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Statutes Of Limitation

I’ve learned over the years that the statute of limitations for the IRS is seven years.

Around here, a misdemeanor is three years, felony six years and homicide, eternal.

At TripAdvisor I wrote a review they would not publish because I knew a person who worked there forty years ago. I am not a murderer or burglar. I am a writer who writes of memories and things I love and would like to protect. I would never say the organization is “going to the dogs” but that’s just because I love dogs. And cats.

TripAdvisor has denied my voice and it has stolen and monetized 80,000 hits on my reviews but they will not print one review because someone told them not to print it. Luckily I’ve my own venue to do so. And people thought Chautauquans were quiet in the off-season. Never. It’s the book store and post office. If you send the Anti-Smart People there, you’ll have to go door to door and investigate traitors, round them up on the tennis courts and lock them in with no food or water or shelter. Tattoo them with numbers.

Then you might remember one moment in Chautauqua’s history. FDR made his “I Hate War” speech, a radio address, from the Miller Cottage. Chautauqua is doing this to Chautauquans simply because they have the money to do it. Just because one has money to do something does not mean it needs to be done. TripAdvisor has been told by Chautauqua not to air my views.

The Chautauquan Daily was overseen by a wonderful lady, Alfreda Irwin, for years. She’s gone now, but I’ve a lovely photo of hers of the creek where I want my ashes strewn. I bought it at a fund-raiser in Bestor Square to benefit Chautauqua and it took me 30 years to frame it. Her daughter called the Daily and they didn’t know her mother’s name. They didn’t know my father’s name. I hope they remember “Shorty,” as he was a pistol and raised a great family. All three Mediallion recipients were special to me, certainly my Dad.

Book me, Dano. I am never allowed to write a review of a non-profit organization a family member worked for 40 years ago and never took a position on demolition of the sacred amphitheater that even the National Trust for Historic Preservation wants kept intact? I asked their statute of limitation. This is not a restaurant or hotel chain, this is a non-profit organization that people care about, pay to visit and want some peace and harmony in their lives. If I’m 80 and knew my father I am not allowed to write a review. Harsh justice in my book. I’d like a court to see this one.

I used to write laws for a living. Scared me to death, writing for 34 million people at age 21. I hope of learning, knowing, arts and learning how to sail. Arts, religion, education, recreation.

Chautauqua would probably love to string up a gallows in Bestor Square. I’ve no hope of ever writing anything about Chautauqua if I ever knew anyone who lived or worked there. I’m nearing sixty so the ranks are thinning but if I had to disclose everyone I worked with when I was 19 years old and that stopped me from writing a review, what is wrong here?

Please say it’s not me. I don’t deserve life in prison or death by hanging in Bestor Plaza at Chautauqua Institution for trying to publish a review asking people to visit and see the Amphitheater and decide for themselves next season.

That’s all I did and now this is my only option. You. Write in to this blog. Just say “Save the Amp.” Forget the red ruby slippers and just say “there’s no place like home” in your heart.

Home is Chautauqua. The Amp is the heart of Chautauqua and they voted to tear it down to make more money. That tears out my heart. Respectfully, Dee

Moving

No, we’re not. We’ve been here a while and may soon be ready for a forever home easy to fly or drive easily in and out.

I just wrote that a drawing my father got for me 25 years ago in a glass “uniframe” is the first thing I ever put on a wall. Now it will be his Tuscan Landscape. He took up painting at age 80. It has vibrant colors, is rustic and goes with my style of food, and Mom’s duvet cover, paisley and the same colors. As to food my rule is great ingredients, and don’t mess them up.

Now his painting will go over our bed, wherever we live, and it will be the first wall hanging we ever put up in the future.

Now as to moving. Uniform boxes. Do not get boxes from the grocery or convenience store. Books and heavy things go in small book boxes. They’re called that for a reason. Place books in a huge box and you’ll hurt your back and mess up the truck.

