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  • Egg Salad

    Egg Salad

    Egg salad is certainly not the most romantic or exotic of food.  But for me it is one of those dishes that evokes very special memories.

    New York with my mother. It didn’t matter what part of town we were in. We would take a break from our errands more often then not at some nondescript coffee shop/deli and get egg salad sandwiches on rye with a cup of coffee.  Sometimes the egg salad had chopped celery and or onion. Some places it was chunky, sometimes finely mashed, sometime it contained way too much mayonnaise, some places put in chopped dill or sweet pickle. Some places the sandwich came with lettuce.  It was always an adventure to see what the establishment’s take on egg salad would be. The amount of egg salad was always very generous so that when you bit into your sandwich a goodly amount would fall out. Trying to eat an over stuffed egg salad sandwich daintily is impossible but we did have a solution. Open the sandwich up, divide the egg salad between the pieces of bread and eat the sandwich open faced. Even then egg salad would fall. That was part of the fun.

    Reno Nevada in the early 80ies . Egg Salad Sandwiches at the Woolworth’s corner of  Virginia and 1st Street.  Ashton and I would go there in the end days and sit in a special booth where we could see both 1st and Virgina ,watching the scene. It didn’t have anything except mayonnaise and it came on plain Wonder Bread style white bread. The egg salad didn’t fall out of the sandwich. I can’t even tell you what it tasted like or why I ordered it but it was special because of who I was with.  That in many ways is what a great dining experience is about. Even egg salad can be elevated to a gourmet experience because of who you are with.

    Now of days I rarely if ever order egg salad at a restaurant. Well sometimes at Hidden Valley Country Club in the stuffed Avocado Salad and once at the Manhattan Deli in the Atlantis just to see what they did with the stuff.  Both places do an acceptable job.. but truthfully.. like my mother and I would say while scarfing down our sandwiches,.. .. these guys do not know how to make egg salad.

    It’s an easy enough dish to whip up for a quick lunch, light supper, snack or hors d’oeuvre. It doesn’t take much, but it offers opportunities to add amazing ingredients. So just in case you wanted to know how I make egg salad and it’s variations on a theme. here goes.

    A great eggs salad starts with perfectly cooked hard boiled egg.  My preferred method is putting the desired number of eggs into a single layer in a pot. Cover with cold water, bring to a rolling boil. Put a lid on the pot. Turn off the heat (if you have an electric stove remove the pot from the burner) and let the eggs sit undisturbed for 11 minutes. Or if you don’t have a lid for the pot you are using bring the eggs to a boil lower the heat to a simmer and cook for 11 minutes.  I also like J. Kenji López-Alt steamed method. This works well for fresher eggs and seems to make peeling easier.

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    When the eggs have cooked. Drain them and drop into a bowl of ice water to cool down.

    cooling

    My method for peeling and easy clean up is to put down a double layer of paper towels on the counter next to the bowl. Take an egg bang it on both ends on the paper and then roll all around to crack the shell, put it back in the cold water and repeat with the rest of the eggs. Then take each cracked egg out of the water, roll it around to further loosen the shell and start peeling on the paper towels. The shells will come off pretty easily and the eggs will not get bruised from pieces of shell sticking to them. If a piece of shell does stick whisk the egg in the ice water and it will release.

    peeling

    Once you have peeled all of your eggs on the paper toweling you can just gather that mess up and give it a toss. Easy, peezy.  Bruised whites aren’t an issue if your making egg salad, but if your making deviled eggs or eggs for Passover you want those eggs to look perfect.

    Just in case you didn’t know. The fresher the egg the harder it is to peel. Older eggs are best for egg salad and deviled eggs.

    Now it’s all a matter of preference and a matter of taste. I take my perfectly cooked eggs and cut them up.

    choppedMy preferred basic ingredients for a great egg salad is onion, (either green or yellow) celery, yellow mustard, mayonnaise, salt, and pepper.  In this recipe I use 3 eggs that makes 2 very generous sandwiches, green onion including some of the green tops and 3 small pieces of celery because that what I had on hand. Trust me this isn’t a rocket science dish. Just multiply the ingredients for 4/6/8 etc. being careful you do not over goop it with the mayo and mustard. Taste and texture count.

    ingrediantsI prefer plain old French’s yellow mustard to Dijon or stone ground for my egg salad, and I do not over salt because both the mustard and mayo have salt in them.

    minced ingredMince the onions and celery

    mashSmash the eggs with a potato masher.  I like my egg salad finely smashed and find this old fashioned tool does a great job.  The edge works to break up the whites and the smasher, smashes smashingly well.

