He is honored with a feast on the 27th day of September in the U.K., in France and in the U.S.. Born to peasant parents in the Kingdom of France, the family resided near the Paul river and it is believed that their surname was derived from there. Noteworthy however, young Vincent wrote his last name as Depaul to avoid any inference that he was of nobility.
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Posted by Tammy on May 17, 2015
A Good Read:
The Hungry Ear
Poems of Food & Drink
Edited by Kevin Young
Posted by Tammy on April 24, 2015
Oh, Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty to the right of me, Beauty to the left of me, Beauty above me, Beauty below me. I’m on the pollen path.
Posted by Tammy on March 26, 2015
Five years ago, my friend and mentor Sue Clark-Johnson arranged for me to have a really special day. This week, Sue died far too young and far too quickly. As my friend Richard Morrison said, “Among many other accomplishments, she was a former Publisher of the Arizona Republic newspaper and the immediate past Director of the Morrison Institute of Public Policy. She worked tirelessly for Arizona. This is a sad day. While she was of a diminutive stature, she was a giant among us.” God bless you Sue.
Originally posted on Agrigirl's Blog:
To eat the chalupa!
Let me explain. One of the highlights of my year was the opening of the O’Connor House. The 1950’s adobe ranch-style home was moved brick by brick to its new location behind the historical museum in Papago Park. I’d been invited by a special mentor to have lunch but had no idea that the home’s previous owner, former Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, would be in attendance. Nor did I know that it would be the first time Justice O’Connor had seen the home since it was moved. And finally, imagine my delight in being seated next to her for the meal.
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Posted by Tammy on January 30, 2015
Last week I did an exercise in transparency with my work team. Part of it required that we select a picture from a stack of stock photos that would be an appropriate cover for each of our autobiographies. I selected a photo of five smiling individuals in a white water raft envisioning the story that I would write about my own family and the adventure that we call life. One of my colleagues selected a photo of roots and I was touched by his description of his efforts to leave a legacy and to establish roots that would matter and that would last. He spoke of both his family and his community in a way that was passionate and authentic.
Posted by Tammy on October 19, 2014