September 2024 Alamodoso Magazine Timberon Edition
A local Doctor provides truly compassionate care and proven solutions for chronic pain and complicated conditions.
Care root ed in Empathy and Experience
Do you ever wonder what it is that makessome Doctors so incredibly compassionatewhile others have a bedside manner better suited for the DMV?
In the caseof Dr. Janet Quintanilla, DOM,Dipl.OM of SonomaAcupuncture Integrative Health it isa caseof true empathy. "I suffered from cluster migraines in my teens." Cluster migraines are named such for their debilitating pain that is a step above the norm. "I had migraine headaches 3-5 days a week that were so intense I was often bed ridden and would become physically sick."Being that migraineis one of those complicated conditions
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not fully understood,Dr. Quintanilla's options were prescription medications that often did not work and to make lifestyle changesto limit triggers that often causemigraine."It was no way to live," she shares"I was young and should've been living a bright vibrant life. Instead I was avoiding long exposure to fluorescent lights and doing my best to prepare for changing weather conditions.
As you can imagine,the summer heat and stormy seasonswere especially rough.
It wasn't until her primary care doctor sent her to an acupuncturist that she found relief.
"Thisis why I often refer to my practice as'The Last Resort With The Best Results.' You've been everywhere else and been given the samedisheartening prognosis,prescribed the same medications and told 'this is just something you're goingto have to learn to live with."
Soon after her incredible experiencewith the healingarts she made the life changing decisionto pursue her doctorate in acupuncture, "acupuncture quite literally savedmy life and I wanted to sharethat with the world," sheproclaims.
Your Golden Years Should Be Golden
While in school she watched as her grandmother beganto suffer from peripheralneuropathy. "Your golden years should be golden, not plagued with insufferable pain while doctors and specialiststell you there is nothing they can do."
Understanding that Eastern Medicine excelswhere Western Medicine fails,Dr. Quintanilla set forth to develop treatment protocols for all variations of Peripheral Neuropathy (including diabetic and chemotherapyinduced) and now has a 90% successrate in treating this once difficult to managecondition.
"[Dr. Quintanilla] is just such a wonderful, unique person. You mention what's bothering you and before you know it, it's gone!"
Here we see one of the oldest deeds ever recorded. Abraham had just lost Sarah. Far from home and family, he finds himself in need of a burial plot. So he goes to the Children of Heth and offers to buy a field and a cave from a fellow named Ephron. Ephron agrees to sell to Abraham for 400 pieces of silver.
“And Abraham listened to Ephron, and Abraham weighed out the silver for Ephron which he had named in the hearing of the sons of Hĕth, four hundred sheqels of silver, currency of the merchants. Thus the field of Ephron which was in Makpĕlah, which was before Mamrĕ, the field and the cave which was in it, and all the trees that were in
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the field, which were within all the surrounding borders, were deeded to Abraham as a possession in the presence of the sons of Hĕth, before all who went in at the gate of his city. And after this Abraham buried Sarah his wife in the cave of the field of Makpĕlah, before Mamrĕ, that is Hebron, in the land of Kenaʽan. Thus the field and the cave that is in it were deeded to Abraham by the sons of Hĕth as property for a burial site.” (Gen. 23.16-20)
If you’re familiar with the Bible, you understand the story that just unfolded with the purchase of this property. The deeds we read in the deed room give us the same information today.
For instance, we find in Gen. 23 that Abraham was widowed. We see he paid for the property in cash. We understand that the legal boundaries of the property are the field, as well as the cave at the end of the field.
We know the state, city and county the property is located in. These days, we call this a legal description.
The passage also states that Ephron conveyed lumber rights to Abraham in this purchase.
I'm talkin about the days when you could open the hood of a car with a pair of pliers and a screwdriver, prop it up with a broomstick and quickly identify the battery, carburetor, the starter, the spark plugs, the distributor, and the alternator.
Looking back, those were the good old days, gone now. You now have to have a map to locate any of those items under the hood, and, listen to this, they may not even be there anymore!
I, for one, miss the old days when we could actually work on our own cars. We all had our own tool boxes, in case of a breakdown, and there were plenty of those.
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We all drove old clunkers, times were hard, couldn't afford a new car. Asense of accomplishment, but, sadly, those days are gone.
Recently my wife went out to start her car one morning, and nothing.....
"My car won't start." She informed me, interrupting my busy morning watchin "Gunsmoke" on TV.
