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While Americans wait for mental health therapists, government labs terrorize animals! … + more🎶

By Emily Trunnell, Ph.D.

May marks Mental Health Awareness Month, an opportunity to recognize that millions of Americans are suffering in silence during the COVID-19 outbreak. Not only are Americans sharing in the collective anxiety of a viral pandemic and the negative effects of a prolonged quarantine, tens of millions are also experiencing the shock and mounting stress arising from a sudden loss of income and, importantly, employer-provided health insurance.

Even before the current crisis, a staggering number of Americans suffered with mental health challenges. According to the 2017 National Survey on Drug Use and Health, more than 17 million people 18 years and older had had at least one episode of major depression in the previous year. And in the years 2011–2014, nearly 13% of those 12 and older reported having taken antidepressants in the previous month. The importance of adequate, effective, available mental health treatment has never been more acute.

So what is the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), the “lead federal agency for research on mental disorders,” doing to address this? It’s spending millions of dollars on experiments that hurt animals. This is money wasted on atrocities, and it needs to stop now.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals obtained videos shot by NIMH experimenters in which they forced mice to swim for their lives in inescapable beakers of water to keep from drowning. The videos also show mice suspended upside down by their sensitive tails, which were taped to a bar, and others in a chamber with an electrified floor that gave them repeated shocks to the feet.

Experimenters call these pathologically cruel experiments on mice the “forced swim test,” the “tail suspension test” and the “foot shock” test. They’re designed to induce or measure extreme fear, panic, despair, terror, trauma and a sense of helplessness in the animals—all in pursuit of mental health treatments for humans. Joshua Gordon, NIMH’s director, has personally subjected mice to these tests and to another experiment called “social defeat,” in which one animal is repeatedly attacked by another.

The tests are scientifically flawed. Forcing animals to swim in a beaker of water or hang by their tail does not recreate the complex interplay of psychological, physiological and social conditions that give rise to human depression. The data indicate that these tests have failed to identify new treatments for humans. Foot shock and social defeat are thought to mimic human life stressors, but the types of stress experienced by most humans—including financial struggles, job dissatisfaction and familial problems — don’t involve physical pain like being electrically shocked.

Experimenters at NIMH also torment monkeys, purportedly to shed light on human neuropsychiatric disorders. In one set of experiments, led by NIMH’s Elisabeth Murray, staffers carve out a section of a monkey’s skull and inject toxins into the brain, causing grievous and permanent damage. Each monkey is then put in a small metal cage. A guillotine-like door at the front is suddenly raised to reveal a realistic-looking snake or spider, some of which can slither or jump. Monkeys, like all primates, innately fear snakes. Some respond defensively — freezing and looking or turning away. Others shake their cages. Some show signs of submission by grimacing or smacking their lips.

PETA has released video footage of these bizarre fright sessions, which have gone on for more than three decades and have cost taxpayers $36 million in the last 13 years alone. Unsurprisingly, they have not produced a single treatment for humans in 30 years.

Neither mice nor monkeys are humans. Species differences make applying information from other animals to humans entirely unreliable. This hurdle is reflected in the disappointing failure of more than 95% of clinical trials.

Mental health treatments are needed now more than ever before but are being demonstrably hindered by animal experiments that overwhelmingly fail to produce results for humans. Tax dollars should be spent on modern, human-relevant research methods that offer real hope, not on senselessly terrorizing animals.

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From Chef Joey🇫🇷: The French love to make clafoutis! …+ more💃

Text and pics by Chef Joey

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It’s cherry season here in France, and the French love to make clafoutis, a simple custard batter pie that was popular in the Limousin region of France.

It is made with fresh cherries, seeds and all! …
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Additionally, instead of cherries, one can use other fruit too, like blueberries, cranberries, strawberries – even apples, pears and plums.

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Here is the traditional way, with cherries.

You need:

1 pound of cherries

2 Tbsp soft butter

4 eggs

1/4 cup milk

3/4 cup flour

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp vanilla

Pinch of salt

1/2 cup of sugar

Powdered sugar for garnish

Directions:

Wash the cherries and remove stems ( you can remove the pits if you want to.)

In a bowl add the flour sugar salt and baking powder, then add the eggs, vanilla, milk and MELTED butter (use a pan or a quick zap in the microwave).

Mix well. Generously butter and flour a pie pan and arrange the dry cherries along the bottom – top with the batter and place in a 400-degree preheated oven.

Bake for 10 mins, reduce to 350 and bake another 20. Let it cool and sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Serve warm!

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Joey’s daughter Gigi wearing her new earrings!😉:
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Mademoiselle Gigi!

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Another dessert made with fruit, from PETA.ORG:

Blueberry Shortcake Recipe!

Perfect for a decadent breakfast or a delicious dessert, these vegan blueberry shortcakes are simple to make and very affordable.

