Tuesday, May 02, 2017

A Butterfly for My Brother

"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" - "The Zhuangzi" by Zhuang Zhou

Butterfly at Jacksonville National Cemetery, March 2017



Paster Ida Iverson, who spoke the eulogy at my brother's funeral service would describe these butterflies that appeared soon after Arthur's death as "a God Thing when a connection like that happens and it will stand as a double meaning for your family."






Butterfly at Jacksonville National Cemetery, March 2017
When my sister and brother were deciding on the final resting place of Arthur, they found they could not bury our brother at his preferred military cemetery in St. Petersburg, Florida as there was no space available for in-ground burials. They chose Jacksonville National Cemetery as the next best choice. My sister verbalized a prayerful wish that our brother would not be sad with our arrangements: "If it is okay Arthur, send us a sign - like a butterfly." Later, when they visited the Jacksonville cemetery, upon returning to their vehicle, there was a beautiful Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly, landing and circling about the vehicle. My sister snapped these two photographs of it.

After the funeral, I was purchasing postage for an oversized birthday card at a local north Florida post office and requested an attractive appropriate stamp from the clerk. I was awestruck when her very first offering was a sheet of beautiful Eastern Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly stamps.

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail Postage Stamp

Once returning home to Virginia I decided to search for a personalized license plate to memorialize my brother, when I discovered that the State Insect of Virginia, our mother's home state, -- is the very same Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly that had appeared at the cemetery! I immediately ordered one for my vehicle in honor of the memory of my brother Arthur. 

Remember - whenever you see a butterfly flitting to and fro,

It is a loved one come from Heaven, just to say "Hello."


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Arthur Edward Richardson (1943-2017)

Arthur Edward Richardson
Arthur Edward RICHARDSON was born 2 May 1943, at Halethorpe, Maryland, the firstborn son of Edward James Arthur RICHARDSON and Lillian Louise VIA. He died at the age of 73, on 5 March 2017, at Saint Petersburg General Hospital, Saint Petersburg, Florida. He grew up in Baltimore and Annapolis, Maryland.

He enlisted in the United States Marine Corps on 7 November 1961, as a Private, and served for four years, including a one year tour overseas, during the Vietnam War. He was honorably discharged as a Lance Corporal (E-3) on 13 May 1966. He was awarded the Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal and the National Defense Service Medal.

He was married to Donna Darlene Schmidt (divorced) of Maryland by whom he had one son, Arthur Edward Richardson, Junior (Richie). Arthur worked as an oysterman, guard, and brickmason. At the time of his final illness, he was living at Lexington Health & Rehabilitation Center, 6300 46th Avenue North, Saint Petersburg. He is survived by his son Richie of Pelion, South Carolina and his three siblings, Edna Barney of Springfield, Virginia, Vickie Lynn Egerton of Parkville, Maryland and Ted Roy Richardson of Fernandina Beach, Florida.

On 13 March 2017, he was buried with military honors at Jacksonville National Cemetery, Jacksonville, Florida, with services provided by Oxley-Heard Funeral Home, Inc., Fernandina Beach, Florida. His remains are interred at Section 11, Grave 1799.

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Eulogy for Arthur Edward Richardson

This was a part of the Eulogy delivered by Reverend Ida E. Iverson on 13 March 2017 at the graveside ceremony for my brother entitled "Meditation."