Hmmmm......... "No problem," I said, it had been a while since my mechanical knowledge had been put to the test...Mr. Handyman....
"Probably the battery. I'll check it out." I told my wife. Ha, guess what? There was no battery under the hood. I searched for thirty minutes. What the bleep......
"I can't find the bleepin battery, the damn things not in there! How in the world can a car run without a battery?" I asked my wife.....Alright, not one to give up, I dug thru the glove compartment, "who named it the glove compartment?" There were no gloves, but the manual was there, hidden underneath all the junk my wife could gather in several years, among them, a few unidentifiables, but mostly junk, some old bobby pins, and hair curlers....hair curlers???, plus a couple of packages of peanut butter cheese crackers.
Afew hours later, munching on cheese crackers, reading thru the owners manual, I learned some lunatic, who had
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apparently escaped from a mental institution, had hired on with the auto company, worked his way up to designer, and had hidden the battery in a compartment in the floorboard behind the front passenger seat.
And, get this, you had to have a special screwdriver to access the battery. This guy's probably still on the loose out there somewhere, acting like a normal person. I think he's also the guy that hid the jack, and invented the donut spare. Hmm. I marked my place in the owners manual with a bobby pin and went searching for that special screwdriver.
Yes, I'll have to admit, I was once a shade tree mechanic. My first car was a 1951 Ford, well used, and saved from a wrecking yard by me, and forty hard earned dollars.After a few tire repairs, radiator repair with "Bar's Leak", a jump start, some gasoline and starting fluid sprayed into the carburetor, it exploded into a sustained racket, music to my ears. When most of the smoke finally cleared, I was the proud owner of a running car, hittin on most of the cylinders, a huge step up in life for
a teenager. I had wheels.
But, my mechanic'in days are over. I still exhibit a little car savvy, shopping for a new car, in an effort to impress the car salesman, let him know I'm not just another pretty face.
"Well, lets have a look under the hood." I tell the salesman, I don't know why, I can't find anything on the new cars anyway, but, that's what we all said back in the old days,
"Lets have a look under the hood." Once the hood was raised, a quick examination, everything seems to be in the right place, "nice radiator," I say, at least one familiar sight, a couple of uh huhs, and, I sees, we closed the hood, walked around and kicked the
tires a couple of times. I think in the old days, they kicked the tires to see if any parts fell off the car. Failing to detect any defects while kicking the tires, we had a look in the trunk. No bodies.
Yes, the old ways are truly gone, blown away with the New Mexico wind.....
"My car won't start!" My wife says.
"Call the mechanic!" I say.... ....."I'm watching Gunsmoke."
TULAROSA FREIGHTERS
By Joe Ben Sanders
In 1880, the Victorio War raged across southern New Mexico and hundreds of settlers were killed by Victorio's Apache warriors.
The brave men of Tularosa knew the dangers, but still they freighted goods into the village. For years I have searched for and relocated the old wagon roads leading into Tularosa. I have walked many miles of these old wagon roads and still do.
I can appreciate the isolation and dangers these early "truck drivers" faced as they left loved ones behind
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The wagon roads led to Anton Chico, Fort Stanton, El Paso, Las Cruces, Fort Craig, and Paraje, below San Antonio. Traces of many of these early wagon roads can still be seen and the old watering places, like Tecolote Well and Pinos Wells, were located on early maps and can be found and revisited.
After years of explorations, I wanted to know the names of the Tularosa folks that rode these lonely and dangerous trails. I found them listed in the 1880 census schedules.
In 1880, most Tularosans were farmers if male and "keeping house" if female. Yet, some, like me, rather face a violent death on a lonely wagon road than be a farmer. The following are the ones from Tularosa who made a living freighting goods.
Many worked for the Blazer sawmill and hauled lumber to El Paso. Others brought commodities like coffee, sugar, and dry goods.
The freighters in 1880 Tularosa were Jose Martinez, Ladislado Borunda, Julian Gallegos Chaves, Perfecto Telles, Epifanio Padilla, Benito Montoya, Tiburcio Duran, Eduardo Cadena, Emeterio Prado, Rosalio Molina, Gonzales, Martin Gonzales, Gavilán? Coninda, Teofila Domingo, Serapio Marquez, & Juan Chavarilla.
Now, our village is small and our past close. My next
door neighbor, Richard Gutierres, once told me that Victorio killed his grandfather. I verified that for on September 5, 1880, Francisco Baca was killed about where 16th Street and North Florida Street intersect in Alamogodo.