    Once the egg salad is to your desired degree of texture, chunky or smashed add the mayo and mustard, salt and pepper to taste.  I probably used a good tablespoon of mayo, a tsp of mustard and a generous pinch or so of salt along with 4 good grinds of pepper. Toss in the onion and celery(or anything else you might decide to use) and mix it up. Taste for seasoning. Adjust as you see fit.

    blendedThat look about right to me.

    There it is. All one has to do is to decide what you are going to do with it. Stuff into Belgium endive leaves, sprinkle with hot Spanish smoked paprika or a shake of dill. Stuff into avocado halves or scooped out tomato halves. Pack into a ramekin and set out with thin toasted buttered rye bites or potato chips. Cut a cucumber in half and scoop out the seeds, stuff with egg salad and press the two halves together, cut into rounds. Makes a great appetizer or snack.  You have a basic canvas. Toss in sweet or dill pickles chopped fine or top with fried capers, sliced radish or what ever you fancy. Go for it! Dust with shaved truffles, truffle or lavender salt. You just never know how fabulous egg salad can be or how wonderful such a simple dish is to satisfy the tummy and the soul.  Plus for me it always bring back wonderful memories.

    egg salad on bagelAnd there you have it. My very first food blog complete with not so great pictures.. but I did have fun and the egg salad was delicious. Today’s special for my ever lov’n served up  on a Sesame bagel from Rounds Bagels my favorite bagel shop in Reno Nevada.

    Let me know if you liked it too.  Thanks.

  • The Courtship of Bertha and Meyer

    The Courtship of Bertha and Meyer

    Bertha and Meyer KromelowBertha was about 9 years old when her mother and father sent her from Zhitomir to Lodz Poland. Their reason was to keep her out of harms way because pogroms were frequent and also so she could learn a trade.  Bertha’s sister Naomi who was perhaps 14 years old at the time had previously been sent to Lodz and was in charge of looking after her.

    The sisters lived in a Boarding House School environment where they learned how to sew, cook, clean and do laundry. Yiddish was the common language but Bertha also knew Russian and Polish and could speak, read and write in all three.

    It happened that after Bertha’s apprenticeships she was hired as governess to the children of a wealthy Jewish family and had the opportunity to meet many young men, one of whom she became engaged too. I have never been sure if her engagement pictures was on the occasion of her engagement to that young man or to our grandfather.  Not long after they were engaged Bertha’s fiance arranged for her to meet his mother.  The meeting did not go well. The young man’s mother according to grandma was a large, gross women who took an instant dislike to grandma.  When his mother was leaving she spoke to her son in Polish, thinking grandma wouldn’t understand. “You want to marry this? She looks like a consumptive”.

    Bertha would not put up with such a insult and she new full well that with a mother-in-law like that her life would be miserable. She broke off the engagement. Her young man of course was heart broken.

    At the same time of Bertha’s breakup with her fiance Meyer returned to Lodz from Vienna. His arrival created quite a stir in the Jewish Community. Everyone was talking about him. He was educated in Vienna in the art of couture, had the appearance  of a man of the world and cut a fine figure.  Meyer also happened to be the friend of the young man Bertha was engaged to and the friend entreated Meyer to go to Bertha and plead his case.

    Bertha agreed to meet with Meyer and the night before their meeting she had a strange dream.  She found herself in a room with a slight elegant women dressed in black wearing a black bonnet tied with a bow, her hands resting on a beautiful walking stick. In the dream the women said “You will never regret marrying my son”. That was the whole dream.

    The next day Meyer came calling to plead his friends case.  Bertha told him what had happened and nothing was resolved so Meyer asked if he could talk to her again about the matter.  She agreed.  On his way out Meyer left a picture face down on the entry table. It was a picture of his mother Caroline. When Bertha picked it up and looked at it, it was the same women, dressed and posed exactly the same way as in her dream.

    A very fast courtship ensued. In less then a month of their meeting they were married.

    The story goes they had quite the wedding and immediately after grandpa hired a carriage and they headed for Warsaw where grandma’s parents now lived.  It was rumored they left in such a hurry because Grandpa who had made all the wedding arrangements skipped out on the bills. They did not stay in Warsaw long. Grandpa felt his talents were better served on a larger stage, Next stop London. England.

    Kromolow where we believed grandpa was born is about 108 miles from Lodz.   Zhitomor to Lodz is a little over 486 miles. and from Lodz to Warsaw about 81 miles.

  • On the Occassion of Ari’s 50th Birthday. August 8, 2014

    On the Occassion of Ari’s 50th Birthday. August 8, 2014

    The evening of Friday, August 7th was very special. We were at our cousin’s David and Collie Rice’s. They lived on the edge of Old Town in a very cool apartment on the nearish North side nearish to the Lake in Chicago. I just remember it was a great evening. I just remember that I settled down to sleep about 1:30 A.M. and in the next few minutes I was on my way with your father to Saint Luke’s Presbyterian.

