Sunday, September 6, 2015

The White House Cigars

From The IADC – Digital Cigar Magazine
The White House cigars
Posted on August 28, 2015
It’s been 20 years since the last cigar was smoked in the Green Room. Hillary Clinton is the one who banned tobacco in the White House in 1993. Nevertheless, cigars were part of a ritual practiced by American presidents for 150 years.

It used to be that cigars were part of the White House protocol. At the end of state dinners, women would go to the Red Room to smoke cigarettes while men would settle in the Green Room to drink liqueur paired with sotgies that the president himself would offer. The few American presidents who turned cigars into their best companions are probably upset at the turn of events but the smoke times are in fact over !
20 cigars per day
The man capable of competing with Ulysses S. Grant, the 18th US president (1869-1877), is not about to sit in the Oval Office chair. A Hero of the civil war, general Grant smoked about 20 cigars per day. Cigars are so much part of his war achievements that his admirers sent him thousands of them. In 1868, when he left to go fight, his official song was unbelievably A Smokin’ His Cigar. Once he was in the Oval Office, his enemies criticized him harshly for his costly habit. Tough, churchillian before Churchill even existed, the old soldiar responded that he drank his gin, smoked his cigars and wouldn’t change his habits for a bunch of small minded politicians.
Pancakes, cereals and cigars
The other cigar man in the White House was Calvin Coolidge, the 30th US president. Senator of the state of Massachusetts, Coolidge is elected in 1923. Taciturn, the cigar plays the role of a barometer for his interlocutors. The way he turns it between his fingers or takes it to his lips became a precious indicator for his collaborators who would be thrown off by the silences of this mysterious man.
Other times, other customs. Coolidge started the custom of offering cigars during the business breakfasts, which would start at 8 am sharp. Pancakes, ham, cereals and cigars from the president’s personal humidor would be served. The humidor only contained Habanos and mostly Coronas, which he chained smoked.
Jacky too
After this quite unique president, the White House had to wait a few decades before finding annother real cigar aficionado. In 1960, John Fitzgerald Kennedy settles into the oval office. Educated on cigar by his father, his preferences go to panatelas and petit coronas (H. Upmann is his favorite brand). A small revolution : sometimes, his wife Jackie smokes too. Never before had the White House had a smoking presidential couple !
The Kennedy years also mark a turn in the American history of cigars. In February 1962, the young president declares the full embargo with Cuba. Habanos thus become illegal on the US territory. But before signing the embargo into law, he is carefull to get a stash that he will use during the last months of his life. Not a fan of hypocrisy though, he doesn’t hide the fact that he keeps smoking Habanos.
The following presidents are less emblematic than Kennedy. Richard Nixon shares his cigars with other heads of states and carries on the tradition of the after dinner cigar, smoked in the company of men, in the Green Room. He is the last president to honor this protocol. Since his disgrace in 1974, this tradition has long been forgotten.

For Word-lovers

Some recipients may have to ask parents/grandparents the meaning of words/phrases.
Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really! The other day I said something to my son about driving a Jalopie and he looked at me quizzically and said what the hell is a Jalopie? OMG (new phrase!) he never heard of the word jalopie!!
So we went to the computer and I pulled up a picture from the movie "The Grapes of Wrath" now that was a Jalopie!  I knew I was old....
HOLY MACKEREL, I STILL USE MOST OF THESE!
 
I hope you are Hunky dory after you read this and chuckle...

 
WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE WORD
by Richard Lederer
 
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don’t touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry." A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We’d cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers’ lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China !

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.

Like Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” or “This is a fine kettle of fish!” we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder’s monkey.

Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston . The very idea! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go!

Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart’s deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.

See ‘ya later, alligator!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Greg's Greatest Hits!

In honor of St. Pope Gregory the Great, here are some Gregorian Chants . . .


 The Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos in Spain Chanting (2) 
Track listing:

