Whatever it takes to keep him from popping his cork.
One thing about the Puritans a lot of people don’t know is that they considered alcohol a gift from God.
They didn’t know about germs, but evil spirits in the water sometimes seemed to kill people… they did drink it, but drank a lot more beer, ale and cider… even children drank it.
Boarding ships to the new world, families brought kegs and jugs of it.
….
Conditions were horrible… too many people crammed into dank, germ-infested cargo holds. You see paintings of them sitting on their beer casks.
I read that on the Mayflower, every man woman and child was originally rationed a gallon a day of beer!
But they didn’t expect 2 months at sea, so they ran out…
many got sick and died, and drinking water from wooden containers may have made it worse.
….
In this picture, it might depend on how long they’d been here…
For the first Thanksgiving, they may have had hard cider, from wild apples… a lot of their crops had failed…
By the next year they brewed beer from corn, and eventually they managed to raise barley.
…
They didn’t allow “drunkenness” … but the bar was set pretty high… or is that low?
What they considered sobriety probably wouldn’t come close to passing a breathalyzer test today.
I read an article once about how 17th and 18th centuries treaties, wars, even the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, may have been influenced by their makers constant alcohol consumption.
Wine bottle. The little circle is the bottler and the large is a personal seal. (or maybe the other way around) Been awhile since that Antiques Roadshow UK
Not yet… the Mayflower and later Pilgrim ships didn’t stop at tropical islands like pirate ships did…
The settlers had no sugar or honey, and few fruits, except some wild apples and berries, and precious raisins they had brought.
They made cider and by the next year,a little corn beer and fiery distilled alcohol called aqua vitae.
After a few years they had established beehives, the beginnings of orchards some grain, and domestic berries, and also traded with ships from the Carribean… I think by then they could get rum.
According to NWF: A quiet day of fishing in California’s Monterey Bay yielded the memory of a lifetime when a massive humpback whale breached off the boat’s stern.
Douglas Croft, who had been watching this “chronic breacher” from another boat, photographed it from a porthole near the waterline, creating this dramatic perspective. What does this teach about people in nature? “Anything can happen at any time,” he said with a laugh.
I’ve seen Grays breach. And flipper and fluke slapping. And spy hopping.
You really don’t or can’t understand how awesome it is until you see it first hand.
Those animals are HUGE! The power it takes for them to lift their body clear is kinda frighting.
We have so much more to be thankful for since last year! For one, all of this ‘family’s’ health, and for two,, all of the relationships C & C have developed over the years!
And what is that guilty-looking pilgrim basset sneaking from his “medicinal” jug? A distillate of kibble? Also known as kibbliskhy. (No, not a Polish dish).
As a point of interest, the ancient Egyptians also used to drink beer instead of water, and for the same reason; safety.
The link below leads to the WikipediA article about Rea Irvin, the artist who drew the human version of the cover (I couldn’t find the basset edition’s artist’s name).
Gee, Alexi……………………you couldn’t find the basset edition’s artist’s name??? There’s clearly a visible signature on the lower right corner, at least on my monitor.
Or, maybe I’m misunderstanding your comment. Maybe you meant that you couldn’t find a Wikipedia entry for that artist? In that case, I guess I can’t help.
A grace written as a poem.
It is, I think, especially apt for a Thanksgiving dinner.
(Have you got three minutes at the very outside? / these machines do slow us down)
A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE
A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE
Lord, thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell,
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry,
Where thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me while I sleep.
Low is my porch, as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by the poor,
Who thither come and freely get
Good words or meat;
Like as my parlor, so my hall
And kitchen’s small;
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipped, unflead.
Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit
And glow like it.
Lord, I confess, too, when I dine,
The pulse is thine,
And all those other bits that be
There placed by thee:
The worts, the purslain, and the mess
Of water-cress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
‘Tis thou that crown’st my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth;
And giv’st me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, ’tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And giv’st me for my bushel sown
Twice ten for one.
Thou mak’st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year,
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream for wine.
All these, and better, thou dost send
Me to this end:
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart,
Which, fired with incense, I resign
As wholly thine;
But the acceptance, that must be,
My Christ, by thee.
The picture link below captioned:
“Fort Matanzas, about fifty feet long on each side, was constructed of coquina, a local stone formed from clam shells and quarried from
a nearby island. Courtesy of National Park Service”
Leads to:
An article titled America’s First True “Pilgrims”
“An excerpt from Kenneth C. Davis’s new book explains they arrived half a century before the Mayflower reached Plymouth Rock” (sic)
Davis’ book title: “AMERICA’S HIDDEN HISTORY
Untold Tales of The First Pilgrims, Fighting Women, and Forgotten Founders Who Shaped a Nation”
The excerpt comes from the “Smithsonian Magazine”
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Excellent magazine cover, Stel. Very well done! One of my favorites!
