted to know what ancestral DNA had passed through the generations into my breathing body.
Sunday, October 31, 2021
I Open to my Ancestors (A Photo Gallery)
Tonight is Samhain. It is All Hallows Eve. It is a night where the walls between this world and the next are thin. This is the night where the dead bleed through and if you wish to connect with them, you can listen to them, you can sense when they're present, and you can entice them to come. You can also make simple offerings to honor their place and presence in your life.Because They Were...You Are.
I pour water in the glass cup on my Ancestor Altar. I light a candle in my fossil candle holder. It is the lighthouse guiding their way to me. I light more candles for specific prayers. I take in a breath and as I exhale I open my heart. I open myself to spirit world. I am not the lighthouse.
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Frances & Lafayette are in the center, front. |
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Ruth & Charles are in the center back. |
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Hiram & Emma are the center couple. |
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Levi & Jane are seated in the second row. |
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I ask my Ancestors to welcome in the spirits of the Recent Dead, of my beloved and missed Liz Seib. I ask them to watch over our friends Michael Maxwell Carter Davidson, Peter Blakeslee, and grumpy old Oliver.
Leave offerings of food and liquor, of earthly things that smell strong and potent, of coffee, tobacco and candies. Leave them fresh, filtered water. Listen to the whisperings of the shadows. Feel peace fill your heart.
Let the candles burn low. Pay attention to your dreamings. The dead have things they wish to say. If you have any divination tools, ask the dead to speak through them.
Blessed Samhain.
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
The Ancestor of the Red Delicious was Actually Delicious
It is Decidedly Not Delicious
The Red Delicious apple, with its deceptive bright red hue and distinctive shape has been a popular apple in America for 128 years. Most of us remember getting one on our lunch trays in elementary school. But let’s face it, delicious it is not.
I love apples. I have a special place in my world for each one. Each of them, but one.
As I child I was not terribly picky about which apples I ate. My other classmates were though. They would hand their apples off to me and I would eat them all on my walk home at the end of the day. But the truly mealy, gritty ones—you know what I mean—would never survive more than a bite before getting chucked into a bush for the animals.
Unless it was February. And winter. And I would eat the better bits around the mealy bits just for a taste of the fruit.
I don’t feel so bad for my great distaste for the red delicious. Even Tom Burford, author of Apples of North America, whose ancestors planted seeds in the Blue Ridge Mountains in 1713, and who grew up with over 100 species of apples in their family orchard refers to the popularity of the Red Delicious as a “ramming down the throats of American consumers this disgusting, red, beautiful fruit.”
Turns out, it
wasn’t always disgusting.
Colonial Apples
America had its own native apples, but the common varieties we know today are descendants of imports from Europe. Apples were important to colonial life. It was not only used for food, but hard cider, a safe beverage to imbibe, as the village water was usually unfit to drink.
Apples were one of
the earliest crops planted by colonists and each family would have a few trees
of their own in their backyards. In the 1800s and the early 1900s, the popular
apple was the Ben Davis, a reliable crop for growers. It was a pretty apple,
and a crop with a reliable yield, but touted to be pretty bland.
What Jesse Hiatt
Let Grow
A Quaker farmer named Jesse Hiatt of Peru, Iowa found an unwanted apple tree growing within his orchard of Yellow Bellflower trees, in the 1870s. He tried to cut it back for several seasons but it came back up every year. History says that he decided something that tenacious deserved a chance and he let it grow.
Ten years later the
tree produced its first fruit, a red and yellow striped elongated globe. The
flesh was said to be crisp, fruity and sweet, but it wasn’t pretty to look at.
Hiatt named the perfumed apple the Hawkeye, after his home state. Amy Traverso, author of The Apple
Lover’s Cookbook, says, “The [Hawkeye] was a chance seedling, and I like to
imagine what a revelation it was to come across this apple tree that you hadn’t
even planted. To taste the fruit for the first time and realize it was just
incredible.”