    Just about 8:00 a.m. Saturday morning August 8, 1964 you came into this world. You, who had grown beneath my heart and who were so known but unknown. You who put me out of my skin now had me dealing with a new skin. You who forced me to realize I needed to close doors and open new ones. You who made me realize I would never, ever have all the answers and would never ever get it right, and would never ever love someone as I loved you, because you were my first born and the first miracle.Ari aug 16,1964 8 days old

    So there you were with 10 little fingers and 10 little toes.

    Sleepy eyes a button nose.

    And a rose bud mouth that roared like a lion.

    I can tell you my darling you were pretty damn try’n.

    I did not have a clue. You came with no map or operating manual. Dr. Spock was the best we had.  Like he knew anything? And of course mama knew things but then you know mama. Well maybe somethings but.. seriously..  Your first 2 months I cried a lot. I was a complete failure as a mother. I didn’t understand you and you didn’t understand me. Then one evening when David and Collie came over and we were playing some silly card game and I had you in a infant seat by my side and I turned to see how you were doing and you garbed my little finger and smiled and that was the end all and be all of the Universe. It was the biggest, most magical smile that ever was. I thought my heart would bust.  It is a perfect moment in time frozen in my minds eye.

    You gave me some terrifying moments. The bout of pneumonia, the raisin up your nose, the nickle you swallowed that got stuck in your esophagus, the terrible bouts of asthma you suffered.

    You have given me many more wonderful moments.  You are the child that when we lived on the Philadelphia Main Line in Villanova had parents ask me “Can you imagine living with that child”? They didn’t know I was your mother.  You did this fantastic routine at a school assembly impersonating Jimmy Cagney and Humphrey Bogart. You strolled out on the stage like you owned the place and stole the show. It gave me great satisfaction to say to these parents “Yes I can imagine, he’s my son”. You are the child that put on productions. Performed a whole Christmas Play that you made up with you as Gandolph and Kevin I think was Frodo. You even did the makeup.  I am convinced you could/can be a great Producer/Director/Diplomat/Legislator/Governor/President.

    Ari's 9th Birthday Villanova, PA
    Ari’s 9th Birthday Villanova, PA

    You are the child who at 3 on a scorching Florida high humidity day insisted on wearing Corduroy jeans with a long sleeve turtleneck because as you ran your sweaty palms down those pants announced “I have to wear slacks cause I’m a Slacker”.  OK.. What ever you say. And the kid that with his buddy John Hanan played with fire and brought the Bay Harbor Island Police and Fire Departments to our front door.  You are the boy who had to wear a hat. For awhile it was a Pith Helmet you just had to have from F.A.O. Schwatz in Bal Harbour earning you the name of Safari Ari.  You are the child that took to tennis like a duck to water. I loved to watch you play. You are the boy figuring his way though outrageously over priced boy cloths at Bambie’s NY announcing he wanted arroz con pollo  for dinner and then patiencely explaining it was just chicken and rice Spanish style to the gentleman you had blown away at the shop when he ask you if you even knew what that was.  You are the boy that would not stand for being ignored by the saleswomen at Gucci’s. You did get her attention and you did buy that key chain. No sales person at Gucci’s ever ignored you after that.

    You were the one that taught your brother Kevin good manners.  At least that’s what Kevin, then 4, told a man when the man asked him where he learned such nice manners after Kevin complimented him on the watermelon he was carrying. Kevin said “Oh my brother Ari teaches me my good manners”.

    Ari and Kevin at Paley Park NY 1972

    I never had to tell you to clean your room. You always wanted everything in good order. You held your first dinner party before you were 8 and you did all the cooking, I just helped a little with the prep.  Once when we were living at Tahoe I was very ill and had not been able to eat for several days. When I finally was able to lift my head up,  you came into my room with a perfect Grand Marnier Souffle.  I never have had one any better. You have become an accomplished chef, connoisseur of fine wines, excellent host and some of my greatest joy is cooking with you.

    You have grown up to be a wonderful man. People gravitate to you.  You have always had this aura that makes people want to be around you.  Perhaps it is your style and grace or perhaps your diplomacy. Maybe it’s the smile or the impeccable turn of the cuff, cut of the suit, the stories you tell, the charm you exude or your sense of humor and those terrible rude, crude yet hilarious moments you do to entertain and anyone else could never get away with. I watch you from a distance as a parent. I am blown away. You’re my kid. How did I get to be so lucky?