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If you’re pinching pennies, don’t skimp on flavor and health — just get creative and plan out your meals to get the most bang for your buck. This simple recipe comes out to just about $1 per serving.

Not a huge fan of blueberries?

Try tweaking the recipe by substituting in another fruit like strawberries, peaches or raspberries.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups all-purpose baking flour or wheat flour

1 Tbsp. cornstarch

1 Tbsp. flaxseed meal

1/4 tsp. salt

2 tsp. baking powder

2 Tbsp. coconut oil

1/4 cup sugar

1 cup water

2 Tbsp. vanilla extract

2 pints fresh blueberries

3 Tbsp. maple syrup

2 cans chilled full-fat coconut milk

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350ºF.

Line a muffin tin with paper cupcake liners and set aside.

Mix all the dry ingredients together in a large mixing bowl

In a small saucepan, melt the coconut oil, then stir in the sugar, water, and 1 tablespoonful of the vanilla extract.

Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and whisk together.

Pour the batter into cupcake liners, filling halfway full.

Bake for 15 minutes, or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Remove from the oven and let cool completely on a wire rack.

Toss the blueberries with 1 tablespoonful of the maple syrup in a medium-sized bowl.

Open the cans of coconut milk and pour off the liquid, reserving the thick cream. Place in a separate bowl and add the remaining maple syrup and vanilla. Whisk together well.

Remove the shortcakes from the paper liners and gently cut in half, forming a top and a bottom.

Spoon each bottom generously with the coconut cream. Top with the blueberries, then more coconut cream.

Cover with the shortcake tops and enjoy!

Makes 6 to 12 servings

This recipe was adapted from PlantBasedOnABudget.com

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Chef Joey – always in style! 🍋🍋🍋♥️

Dessert!🍋🍋🍋🍋

Text and pics by Chef Joey

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The always elegant Chef Joey!

Here’s a quick, fun and tasty dessert that will please anyone who loves citrus!

♥️It is very inexpensive to make – all you need is:

1 lemon

4 eggs

1 stick butter (soft)

1 tsp vanilla

1 cup or less of sugar (if you like less sweet )

1 pie crust

Directions:

🍋Preheat your oven to 350.

🍋Cut your lemon up with the rind, into chunks – be sure to remove the seeds.

🍋Put in a food chopper or blender – purée, then add everything else.
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🍋Mix until smooth and creamy – it will be a little runny.

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🍋Pour into a tart shell or pie pan and bake 40 mins until brown on the top – let it cool and enjoy!!

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Saint Mike O’Rourke! Or: Worcester’s Rooming Houses – our next COVID-19 hotspots? The Albion’s O’Rourke thinks Yes! 🏙️🌇

By Rosalie Tirella

Never mind the church at Adams Square holding services for 20, 40 congregants – spreading the coronavirus throughout Worcester:
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Yesterday I talked with the Albion Rooming House’s owner – Mike O’Rourke – and he said THE CITY’S ROOMING HOUSES ARE THE PERFECT BREEDING GROUNDS for COVID-19. Worcester needs to step up.

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Mike, before his beloved Albion. pics:R.T.

Mike is a saint: He took over the huge formerly crime-, drug-ridden, bed-bug-filled Main South rooming house a few years ago AND TURNED THINGS AROUND BIG TIME! No more building code violations for the Albion, on Main Street. Mike repainted rooms, repaired stuff, works with the City of Worcester building and code dept and the Worcester Police. O’Rourke takes care of – cares about! – his boarders. Decorates the front yard /entrance to the Albion for Christmas! Love rules here now …

So, naturally, Mike O’Rourke stepped up during these COVID 19 days. He had his boarders/tenants tested for the novel coronavirus. A few tested positive. He isolated them in their rooms and informed all his other boarders they must shelter in place – quarantined everyone. AND BOUGHT FACIAL MASKS AND GLOVES FOR ALL HIS BOARDERS. AND INSTALLED HAND SANITIZER DISPENSERS on walls in rooms throughout his building.

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The Albion Rooming house, Main South.

Mike kept, is keeping, everyone in his building healthy. He gets breakfast, lunch and dinner donations from Billy Riley of St. Johns Church Food for the Poor program and city nonprofits. Mike feeds everyone so well! He buys folks meals, even, if they seem especially unwell, hungry. “I go to the Pickle Barrel for (meals for) them,” he said. Strictly takeout. “They are down on their luck,” he said of his tenants. “You have to take care of them.”

St. O’Rourke is right!

His tenants, like the tenants of all Rooming Houses in Worcester – 20 or so buildings – are the city’s most vulnerable folks. They are down on their luck and highly susceptable to the highly contagious novel coronavirus. They are poor, mostly alone in the world, have underlying health challenges such as diabetes, heart disease, asthma … malnourishment. Living together, in close quarters, makes things tough for them during this global pandemic.