[Human magazine cover]
I wonder what he’s popping the Cork on?
Whatever it takes to keep him from popping his cork.
One thing about the Puritans a lot of people don’t know is that they considered alcohol a gift from God.
They didn’t know about germs, but evil spirits in the water sometimes seemed to kill people… they did drink it, but drank a lot more beer, ale and cider… even children drank it.
Boarding ships to the new world, families brought kegs and jugs of it.
….
Conditions were horrible… too many people crammed into dank, germ-infested cargo holds. You see paintings of them sitting on their beer casks.
I read that on the Mayflower, every man woman and child was originally rationed a gallon a day of beer!
But they didn’t expect 2 months at sea, so they ran out…
many got sick and died, and drinking water from wooden containers may have made it worse.
….
In this picture, it might depend on how long they’d been here…
For the first Thanksgiving, they may have had hard cider, from wild apples… a lot of their crops had failed…
By the next year they brewed beer from corn, and eventually they managed to raise barley.
…
They didn’t allow “drunkenness” … but the bar was set pretty high… or is that low?
What they considered sobriety probably wouldn’t come close to passing a breathalyzer test today.
I read an article once about how 17th and 18th centuries treaties, wars, even the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, may have been influenced by their makers constant alcohol consumption.
I can’t find it now… if I do I’ll post a link.
The article I read was longer… but may have been excerpted from a book…
and this one may well be drawn from the same book.
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/71611/11-booze-soaked-facts-about-alcohols-role-americas-history
Fascinating!!
So our country was founded by a bunch of alcoholics?? That explains a lot.
Wine bottle. The little circle is the bottler and the large is a personal seal. (or maybe the other way around) Been awhile since that Antiques Roadshow UK
…
…
I remember this one. A little medicinal nip of the brandy to chase away the cold.
Of course….that’s how we New Englanders deal with the cold! (…at least, nowadays!)
Back then it was probably rum. 😀
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..Rum Ribs!
lol
Not yet… the Mayflower and later Pilgrim ships didn’t stop at tropical islands like pirate ships did…
The settlers had no sugar or honey, and few fruits, except some wild apples and berries, and precious raisins they had brought.
They made cider and by the next year,a little corn beer and fiery distilled alcohol called aqua vitae.
After a few years they had established beehives, the beginnings of orchards some grain, and domestic berries, and also traded with ships from the Carribean… I think by then they could get rum.
…
…
Humpback Whale
Monterey Bay
© Douglas Croft, 2021 National Wildlife® Photo Contest
People in nature, first place: Douglas Croft, San Jose, California
According to NWF: A quiet day of fishing in California’s Monterey Bay yielded the memory of a lifetime when a massive humpback whale breached off the boat’s stern.
Douglas Croft, who had been watching this “chronic breacher” from another boat, photographed it from a porthole near the waterline, creating this dramatic perspective. What does this teach about people in nature? “Anything can happen at any time,” he said with a laugh.
Great photo. I will assume that the whale knew the boat was there.
Whales aren’t dumb. Whales, like lots of animals, probably have a sense of humor.
I assume he’d already signed a contract with the photographer!😉
I’ve seen Grays breach. And flipper and fluke slapping. And spy hopping.
You really don’t or can’t understand how awesome it is until you see it first hand.
Those animals are HUGE! The power it takes for them to lift their body clear is kinda frighting.
Lucky you!
Awesome!
We have so much more to be thankful for since last year! For one, all of this ‘family’s’ health, and for two,, all of the relationships C & C have developed over the years!
For this I have been most grateful!!!
Happy Thanksgiving. ML and everyone.
For the latter, yes. Not much else this past year.
And what is that guilty-looking pilgrim basset sneaking from his “medicinal” jug? A distillate of kibble? Also known as kibbliskhy. (No, not a Polish dish).
Sounds like Polish home brew. Don’t they make kibble with korn?
That’s Basset bourbon…
Looks like someone… Puritan or not…. knows exactly what it’s going to take to get him through this blessed gathering.
Well… if Cousin William is going to recite every Scripture quote from the last 4 Sunday meetings…
and Cousin Henrietta refuses to sit next to Goody Morrison…
and Brother Hamilton is going to complain about the sinful color of Brother Frederick’s new garb…
And Goody Edwards will bring those @#$!-nable preserved turnips of hers….
Surely the Lord will forgive a man a small dose of Holy water to keep his thoughts from becoming unholy.
And make him truly grateful for the heaven-sent kibble he receives.
….
I knew the humans at some point started to publish a magazine similar to the “New Yorker Basset”…
so I wondered whether it started early enough for them to have tried to recreate Stel’s lovely cover.
Well… you need not wonder…she posted it here tonight, just to show us, I assume, that it was their usual inept attempt.
….