Buy boxes, bubble wrap, shrink wrap, it’ll be the best $200 you ever spend. Buy the most expensive tape dispenser with the most expensive moving tape. Learn how to tape a box. Bottom seam, sides, turn over, fill, add paper or peanuts. Top, two people place in exact square/rectangle, two tiny tapes near seam on each end. Seam, both top ends. Done. LABELS!!! I do Car, Storage, MBR, all rooms. Bring to truck.

I personally prefer laying wardrobes rather than hanging ones. That’s just me. Lots of packing material. Keep like things together. Dish packs. I keep all electronics and kitchen appliances boxes empty in storage because they’ve got all the styrofoam packaging and it’s a breeze with just a bit of tape.

What goes at the back of the truck? A vacuum and broom after you’ve cleaned everything out. Your bed, so you and your partner can put it tothether while the movers are getting another load. Mattress and box spring. Bags with sheets and pillows and make the bed in its appropriate place.

Why? You will be exhausted and won’t have all the boxes unpacked and it’s 2 in the morning and you may have enough energy to take a quick shower. Soap, shampoo and towels. Just flop into bed. As Scarlett said in Gone With The Wind, “tomorrow is another day.”

I always have the dog, her stuff including orthopedic bed and food, my knives, a bag with food and beverages for us and the dog, and toilet paper and tissues and paper towels. Utensils, plastic cups and plates. That’s in the car with papers and my guitar.

Cheerio! Dee

I LOVE It!

My father received an important award this summer. I spent quite some time trying to get a copy of the newspaper that carried the story the next day. It required several calls and the reporter and some folks were very kind.

My sidekick and I, my framer Kelly, decided to make it old school black and white and metal, like a print shop. I was asked to wait until they were home to send it and then I did.

Then the US Postal Service messed up and it was in a warehouse for weeks and they threatened to send it back to me. More hours on the phone with USPS, finally got up the food chain, got a new tracking number and it arrived this afternoon.

Hello? Hi, it’s Dad. Hi, Dad, how are you doing?

I LOVE IT!

It is black and white and silver, old school newspaper, with five sections, the header, two of the article, one of the award and him speaking, and one of dance. Another artist is going to frame the award. I believe Dad said this was the greatest gift I ever gave to him. It was supposed to arrive on his birthday and that was over a week ago but blame the postal service for never leaving a note for redelivery (it was in the file, I know because USPS said they never left one as they researched it).

Dad, I’m sorry for not wanting to hold your hand as a kid walking down Main Street. I needed to be independent. I cherish all you have meant to me over the years, all you have taught me and the love you have shared.

Who else can get a phone call saying “I Love It!!!” I try, Dad. Dee

The Brush-Off

I get it. A couple of months ago I visited my mechanic of over three years. He was dealing with a young guy who needed $800 of work on his car, the guy could only afford a hundred or so and three of his credit cards had already been turned down. Owner’s son couldn’t be nicer. Come back soon, sir.

His guy was helping me out for a rudimentary check of brakes, fluids, lights and oil change, a regular thing they’d been doing for three years. I asked where Kevin was. We were doing great and he had my registration, insurance, past paid invoices. No longer here. Then owner’s son sent his boy away and took over his seat.

I’d asked for the estimate and it was more than twice as much as I paid last year. He yelled at me and asked if I wanted the work done. I said yes. He said I raised my voice to him while he was screaming at me. I tried to calm him down. He worked so well with the non-paying guy next to me I didn’t know what he was up to. I asked that since my husband knows more about cars than I do, should I send him over? I meant that he deals way better with guys than gals. Then he accused me of threatening him and screamed his way out of the room and brought the shaking young kid in to take me out.

I told him I needed my paperwork to drive my car. He said give it to her and get her out of here! Then he yelled that Kevin, his predecessor, said I was a big pain in the *** as well!