Yet Mike has kept all his boarders/tenants healthy! More so than other places in Worcester – many health facilities. At Mike’s Albion no one had to be hospitalized. The COVID 19 “patients” Mike had displayed only mild iterations of the COVID 19 disease – he kept them fed and healthy so their resistance was strong. And he made them, as best he could, stay in their rooms. They coughed … but did not get pneumonia. Mike made sure they were eating well. Everyone else at the Albion sheltered in place and wore their PPE. Mike is there every day, staying on top of them. CARING FOR ALL.

City Hero Mike O’Rourke believes the 20 or so rooming houses in Worcester are filled with COVID 19, but their managers/owners of are in denial. Won’t test their tenants. Do not want the hassle. Will not admit their buildings may harbor the virus, are potential COVID 19 Worcester hotspots. Their boarders go out into the city … are spreading the coronavirus throughout Woo as I write this …

“The City has to have the same standards for all Rooming Houses,” Mike told me. “We need to be doing the same thing” to prevent the spread of the virus.

Take it from a guy who hasn’t lost one patient, one tenant one soul – not even to the DCU field hospital or the new Covid 19 Hotel in town!

O’Rourke’s Albion building is a Woo success story. A beacon of hope for all rooming houses in the state. Here, Science and Love came together. In Main South. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Meat: never in fashion! – Hardly “Essential”! … + more🎶

By Ingrid E. Newkirk

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Months into this pandemic and with only a dim light at the end of the tunnel, if that, all it took was an ad by Tyson to put yet more vulnerable people — and animals — at risk. After the second-largest meat producer in the U.S. warned of “disruptions,”

President Trump signed an executive order to compel meat-processing plants to remain open. With the swipe of a pen, the order erases the liability that the plants face if workers get sick or hurt. This reckless decision will cost the lives not just of countless animals — in terrible ways — but possibly also of the workers, whom the meat industry already stands accused of viewing as disposable, as well as their families. Slaughterhouses are among the least safe workplaces in the world in the best of times.

No one needs meat. And filthy, blood-soaked slaughterhouses are, like “wet markets,” well-established breeding grounds for disease. Deadly outbreaks of mad cow disease, swine flu, avian flu, SARS, hoof-and-mouth disease and other zoonotic diseases have come from treating animals like commodities, depriving them of almost everything that’s natural to them, and penning, caging and factory-farming them for food.

The sheer number of animals on the slaughter line and the speed with which they travel down it toward the workers who will slit their throats or shoot a captive-bolt through their brains does not allow for safety. Federal guidelines now call on companies to encourage single-file movement throughout their plants and have workers spaced 6 feet apart. However, those are suggestions, not regulations. One labor advocate stated it plainly: “The people are still standing next to one another in these plants. They’re still getting sick.”

Lax laws cause immeasurable animal suffering. Another recent Trump administration rule largely deregulated pig slaughter and increased kill speeds. In a sworn statement, a U.S. Department of Agriculture inspector reported an increase in pig carcasses with scalding-tank water in their lungs—an indication that the animals were still breathing when they were dropped into scalding-hot water to remove their hair and soften their skin. The inspector said that she regularly observed workers threatening pigs with raised paddles, ready to strike the terrified animals. During her inspections, she said, she often hears stressed, frightened pigs screaming. These intelligent, inquisitive, friendly animals sense they are doomed.

And birds have no federal legal protection — they are exempt from the meager protections of the Humane Slaughter Act. At Tyson, where PETA conducted multiple eyewitness investigations, workers stabbed birds, slammed them into hanging shackles, breaking their limbs, and were told by a supervisor that it was acceptable to rip the heads off live birds who had been improperly shackled.

As if cruelty weren’t reason enough to stop eating pigs’ body parts, under the deregulated system, the inspector noted that “toenails, hair, and abscesses are routinely allowed in meat intended for human consumption.”

It’s not a matter of whether using and killing animals for food will give rise to another disease outbreak — it’s a matter of when.

For the sake of migrant and other workers who are treated like scum in these slaughterhouses and on behalf of the animals who struggle desperately not to die, these plants must remain closed.

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Alec Baldwin – defender of animals and PETA star supporter!:

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Snow Globe on Mother’s Day

By Rosalie Tirella

I found this small old snow-globe before the global pandemic. My sister gave it to my late Mom one Christmas, decades ago, when we were all still living on Lafayette Street, in Green Island:
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I was in my teens, attending Burncoat Senior High School, back then. My two kid sisters were at St. Mary’s Junior High, by Kelley Square. Ma still worked at the dry cleaners. Daddy was living with us again, hanging around these four or so years. Living with us now that my sisters and I were older and not under-foot, so needy toddlers, little children. My lovely immigrant grandfather from Poland, Jaju, had died a decade back; his dumpling-shaped Polish wife, my grandmother Bapy, gasped for air in her bedroom by the kitchen, now sick, no longer feisty and sitting at the head of our kitchen table in her ratty old easy chair, cup of cold Sanka coffee in one hand, hardboiled egg sandwich in the other, watching over us lil’ kids and giving unsolicited child-rearing advice to my sweet mom, all while watching GOMER PYLE, USMC, her fave TV show on our old black and white Philco, parked in front of one of the kitchen windows. All the wind had disappeared from Bapy’s sails – now Daddy was even an ally, bringing her a warm cup of Sanka, entering her bedroom head down and with respect, leaving the cup of coffee on her bedstand. Gone, her cursing Daddy in Polish – “DOG’S BLOOD! You RED DEVIL!” – for his infedelities to my mother, her favorite daughter, and his abandonment of his three little daughters. She was too old and tired for all that noise now.

