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Saturday, 21 March 2015



Hi dear friends and follower, I hope you all have a wonderful Saturday. Have a good read and thank you for coming.

Hello, Everyone, and thank you for having a look at my humble weekly feature. I am grateful that you share your time with me.

Earlier this week I had reason to chase some papers with the company that has my dental insurance. It had been over a month since my claim form had been submitted and I had heard nothing from them. With me, no news is not good news. It's just no news, and I don't like a state of not knowing.

I called them and got a person on the phone (these days that's an achievement) and I asked her to help me. She told me that they had my claim and she put a “flag” on it for special attention. I hope that means that it will be paid soon!

This episode made me share stories with a friend about the fact that companies and financial institutions do not stay in business because they “don't have the papers.” This includes banks. I've had a few less-than-great dealings with them, but all of this took me back to the very first time I got into the “battle of the papers” with a bank.

When I was 18 I left home as soon as I could be sure that I had a place to live, something to eat, and clothing to wear. I took care of that by enlisting in the United States Coast Guard. Anything was better than living at home, so I left and I have never regretted it.

About two years later I was stationed at a District office, along with a bunch of staff officers and an admiral who was the District Commander. It was a good assignment after I had spent a year or so in Washington, DC. That was when the town was going through growing pains before they had the Metro subway and a better bus and highway system. The District Office was a lot quieter, but the admiral's presence made it anything other than tranquil.

Back then, we were paid on the 15th and the last day of the month. We received actual paychecks as this was in the days before direct deposit. The bank lines were quite long at times.

Now it was accepted the practice in our shop, and probably many others, to send two people to cash all the paychecks for their colleagues. One of your associates would give you her or his military ID card and their endorsed check to present at the bank. This was sufficient evidence for the bank to cash the check and put the money and the ID card into a small, white cash envelope. Cashing 10 to 15 checks was common practice.

I was one of the runners because I was a big girl. I would cash the checks at the nearest bank. I also had a savings account there and I put almost all of my pay in savings. Over time, I had a tidy little sum for back in 1973: about $4,400.00

One day I received a letter in the mail with an application for a Mastercharge card (this is what they once called the Mastercard). It was from the bank branch where I did business, so I completed the application and sent it on its way.

A few weeks later I got a reply from my bank and at first I felt terrible. I was declined to have a card because I was an unmarried woman who was not at her address long enough to suit them. My feeling terrible lasted for about a half-hour. Then I got pissed-off and decided to confront them about that letter.

I was able to get some time off during the day to go to the bank. I walked in and asked the receptionist if the person who signed the letter was in the bank branch. She told me that he was, and pointed him out to me. After asking to see him, I was at his desk, letter in-hand.

He greeted me properly and asked how he could be of service. I showed him the letter and asked him to change it. He stuttered and stammered and told me that he was not able. I told him that I had a lease in an apartment in my name; that the car I drove was financed in my name and that I was paying for it monthly. Lastly, I showed him my savings passbook that had a balance of a little over $4,400 in it. He still refused to reconsider because I was a single woman who did not own a house. I thanked him and went over to the teller's windows.

I approached one where a man was working, wrote a withdrawal slip to take out every cent that I had in that bank, and passed it to him. I knew that he did not have the authority to pay out that much money without approval of the head teller or the cashier, nor did he have that kind of money in his till. When he told me that I would have to wait while he made arrangements, the smart-ass in me made me step back from his window and say in a loud voice, “What? You can't give me my money?” The bank became very quiet and all eyes were on the young woman in the white Coast Guard uniform who was standing there looking like she had seen a ghost!

Eventually, the money was handed to me in a white envelope. I signed the agreement that said I had closed all of my accounts and left – and drove right to the bank that was issuing the BankAmericard, the forerunner of today's Visa card.

I will never forget how things went when I arrived there. I asked to see the branch manager and I was immediately taken into the office of a woman on whose door was the sign that said “Mrs. Vining.” She greeted me and we shook hands. I then told her about my leaving the other bank but left out the part about “What? You can't give me my money?”