     Arthur Edward Richardson, was born on May 2, 1943 and died on March 5, 2017 at the age of 73. I did not know Arthur, but God put in my path his brother Ted, who respected and wanted to have God's word spoken here today along with his sisters, Vickie and Edna. Arthur followed in the footstep of those who had come before him and was a brick and stone mason, and if his work was half as good as his brother's he could take great pride in all that he did. Because when brick and stone work is done well it is meant to last long past the mason's own lifetime.
     Speaking of masonry, Ted, when you were asked to put in the footings and a foundation here at the National Cemetery you had no idea that the monument that was to be placed on it was for the Marines who fought valiantly for their country and that it would be such a connection for you now that your brother will be buried here. Some could say that is a God thing when a connection like that happens and it will stand as a double meaning for your family.
     Everyone has those what might be called comfort foods and Arthur had a couple favorites ... Utz potato chips and Pepsi which he called his juice. When
you told me he had a favorite potato chip I was reminded of friends who came from Chicago, and they always had to bring back with them the local chips that they had grown up with. And of course, we know there are some people who are Coca Cola people and then there are the Pepsi people and Arthur was a Pepsi person or as he called it his juice. Life can be simple if you have the right bag of chips to snack on and your Pepsi to wash it down with.
     Ted something else you told me about your brother, was the one story he shared with you about his time in Viet Nam. You may not have thought of it this way but that was a holy time, a sacred time that you had with him, as he shared that scared story of his life with you.
     As I picked the lessons for today, it was with that story in mind. I thought about what he had experienced that day he told you about. Being surrounded by the enemy, not only having to kill to save his life while attempting to save the lives of those he cared about who were by his side, yet at the same time witnessing the death of too many of his friends. That day he was not just walking in the valley of the shadow of death he was very much deep down in that valley. To come out of that valley is not easy and I have had more than one man who has been there ask if God can forgive them for what they had to do in that valley.
     All I can say to them, is that they have made their confession and they have a God, who loves them so much that he forgives them and they have been absolved through Jesus Christ. Yet, the memories of moments like that do not go away easily and he along with many other warriors, are running a race to get away from those memories. Arthur has now finished the race and those
days are behind him forever.
     No, I did not know Arthur, but I have known many men who served their country and came back to work through the demons of war and as age catches up with them are blessed to find a place where they feel safe and are being treated well.
     Yes, last Sunday, Arthur took his last breath and entered the place that Jesus had gone to prepare for him. The place where there is no more war, where the pain of this side of eternity is gone forever, and where Jesus our Savior, who is the way, the truth and the life, met him face to face greeting Arthur, with welcome home good and faithful servant.
     Let us Pray: Lord, you walk with us through all that life on this side of eternity confronts us with, even in the valley in the shadow of death. We give thanks for the peace that you give as we grieve, and that we walk in the promise of eternal life with you through your Son Jesus Christ. Now, as we go from this cemetery that honors the men and women who served bravely for their country let your peace go with us. Rest in peace Lance Corporal Arthur Edward Richardson. Amen.

"A Butterfly for My Brother" (published on his 74th Birthday 2 May 2017) 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Our Mayflower Ancestors


Our BARNEY family is descended from four Brave Pilgrim Ancestors who sailed from Holland on the British ship Mayflower in 1620. They were a family: JOHN TILLIE, his wife, and his young daughter ELIZABETH TILLIE, and JOHN HOWLAND, a young member of the ship's company.

JOHN HOWLAND has recently been immortalized in Rush Limbaugh's children's book Rush Revere and the Brave Pilgrims. In the book, everyone was astonished that JOHN HOWLAND had fallen into the sea and yet survived. JOHN was apologizing for going onto the upper deck during a fierce storm. "Do not condemn yourself JOHN, said Elder Brewster. Your salvation from certain death is a miraculous sign. Everything happens for a reason. God has chosen to save you, which I believe means we are certain to make it to America."


"JOHN TILLIE, and his wife; both died soon after they came on shore. ELIZABETH, their daughter afterwards married JOHN HOWLAND." From "The Original Lists of Persons of Quality ... 1600-1700" by John Camden Hotten, 1874, pages xxiv, xxvi. 

All BARNEY family descendants of LOVISA LOSEE who married WILLIAM FRANKLIN BARNEY (1854-1924) and lived at Lake Shore, Utah, are also descendants of JOHN and ELIZABETH (TILLIE) HOWLAND, original settlers of Plymouth, Massachusetts and celebrants at the Pilgrim's First Thanksgiving.

Friday, October 02, 2015

CAPITAL - CAPITOL

What is the Difference?

Capital, with an "a", refers to a city that serves as the seat of a government. Ironically, it is not capitalized.

Capitol, with an "o", refers to a building that houses a legislature. Like the names of other specific buildings, e.g., the White House, the Capitol is capitalized.

East, South, and North Capitol Streets are named after the building, so they are spelled with an "o".