Found a new mechanic. First thing when he saw my former bill was that this guy bragged to all the other owners/mechanics of kicking me out of his shop. His quote was 1/3 of what the jerk quoted. That’s why I’m taking my husband’s car there next week. The “check engine” light just came on.

The jerk is trying to drive women away, even long-term customers who pay the bill, to have his motorcycle buddies come by and hang out all day. There goes the business. His father is still working in the shop and probably will let Junior run it until it’s dying day.

The price Junior gave me was the “get lost” price. He had to find a way to offend me to get me to leave. Can I tell you how difficult I was in the past? Park the car, tell Kevin where it is, give him the keys, get the estimate, get a call if the estimate has changed and find out when to pick it up. Enter, sign, give card, sign, get keys, get car and always say thank you.

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Today, there’s another issue. You know this blog. It is usually about stories, memories, recipes, food and sometimes politics.

I am trying to help one of the greatest organizations I’ve ever known. I’ve tried to ask people to visit (it’s expensive) and see what they think and apparently that was offensive to TripAdvisor, where I am a Top Contributor with 80,000 views. They denied my post, so I went to my own, with 86,000 views, yes, right here.

The difference is that they took my reviews as a service for travelers, and then used us all for money. I write to you, to write for you. I have never made a nickel from this site, nor do I wish to do so.

When TripAdvisor refused to respond I was quite perturbed. Thus the prior post. I don’t like getting the brush-off when I’ve put years into something I thought was good. Feeling used, Dee

ps There’s a good one coming up!

TripAdvisor “Reviews”

Well, so much for being a Top Contributor, or now “level 6,” whatever that means. This was a first person review and I sang at the structure now being torn down fifty years ago this summer. I know where I stood and sang Panis Angelicus. If memories don’t count, why do you have a travel blog? Why just not have an “I’m planning to go to Bora Bora sometime” site? Think about it.

Yes, my father worked there 40 years ago and moved on. I worked there for three summers to put myself through college and I moved on so  that is first-hand information. I beg to differ with your decision not to air my views as there was a Board of Trustees decision to demolish earlier this month.

When I’m seventy years old, will your “guidelines” prevent a review of something I recently visited that someone I knew experienced 90 years ago? What is the moratorium? I suggest you review your guidelines. If your new monetized site that is using my nearly 80K reviews (for free) shrinks from controversy, say it. You’ve been disingenuous in having me write free reviews for you for years. Now it’s a travel site and you don’t want any sticky bits getting in the way, like the hamburger tasted like a hockey puck and the decor was awful 70’s and filthy. But I would never eat at a place like that. Change the guidelines, a former Top Contributor.

Dee, “Level 6”

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Subject: Chautauqua Institution

Location: Chautauqua, Chautauqua County, New York, United States, North America

Title: The Amphitheater, Gone

ID#: 314145900

I must share my experience, as the Board and President have just commandeered the distruction of its’ Amphitheater, the heart of the Institution with hard wooden benches and a few bad sight lines but provides orchestra, dance, religion, speakers, music, it is the original Chautauqua and now they’ve voted to eviscerate its heart.

Next summer, try it for a week or few days or for the summer and format your opinion of these grounds and its offerings.

I am very sad at this decision as I pulled weeds at the clay tennis courts, worked at a cafeteria then in program where I was on duty for 80 hours per week, about $1 an hour. I was in college and worked as hard as I could summers to make money for my college tuition. I met some wonderful folks there, but I know exactly where I sat and stood to sing at Chautauqua’s Amp and have remembered being so scared then we kids came home with 2nd place. Never had I been to a “cathedral” so beautiful and I think it made our voices ring out because of the great echoing sound in this old and beautiful place.

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 Proof of the pudding? http://www.cleveland.com/architecture/index.ssf/2015/08/preservation_group_criticizes.html

I can get the Board decision as well. This is one nasty organization that will not even respond to a Top Contributor with nearly 80,000 viewers.