I saw all this in the snow globe: Bapy’s old black metal bed, no box spring, just thin mattress over the web of metal “springs” – her wedding day gift, a goose down quilt, on top of her … in my little snow globe, now my Global Pandemic Snow Globe. I had set it two feet from my pillow on my night stand and stared into its dirty water every night, the globe of 40 year old water with the gold glitter floating through it. I shook it …
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… and saw my tiny Bapy buried beneath the cozy, snowy white hills of her big goose down comforter. I used to jump up and down on it when I was three and four years old, pretending it was a magical snow mountain and I was in the snowy woods, living with white wolves and beautiful deer atop slender, graceful legs, hooves …

I stared into the murky waters of my Global Pandemic Globe all February as I lay on my futon in my kitchen by the kitchen stove, coughing and sweating out a weird fever every night … for three weeks. Chef Joey had just returned from Italy (and France), all January I had handed out winter hats and gloves and scarves to Worcester’s homeless men and women, from my car: Downtown Worcester, under the Green Street Bridge … Pre-pandemic. Doing the wrong things at the wrong time because Trump knew but wasn’t telling us Americans a thing. So I, foolishly, dangerously, lived my life with the novel coronavirus swimming and floating all around me. No vaccine. No facial mask. No PPE. No social distancing. We were all in the dark – duped by the dope Trump.

So, when I felt weirdly ill, I took to my futon and thought: This a weird, end of winter flu. Then the COVID 19 NEWS BURST INTO GLOBAL CONSCIOUSNESS and I said to myself: “I have COVID-19.” I told myself the sad fact while lying alone in the middle of my Blackstone River Road shack. I was afraid but determined to live. I grabbed my Green Island snow globe, probably a Whites Five and Ten find by my sweet sis, and held on tight to it and shook it hard …

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… to make the few specks of the glitter sparkle in the dirty water. My deathbed talusman? If yes, then I was holding on to the only things I ever loved in that old Christmas bauble: Green Island, Millbury Street, Kelley Square, Ma, Bapy, Jaju, my two sisters. All in that 50-cents snowglobe, so precious to me now as I stifled my coughs so the diwnstairs neighbors would not gwt suspucious. I struggled on the floor like a lobster clawing banging around on the bottom of an empty pot – to get up from the floor to go to the bathroom. I clawed around my floor like that! How embarassing! I had called for a covid 19 test that day. To every agency. None to be had, for me at least. … If it was just the flu, I thought, and I went to the emergency ward for care, when I really didn’t need it, I COULD CATCH THE CORONAVIRUS. And maybe get very sick. And maybe die.

So I took my chances on Blackstone River Road – I stayed put on my kitchen floor with my cat, two dogs and cups of water and chamomille tea …

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I was cozy under the pretty blankets, I listened to all the Michael Moore RUMBLE podcasts on my beat-up smart phone, I watched and rewatched Ken Burns’ COUNTRY MUSIC DVDs … and stared into my little snow globe, the one with the little bears clambering on top of the globe – they are wearing their striped pajamas. And inside the globe, a little boy, in his pj’s too, is sleeping on a crescent moon, craddled by the crescent moon. Inside the globe, I saw – yes! once again! – my beautiful kid sister! Now 19 and “the man of the house,” as Daddy has flown the coop again, and sis now helps Ma run the house/pay all the bills as she works almost full-time as a counter girl at the Millbury Street fruit store – while going to college in Worcester full-time. She is so glamorous looking in her lipstick and pretty dresses! She now buys her clothes, with her own money, at Filene’s Basement at Worcester Center, our Galleria mall downtown.

And there she is, in a pretty sky blue rayon dress with white stars, walking down Millbury Street, lugging a wagon full of groceries she bought for Ma and the family. I am away at college, UMASS, but I still see my sweet, good sister walking down Millbury Street, slender, pretty smile, waving to me…so good to my mother, working so hard, walking so hard, her feet already have small bunions … Never uttering a complaint about having to walk or cab everywhere. Being poor. … Once the downstairs neighbor said to my mother, “Your Barbara – she is gold.”