His great grandfather was Ladislado Borunda who is on our 1880 list. And Richard's wife, Eliza, who was 91 years old, told me that her grandfather was Bonito Montoya who also freighted in 1880. Her grandmother, Virginia Rodriques, was born in Tularosa in 1867 and fed Billy the Kid when he was jailed in Tularosa, likely April 26,1880, when Billy passed through on his way back to Lincoln to hang.
This story honors the memory of these brave Tularosa family men who traveled the lonely wagon roads and braved the elements and Victorio's Warriors and brought home the bacon. And, I would like to think, a bag of candy or toy for the little ones.
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Preparation
Step 1
Char peppers over a flame or in cast iron skillet, put in a paper bag or bowl covered with plastic, and let steam for 10 minutes. Peel and remove seeds, chop fine. Peel, core and chop tomatoes.
Step 2
In a large (8-quart or larger) cast iron Dutch oven or combine tomatoes, peppers, onions, vinegar, rum, sugar, chili powder, cumin, salt, mustard, and cayenne.
Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer gently, uncovered, about 2 hours or til mixture is about the consistency of catsup, stirring occasionally.
Puree with an immersion blender til very smooth while still cooking (be careful so you don't burn yourself).
Step 3
Immediately ladle chili sauce into hot, clean halfpint jars, leaving 1/2-inch headspace. Wipe jar rims and adjust lids.
Process in a boiling-water canner for 15 minutes (start timing when water returns to boil). Remove jars from canner; cool on racks.
Store in cool, dark pantry just like and other food that is home canned.
New Mexico Red Chile Sauce
Ingredients
2 tablespoons canola oil
20 New Mexico dried red chile pods, stemmed and seeded
10 dried chile de arbol peppers, stemmed and seeded
1 large yellow onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 quart chicken stock, or more if needed
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon ground coriander
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 tablespoon honey (Optional)
Directions
1. Coat the bottom of a heavy saucepan with oil; add chile pods. Toast over medium heat until aromatic, about 3 minutes.
2. Stir in onion and garlic; cook and stir until fragrant, about 5 minutes.
3. Add enough chicken stock to allow pods to float; simmer until they develop the texture of wet leather, 5 to 7 minutes.
4. Fill blender halfway with chile-stock mixture. Cover and hold lid down with a potholder; pulse a few times before leaving on to blend.
5. Pour into a bowl; repeat with remaining mixture. Strain sauce through a fine mesh strainer into a saucepan over medium heat. Discard solids.
6. Stir cumin, coriander, and oregano into the saucepan; add honey.
7. Cook until sauce is thick and evenly coats the back of a spoon, about 10 minutes.
SUPER HOT HOT SAUCE
It's extremely hot and not for the faint of heart. For true chiliheads only! This might just be the hottest hot sauce in the world that you can make right at home! Ingredients
3 Red Habanero Peppers
3 Ghost Peppers
3 Carolina Reaper Peppers
3 Trinidad Scorpion Peppers
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3 Seven-Pot Doughlah Peppers
3 Chili Pequin Peppers
Basil Leaves
Vinegar
Salt
DIRECTIONS
Roast the peppers. Heat an oven to 400°F. Set the superhot chili peppers and garlic on a baking sheet and bake them about 15-20 minutes, or until the skins slightly char. Keep an eye on these. You don't want them to burn, and watch out for any fumes.
NOTE: Alternatively, do this on your grill outside.
Process the ingredients. Add peppers to a food processor. Squeeze garlic out of their skins and into the food processor they go. Add basil leaves and process.
Vinegar. While processing, add in vinegar until it is nicely pureed. Watch out for the fumes!
Salt and strain, if desired. Add salt and stir. Push the sauce through a strainer or use a food mill to really strain it, if desired. Adjust with more vinegar or water to your desired consistency
He is engraved in stone in the National War Memorial in Wash-ington, DC- back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger folks, it's a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history.
Anyone born in 1913 to about 1950, is familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known-but everybody seemed to get into it. So who was Kilroy?
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, "Speak to America ," sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article.
Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had evidence of his identity.
'Kilroy' was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war who worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job was to go around & check on the number of rivets completed. Riveters were on piecework & got paid by the rivet.
He would count a block of rivets & put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn't be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would erase the mark. Later on, an offshift inspector would come through & count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters.