The Next Big Apple
The Ben Davis apple was the widely-seeded but bland apple in production at the time. In 1983 the Stark Brothers’ Nursery in Lousianna, Missouri, opened a contest to farmers, seeking a new strain of apple. Jesse Hiatt brought his Hawkeye apple to the contest. It was love at first bite and the Stark Brothers bought the production rights to the apple.
The first thing they
did was change the name.
The First Delicious
It became the Stark Delicious.
Rowan Jacobsen writes, in Apples of Uncommon Character, that “the fruit kept well and had an inoffensive, pleasantly aromatic taste. Most of all, it was very sweet. What it wasn’t, was solid red; instead, it had a light pink blush, reddish stripes, and a less pronounced strawberry shape, making it a pretty generic apple.”
Over the next twenty years, the Nursery promoted the Stark Delicious in a manner that changed the business of apple production. The Brothers spent $750,000, sending salesmen to farms all over the country. They even sent it out as free gifts to their existing customers and exhibited it at the 1904 World’s Fair.
The Stark Delicious
became a hit and the Nursery was bombarded with requests for more trees from
customers. As its population expanded, and it was propagated widely, it became
less and less like the original Hiatt’s Hawkeye.
What’s in a Name?
In 1914, when the Golden Delicious was discovered in West Virginia and bought up by the Nursery, the Stark Delicious apple became the Red Delicious. The Stark Brothers’ aggressive promotion of the breed meant that by 1922, the annual Delicious crop was valued at $12 million.
A year later, one of the Delicious growers in New Jersey found one single branch on one of his trees that was producing a mutant variant of the apple. It had ripened earlier than the others and had turned a deep, solid crimson hue. One of the Stark Brothers’ sons travelled from Missouri and bought the branch, also known as a sport, off the tree for $6,000.
“Traditionally, growers
were paid based on the redness of the skin of their apples. Flavor was not
evaluated,” Rowan Jacobsen wrote. “Red Delicious earned a premium over other
apples, and the reddest Red Delicious earned the highest premium.” It wasn’t
long before farmers all over clambered to get their hands on their own clone of
the deep crimson variant.
Pros and Cons and Poor
Taste
Amy Traverson likens this as the problem. “It turns out that a lot of the genes that coded for the flavor-producing compounds were on the same chromosomes as the genes for the yellow striped skin,” she explains, “so as you favored the more consistently colored apples, you were essentially disfavoring the same genes that coded for great flavor.”
This new breed of Red Delicious came with a thicker skin that disguised the bruises that came during long shipping routes. The “coke-bottle bottom” of the fruit and the uniform shape made them perfect for storage and transport, prizing them for a long shelf life over taste. The deep red fruits continued to ripen after harvesting, so it could be picked prematurely and left to ripen in cold storage as it travelled.
As soon as an apple is
picked from the tree it begins to produce ethylene gas, which is what causes
fruit to either ripen or rot. According to Simon Thibault, author of Pantry
and Palate: Remembering and Rediscovering Acadian Food, it enabled the
Delicious apple to be stored for a length of time before being shipped.
Why So Popular?
The Red Delicious was the most popular apple in production by the 1940s. But the skin was tougher than other apple skin, hiding an open-celled texture that consumers would consider mealy or gritty. It had a tough and bitter skin hiding mushy flesh. Have you ever wondered why that is?
Thibault also says that if the Red Delicious is left on the tree long enough, something called watercore develops. “What that means is the starches and sugars get converted to sorbitol, or unfermentable sugar. They’re very sweet, but they don’t last long. If you let the Red Delicious do that, even the cardboard ones can become nonoffensive.” But then their shelf life for transport is severely shortened. As people left the farms and more people moved into the cities and shopped at grocery markets, and they were not getting their food from the farm stands, transportability became more important commercially.
By the 1980s,
seventy-five percent of the crops produced in Washington State were Red
Delicious apples. They are responsible for two-thirds of the apples produced in
America.