1. "Puer Natus Est Nobis": Introit (Mode VII) -- 
3:36(0:00)
2. "Os Iusti": Gradual (Mode I) -- 
2:49(3:35)
3. "Christus Factus Est Pro Nobis": Gradual (Mode V) -- 
2:39(6:25)
4. "Mandatum Novum Do Vobis": Antiphonal And Psalm 132 (Mode III) -- 
1:41(9:04)
5. "Media Vita In Morte Sumus": Responsorio (Mode IV) -- 
6:11(10:46)
6. "Alleluia, Beatus Vir Qui Suffert": Alleluia (Mode I) -- 
3:10(16:57)
7. "Spiritus Domini": Introit (Mode VIII) -- 
3:46(20:07)
8. "Improperium": Offertorio (Mode VIII) -- 
2:36(23:55)
9. "Laetatus Sum": Gradual (Mode VII) -- 
2:17(26:30)
10. "Kyrie XI A": Kyrie (Mode I) -- 
1:06(28:48)
11. "Puer Natus In Bethlehem": Ritmo (Mode I) -- 
1:58(29:53)
12. "Jacta Cogitatum Tuum": Gradual (Mode VII) -- 
3:34(31:51)
13. "Verbum Caro Factum Est": Responsorio (Mode VII) -- 
4:04(35:28)
14. "Genuit Puerpera Regem": Antiphonal And Psalm 99 (Mode II) -- 
2:56(39:31)
15. "Occuli Omnium": Gradual (Mode VII) -- 
3:21(42:28)
16. "Ave Mundi Spes Maria": Sequenza (Mode I) -- 
4:18(45:50)
17. "Kyrie Fons Bonitatis": Trope (Mode III) -- 
4:00(50:10)
18. "Veni Sancte Spiritus": Sequenza (Mode I) -- 
2:42(54:09)
19. "Hosanna Filio David": Antiphonal (Mode VII) -- 
0:42(56:50)


Greg Is Great!

Pope St. Gregory the Great

St. Gregory the Great (540-604) was the son of a wealthy Roman senator. His mother and two of his aunts are also saints, which provided him an upbringing devoted to God. His grammar and rhetoric were exceptional, and he followed in his father's political footsteps by serving as prefect of Rome. 

Discerning a call to the religious life, he sold all of his possessions and converted his home into a Benedictine monastery. He used his liquidated assets to build six other monasteries.

Because of his talent and intelligence he was chosen as the first monk to become Pope. During his lifetime Rome was sacked by invading barbarians, causing his pontificate to be an important one in bringing stability and order to the Church in a time of societal and cultural upheaval.

For his abundant doctrinal and spiritual writings he is considered to be one of the four great Doctors of the Latin Church.

He is most known for promoting Sacred Music known today as "Gregorian Chant."

Pope St. Gregory the Great is the patron of popes, masons, choir boys, singers, teachers, and musicians. 

His feast day is September 3rd.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Once Very Popular, But Now Forgotten

St. Giles (7th c.) was born to a noble Greek family. He devoted his life to the things of God and grew in sanctity. To escape the praise of men for his material and spiritual riches, he sold all of his possessions, gave his wealth to the poor, and moved away to Gaul (present day France) to live in solitude as a cave-dwelling hermit in the wilderness. He lived in this way without companionship for many years while practicing severe penances. He became so impoverished that God sent a deer to be his companion and to nourish him with its milk.
One day a hunter in pursuit of the deer came to the cave where it dwelt with St. Giles. The hunter shot an arrow into the cave, and instead of hitting the deer, he injured the saint. St. Giles was discovered and soon became known throughout the countryside. He consented to receive disciples who desired to imitate his way of life.
He founded a monastery at his cave under the Rule of St. Benedict and became abbot. St. Giles was known as a miracle worker even during his life, and he became one of the most popular saints in the Middle Ages.
He is the patron of lepers, hermits, beggars, cripples, disabled, rams, and woods. 
St. Giles' feast day is September 1st.

Pilgrimage France to Spain: Via Tolosana

We need to go on pilgrimage and travel this route  . . .

The Via Tolosana

This medieval pilgrimage route from Provence to Spain includes a stop to pay respects to a very popular saint in the Middle Ages, St. Giles, who is now mostly forgotten in France but still remembered in some English churches that have him as their patron.

From Arles in France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain with a stop in St. Giles-du-Gard near Arles, France.

Pilgrimage to St.Giles-du-Gard

Sunday, August 30, 2015

St. Fiacre - Patron Saint of Hemorrhoids & Herbs

St. Fiacre (d. 670) was raised in an Irish monastery and became known for his holiness, which caused others to flock to him. Desiring solitude, he left for France. He established a hermitage and asked for land to grow a garden and healing herbs, a science which he studied in the monastery. The local bishop gave him as much land as he could entrench, so Fiacre walked around the perimeter of a plot of land, dragging his shovel behind him. The land was miraculously cleared and the soil entrenched wherever the spade touched.

He lived a life of great mortification in prayer, fasting, keeping vigils, and the manual labor of the garden. Disciples gathered around him and soon formed a monastery.

St. Fiacre built an oratory in honor of the Virgin Mary, a hospice in which he received strangers, and a cell to live in.

His fame for performing miracles became widespread, and his garden in San-Fiacre in France became a place of pilgrimage for centuries for those seeking healing.  He was especially effective against a tumor once called le fic de S. Fiacre and which we now call hemorrhoids.

St. Fiacre is best known as the patron of gardeners and florists.

His feast day is August 30th.