Humans are such copydogs!
Why must they mimic our StelBel?
You can see that they even tried to give this poor human the ears of a basset hound!
How silly is that??
Very funny!
Yes! I agree! Why, oh WHY must they always try to mimic me???
Because you are the best, StelBel!
Why, thank you, Dennis!!!!!
Dee Dee Sharp
It’s the latest, it’s the greatest
Mashed potato, ya, ya ,ya, ya
A Mashed potato started long time ago
With a guy named Sloppy Joe
You’ll find this dance is so cool to do
Come on baby, gonna teach it to you
Mashed potato, feel it in your feet now
Mashed potato, come on get the beat now
Baby, come on honey, come on baby, ya, ya, ya, ya
And then they dance it through and through
They look for records they can do it to
They got a dance was outta sight
Doin’ the lion sleeps tonight
ya a weem o wep a weem o wep
(Mashed potato) ya, ya, ya, ya
(It’s the latest) oh, baby
(It’s the greatest) come on, honey
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Now everybody is doin’ fine
They dance alone or in a big boss line
And they discovered it’s the most man
The day they did it to Please Mr. Postman
wait a minute, wait a minute
(Mashed potato) deliver the letter
(It’s the latest) oh, baby
(It’s the greatest) come on, honey
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Well they got with more and more
Ya ought to see ’em around the floor
The mashed potato long long list
They even do it to Dear Lady Twist
get up on your tail now
(Mashed potato) ya, ya, ya, ya
(It’s the latest) come on, baby
(It’s the greatest) oh, honey
Ya, ya, ya, ya
feel the groovy beat now
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Barry Mann
Mashed Potato Time lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Up until today I had no idea this existed. I wish I still didn’t. “Quarter to Three” it ain’t.
As a point of interest, the ancient Egyptians also used to drink beer instead of water, and for the same reason; safety.
The link below leads to the WikipediA article about Rea Irvin, the artist who drew the human version of the cover (I couldn’t find the basset edition’s artist’s name).
WIKIPEDIA LINK
Gee, Alexi……………………you couldn’t find the basset edition’s artist’s name??? There’s clearly a visible signature on the lower right corner, at least on my monitor.
Or, maybe I’m misunderstanding your comment. Maybe you meant that you couldn’t find a Wikipedia entry for that artist? In that case, I guess I can’t help.
Exactly what I was thinking. The artist’s name is right there.
“Grant Us Beer and Onions” was an Egyptian prayer to the gods…
A grace written as a poem.
It is, I think, especially apt for a Thanksgiving dinner.
(Have you got three minutes at the very outside? / these machines do slow us down)
Lord, thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell,
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry,
Where thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me while I sleep.
Low is my porch, as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by the poor,
Who thither come and freely get
Good words or meat;
Like as my parlor, so my hall
And kitchen’s small;
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipped, unflead.
Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit
And glow like it.
Lord, I confess, too, when I dine,
The pulse is thine,
And all those other bits that be
There placed by thee:
The worts, the purslain, and the mess
Of water-cress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
‘Tis thou that crown’st my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth;
And giv’st me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, ’tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And giv’st me for my bushel sown
Twice ten for one.
Thou mak’st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year,
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream for wine.
All these, and better, thou dost send
Me to this end:
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart,
Which, fired with incense, I resign
As wholly thine;
But the acceptance, that must be,
My Christ, by thee.
ROBERT HERRICK
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Are they protesting their crabby state?
I don’t know whether it’s an organized protest, but I can tell they’re really crabby about it.
With all the other things to worry about in this world, think they’re being pretty shellfish.
LOL Well done, Susan!
That’s dedication for you!
Squash pie
Looks good!!
squashed pie
Gross!!
Better than stepping on a hairball.
Not sure about that. You might be able to get someone to lick your toes, though, with the pumpkin pie……someone like Cleo.
Looks…………..not so good.
Some get into the nip bottle a little much…everyone has at least one weird uncle.
Good Thanksgiving eve cleo and magazine phanatics!
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Tie on a sardine and dance around the kitchen. (((((HuGz!)))))
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The picture link below captioned:
“Fort Matanzas, about fifty feet long on each side, was constructed of coquina, a local stone formed from clam shells and quarried from
a nearby island. Courtesy of National Park Service”
Leads to:
An article titled America’s First True “Pilgrims”
“An excerpt from Kenneth C. Davis’s new book explains they arrived half a century before the Mayflower reached Plymouth Rock” (sic)
Davis’ book title: “AMERICA’S HIDDEN HISTORY
Untold Tales of The First Pilgrims, Fighting Women, and Forgotten Founders Who Shaped a Nation”
The excerpt comes from the “Smithsonian Magazine”
Excellent magazine cover, Stel. Very well done! One of my favorites!
Thanks so much, PC !! Nice of you to say!