Yes, she was! Making Thanksgiving Dinner – paying for it with her meager fruit store paycheck. Knowing I loved mashed turnip, she always bought two big hard turnips and sat at the kitchen table with a crumby little paring knife peeling and peeling the tough waxy skin off with that little knife. It took her a half hour. And then she cubed the orange turnip, boiled the pieces in a big pot for a long time, then drained the water from the pot when the pieces were soft … then she mashed them with Bapy’s old potato masher. Smothered them in lovely butter, too. All for me! … Since those days, I have never ever made mashed turnip for myself. Or even ordered a bowl at restaurants. I only love my sister’s, now unattainable.

The giver of the globe, my Christmas angel, my sister. …Wracked with fever on those February nights, afraid, alone, stuck in my sh*t apartment, wondering if and when I’d “go,” I geabbed my sister’s globe and clutched it to my chest and fell asleep with it. Holding dreams of her.

Watching the beginning of the iconic CITIZEN KANE, I never really “got” why Charles Foster Kane, on his deathbed, held tight, then let go as he expired, a snow globe while whispering the enigmatic words: “ROSE BUD.”

At the film’s end we viewers learn ROSE BUD was the beloved sled of his childhood. But the snow globe held the beloved memories of sledding in the snow of his childhood home and the love of his adored mother. The young Charles – before his millions$$$, before the women, the affairs, politics, newspapering – was poor. But his mother loved him and he loved back. The purity heartbreaking. Like with my snow globe.

From Worc. School Committee member John Monfredo: DURING COVID-19, PARENTS MUST BE THE TEACHERS!

By John Monfredo, Worcester School Committee

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As a former City of Worcester School principal (Belmont Community School) and now as a Worcester School Committee member, I have been a strong advocate of partnerships between the home and the school. Research has found that the best predictors of students’ achievement in school are when families:

♥️Create homes that encourage learning

♥️Express high yet realistic expectations for their children

♥️Become involved in their children’s education at school and in the community

Now, with the global pandemic upon us and all schools in Massachusetts and in most states in America closed for the school year, it is imperative that parents step up and do all that they can to assist their children at home.

Yes, all schools have on-line learning and are doing all that they can to guide our students, but it is now up to the parents to be that all-important teacher at home. Keep in mind “school” will be out and summer will be upon us. This is NOT a time for learning to stop. If you can sign your child up for on-line SUMMER SCHOOL, do it!

During this crisis many parents have asked me for advice, so here are a few suggestions to go along with what you have received from your child’s teacher:

🌷The single most important activity a parent can do to help promote a child’s success in school is … Make sure that your children read every day. Reading is like riding a bike or playing basketball. It’s a skill. Like other skills, it gets better with practice. The same can be said about writing, so have your child keep a journal and write a paragraph or two about his/her day before going to bed each and every night. Make reading a privilege – you can let your child stay up 20 minutes later if they read in bed.

🌷Above all, model and read to your child or grandchild. If you’re not a good reader, you can still encourage your children by asking them to read to you. Talk about the books your children have read, or ask another member of your household to read aloud to your children.

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North High and all City of Worcester schools that were used to care for COVID-19 patients WILL BE DEEP CLEANED before students and staff return.

🌷Provide a quiet, separate environment for your child to do their on-line learning. Be sure to talk to your child about their school work and, if you are having difficulty, be sure to email the teacher back with questions.

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🌷Monitor your child’s schoolwork for completion and quality. Remember, you’re his HOME TEACHER, now!

🌷Make learning fun at home … Have your child assist you in putting together a toy or model or in following a recipe. Ask your child to read some of the directions or point to the picture that illustrates the direction you are reading. These activities not only help your child find important details, but emphasize that reading can be very helpful.

🌷Some other fun activities could be bingo, dominoes, card games, board games and clocks with large numbers. All can help familiarize your child with the world of numbers.

🌷 How about card games? Do you have a budding card shark in your family? Take advantage of her/his interest in games by playing a math card challenge! There are only three rules to remember: Remove face cards from the deck.
The Ace represents 1… evenly deal a deck of cards between two players and each player places one card face up. The first person to call out the product (or sum/difference) of the two cards wins the hand. The player with the most cards in the end wins. An example could be a 9 and 8… in addition it’s 17 and if you are multiplying it’s 72. The same can take place in subtracting numbers.

🌷Start a blog – Parents, you can create a blog for your child during this crisis and share it with family and friends. You can also have them email friends and family members to enhance their writing skills.

🌷 Parents if you are reluctant to help your child with homework because you feel that you don’t know the subject well enough or because you don’t speak or read English well, you can still help your child get organized, provide the necessary materials, monitor his on line work to make sure that it is completed, and praise all of your child’s efforts. Most importantly, check to see that your child has completed his work and if he is having difficulty inform the teacher immediately. The one thing that you don’t want to happen is having your child reach the frustration level and not want to do the work assigned to him.

🌷Remember, make learning a priority in your home and always praise you child for the many good deeds that he accomplishes.