Chew on that, TripAdvisor. Dee

Sugar and Spice, and Herbs

At lunch time my major concern is that window washers are coming down and there are ropes hanging. Our poor old dog doesn’ know what to do so I’m awaiting their arrival and introducing them as our friends, as I do every year.

I cannot go out or get lunch anywhere until they are below us and friends.

Today my husband went out a new adventure. Part of it is attending a wedding for a young cousin. Brava! We sent her one gift this morning, no, two. I had the opportunity to teach the bride and her cousin cooking classes, two years at Thanksgiving, when she was just a little girl. I heard that she and her future husband  like to cook together.

All I’ll tell you about the first gift is that it includes reference works (how romantic) plus the same spiced nuts I place on Nanny’s table every year for 14 years come next week. The spiced nuts were not sent to the bride, but to her mother, to calm her nerves and know everything will be OK. Don’t stress! Nanny and I are there in spirit for you. Just place the nuts on the table, take a breath.

Of course for Thanksgiving I never would have tried to do pies or cakes. First, I do not bake. Second, you couldn’t imagine the tastes up there on that Thanksgiving table. Forget the table after being satiated by turkey, ham, brisket and numerous side dishes. Feeding 50+ with just desserts, one must use windowsills et all!

I thought a lot of fresh spices and herbs would complete our wedding package so ordered it from Penzey’s this morning and it will arrive before the wedding as well. I remember when the bride’s youngest brother climbed off his mother’s lap and insisted on kissing me goodbye. He’s grown now and would hate to hear that story. I’ll keep it for blackmail!

For the bride and groom come common herbs, chilis and cinnamon sugar, sugar and spice. Congratulations, newlyweds!

In the beginning I  concentrated on two things and knew no-one left much on the kitchen table. I brought my homemade boursin and crackers, plus spiced nuts and just left them on the table. During The Game all the ladies congregated in the Kitchen and I hope I had a part in that. Next year I gave them spinach balls but left that recipe to a new bride in my new family.

Mincemeat tarts, Brussels sprout and cauliflower vegetarian (but rich and sinful) gratin. I don’t remember the rest at the moment, only that the boursin and nuts always are on the kitchen table and after all the good dishes are cleaned and replaced that’s where we go to relax before the next round. Yes, there’s a next round after The Game and it entails plastic cups and paper plates.  That’s why I wanted cousin the MOB to have the nuts on the kitchen table in a bowl, or wherever she wants them. My husband flew them south this morning and will take another flight and car to the wedding.

Sorry I will not be there. I did go off the bride’s gift list but then again, I taught her cooking when she was a little kid and her cousin K said my first year (before marriage) that “Nanny has shoes like that.” Ouch! Love these gals and it makes me feel really old to see one getting married. To Bride and Groom! Dee

From Sea to Sea

I remember sailing this leaky, 17′ day boat, my father’s dream. We’d go out when the wind quit around 1900 hours and Dad said “put down the centerboard, we’re gonna go like hell.” Uh, no, Dad. Let’s limp back to the dock.

The wind whispered otherwise. That boat broke our dock during bad weather several times and real sailors brought it back. They already knew who owned it and where we lived.

Another sailor tried to teach me how to fish. My brother and I took a ship across the Channel from Dover to Calais. With a guide, my brother and I did Class 5 rapids in the Adirondacks when we were young. I flipped out of the raft in an instant. The other raft saved me and afterwards we were stuck in an eddy and almost died. I didn’t know that until later, at lunch on an island and I passed the guides talking about how close we all came to death. I think that was the best canned chicken soup I ever had.

My husband and I went down a river in Texas with a guide at Class 3 rapids, years later. At 3,000 cfm (Army Corps of Engineers had to release excess water from a dam due to rainfall) we did a five-hour trip in two.

Sometimes I just make it through. I do get seasick and recommend sea bands, a pressure point wristband so you don’t need Dramamine or equivalent.