    Daddy’s Girl 2002

    Mostly now I watch you in your roll of father. I knew you would be the best when I was showing you how to bath your 5 day old baby girl and she peed on you and you said “Isn’t that the most adorable thing you ever saw”?  The look of complete love and devotion as you beheld the miracle that was your child, wrapping her up in a towel and completely ignoring your wet shirt and pants. In that moment what I saw was the most adorable moment of you. That was something because you have given me many adorable moments.

    I have so many more wonderful memories of your childhood, your growing up and things that we have shared and all of the things you have taught me. So much to laugh over and some to cry over.  You have a kind, loving and steadfast heart.  I have never seen you give up on anyone.

    You/We are celebrating your 50th year and thank God just from my corner of the planet I lived to celebrate this day.

    Happiest of Birthdays darling child of mine.  May you have many, mamy more. All my Love Mom

    Just a few special pics

    Ari and his long hair phaseBar Mitzva Sept 1977

    St the Miami Hyatt Mia's pageant
    At the Miami Hyatt Mia’s pageant July 2014

    Amelia 2013 Mothers Day.Ari and Tracy Dec 13 2011

  • My Children Are Drowning!

    My Children Are Drowning!

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    Hagar and Ismael

    It took the descendants of the House of Abraham’s son Issac several thousands of years to return to their God given homeland after the great Diaspora. There is something in the bone, the blood and tissue like salmon running against all odds to the streams they were spawned in over thousands of years. This longing, this need to return home, and they would not be denied.

    The history of the land of Israel is tumultuous. One conquer after another claimed it. When  the Jews were in exile these strange and “stiff necked people” persevered though every horrible persecution imaginable. There was a prayer that they carried with them through the centuries at every Passover Seder. “Next Year in Jerusalem”.

    Time and events passed, other tribes moved in and out. The land that once flowed with milk and honey became dry and dusty. In the 20th century it was a backwater of the British Empire and the British  referred to this place as Palestine. 

    And then came the final solution, the Holocaust, It was written I will bring only a remnant of you home and it came to  pass, a remnant came home.  That remnant made the desert bloom once more. The Sabra, the children of the remnant, tough like the cactus whose name they chose made the new Israel, and they were a new breed of Jews. Everyone a warrior, everyone obligated to defend the land. With good cause too because ever year or so one or the other of their neighbors were intent on wiping them out.

    While Israel now lives in relative if uneasy peace with her neighbors, who previously sought to annihilate her, it is the never settled issue of the rights of the Palestinian people to be a sovereign nation that continues to provoke constant friction. Now this. Three young Israelis were murdered.  Followed by one young Palestinian youth being murdered.  How horrible is this? How obscene?

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    And the Lord said I will bring my own sacrifice.

    Once more the sons of Abraham, Issac and Ismael, pick up their swords against each other and to what profit?   The pain, suffering, death and destruction raining down on the citizens of Gaza is indeed horrifying. It is not the first time innocents of Gaza have been the victims of their corrupt, fanatical terrorist leaders, who while the wrath they have provoked rages through the streets of Gaza, sit comfortably far away from the mayhem wiping the fat from their lips. They bemoan the injustice of it all and when asked. “Will you live peacefully and recognize your neighbor” they answer “No”.

    These are not happy times. Israel will once again cripple Hamas but there can be no rejoicing when Hamas’s rockets stop being lobed into Israel and Israel’s bombs stop dropping on Gaza. There can be no rejoicing when the children of Abraham put down their arms, bury their dead and return to that uneasy normal. Tomorrow or the next day this will appear to be at an end. We will go on with our everyday lives and forget the pain and the impossible conditions the people of Gaza are living under and the constant fear the people of Israel live under.  We will make our pronouncements and pontificate. The politicians will puff and bluster, the blood will continue to seep at the slow rate that assures disease, nothing will be done of any substance. Fingers will continue to be pointed, each side blaming the other. The wound will fester and then they will be at it again.

    According to Jewish legend, when the angels began rejoicing as the Hebrews escaped and Pharaohs  soldiers drowned God reprimanded them, saying: “My children are drowning, and you’re singing songs!” This midrash (rabbinic story) teaches us that we should not rejoice in the sufferings of our enemies. (Telushkin, Joseph. “Jewish Literacy.” pgs 35-36). There can be no rejoicing. My children are drowning.

  • My Life and Times with the Nevada Diabetes Association

    My Life and Times with the Nevada Diabetes Association

    Not long after I met Ashton in 1980 he came home one day and said “do you know there is nothing in this town to help people who have diabetes?  Don’t you think we should do something about that”? And so we did.  We started the Diabetic Educational Center and I spent the last 33 1/2 years working to create greater awareness and provide services for children, adults and families affected by this chronic health condition.