😊Need more information or advice? Please feel free to email me, care of incitytimes@hotmail.com and I promise to get back to you. Good luck during this crisis and remember more than ever your child needs you to be HIS SECOND TEACHER so do not give up on your teacher role. Stay well and stay safe!

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Happy Mother’s Day to ALL MOMS!:

From Joey: Mother’s Day – a brief history … + Mom animals♥️ + 🎶

By Chef Joey

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Here we are the second Sunday in May, and the Untied States is celebrating Mother’s Day. It was proclaimed to me “Mother” day individually, so each one is recognized. The foundress of this American holiday was Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis. Her intention was to honor her mother by continuing the work she started, thus creating a day to honor all mothers because she believed a mother is “the person who has done more for you than anyone in the world”

Anna was born in 1832 and had the usual life: her father was a Methodist Minister and had her marry off to the son of a Baptist Minister in 1850. Two years later they moved away and started their business which was quite successful from the start. He was a successful merchant then started a mercantile business.

Anna worked on the family side and over the course of the next 17 years she gave birth to 11 to 13 children, of which only 4 survived to become adults. Tragedy and loss like this was not uncommon, and having experienced the demise of her children because of measles, diphtheria, typhoid fever and other Appalachian circumstances, she was inspired to help the community take a stance and correct the circumstances that took her and others children’s lives.

This all started during her pregnancy with her sixth child in 1858. She started the “Mothers’ Day Work Clubs” to improve sanitary conditions and create health awareness. These clubs were a catalyst to educate families to reduce infant mortality and disease. Additionally, they raised money to purchase medications and hire women to work in families to help the mothers who were now suffering from Tuberculosis or other health issues. With the assistance of her brother, James who just happened to be a physician and was instrumental with his work in the typhoid fever epidemics at the time.

We are miserable with Covid 19, but they had it bad! Anna, alongside her brother James and her new founded club members, created inspections for milk long before it became the norm. Club members also started programs to visit homes and educate mothers and their families about improving sanitation and overall health.

She was indeed a pioneer (no pun intended). However, across the pond in Europe, there already existed celebrations honoring the mother of the family. Mother’s Day is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in the months of February to June. It also has ties to similar celebrations that recognize family members, such as Father’s Day, Siblings Day, and even Grandparents Day.

Being European, of course these holidays generally had religion behind them. Like Virgin Mary Day and events that were basically honoring motherhood. With the influence of the United States official holiday all became known eventually as Mother’s Day.

The British with their Church of England had “Mothering Sunday” on the 4th Sunday of Lent. The European’s generally celebrate the second Sunday of May, while a few other countries, France being one of them, celebrate the last Sunday of May. My friend P.J who is from Bolivia told me that Mother’s Day is always the 27th of May, a date that women went to battle to defend their children in 1812. Russians celebrate it as International Woman’s Day – March 8th, every year.

The irony here is Ann Reeve Jarvis’ daughter Ann Marie Jarvis (her namesake) spearheaded the day by holding a memorial Mass for her mother in 1907 on the 2nd Sunday of May, two years after her mom had passed away. After the death, Anna was determined to honor her mother’s accomplishments! And to make that day a holiday – not just for her mother, but for all mothers. After the Mass, she gave each attendant a white carnation, Anna Maria’s favorite flower. She held another the following year as well. So that is the “unofficial” original date of Mother’s Day.

Like her mother, Ann Jarvis was also an activist. She was the 9th child and actually went to university and received a degree. She, however, was more concerned with creating peace. She treated and helped wounded soldiers on both sides of the Civil War and also created Mother’s Day Work Clubs to address public health issues.

In 1914, Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation designating Mother’s Day to be held on the second Sunday of May. Much to Ann’s chagrin it took off as a money-making holiday! By the 1920’s Hallmark and other companies were selling cards like hotcakes. Ann organized boycotts, wanted handwritten letters only (that lead to Valentines Day cards – another story). Jarvis was convinced they were not representing her original wishes, and she lost it when white carnations were being sold by the American War Mothers! Ann was so angry she got arrested for disturbing the peace!!

Ann Maria Jarvis gained nothing from creating this holiday, Mother’s Day. She attempted to have Mother’s Day rescinded, to no avail. She died alone in 1948 in a sanitarium, at 84 years old. The karma here is that all her medical bills were paid by people in the floral and greeting card industries.

So now that you have your morning read! Although it is a holiday of sorts, these two remarkable women changed the lives of many with a single outcome – stay alive and healthy. Kind of ironic as here we are 160 years later trying to do the same thing.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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From PETA.ORG:

Animal Moms: Portraits of Compassion

According to writer Anne Morrow Lindbergh, the trials of motherhood make moms the great vacationless class. Although she may have been talking about the human variety — the moms who are near and dear to us — other animals show the same tireless dedication to their children. PETA hopes that this Mother’s Day, while you are praising your family’s matriarch, you’ll also remember that some of the best moms in the world are found in the animal kingdom!:

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Fresh from foraging for food, moms have to find their young quickly in a sea of hundreds — or possibly thousands — of seals, so both mother and pup depend on their uncanny powers of vocal recognition to find one another. Both will call out and answer, responding selectively to one another until they are reunited.