I made it through for my greatest challenge, marriage, 12 years ago. I asked a highly decorated Navy Captain (USN, Ret.) to marry us. He wrote our vows and took on the challenge. When he died we went to Annapolis to see him interred and his widow got to meet SecNav and received a coin.

I think my sea-worthiness is worth some sea-sickness. Ahoy, matey! Dee

ps You’re not getting married at sea, Miss M (it’s the last time I’ll be able to call you Miss), and I will not be there to meet your betrothed but you are in my heart and I want to see photos at Thanksgiving! Love from Cousin Dee

Baby Mouse, Barbie House

Yesterday I thought I saw a dead baby mouse after I picked up after our dog and properly disposed of her contribution. I kept Zoe away and the little thing raised its head.

When I was a little kid a mother mouse came in through the trunk of Mom’s car and had babies. My sister and I each took one and gave two to our neighbor boys. We were in the car at the store at the time so mama mouse never found her way back.

My sister’s died within the hour. They weren’t allowed inside so I made a nest in a coffee can and mine lasted 24 hours. The boys with the grassroots nature mom with seven dogs, many cats and a couple of horses saw them and immediately flushed them down the toilet. That was many years ago. I know if mama doesn’t come and pick up this stray newborn mouse tonight s/he is doomed.

My husband thought I was crazy but helped me anyway. I had an empty box of tissues ready for recycling and taped up one end. It’s getting colder here and I wanted the little one to be able to get in and out and be away from the wind.

I lined the bottom of the tissue box with a microcloth for warmth and when out there, filled a cap of a recycling Dr. Pepper bottle with some cream for sustenance. Now my father and in-laws are reading this. I did this for a purpose. Should I let this little one suffer? Others had seen the baby mouse but no-one helped it. I didn’t want human scent on it so my husband used a doggie poop bag to pick it up and place it in the temporary home.

The Pope is here. I missed his Congressional speech. I went to a Franciscan college and have even seen St. Francis’ robe in Siena but have yet to visit Assisi. For many years I’ve helped lost and surrendered animals. The baby mouse was just another endeavor, and all the four animals I adopted over 30 years were lost or surrendered to a shelter. All were spayed/neutered.

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Ah, the Barbie House. My husband and I met 14 years ago. He’ll be away on a new assignment on that day. He lost his job as 1/3 of the company was laid off in one day. Yes, they left “Layoffs” on a white board in the conference room that was easily found by staff and my husband was one of the last hired so first to be let go.

He left to cut the money bleed and came back to a new job two weeks later. A month later he accompanied me on a pet walk (consultant and local pet sitter) and I found him a place to live about 1,000 feet from me.

Tons of steps. One car garage and if we were going to be together he needed a washer and dryer in the garage. He bought used for about $250. The deal was, I would get rid of his clean pile/dirty pile system and do his laundry if I could do mine. Of course we married a year later and will celebrate an anniversary soon.

Steps. I don’t remember how many. At least 14 to the front door. Garage/laundry, 19 steps to Barbie kitchen/dining/living. Curved staircase to office, only bath and MBR. Probably another 19 steps. My arthritis kicked in around the wedding and the steps were killing me.

I tried to make a pact but it didn’t work. If there’s a pile at the top of the stairs, bring it down to the living area or garage, wherever you’re going. If there is folded laundry on the first step up to the sleeping/office area, please bring it up and I’ll put it away.

He now asks to help with dishes as I’m washing the last one, or cooking when everything is ready to plate. The Barbie House was our first home. We met some great people there. Enjoy your Friday, I think we may head out to see some Fall leaves, after I check the mouse house in the morning light. Dee

Barriers

I seek to break them. Sometimes I am only allowed to bend them. It took many years to find my voice. I was always told by my mother that I was never good enough, and why would a girlfriend in grade school invite me for a sleepover. Why would any high school friend invite me to a party, or a boy ask me out on a date?