The Capital Beltway is named after the city, so it is spelled with an "a".

There is no West Capitol Street. In its place, you will find the Mall, which, like other streets, is capitalized. Like East Capitol Street, Capitol Hill is named after the building, so it takes an "o".

Inspired by HistoryProfessor.org.

Monday, April 27, 2015

My Mother's Market

A Picture from Edna

The Baltimore Market of My Memories
On Mother's Day weekend of 2008, I visited Baltimore's Lexington Market, in remembrance of the times I went there with my mother as a toddler. I remember that I always found it to be a most frightening place, as I only saw the legs and feet of other shoppers. I remember tightly grasping onto my mother's skirt as my younger brother and I stayed with her as she shopped.

I don't remember exactly what groceries she usually purchased, however seeing the market displays that weekend told me that I would have been even more frightened as a toddler if I could have seen above the legs and feet of the shoppers to the iced shelves of the fishmongers' and butchers' products. The food items displayed brought back long forgotten memories of the dishes my mother often prepared at home - fried scrapple, oxtail soup, crab soup, crab cakes and shad roe. Lexington Market Displays (Slide Show)

I wonder how my mother managed to get all of her purchases back home, as she did not drive? Perhaps my father picked us all up after work. Or, perhaps she travelled by street car, which was a very usual way of getting about the city in those long ago days. Then I wondered how she would have managed the street car ride with two toddlers in tow and bags of groceries. As my memories of those days are almost vanished, I can only wonder at how she accomplished all of those things in those bygone days.

I found one provender who claimed to be an old-timer at the Lexington Market. He was the man at the Muskrat-Raccoon-Alligator counter in my pictures. He began describing the way it was in the 1970s when he first arrived on the scene. I told him that my remembrances were from much earlier - like just after World War II in the 1940s. His eyes glazed over as he told me that there was no one alive today at the market who could remember back that far. It was almost as though I was speaking of the eighteenth century days, like 1782, when the Lexington Market first opened. (The Slide Show)

The image, Lexington Market, was originally uploaded by barneykin. It is posted here from Barneykin's flickr account.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

My New French Oven

New Red French Oven

The first dish I made after receiving my new six quart French Oven was Coq au Vin and it turned out almost perfectly. Here is a list of other recipes created especially for this beautiful “La Cocotte” by Dominique Tougne of Bistro 110. I will try some of these in future. Staub Cookware Recipes

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Old Time Chicken Fryer


Old Cast Iron Chicken Fryer #89 A
This is my old cast iron chicken fryer. It belonged to my husband's Idaho family and is probably from the early 1900s. After all that use, I finally cleaned and restored it last month following some videos on YouTube. The only markings on it are "89 A," which according to Internet sources signifies that it was manufactured by Chicago Hardware. There was quite a multi-day project to clean and restore it. It was crud-encrusted when I first possessed it back in the 1960s and I had no clue as to how to remove all that baked-on grease. I used it quite often when raising my family, mainly making casseroles as I was never big into frying chicken. Then one day in January 2015, I encountered videos on how to clean old cast iron. There were many different procedures, including building a big bonfire and placing the iron pot in the middle of it. I followed a different set of tutorials. I started with Easy-off Oven Cleaner, going over it twice which used the entire can. That did not remove all of the crude, so then I scrubbed it well with very fine steel wool (0000) which removed a bit more, but not all. At that point I resorted to cleaning it on the Self-Cleaning mode of my electric oven. I was apprehensive, but my oven is old and it needed cleaning anyway. Well, that procedure did the trick. Every bit of crud was burned off, but it took many washings to remove all of the rusty residue from the pan and lid. Once I had the cast iron fryer "clean enough," I then started the process of seasoning the pan. I smeared it all over with cocoanut oil and baked it about two hours in the oven. I turned off the oven and left the pan sit in it overnight. The next day I wiped it clean with paper towels and repeated the seasoning process. Now, whenever I use it, I give it a quick re-seasoning by smearing the inside with oil and heating it on the burner for a few minutes before adding my food. The first dish I prepared in it was indeed fried chicken and it turned out delicious: Buttermilk Fried Chicken Recipe