    We brought the very first diabetes education program to Nevada.  We provided camperships for children to attend special camp programs and we started an emergency medical program to help people with diabetes get at least a month supply of their insulin, test strips and other diabetes supplies.  We ran the organization for 20 years from the home office of Interface Computer Associates. Basically the whole operation consisted of me and my computer and Ashton’s technical expertise backed up by a great Board of Directors that in the formative years included Drs. Ernest Mazzaferri, James Atcheson, Robert Rosenquist and Robert Fredericks .

    Thanks to our son Kevin the D.E.C. had a web presence when the internet was still a baby and was the only organization in Nevada to be included in the 1996 Internet World Exposition

    We had many wonderful friends who help us get this organization up and running. Vera and Sydney Stern and their daughter Susan were instrumental in launching the D.E.C..  My dear friend Martha Gould served on the Board of Directors in various positions for many years and remains to this day a strong supporter. The late great Paul O. Wiig, M.D. who at the time was Chairman of the Board of the Robert Z. Hawkins Foundation saw to it that we got the seed money to develop the Diabetes Education Program.

    I spent a good deal of time during the Nevada Legislative sessions doing advocacy and building coalitions to change laws governing healthcare and we were successful in getting HMO’s and PPO’s to cover people with diabetes and assure that the Medicaid formulas exempted diabetes drugs.  It didn’t hurt that we had a good friend in the Assembly, Assemblywoman Vivian Freeman as well as two powerhouse legislators Assemblyman and Speaker of the House Joe Dini and Senator Bill Raggio.

    BI-PARTISAN SUPPORT — More than 100 people came to honor former Assemblywoman Vivian Freeman's legacy at WashoeDEMS headquarters on January 18, including (standing from left) longtime activist and celebration co-chair Mylan Hawkins, former State Sen. Bernice Mathews, D-Reno, top gun attorney Margo Piscevich, and former Washoe County Assessor and Truckee Meadows Democratic Alliance Chairman Bob McGowan, D. Seated (l to r) artist Renate Neumann, top gun attorney Peter Chase Neumann and former Nevada Lt. Governor Sue Wagner, R.
    BI-PARTISAN SUPPORT — More than 100 people came to honor former Assemblywoman Vivian Freeman’s legacy at WashoeDEMS headquarters on January 18, including (standing from left) longtime activist and celebration co-chair Mylan Hawkins, former State Sen. Bernice Mathews, D-Reno, top gun attorney Margo Piscevich, and former Washoe County Assessor and Truckee Meadows Democratic Alliance Chairman Bob McGowan, D. Seated (l to r) artist Renate Neumann, top gun attorney Peter Chase Neumann and former Nevada Lt. Governor Sue Wagner, R.

    In 1997 when the Nevada Diabetes Council was being formed Salli Vannucci, the Program Director called me regarding a mutual acquaintance, Dr. Claude Lardinois who at one time served on the Board of the Diabetic Educational Center.  Claude founded a nonprofit, the Nevada Children’s Diabetes Association, that year because the Nevada Chapter of the American Diabetes Association had abandon Camp NVADA a one week program held up at Lake Tahoe for children with diabetes.  Salli told me Claude was having a problem getting the organization up and running and asked me if I could help.  I called Claude, we set up an appointment and the Nevada Diabetes Association for Children and Adults was born.  What I did was merge the Diabetic Educational Center with Claude’s newly formed organization, expand the Board of Directors and in 2000 move out of Interface Computer Associates  office’s and into office’s for the NDA at 1001 Terminal Way in Reno. We were on our way to the big time.

    NDA LogoWe were fortunate to have as a member of our Board Terry Lee Wells  who along with many others help put together our first major fund raising event we called the GEM Awards. Jessica Longley, who was one of our Camp Counselors at the time and who now is an attorney and serves on the Board, suggested we try and get the 1999 Miss America Nicole Johnson as our guest speaker. The event honored the B.C. McCabe Foundation and Robert Fisher, Executive Director of the Nevada Broadcasters Association. As luck would have it our event took place after the new Miss America was crowned so we were able to get Miss Johnson as our star for half price. Still in all everyone held their breath in hopes we would break even. We did better then that and we never had a losing event in all the years I was at the helm.

    1999 GEM Awards with prince Ashton Hawkins, Miss America Nicole Johnson and Mylan Hawkins
    1999 GEM Awards with Prince Ashton Hawkins, Miss America Nicole Johnson and Mylan Hawkins

    This is what we did and what we do.

