These stoves reminded me of the beautiful old cars I loved. That Saturday I went to see the stove and arrived at the unmistakable scene of a home being dismantled. Some things were being discarded, everything else was for sale. The woman who owned the house was in a nursing home. Her relatives and friends were clearing the house out to prepare it for refinishing and sale. This is a thank you to the woman whose stove we now have.
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I can imagine that some fine meals were cooked on that stove. I also imagine that she bought the stove new in the early s. She certainly took good care of it since it was still working after all those years. Thank you so much. Arigatou gozaimashita.
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We arranged to buy the stove on 14 November Table showing gray and white cracked ice pattern with Christmas cactus. Stove in background. We tried to dislodge the valve at the meter, but it was stuck tight. We had to wait until the gas was disconnected at the meter. Shortly after that I had a stroke. Or maybe not. Stove top off, burners disassembled, drip trays removed revealing lots of rust.
Risking gas leaks and possible explosions was not in the cards. Aside from the risk factor there were parts that needed refinishing, might as well get it taken care of professionally. Antique Stove Heaven came to my house, gave the stove the once-over, and noted the problems. They came again to take it to Heaven and eventually returned it completely and beautifully restored.
After that they came out to correct an issue with one of the burners. Great service! Under the stove top repainted, burners re-porcelained, being reassembled. I imagine that we will be cooking many fine meals on it, just like I imagine the original owner did. Linda making some gingerbread pancakes on the griddle. This will have to be the short version without too many researched links because I only have a limited amount of time in which to write this post. Those of you who are caregivers for people with severe disabilities will probably appreciate this fact of life.
Or maybe this is the modern human condition in general. In the USA we have some laws: Education of all Handicapped Children Act of , Americans with Disabilities Act, and the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act that essentially means that students with disabilities can join in all the reindeer games. You see, at least in the classic video Siobhan likes so much, Rudolph has a disability.
His nose glows. I rest my case. Just like that. She was in school in Malibu at that time. She had a long bus ride to and from the school and other aspects of it were very bad for Siobhan but Gary, the APE guy really did begin the process of teaching Siobhan to swim. This was nothing short of a miracle as far as I was concerned.
Thank you Gary. The next year Siobhan did not go back to Malibu, She came back into Santa Monica where it was easy to drive her to school. And we wanted her to continue her swim program which was the only part of APE that she was benefiting from. This probably sounds familiar to other people who have been banned from facilities use because of the color of their skin, or their religion, or any number of other things.
In any event, we persevered and got pool access, and Siobhan never had a bathroom accident and by the way Olympic swimmers pee in the pool all the time. Nobody expected that Siobhan would go on to win Special Olympics gold medals because they see her disabilities and dismiss her. This is the essence of disablism. And it was all worth it.
Just this week she had a tough time with two other swimmers in her lane at a public pool but she persevered. My mom, Lucy, was born in Tullamore, Co. Offaly, Ireland in and lived in a small house right next to a church. One wall of her house made up one of the walls of the churchyard.
She had a brother, Jack, who was hit by a car when he was young, after which he was in a coma for months. She had what they called a milk leg. This, it turns out, is lymphedema, and it runs in the family. I have the condition in my left leg, as does one of my cousins. This left her to care for Jack and herself, so she went to work in a sausage factory. Later, when she had saved up enough, she sent for Jack.
My dad, Joe, was born in in the kitchen of the family farm in Ballyheigue, Co.
Kerry, Ireland. His mom, Mary Ann, emigrated to New York sometime after he was born, leaving him to the care of the family. He grew up wild, and would do anything to have a bit of fun. He told me about being very young and hiding in the thatched roof of a house where there was a wake in progress. He talked slowly all his life, though he eventually did acquire a mild New Jersey accent later on. He fished, and helped with the farm work, and tended lobster pots and had many stories to tell about dangerous adventures at sea in a currach, which is a wood-framed tar-paper-covered canoe they made themselves.
He also attended a one-room schoolhouse where the fee was a lump of coal a day or maybe some spuds. We have stayed in the Old School which has been restored beautifully on our visits to Ballyheigue and I highly recommend it. At the time they arrived in the New York area, though the Irish made up a sizable portion of the population, Dad told me that when he went looking for work, there were many factories with signs that said NINA, or no Irish need apply.