Who’s Buying Them?
Now, the majority of Red Delicious apples are not bought by consumers. Instead they are sold to schools and health centers, hospitals and hotels; places where people don’t have a lot of choice in what they eat. For instance, the United States Department of Agriculture sends the fruit out through its food distribution programs, most of which comes from farmers’ surplus. The Red Delicious is usually one of the last crops standing, as far as American demand goes.
Orchardists couldn’t
just switch out their long-standing crops and the seemingly sudden shift in
consumer demand took them by surprise. Tom Burford pointed out that people had
been “eating with their eyes and not their mouths.” Now shoppers were not
satisfied with poor flavor when there were other savory apples on the market
like SweeTango, Honeycrisp, Pink Lady, and Snap Dragon.
The Decline
Red Delicious apple growers lost almost $800 million between 1997 and 2000 because consumers weren’t buying them. In 2000 the government spent $138 million to bailout the apple farmers of Washington state. It was the largest bailout in the history of the apple industry.
Production of the Red Delicious dropped forty percent over the next seventeen years. It is the parent of the Empire and the Fuji apple varieties, among others. It’s still one of the most commonly produced apples, by twenty million bushels, and in 2014, the Washington Apple Commission began focusing on exporting two-thirds or more of their Red Delicious crop to other countries. Most of our Red Delicious apples wind up in China, India, Indonesia, Mexico, Saudi Arabia, and United Arab Emirates.
(Did you know that China
produces a full half of the world’s apples, about eight times as much as the United
States. Seventy percent of the apples they grow are Fujis.)
A New Cream of the Crop
For the first time in fifty years, the Red Delicious was dethroned by the juicy and mildly sweet Gala in 2018. The Red Delicious came second—due to the production demand, Granny Smith was third, Fuji fourth, and the Honeycrisp fifth… though if they were correct, by the typing of this article the Honeycrisp should have moved up the list.
Yum.
Lots of farmers are slowly replacing their Red Delicious trees with new popular varieties and no one is planting new ones. Somewhere out there, some farmers still grow the original heirloom variety Hawkeye. Which means there is a chance to taste the fruit that was the Red Delicious’ ancestor, and experience where its name originated.
I sense a road trip in
my future.
Sourced with
information from:
A.C. Bright,
author of Apples Galore!
Tom Burford,
author of Apples of North America
Rowan Jacobsen,
author of Apples of Uncommon Character
Erika Janik, author of “Apple: A Global History”
Simon Thibault, author of Pantry and Palate:
Remembering and Rediscovering Acadian Food
Amy Traverso, author of The Apple
Lover’s Cookbook
LeAnn Zotta, author 200 Years and Growing: The Story of Stark Bro’s Nurseries & Orchards Co
Wednesday, May 5, 2021
Cleansing my Ancestor Altar
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
The Irish In Me
Donegal County, from Lonely Planet |
Most of my life I assumed I was genetically a European mix. After my DNA results came in from Ancestry I learned that I was only 46% European mutt. I was also 20% Scottish and 14% Irish. Then some German, Swedish, and French. I also know that, as my dad had no Irish in his make-up and 50% of mine came from him, all of the Irish comes from my mother.
Family research does show Irish ancestors on my dad’s side going
back after 20+ generations or so but the Irish in my genes came from my mom.
The birds are trying to sing their spring songs outside,
despite the snow flurries we had yesterday and the biting temperatures. We are
so near the equinox. The days are lengthening and in my little garden, the
tiger lilies are thinking about peeking out of the earth with their bright
green shoots and we are planning the out the rest of the plots, dreaming about
hands turning warm dirt.
And I am thinking about my Irish heritage. Because of how
long most of my other family lines have been in this country, I was surprised
to discover how recently all of my known Irish ancestors came to this country.