    In 1998, the NDA supported one camp program for children with diabetes, ages 8 to 12, at Lake Tahoe. We now have 2 week long resident camps, a week-end family camp, a week-end teen camp,  a week long day camp, a one day camp for children and families, 2 family support programs, a adult support program and free community education programs.  The programs help children and adults learn to successfully live with diabetes by providing education that helps them to become self sufficient in managing their condition and instills confidence.  These programs also help families learn important skills which in turn successfully helps their child.  It also relieves many concerns parents have about raising a child with a chronic and potentially life threatening condition.

    Camp 2013
    The NDA has the 2nd largest Camp Programs for Children with Diabetes in the U.S.
    Camp Buck Buddies
    Camp Buck Buddies

    In 1999, the NDA held its first all day diabetes continuing education (CE) program. Continuing Medical Education programs were discontinued in 2008.

    In 2000, the NDA received a grant from the State of Nevada Diabetes Control Program to develop a Nevada Diabetes Resource Directory and Guidelines for Children with Diabetes in School.  The Resource Directory and Guidelines are updated annually to keep information and resources current.  This was also the year that we established Camp Vegas our 2nd resident Camp Program.

    The NDA is also a part of the CDC’s Diabetes Today Training Program that utilizes this resource to develop community based programs for the prevention and detection of diabetes. The “Defeat Diabetes Project” is an example of the type of program that creates partnerships to meet the goal of reducing the burden of diabetes in our communities and state. “Defeat Diabetes” partners included the NDA, HAWC Clinic, Nevada Hispanic Services, Reno Host Lions Club, Saint Mary’s and the Washoe District Health Department.  The project targets the Hispanic Community as well as other high risk and at risk populations providing information, educational handouts and free diabetes screenings. The protocol for this program has been made available to and duplicated by other organization throughout the state.

    In 2001, the NDA became a licensed site for the Stanford Chronic Disease Self-management Program.  This training provided the NDA with the ability to facilitate the program in Nevada and train leaders for the program.  Two day Camp Programs were also established in 2001. One in Reno and one in Las Vegas, Grants from the State of Nevada Diabetes Control Program to the NDA, brought the “Lighten-Up” program from the Medical School of South Carolina to meet the needs of the African American community.  This program uses faith-based principles along with health messages to reduce the risk of diabetes, heart disease and stoke and help those who may have these conditions avoid complications.

    In May of 2002, the NDA established a regional Board of Directors and office in Clark County, NV and took over support of the DCAF (Diabetes in Children and Families) Support Group.  The NDA supports an annual DCAF Health Fair, Summer Family Picnic and Holiday Party. During the same year, the organization received a grant from the State of Nevada Tobacco funds to facilitate the Chronic Disease Self Management Program statewide for a 2 year period.  Twenty-one teams were trained and licensed to offer the program at various sites throughout the state.

    Since 2002, the NDA has grown its programs to include the “Small Changes Big Rewards” program, “Eye of the Eagle” program and “Surviving the Holidays” These programs are made available to businesses, organizations and individuals free of charge. They have enabled the NDA to establish numerous partnerships across the state and further reduce the incidence of diabetes and its complications in both adults and children.  The “Eye of the Eagle” program was the first program developed by a non-profit from Nevada to be selected for presentation at the 2006 CDC Diabetes Translation Conference.

    In 2007, the NDA expanded staffing to include a Director for our Southern Nevada office and brought the management of our camp programs in house by hiring a Director of Camps. These additions to our staff enable the organization to closely manage and oversee the programs we offer.

    In 2008 the NDA implemented a teen camp program sponsored in part by the Reno Rodeo Foundation and the Injection Connection Program for Teens in Southern Nevada.  The Savvy Patient Program was also started as a pilot program for adults dealing with diabetes and other chronic health conditions.

    In 2010 plans were started to have a Teen Injection Connection in Reno, explore partnerships to address Diabetes Peripheral  Neuropathy and provide an ongoing  adult diabetes support and education program at a local Adult Residence Center.

    In 2011 the Northern Nevada Injection Connection was started. A partnership with Pfizer Inc. created a program to address DPN.  In addition the NDA established under its 501(c)3 registered as a nonprofit in California as the California Diabetes Association.

    The Pfizer Program, ABC’s of Diabetes grew in 2012 and 2013 and this year, 2014, will provide both a physician and patient component.

    A enterprise may start with one persons idea but it really takes many people with the talents and commitment to see that the enterprise succeeds.  I have been blessed to have many excellent volunteers, staff, friends and community that have made the NDA success possible.

    There is always more that needs to be done and more to do. One day with luck our services will no longer be need, because this cursed disease will be no more. In the meantime until there is a cure the NDA is here to help.