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Always ready to give an affectionate caress, a gentle nudge in the right direction, or a cool bath to help their babies beat the heat, doting elephant moms maintain constant touch with their young ones, never allowing them to stray too far from their side. Mothers even stay in touch with their adult kids and enjoy close relationships with their daughters that can last up to 50 years.

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For cows and their calves, it’s love at first sight. The first minutes after birth are spent developing a bond that will last a lifetime. Throughout life, mother and child maintain social contact and regularly enjoy each other’s companionship. Their attachment and affection for each other is so deep that if they are forced apart, they both suffer severe stress. Moms have been known to escape their enclosures and travel for miles looking for their calves.

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Dolphins are known for graceful synchronized swimming, but dolphin mothers and their babies also synchronize their breathing for the first few weeks following the babies’ birth. These dedicated moms may nurse their young for up to 10 years and will also mentor less experienced females by allowing them to babysit as practice for when they have babies of their own.

♥️Cheetahs

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Let’s hear it for single moms! These lightning-fast felines have their paws full caring for their cubs all on their own. Not only does mom protect her children from predators while she is nursing them, she also hunts for them from the time they are weaned until they are 14 to 18 months old. Overly active offspring can make the task of hunting even harder: Cubs often scare hunted animals away with their animated antics, leaving mom so worn out that she sometimes falls asleep in the middle of a hunt.

♥️Chickens

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Nurturing begins in the nest for these caring moms. Mother hens will turn their eggs as many as five times an hour and cluck softly to their chicks, who chirp back to her and to one another from within their shells! Once chicks hatch, devoted moms use their wings to shield their babies from predators and have been known to refuse to leave their nests during a fire if they have newly hatched peeps.

♥️This Mother’s Day, please take a moment to recognize the unique bond between mothers and children of all species!

♥️To support all moms, go vegan, wear vegan fashion, use cruelty-free products, and never exploit animals in any other way!!!

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A Bitter Sweet Mother’s Day💐💐💐💐

By Dorrie Maynard

As many of you know – and may not know – Mother’s Day is a bitter sweet day for me. When I was very young I had a baby boy and I gave him up for an open adoption. Hoping that someday we could meet and I could tell him the reasons for giving him up. … Later in my life I had tried everything to try to find him and to put it out there to him that if he wanted, I was open to connecting with him.

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As fate would have it, back in the 1970’s when someone’s “files” were paper (no computers or saving disks), after going through many steps to try to find my son, I was told that the place that had done the adoption had burned down and all records were destroyed.

However, I didn’t give up trying to find my son. I was in the process of hiring an attorney to help when I found a website in New York that helped adoptive moms and adoptees connect. I gave them all the info that I had: my son’s date of birth, the hospital and state that he was born in. They assured me that they would do everything they could to help locate him.
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ears went by and my life took yet another turn, so I put searching for him on the back burner and thought that perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. But I constantly thought about him and his life and how he had turned out. If he was happy, healthy, in love, was a dad …

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Dorrie’s son Geoff and his late girlfriend

One evening my home phone rang, and a woman was on the line asked me if she had reached a Dorrie Maynard. I assured her, Yes, it was me. She told me that I should sit down! She proceeded to tell me who she was and that I had contacted her years earlier with regards to my son that I had put up for adoption in New York state. My heart started racing and I tried to prepare myself for what she was about to say!

She told me that she was pretty confident that she had located my son, based on the information that I had given her. And the best news was that he was searching for me as well!!! She told me she had to confirm a few things, but she wanted to check with me to be sure I was still open to meeting him. I was almost speechless! She also wanted to ask me that, if everything checked out, if it was ok for her to give my son my phone number so he could reach out to me at his comfort level.

I said absolutely and started crying!

I thanked her and could not wait for the next step.

The next day my phone rang again: she told me that the facts were there, they had found my son and that he would be calling me that night!!!!! That night I waited by my telephone. No rings. I began hoping that he had not changed his mind about connecting with me.

Finally my phone rang. When I said “Hello” I heard a “Hello” back on the other end and I knew it was him. He sounded exactly like his father! His voice brought me back 25 years! With tears in my eyes and my hands shaking, I was finally having a conversation with my child whom I had brought into this world!

My son was living in Colorado at the time, so I wasn’t able to see him right away. My mom’s husband actually met him first, as he had a business trip in Colorado and contacted Geoff to take him and his girlfriend out to dinner.

