The Foods We Hate, The Memories That Cling

In family-history discussions we often talk about the power beloved family recipes can exert in bringing warm, vivid memories to life.

Not long ago, I got an unexpected reminder that bad food memories also pack a punch. One of my favorite non-genealogy reads is David Lebovitz’s beguiling blog about cooking, eating and living in Paris. My epiphany there came in the comments section of a recent post on French charcuterie.

As you might imagine, one reader’s ick is another’s addiction, especially when it comes to charcuterie. So the comments inevitably turned to the question of foods people absolutely Will Not Eat, and why entire cultures sometimes put certain foods on the Will Not Eat List.

For instance, David speculated that the reason rabbits remain off-limits to many people might be that “perhaps they are associated with hard times.”

One of his readers from the U.S. chimed in to agree, saying he had once encountered an elderly neighbor who wouldn’t touch rabbit for very specific, personal reasons. For years during the Depression, this woman’s enterprising mother raised rabbits in backyard hutches, bartering them for goods and services and, of course, putting them in the stewpot nearly every day.

My mother, on the other hand, hated lentils. Lentil soup was on the menu every single Friday night of every year she spent growing up in her parents’ strictly Catholic home, in the days when all Fridays were meatless.

And my mother-in-law cannot stand spaghetti.  This is because her Great Depression was spent in a small farming community in South Dakota, where spaghetti was the only reliable entrée for weeks on end, during a particularly desperate stretch. So desperate did this stretch get, that there was actually a food drop from an airplane bearing government-surplus supplies. My mother-in-law and all the other children scrambled out to the field, excited beyond belief at what might be there.

“And what do you think they dropped?” she asked. “Spaghetti!”

The bitterness in her voice was still sharp after more than six decades.

Or consider the case of a gentleman from Rostock, Germany who finally decided to open and taste a 64-year-old can of lard he’d been saving “for emergencies” ever since he acquired it in an aid package in the devastation of postwar Germany. (The verdict? “Gritty and tasteless,” but edible.)

Bad eats can be a potent catalyst for memories, just like good eats. And the stories are just as absorbing.


Links, 3.21.12

Tracings: Well, if Wanda Sykes’ story is anything to go by, it’s going to be an addictive journey with Finding Your Roots, the new PBS exploration from Henry Louis Gates Jr. that debuts this Sunday. Research for the show traced Sykes’ roots clear back to 17th-century Virginia, “an extraordinary case,” according to historian Ira Berlin. The New York Times has more fascinating details.

Choices: If you sense a major shift in your computer universe, and maybe even your genealogy software, here’s a useful overview of the more popular choices. But what I really liked were the tips on auditioning new genealogy software before you take the leap.

Echoes: Here’s a tidbit of interest for Titanic (and insurance?) buffs: Letters From a Lost Liner, an overview of a National Archives collection of documents pertaining to the claims filed against the White Star Line after the disaster. One story they tell concerns some long-forgotten minor players in the great drama — the mail clerks assigned to the liner’s Sea Post Office, who died safeguarding more than 3,000 sacks of mail aboard the doomed ship.


Irish Links Edition, 3.16.12

Please Order Your Green Mini-Bagels by Friday, read the sign in my local bagel bakery a few days ago.

“Thanks for the warning,” I muttered darkly. I went home complaining about how many shades of wrong that was, all of them green, only to be interrupted by the offspring.

“Green bagels? They’re great! We had them at the class party last year,” said the younger one.

“Can we get some for lunch tomorrow, Mom?” asked the older one.

It was almost enough to make me pack black pudding in their lunchboxes, I tell you. But green-tinted foods are the cross we bear here in the States on St. Patrick’s Day. A non-negotiable symbol, however much I’d wish otherwise. Therefore, I take refuge in seasonal blog posts that are blessedly free of green food dye.

• Speaking of non-negotiable symbols, here’s a shamrock story from a Tipperary storyteller.

Findmypast.ie has seasonal appeal, a fine excuse for me to poke around over there again.

Irish Genealogy News updates us on the National Archives of Ireland’s catalogue of calendars of grants of probate of wills and letters of administration, 1858-1912.

• Deborah at Help! The Faerie Folk Hid My Ancestors posts a touching video of a re-interment service in Pennsylvania for victims of the Duffy’s Cut debacle of 1832 — a horrifying story of cholera, violence and neglect among impoverished railroad workers. It is good to know that at least some of the dead from this long-ago disaster have been given a ceremonial burial.

• Tonight GeneaBloggers Radio has a dynamic panel of experts (more about them here) to talk about Tracing Your Irish Roots. Check out the show (at 9 p.m. Eastern).

• And if you are still indecisive about your St. Patrick’s Day celebration plans, let the Archaeologist help! Make some brown bread. Or even slumgullion, if the supermarket is sold out of corned beef. Learn how not to sing The Wild Colonial Boy. We are nothing if not helpful here.

Just don’t ask us to pour you any green beer. Please.


Quote of the Day

“Every person has a story and you just have to ask.”

– Eleven-year-old Eli Boardman of Boulder, Co., editor/publisher of his own community newspaper, the Boardman Camera, 200 editions old and still going strong. (As reported by Jim Romenesko.)

Words of wisdom for genealogists, as well as youthful journalists!


Found: A Family

Police in South Lake Tahoe, Calif., located the long-lost kin of reclusive twin sisters who were found dead in their home late last month.  Patricia and Joan Miller, 73, had been entertainers in their youth and were retired from clerical jobs. They had little contact with their neighbors or anyone else, as far as anyone could tell. Reports Cristina Silva of the Associated Press:

With little information about the twins’ personal lives to work from, investigators issued a public plea this week asking for help in notifying the sisters’ next of kin.

The response was overwhelming. Emails and phone calls poured in and with the help of amateur genealogists who read media accounts of the sisters’ deaths, investigators tracked down a first cousin and two second cousins late Wednesday.

[Detective Matt] Harwood said the sisters deserved to have their family know about their death, and he was pleased to complete that mission with help from “people from across the country, just your Average Joe wanting to try their hand on genealogy,” he said.

Good work.

Links, 3.7.12

Sad aftermath: So many stories of destruction from the recent devastating tornadoes in the Midwest. Springfield (Ill.) columnist Dave Bakke writes a poignant piece about a ruined church and the hole it leaves in a small town’s past.

Vigilance pays: A man charged with stealing dozens of memorial vases (with bronze stripes)  from a cemetery in Port Angeles, Wash., was turned in by the alert owner of a metal recycling business, who became suspicious when the vases were offered to him for sale. Well spotted.

Risky legacies: Interesting article about medical researchers using a Family Tree Mortality Ratio to analyze risk of sudden death through inherited cardiac arrhythmias.


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