  • In Search of the Name of Kromelow

    In Search of the Name of Kromelow

    It was somewhat of a family mystery as to how the surname Kromelow came about.  Not much is known about my Grandfather Meyer’s  family history.  My mother told me his parents were Irwin and Caroline and that a picture of her was instrumental in her parents courtship.  Meyer had several brothers who also emigrated to the United States, but I believe they changed their name to Lewis when they came here. To make matters more confusing Meyer was in business with one brother in London and supposedly they went by the surname of James during that time.

    It is thanks to my cousin Hilary Joseph who reported that her father my Uncle Joe, told her that Kromolow was the name of Meyer’s hometown and that his real surname was Kifyatkovsky or perhaps spelled Kviatkovsky. She located a district of the city of Zawiercie in modern Poland that is named Kromolow (pronounced Kromowoff with the accent on the last syllable).  According to the website Kromolow is the oldest quarter of the city, and there is other information about synagogues and cemeteries indicating a Jewish presence. In 1847 the Warsaw-Vienna railway was completed. Zawiercie is very close to this important line, which led to rapid economic development. It is certain that the Warsaw-Vienna railway was how Meyer’s mother got him out of the clutches of the Tzar, out of Kromolow and sent him off to be educated in Vienna.

    The picture is part of  the Yad Vashem Photo Archive » Kromolow, Poland, Maltreatment of Jews

    It was a wise move to leave this place.
    It was a wise move to leave this place.

    Hilary’s research on migration generally, in connection with economic development in China, suggests that it is the middle class of a population which tends to migrate, those with resources and higher aspirations, not the poorest people and Meyer’s family fits this profile.

    At another website, a search for Kromolow indicates that it was located in the Russian Empire before World War I and in Poland thereafter. The Yiddish pronunciation of the name is Krimilov.

    It is not far fetched to assume that in their travels from Poland to England, using the name of Meyer’s home town as a surname was easier to use then his birth surname.  It is also easy to assume that immigration officials would have had an easier time pronouncing Kromolow as opposed to Kifyatkovsky.  The name still had a way to go to evolve as evidenced in the 1920  U.S. Census.

    My thanks to my cousin Susan Kromelow for finding the last piece of information. It takes a family to dig up it’s roots.

     

  • Family History

    Family History

    What is our fascination with wanting to know where we came from and who we are descended from?  When I met my husband Prince Ashton Hawkins he told me that he was a descendent on both sides of his family from the Mayflower.  Not to be outdone I informed him I was descended on both sides of my family from the giving of the 10 Commandments.

    What is this thing about blood lines and class. status? I never have figured it out.  However my family and Ashton’s family and all the families we come in contact with have stories to tell.  I would like our Granddaughters to know something about their history.  So I will begin with my mother’s side of the family.

    My mother’s family name is Kromelow.  If you know someone with that name we are related.  I do believe we are the only ones in America with the name of Kromelow, but we are also Brosk, Rice, Slatin. O’Neil, Joseph’s, Hawkins, Roloff and more as the daughters marry and/or the children assume nom de plumes.

    The journey to America by my mother’s parents was much like many, many others who came here seeking a better life..but there was a twist.

    They came here from England to Halifax to Chicago Illinois from their roots in Poland and the Ukraine. What is interesting is that was all of Russia then.. so they considered themselves as coming from Russia.

    Grandma front. grandma back

    Antique postcards of Zhitomir, estimated date around 1895-1905.

    This is my grandmother.  Bertha (Bronia) Katz. The picture was taken in Ludz Poland She was born into a family of Ukrainian/Russian Jews sometime around 1874 in Zhitomir, Ukraine .

    Her grandparents were Menasha and Froyam Fine (Fein) on her mother’s side and Theodore and Diana Katz on her father’s side. Her parents were Miriam Fine and Isadore Katz. Bronya was one of six children. She had two brothers Abraham and Israel and three sisters Naomi, Ethel and Bessie. Her father Isadore was a Rabbi and in her extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins there were many artists, writers, musicians and intellectuals. So the story begins.

  • Everyone has a Feast

    Everyone has a Feast

    The other day Ashton came home with a brick of seed and put it down in the front lawn by the false plum tree on a patch of earth that the rabbits and quails have worn bare. The little birds, sparrows, finch, chickadees descended on that block with unbelievable energy. It has been a all day show. The big birds like the doves and the quail haven’t been quite sure what to make of it.

    Papa Quail has gotten on top of the block and pecked at it. Mama Quail has attacked the side. The Baby Quail do their best to stay out of the mileu.  Mainly the little birds are all over it like flies on fly paper. The doves just hang out on the sidelines. The cacophony of bird conversation starts at first light and where as before died down until before sunset now goes on all day.  Much like the chatter at a well attended dinner event.

    I sit at my desk working on all the everyday things that have to be done, along with the projects that I have taken on and I am distracted.  The birds have taken over.  We have a all day birdie dining spot and everyone’s here for the feast.