I opened a checking account. I deposited $4,400 in a savings account. Then I showed her the installment contract for my car payments and the lease for my apartment and asked if I had enough business at her bank to get a BankAmericard. Before I left I had her personal approval for a card with a $500 limit. That is all that I had wanted because I had this feeling that establishing personal credit would be important to me in the future.

I am glad that I did not take “no” for the only answer there was to be had. I did not take it from my mother and I sure was not going to take it from some person sitting behind a desk at a branch bank when I knew I did not deserve it.

I continued to cash the paychecks for my associates at that bank and every payday I would look for that man who refused to do business with a single me and give him a smile and a wave.

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Thursday, 19 March 2015

The Legend of Princess Donaji

Hi dear friends and followers. Have a great read, thank you.

We are still in the region that was occupied, and to a large extent, continues to be occupied, by the Zapotec People. This is the southern Mexican region of Oaxaca.

I found the story below in a publication called the Oaxaca Traveler. I hope that they don't mind my sharing it with you.

The Legend of Princess Donaji

It is raining on Oaxaca Valley. For sure rain God Cocijo has answered the prayers of his beloved Zapotec people.

This great Mesoamerican civilization established its home in Oaxaca Valley over 2,500 years ago. We have two stories about its origin: the first tells us that the Zapotecs emerged naturally from the Earth or caves or that perhaps they turned from trees or jaguars into people. The second claims that they are the Cloud People, Be´ena´Za´a in the Zapotec language, and that they are descendant from supernatural beings that lived in the sky.

This enormous civilization inhabited three different cities in the Oaxaca Valley. First, they founded San José el Mogote in about 1400 BC. Later on, about 500 BC, they established their capital in Monte Albán where they have their most brilliant and culturally productive period. In order to build Monte Albán they did the arduous work of leveling the top of a mountain. They reached a peak population of over 16,500 between AD 300-500. By 800 AD Monte Albán was completely abandoned. Then, the Zapotecs moved to Zaachila where they established the new capital. It is widely agreed that Zaachila was the last city inhabited by this wonderful civilization.

The Zapotecs developed a calendar and a basic form of writing through carvings. By 200 BC they were using the bar and dot system of numerals used by the Mayans. The early Zapotecs were sedentary, agricultural people and hunters. As time passed they became craftsmen and they are still recognized for their black pottery, wood carvings and their precious weavings. A lot of this valuable work is exhibited at the Regional Museum of Oaxaca.

Every civilization has its heroes, and the Zapotecs are no exception. The person who deserves such a title is the Princess Donají. A popular legend tells us that Princess Donají was the daughter of King Cosijoeza, the last King of the Zapotec civilization. During that time there were endless battles between Mixtecs and Zapotecs. Donaji is said to have mended the wounds of enemy prisoners, even releasing them once they had healed. In one of these battles, the Princess was taken as a pledge of peace and in case the Zapotecs didn´t keep their word, she would die in the hands of the Mixtecs.

One night after the peace offering was made, Zapotec warriors burst in the Mixtec territory, and when the Mixtecs realized they had been betrayed, they killed Donají immediately. The Zapotecs bitterly grieved the loss of their admired princess.

Many years had passed when a humble shepherd who was walking close to Atoyac River saw a beautiful lily flower. He did not hesitate to make it his own, and decided to take it from its roots. As he dug, he made an astonishing discovery: the lily flower was attached to an ear of a fresh and beautiful face - the face of Princess Donají´s. Nowadays, her innocent and pretty face is represented on the coat of arms of Oaxaca City.

The story of the princess is reenacted each year at the Guelaguetza festival.

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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

The Sacrifice of Cocijo (A Cosmological Legend)

Hi dear friends and followers, I wish all a wonderful day  

Aztec, Maya, and Inca are peoples of pre-Columbian Central America with whom you may be familiar. So far we have read some of the myths and legends of the Aztec and the Maya. Before we proceed to look into what the Inca were thinking, let's stop for a minute to look at the Reference Map provided with this blog entry.

