“It’s sort of like watching one of those TV series. You know, like the Sopranos or the Walking Dead. You watch it, you like it, but every season, somebody’s gonna die.”
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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
I thrive on data. I love to sift through statistics and and qualitative research piecing together unrelated fact streams and digging deeply into areas of intrigue. I like to read research projects and report back. This fascination fuels my day job where I’m able to dig into customer research and opinion trends and create or modify programs to meet changing demands.
Posted by Tammy on September 14, 2013
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. This morning Jackie of the Auburn Meadow Farm posted regarding the event that many of us know as the Potato Famine. I find it fascinating but also chilling to learn about the reliance on mono-crops and the influence of wealthy industry in that great tragedy. Can we learn from this?
“The Almighty, indeed, sent the potato blight, but the English created the Famine.”
— Irish national activist, solicitor & political journalist, John Mitchel
My family came to America from Ireland in the early 1900’s so you’d think I’d have some firsthand tales to tell about the Great Hunger. But, alas, my family is not a sharer of stories, photos or heirlooms handed down from one generation to the next.
They say history is written by the victors, and my
lack of understanding of the Irish Potato Famine proves this true. This day every year when all Americans are honorary Irishmen is a perfect time to reflect on the actual history of the most influential Irish event I know.
Of course what we call the Irish Potato Famine, the Irish instead call the Great Starvation. The Irish rejection of the term Famine is very specific; a famine is a natural disaster. And…
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Posted by Tammy on March 17, 2013
Posted by Tammy on February 23, 2013
There was a time when my oldest son knew every last detail about the U.S. Presidents. He was 6 years old and knowing this trivia was his passion; their pets, their kids, their hobbies, the shortest in stature, the heaviest, the assassinated, the bachelor.
Posted by Tammy on February 18, 2013