I think it was about a year after call me that my son moved back to Rochester, New York, and I was able to plan a trip to meet him. He was very odd about arranging a time, so I was a little concerned that meeting each other might be too much for him to deal with, but it finally happened. It was surreal: We met at an all-night breakfast place, we met in the parking lot. It was like meeting his father all over agsin: Geoff talked like him, looked like him and had the same mannerisms. I had not seen his father in 30+ years. We hugged but I could tell he was a little uncomfortable. So we went inside and sat down.

I have to say that meeting my son was one of the hardest things I have ever done! The last time I had seen him, he was a tiny baby and, after three days in the hospital, they took him away. I went home with an empty feeling! But I knew my newborn baby boy was on the road to a whole new, better life than I could ever have ever provided for him, at the time.

While still in the hospital, they finally brought him to me after he was born. He was so small! So completely adorable!! I wondered if I had made the right decision in giving him up. That was the selfish side of me – in my heart I knew he was better off going into a stable environment with two parents who could give him everything he needed. The funny side of this to me was, he was a tiny person. To everyone else on the maternity floor, he was that huge baby in the nursery! Everyone was talking about him, and when I ventured down to the viewing room, I realized what they were talking about. Geoff was double the size of all the babies in the room! That’s my son! He weighed more than 10 pounds when he was born. He was so big – and long! I knew he would be a survivor just like his birth mom! AND that is the only credit I am going to give myself for this. I had options, but I felt there was a reason he was brought into this world!

Today my son and I have an online, text-messaging relationship. It is so much better now that he is in recovery. I had a hard time dealing with him when he was “using” every time we had contact. He was always on the defensive. He always asked me why I didn’t want him and why did I give him up?

My son came to visit me when I had my house in Vermont. He started drinking at 9 am and never stopped until he passed out. I had to ask him to leave. I could not witness what he was willing to accept as a life! It totally broke my heart. I felt like I failed him as a mom. But I had to remind myself that I did not raise him. He went to his adoptive parents as an innocent child. In his defense, his biological father was an alcoholic and totally abusive to me when we were together! That is why I felt my only child was better off being adopted into a loving family!

The good irony of this all is that my son’s biological father became sober at almost the same time Geoff did. I was so grateful and hoped they would have a “real” relationship – other than drinking together. Unfortunately, his biological dad died when he was 62 years old of a massive heart attack in his sleep. Two weeks after he retired. He and Geoff had so many plans together. I was the one that had to call my son and tell him that his birth father had died. It was so hard, my heart completely went out to him! He was so unable to accept the fact that his birth dad had died just as they were going to start a sober journey together.

I am going to stop writing now about my son and continue in a positive way about my view of Mother’s Day! I love my Mom beyond anything that I can translate – she has always been a rock, the foundation, in my life. She is the reason I have become the person that I am today. She is and has always been there for me.

My mom was always my best cheerleader. We have had our share of “issues” over the years, but I ALWAYS know she has my back and will be there for me!

♥️I LOVE you Mom! It makes my heart full knowing you have always been there for me!♥️♥️♥️♥️

Lastly, I want to say that I have become a dedicated dog mom, picking up and rescuing dogs that were thrown away like trash, left to fend for themselves on the streets, or taken from breeding situations where the only thing the dog provided to their owners was $$$money! I adore my dogs! They are my life and they make my life complete. So Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms and a happy dog’s/cats’s Mother’s Day to those who have and love their fur-babies!

In these trying times, we all deserve recognition!

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Tues. wrap-up: Cinco snack from Chef Joey🇫🇷 … + more🌷🎶

Pics+text by Chef Joey

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It’s Cinco de Mayo!

Go wild! Buy and make healthy things! One of them:

Bruschetta gets a cool Mexican makeover.

Take a baguette and cut it.
Sliced … in a bowl mix some cheese with taco seasoning –

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Sprinkle on the bread. Place bread slices in your broiler and melt the cheese (use parchment paper for easy clean up).

Place melted-cheese bread slices in a festive dish and top with your favorite salsa – either bought or fresh tomato, cilantro, hello pepper, red onion and lime juice!

All chopped fine and topped on the melted cheese!
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Enjoy!!

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From PETA.ORG

Yummy!!:

Chocolate Chip Brownies

Ingredients:

1 cup canola oil
1 cup maple syrup
1/2 cup soy milk
1 Tbsp. vanilla extract
1 cup whole-wheat pastry flour
1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
2 Tbsp. baking powder
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350ºF.

Lightly oil a 12-inch-by-17 1/2-inch jelly-roll pan and set aside.

In a medium bowl, whisk together the oil, maple syrup, soy milk, and vanilla.

In another bowl, sift together the flour, cocoa, sugar, baking powder, and salt.

Fold the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients with a rubber spatula. Be careful not to overmix. Fold in the nuts, if desired, and chocolate chips.

Pour the batter into the pan, and smooth the top with a moistened spatula.

Bake for 30 to 35 minutes or until surface cracks appear.

Transfer the pan to a cooling rack. The brownies will set as they cool. When completely cool, cut into squares.

Makes approximately 1 dozen brownies

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