You will see that there are many individual tribes listed between southern Mexico and its border with Guatamala and Honduras. Maybe each tribe had its own belief system and maybe not. Perhaps their daily lives were similar to those of their neighbors and than again, perhaps not. The only way we will find out is to do some research.

Being the contrary soul that I am, I chose to start at the end of our Latin alphabet. Accordingly, we will examine something from the Zapotec people, a legend relating to their cosmology, that is, an account or theory of the origin of the universe, as the Zapotec saw it.

The Zapotec population is concentrated in the southern Mexican state of Oaxaca, but Zapotec communities exist in neighboring states, as well. The present-day population is estimated at approximately 800,000 to 1,000,000 persons, many of whom are monolingual in one of the native Zapotec languages and dialects. In pre-Columbian times, the Zapotec civilization was one of the highly developed cultures of Mesoamerica, which, among other things, included a system of writing. Many people of Zapotec ancestry have emigrated to the United States over several decades, and they maintain their own social organizations in the Los Angeles and Central Valley areas of California.There are four basic groups of Zapotecs: the istmeños, who live in the southern Isthmus of Tehuantepec, the serranos, who live in the northern mountains of the Sierra Madre de Oaxaca, the southern Zapotecs, who live in the southern mountains of the Sierra Sur, and the Central Valley Zapotecs, who live in and around the Valley of Oaxaca.

They have been farmers for centuries, with labor divided between the men and women. The men and boys go to the fields and work all day, coming home to share meals. The women and girls tend to the housework. It is a strongly patriarchial society in which a single woman's chastity is highly guarded, thus impeding true equality of the genders.

Enjoy this creation legend and have a wonderful Tuesday!

The Sacrifice of Cocijo (A Cosmological Legend)

From: Bradomín, José María, "El Sacrificio de Cocijo", Leyendas y Tradiciones

Oaxaqueñas. (Mexico: 2004) trans. Kent Slinker

Pitao, the incorporeal, the uncreated, the father of the gods. and the origin of everything that exists in the world, exhaling over Chaos created the heavens, the sun, the moon, the stars, the Earth, the seasons of the year, the days, the nights, the animals and plants, the rivers, oceans, and the mountains . . . The entire Universe came into being by a single exhale of his almighty breath .

Once the Universe had been created, he gathered together all the lesser gods and gave them dominion over the elements and created things, and he gave them power to rule and govern. And at the same time that he gave them their names that set them aside as superior arbitrators over creation and the elements, he gave them also the generic name, 
"Pitao" so that they might also be part of the holy essence of the supreme creator of every existing thing .

And he made Pitao Xoo, the god of the Earth and of earthquakes .

And to Pitao Cocijo the god of the water and rain.

And to Pitao Beé the god of the winds.

And to Pitao Cozaana the god of hunting and fishing.

And to Pitao Cocobi the god of seeds, the harvest and grains.

And to Pitao Pecala the god of dreams.

And to Pitao Peeci was given the responsibility of dream interpretation.
And to Pezelao he gave dominion of the night, and of the souls of the dead.

And to Benechaaba he made the spirit of corruption and darkness.

And thus was given to the gods the attributes which corresponded to their condition as arbitrators of the created things and elements. But to the smallest of the gods, who was later called Cocijo, he did not wish to give anything, since he considered him too small.

And after the symphony and harmony of the Cosmos had been organized and the elements had been bound up with the will of the gods, and order had been established on Earth, he created humans in order to multiply and later become his people, the chosen people of Pitao. And this became the great Zapotec nation which grew and peopled the Didjazáa which stretched to every corner of the earth, even to the sea.