It also meant no Italians need apply. He did find work though and he was never without it again. My dad was interested in dancing and sports and meeting up with the new friends he made. There, at a dance, he met Lucy. They eventually married, settled in Bergen County, New Jersey and had two children, me and my sister Una, who still lives there. Joe and Lucy are gone many years now. My heart aches at missing them, but this is the way of the world. When Siobhan was very young and was finally able to sit up by herself I had a habit of putting her in the supermarket cart seat with the cart reversed.
Pushing with the cart reversed meant that Siobhan rode up front with an unobstructed view of things. She loved it, and would clap her hands in approval. We were nearly at the end of a supermarket aisle when it happened. She flipped out. The Twinkie then made things far worse.
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By this time she was wailing. After the Twinkie there was no consoling her. To this day she gives a wide berth to costume characters in enclosed suits such as may be found at Disneyland. Princesses are somewhat OK since their faces are showing and she loved the Little Mermaid for a while, even standing next to her to pose for a picture.
Just a public service announcement to people in general about the actions not to take when you upset someone, as the Twinkie did to Siobhan.
Mind Over Matter
Thank you. Two years ago when Siobhan was twenty years old we were out walking on the Third Street Promenade here in Santa Monica. I happened to mention that Santa was at the mall a few blocks away and we should go visit him and walked with her in that direction. A block away from the Santa entrance she made a sharp right and walked all the way around the mall to the entrance where Santa was not.
A trip to a mall Santa this year confirms her undying revulsion. The Krampus agrees. Many years ago I put up old fashioned holiday lights on our front porch and took them down in January. She insisted that they be put up again, and so we have red, green, blue, and white holiday lights on our porch year-round. At least it makes it easy to give directions to sighted visitors. She is elemental.
She is smart. In , out shopping on December 24th, Siobhan stopped in front of a train set. Trains are a passion for her. She looked long and hard at a train set, and returned to it again after moving away. After she came home I raced to the store and picked it up. That night I helped Siobhan make a picture letter. At the top was a picture of Santa, followed by a picture of the train set. I told her that this was a letter to Santa from Siobhan and her eyes got wide. Then I asked her if that was the train she wanted. Yes, she signed, very emphatically with a very visible up and down motion of her arm and flick of her wrist.
While she has begun to speak, it is still "very early days" and medics do not know how her brain has been affected. At the moment she is not asking questions about anything," said Lorraine. Speaking at her home in Omeath, Lorraine said doctors have told them how, after a brain trauma, "the brain just shuts down". Lorraine said her niece was shot in both arms and said: "She must have had her arms up to protect herself. She was shot twice in her left arm and it ricocheted off one of her bones and there is some shrapnel embedded in her.
Fortunately, Lorraine said, the bullet that hit Siobhan's forehead never penetrated her brain. She does know everybody that comes into her. She seems to be getting there but it is a long road ahead of her," Lorraine added.
Bronagh said she thinks about the family of Garda Golden each day. The Golden family have also been in touch with Siobhan and her family. His family have been in contact and his brother came to see Siobhan in hospital. That meant so much to us," said Bronagh.
Siobhan, who had two young children with Mackin, was training to be a hair-dresser in Newry. She and Mackin had known each other for five years and Lorraine said Siobhan was initially besotted with him. However, after Mackin was released on bail last January, having been charged with IRA membership before the Special Criminal Court, he began to beat her.
Lorraine confirmed that on Sunday, October 11, the day Siobhan made her first statement of complaint to Garda Golden at Omeath Garda Station, was also the first time she heard about the domestic violence. Lorraine believes Siobhan was trying to leave Mackin for the last year and the beating on the Friday night was the final one she would endure. The doctors said her memory might come back and then again it might not. Ian O'Doherty It's that time of the year when the parents and kids really start to fall out with each other.
Lorna Siggins It's "showtime" in Galway all year round, but it won't need a European capital of culture badge to draw thousands to its film fleadh and arts festival over the next three weeks.
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