    Speaking of feasting this is what we dined on at our latest NNWA (Northern Nevada Wine Association) Diner.  The Dinner was held at Bricks and featured Peju Wines.

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    It was all very nicely prepared. My favorite was the Peju Sauvignon blanc with the Crab appetizer and the Merlot with the lamb main course.

    The best part is the friends we share this with. Oh and the entire restaurant sounded just like our front yard with everyone just chirping away and enjoying the feast.

     

  • Reflections on the day.

    Reflections on the day.

    It is always fun to be a guest on Nevada News Makers with Sam Shad. That’s how yesterday began,  We talked about the Affordable Care Act.  Our segment is the last half of the show and what amazes me is that supposedly intelligent people still do not have a clue. It’s by no means a perfect solution to providing health coverage and access to healthcare  in this country but it is a start.

    I picked up my friend Nancy Eklof after the show and we went and opened the Nevada Shakespeare Company bank account. It seemed to take forever. By the time everything was done we were starving and Pho seemed like a good choice. Plus Monday lunches with Nancy have become a regular habit.

    Pho (correctly pronounced fuh) has very good fuh. I had Pho Dac Biet and Nancy had their chicken curry, plus I ordered Pho Ga and spring rolls to take home to Ashton.  This little restaurant is always busy. The prices are very reasonable, everything is cooked to order  and we both had plenty of food to take home to enjoy later.

    I must admit however that I was a bit off center yesterday. My dear friend Martha Gould has been ill and very much on my mind. Sam had inquired about Martha. He was concerned because he had been trying to reach her.  Martha had a serious bout of pneumonia that had gone undetected despite several trips to the hospital.  Fortunately Stephan her son and daughter-in law Karen who is a physician came into town and made arrangements to take her to their home in Colorado.  When I got home I called Martha and though she is still very weak she is doing much better.

    Martha got me involved in Nevada politics and because of Martha I was front and center in Nevada’s for ERA and I ended up running the Equality Now campaign and  Nevada’s Campaign for Choice  But that is a conversation for another day.  Let us say for now I miss my friend.

    prince's plaque

    The evening ended on a high note. The dedication of a plaque on the rock at the Hawkins Amphitheater to Ashton’s father Prince A. Hawkins. and an outstanding evening of music by the Reno Philharmonic Orchestra. It was wonderful seeing family and friends and sharing in this very special occasion.

  • Fun-Friends-Food and the Thing About Ageing

    Fun-Friends-Food and the Thing About Ageing

    It’s a party for our friend Diane Kennedy’s mother Blanche Brouillard who is celebrating her 97th Birthday today.  Blanche is a remarkable women and a inspiration. She is a wonderful example of why a good attitude leads to a long life and along with Ashton’s Aunt Betts and the late great Marion Belford are among my role models for what I want to be when I get into my 90ies and 100s.

    There is a thing about aging well that I have have noticed and it doesn’t have to do with looks. It has more to do with attitude, curiosity, understanding that everything is not all about you and a sense of humor.  Bitterness makes you old before your time.  Rolling with the punches as they say keeps you on your toes and keeps you aware. Curiosity keeps you learning, exploring, growing and not getting stuck in a time or place. Knowing it’s not all about you keeps things in perspective and develops empathy. A sense of humor ..well you can’t get from point A to point B on this planet without one. Plus you need to be able to laugh at yourself. Taking oneself too seriously will put lines in your face.

    blanche's 97th bd

    It was a wonderful celebration in honor of a very special lady.  We should all live long and prosper and have the days of our lives remembered in such a loving way.

    buffetNow as for the food. Diane is a great chef, Gregg is a fabulous host and the table is always resplendent with excellent culinary delights. We are all foodies. It was a summer picnic buffet. Craw daddies, meat balls in perfect tomato sauce, corn on the cob, potato salad, several dips of the humus variety, guacamole, watermelon, blueberries, strawberries (these were incredible) blue corn chips, cheese, crackers, a vegetable plate and let us not forget the cake, a whipped cream strawberries dipped in chocolate delight and of course the wine.

    The company. Everyone really special from Dr. Bob, Mercedes and Isabelle who is an exceptional child. At 10 she is smarter then most people at 40. The Captain and Ms Coco (aka Nancy E.) and many others all very special people making it a very special evening.

    Now my beloved and I are home. There is a soft rain falling. We are drinking Golden Eye Pinot 2011 Anderson Valley for our night cap.

    Life is a piece of cake at least for me and mine.

    In the mean time. The war rages on in Gaza. 

    A do nothing congress does nothing

    And Harvey may not have to go to jail.  I think that would be a serious waste of time and money given the Citizen United decision by the SCOTUS.