People. I instantly connect. My brain just does it and if someone looks sad I say I love your shirt! Like the tie, where did you get it, my husband would look great in that tie. Sometimes it just snaps them out of a funky mood.

I know my first gay friend, but cannot tell you who he is. Accepting people for who they are is my nature, compounded by my great Aunt Rose who’s husband said if there’s a gay guy within 100 miles they’ll be here. Same with me. My husband’s family would be shocked, my husband knows me and probably likes that the guys I hang out with are gay and no threat to our marriage.

We take in “orphans” at Christmas, neighbors, adults who are single and who are new or have no family or have family far away and have to perform surgery tomorrow morning. It is a lot of work but I get to cook for so many interesting people over the years.

It is always refreshing to hear someone’s story and know where they came from and the life they’ve led.

I grew up in a small village. Dad was the first person in his family to ever go to college. He worked at the college that brought 1,000 students in every year to our village and was sent to get his Masters, then Doctorate. His accomplishments allowed us to leave that village and grow up in a different realm.

If we had not left the village, I’d have a bunch of kids and probably be divorced from a local boy. The world is a scary place, but thanks to Dad I’ve seen a lot of it. He’s getting older, but still protects his kids and grandkids.

Along the way I also met a husband who is my bling, all I have is one band of 18K gold to say we’re solid. No engagement ring. Yes, I’ve a Claddagh. I insisted against an engagement ring our first week of dating because it’s just not fair. He was Republican, I was a Democrat. We’re now Independent. Our neighbor won’t let him register (I agree). Barriers lifted.

Yes, there are still fiesty debates between me and his Fox News Channel father. Husband, brother and MIL all bow out and no-one comes to my defense. Hearty banter. I still have to to take our dog out and he has to take grain and hay to the cattle. Our Zoe stands up on his part of the living room sofa and awaits his return. I think he appreciates all of us. Barriers, I’m no longer called a Yankee and the Civil War is no longer The War of Northern Aggression. I’ve been assimilated, to a point. I love him. No harm, no foul. We never get angry.

I draw the line at reptiles and birds. We had a pact in our old neighborhood. I’d be called in for dogs and cats, and a friend would be called for birds and reptiles. Erecting barriers, but as it was all volunteer and took a lot of time it made sense to know our strengths and show them.

There are so many people over our lives from other cultures that we need to embrace. I think about Dad’s journey, those of my brother and sisters, my husband’s family. It really is one giant melting pot. As a cook I may liken it to a fondue with a lot of cheeses and dipping ingredients. Don’t get me started.

Think about a person in another country, another faith. Think about them having dinner as a family, with kids who need to do homework after the meal. As people, aren’t we all the same?

The wars our countries fight do not make any sense. They are barriers to us being people with families who just want to live another day. With faith and hope, Dee

Richards

I’ve known a few, and all have been memorable. Somewhat.

The first is the grandfather I never met, who died six weeks before my birth. He played all kinds of musical instruments, especially taught the violin to Dad, and left us photos and memories.

One took us fishing off Montauk, Long Island NY where all I got were blowfish, and seasick. He died when I was 16, Dad got the call when we were out in the driveway with this huge RV going on vacation.

One took education at a national institution to another level. He has remained a friend and so was his father until his passing.

Can I include my father? His middle name is Richard, after his father. He has been a major influence in my life and work.

There was a man I never got to know, sadly, who left a great wife and family before he passed. His grand-daughter will be married next month and that would be a thrill for him, after the husband passed military muster!

There is a grandson who is named after his grandfather. I am lucky to know that young man. I believe he has a connection with Richard that no-one else has.

As to influence I reference another Richard, who has made a big difference in our family over the past 25+ years. After many years apart, we turned out to be neighbors. I recognized them, they recognized me, and it was all because of our dogs.

I’m including my brother. Richard is my brother’s middle name. I love my brother.

Look out for Richard’s. They may surprise you and be in your life forever! They will always be in mine. Dee