But Pitao, the incorporeal, the uncreated, the father of the gods and the origin of all that exists both on the Earth and beyond the Earth, did not create fire, that powerful component of the sky that awaited the person who could conquer it, because he wanted to test the spirit of sacrifice of the other gods and the industriousness of humanity.

And so it was that at night, when the rays of Copichja (the sun) did not warm the face of the Earth, both people and beast swooned with cold, and the young ones died, and the birds had to hide in the most dense parts of vegetation so not to die, and the beasts in the deepest caverns of caves.

But the gods remained silent and waited, taking note of the hidden design of Pitao. And humanity suffered and cried, but did not find the way to make fire. Because the fire of the sky did not yet streak across the heavens, deafening men and beast and smiting the naked torsos of the mountains, mankind decided to make a gigantic mound, tall like a mountain, where their supplications would have easier access to the heavens and soften the heart of Pitao.

Day after day, during many suns and during many moons, the building of the mound never stopped and men came from every corner of the world inhabited by the chosen people of Pitao, to pile up rocks and earth, stone and earth, like the patient labor of ants, until the mound had became high indeed, even as high as a mountain.

Having finished the gigantic mound, they arranged at its summit an extensive open space, and on top of it they erected a great pyramid dedicated to Pitao. And they returned to the bottom and waited.

Then Pitao, hardly satisfied by the scarce industry of men, but moved by their profound devotion, decided to create the one element that was still missing in order to test the sacrificial spirit of the gods, giving power and supreme dominion to the one which, without hesitation, passed the test of fire.

While the people waited at the bottom of the mound, on top of the mound all of the gods were gathered, and in front of them Pitao stacked up an enormous pile of wood and began to rub together the dry sticks, and he rubbed and rubbed and continued rubbing until the element, unknown to both gods and men, the powerful attribute of the sky, fire, sprang forth. And the fire engulfed the enormous pyre. And after a time the pyre became an enormous furnace which lapped the sky with tongues of flame and scattered the darkness of the night and spilled over to the earth the precious gift of heat.

After this, Pitao, the incorporeal, the uncreated, the infinite, the father of the gods and origin of everything that exists on earth, turned to the gods and said, "My children, now is the test."

The first to test the fire was Cociyo, the god of waters. But no sooner had he drawn near to the fire a few steps, he shrank back, repelled by the heat and smoke let loose by the brazen furnace.

Cocobi, the god of the harvest also tested the fire. So did Cozaana, the god of hunting and fishing. Each and every god tested the fire, and each and every god hesitated and shrank back, cowering from the power of that fiery crackling furnace.

Only the tiniest of the gods, the one who would later be known as Cocijo, had not yet tested the fire. Pitao did not want to even suggest that he try it, because he considered him too tiny. But the tiny god begged Pitao to let him try, and the other gods turned and looked at him, and Pitao said, "Test it!"

Then the god, who was tiny, asked his older brother, Cociyo, to soak his garments in water, and he asked Beé to blow the wind in front of him to turn the flames away, and stepping back a bit he ran full speed to the bonfire and with one jump he threw himself headfirst into it.

After the tiny god fell headfirst into the center of the bonfire whose flames angrily lapped the vastness, there began to appear a large dense and black cloud that rose from the pyre and rose and rose and rose until it stood fixed above the center of the earth.

And later from the inside of that black cloud hanging over the mound leapt forth a flash of lightning whose brilliance blinded both gods and men and illuminated the ends of the Earth and disappeared at the feet of Pitao with a horrific thunderclap which overcame the hearts of men and beasts, and shook the earth and vanished like a dreadful moan beyond the flanks and cliffs of the mountains.

And mankind, having overcome their fear, shouted out in a great voice of praise, "De quietu guí . . . De quietu guí . . . Uhuila lo Pitao!" (We have fire, we have fire, thanks be to Pitao!). and they immediately climbed up the steep sides of the mound and after bowing before the element born of the hands of supreme creator of every existing thing, they took control of fire which tthenceforth ceased to be in the control of the gods.