On my mom’s paternal side, the first of my immigrant ancestors from Ireland to
step on American soil was my 7x great-grandfather David Calhoun, born in Donegal
in 1690. He settled and died in Connecticut. David's grandfather was originally
from Scotland, so his family blood was Scotch-Irish, but David only knew
Ireland as his home until he left for America.
Thomas Riddle, also found spelled Ridel or Riddell, was born in Ireland in
1739. He was my 6x great-grandfather. He married in America when he was 20 and Thomas
fought for the colonies in the Revolutionary War as a Private in 1775. I found
other family of his listed Tyrone County as flax growers.
My 6x great-grandparents John Berry, born in 1762, and Nancy Matchet, born in
1767, came to America from Ireland together and settled in the small town of
Mayfield in New York. There are still Berrys living in Mayfield; my direct
ancestors lived there for four generations. They even have their own family
cemetery. I have a current lead that Berry came from County Kerry in Ireland
that I am investigating.
On my mom’s maternal side, my other Irish ancestors all immigrated to New York,
where the Erie Canal was. Thomas Burke was born in Ireland in 1832. He is
listed as living in Lockport in 1855 with his widowed mother Ann, employed in
"boating." He later fought for the 12th Independent
Company during the Civil War.
My 4x great-grandfather Barney Dowd came over from Ireland with his daughters
and their families. I have always held him as a possible grandfather, because
he was living for a while with Mary and David Conners, my 3x great-grandparents.
But I found information that might mean the Conners came from Kerry County,
which would make Mary’s last name Lenchen, which would likely remove Barney
Dowd from my tree.
My Lockportian ancestors all lived in the areas of my
hometown known as Lowertown, where the Irish who worked on the canal had set up
their homes. In honor of them, and all those who came before them, I'll set out
a bowl of warm honey and milk over soda bread and I'll pour a pint of ale for
them.
I'll honor those who left their homelands for a country that
treated them like vermin. I honor that Irish spirit that allowed them to
persevere and plant roots. I call on that strength in hard times. They live on
through me.
Monday, February 1, 2021
COVID-19 Deaths Month 11: January
We lost almost 100,000 Americans in one month.
We lost almost 100,000 Americans in one month.
I lost a beloved this month. It was cancer. But COVID-19 kept me
from saying goodbye in person. My heart hurts. In my grief I see every maskless
face as the reason we are still in the thick of this pandemic.
People I know are getting the vaccine. I already know people who
have had their second dose. So there is light ahead. But there are also variant
strains of COVID-19 spreading now. We must remain vigilant.
Wear a mask. Wash your hands. Six feet apart. Isolate.
I check the total dead each day. I have a list of numbers. Every night at midnight I light my ancestor altar. I call on those who weathered plagues and mysterious illnesses that swept through villages and cities. I call on my foremothers and fathers who lost loved ones, and those who lost their own lives in such times. I ask them to guide the dead. I ask them to watch over the living. I ask them to wrap the world in some measure of peace.
And I chant the number of souls who died that day. I chant it seven times. I wish them ease. I wish them peace. I sometimes cry for their families, for the ones who died alone. Especially for the ones who died alone. Viruses don't care about human need. I try to remember that.
It's a simple ritual.
It keeps me mindful of what is happening outside of my own isolation.
In January, we
lost ninety-seven thousand three-hundred and eighty-three Americans.
97,384
That's near the total population of the city of Albany, NY in
2010.
Since the rise of the pandemic 458,121 Americans have died.
Dear gods and ancestors, we have passed 400,000 dead and are near
to 500,000. Feel that weight. It’s been a long time. We’re coming up on a year.
Light a candle. Say a prayer. Wear a mask. Wash
your hands. Stay six feet apart. We can do this. May we all come out
the other side.
[Statistics gathered from this W.H.O. website. They have changed as the numbers have come in, so there is
some wiggle room around the exact number.]
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A
Contemplative Poem for the Month
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter wind passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
~John O’Donohue