And so it was that fire was born on Earth and also the lightning from the sky that since then has streaked across the heavens and caught fire to the tree tops and smote the naked torsos of the mountains.

So Pitao gave the name "Cociyo" (lightening) to the tiniest of the gods, and in exchange for his sacrifice, he gave him supreme dominion over the other gods , because he passed without hesitation the test of fire.

And humankind named the great mound they had erected, "Diniguí" (hill of flame) in memory of the creation of fire, and "Danibán"1 (Sacred Hill of the Dead) because they believed that is where the holy body of Cocijo lay buried. And afterwards they named the months of their calendar "Cocijo" so to never forget his merciful sacrifice.

1/ The hill "Monte-Alban" (Oaxaca, Oax.)

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Sunday, 15 March 2015

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

Happy Saint Patrick's Day
To my dear web family

Results of drinking too much green beer

Fun Facts about St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick’s Day is observed on March 17 because that is the feast day of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. It is believed that he died on March 17 in the year 461 AD. It is also a worldwide celebration of Irish culture and history. St. Patrick’s Day is a national holiday in Ireland, and a provincial holiday in the Canadian province of Newfoundland and Labrador.

The actual color of St. Patrick is blue. Green became associated with St. Patrick's Day during the 19th century. Green, in Irish legends, was worn by fairies and immortals, and also by people to encourage their crops to grow.

St. Patrick did not actually drive snakes out of Ireland; the snakes represent the pagans that he converted to Christianity.

The very first St. Patrick's Day parade was not in Ireland. It was in Boston in 1737.

In Chicago, on St. Patrick's Day, the rivers are dyed green. Mayor Daley is also of Irish descent.

In Seattle, there is a ceremony where a green stripe is painted down the roads.

Most Catholics attend mass in the morning and then attend the St. Patrick's Day parade.

Shamrocks are worn on the lapel on this day.

In Ireland on St. Patrick’s Day, people traditionally wear a small bunch of shamrocks on their jackets or caps. Children wear orange, white and green badges, and women and girls wear green ribbons in their hair

Many young people dye their hair green for the special day.

Many people wear green on this holiday to avoid being pinched.

The phrase, "Drowning The Shamrock" is from the custom of floating the shamrock on the top of whiskey before drinking it. The Irish believe that if you keep the custom, then you will have a prosperous year.

Many bars in the United States, and abroad, serve green beer to celebrate St. Patty's Day.

Lucky Charms, a favorite cereal brand among many, young and old, was created in 1963, with its popular mascot, Lucky the Leprechaun. Its jig is a memorable tune for many, including the young at heart:

Hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes
Clovers and Blue moons
Pots of gold and rainbows,
And the red balloon

That’s the luck of me lucky charms!
Their magically delicious!

Fun Facts about the Irish

34 million Americans have Irish ancestry, according to the 2003 US Census. That’s almost nine times the population of Ireland, which has 4.1 million people.

Nine of the people who signed our Declaration Of Independence were of Irish origin, and nineteen Presidents of the United States proudly claim Irish heritage -- including our first President, George Washington.

Some American towns have “Irish” names. You could visit: Mount Gay-Shamrock, West Virginia; Shamrock Lakes, Indiana; Shamrock, Oklahoma; Shamrock, Texas; Dublin, California and Dublin, Ohio.

The harp is the symbol of Ireland. The color green is also commonly associated with Ireland, also known as “the Emerald Isle.”

The Irish flag is green, white and orange. The green symbolizes the people of the south, and orange, the people of the north. White represents the peace that brings them together as a nation.

The name “leprechaun” has several origins. It could be from the Irish Gaelic word “leipreachan,” which means “a kind of aqueous sprite.” Or, it could be from “leath bhrogan,” which means “shoemaker.”

Fun Facts about Clovers

According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the highest number of leaves found on a clover is 14.

One estimate suggests that there are about 10,000 regular three-leaf clovers for every lucky four-leaf clover.

Legend says that each leaf of the clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.