One day Kilroy's boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, & asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn't lend themselves to lugging around a paint can & continues page 82
brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk.
He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added 'KILROY WAS HERE' in king-sized letters next to the check,& eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence & that became part of the Kilroy message.
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks. Ordinarily the rivets & chalk marks would have been covered up with paint.
With the war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn't time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy's inspection "trademark" was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.
His message apparently rang a bell with the
servicemen, because they picked it up & spread it all over Europe & the South Pacific.
Before war's end, "Kilroy" had been here, there, & every where on the long hauls to Berlin & Tokyo. To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had "been there first."
As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
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continued from page 83 89 to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable (it is said to be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, & even scrawled in the dust on the moon.
As the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japaneseheld islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (& thus, presumably, were the first GI's there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!
In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, & Churchill at the Potsdam conference. Its first occupant was Stalin, who emerged & asked his aide (in Russian), "Who is Kilroy?"
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard & some of the riveters. He won the trolley car, which he gave to his nine children as a Christmas gift & set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.
Did you know the world’s most popular snack, the potato chip, was born out of frustration?
The tale begins in 1853 in Saratoga Springs, New York, at the Moon's Lake House, where George Crum, a brilliant chef of African American and Native American descent, was making a name for himself with his culinary skills.
One day, a particularly picky customer complained that Crum's fried potatoes were too thick and soggy. Determined to teach this guest a lesson, Crum sliced the potatoes paper-thin, fried them to a crisp, and heavily salted them. To his surprise, the customer loved them, and soon, everyone wanted a taste of Crum's "Saratoga Chips."
George Crum never patented his creation, nor did he make a fortune from it. Instead, the potato chip became a local sensation, spreading beyond New York, and evolving into the snack we know today. Crum continued to work at Moon's Lake House, eventually opening his own restaurant, where the rich and famous would come to enjoy his chips.
Crum's contribution to culinary history is a reminder that even our small acts can have a lasting impact. The next time you crunch into a potato chip, remember the ingenious chef who turned a complaint into an iconic creation that’s still loved worldwide, over 170 years later. George Crum’s legacy lives on in every bite.
Growing a peach tree from seeds is a rewarding process that can be done quickly and easily at home. Follow these simple steps to cultivate your own peach tree.
1. Extract and Dry Seeds: Extract seeds from ripe peaches and allow them to dry for a week.
2. Soak Seeds: Soak the seeds in water for 24 hours to prepare them for germination.
3. Stratify Seeds: Wrap the hydrated seeds in a damp paper towel and place them in aluminum foil.
Refrigerate the wrapped seeds for five weeks to simulate winter conditions.
4. Plant Seeds: Prepare a pot with well-draining soil and plant the seeds, covering them lightly with soil.
5. Provide Light and Water: Position the pot in a spot with bright, indirect sunlight.
Keep the soil consistently moist but not waterlogged.
6. Select Strongest Seedling: As the seeds germinate, select the strongest seedling and remove the weaker ones to ensure optimal growth.
7. Transplant Seedling: When the selected seedling reaches around 25 cm tall, transplant it to a larger container or outdoor soil.
THE BOOK DRAGON
Book Dragon Book Rescue was founded on the idea that every book deserves a chance at a second life.
For over five years we have been dedicated to making sure that Lincoln County and the surrounding communities always have a place to send unwanted books.
We then turn around and make the books accessible to everyone through free children's book fairs and free libraries spread through our local communities.
We also take pride in the repair and restoration of older books, we will go the extra mile to ensure that any damaged pieces are returned to as close to original
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condition as we possibly can. Book Dragon Book Rescue mostly handles books in Lincoln County and the surrounding counties as well, however we will go in anywhere in New Mexico to save books.
The book rescue program has saved Thousands of books, and we intend to keep rescuing, repairing, and redistributing books for as long as we possibly can.
We are also currently seeking local businesses that would be interested in hosting children's book fairs, please contact us for further information.
Thank you to all the people who have donated in the past, and to anyone looking to think out or unload books, we are more than happy to help.
To schedule donation pick up or for further information please contact Kevin at 575802-3543
The Origin of America’s Favorite Nursery Rhyme:
Davy Crockett's older sister, Effie Crockett was invited to help some mothers in the Muskogee Tribe.
Once she arrived in camp, Effie laughed at what she saw. The Muskogee Tribe had a custom of cradling their pap-pooses among the swaying branches of birch trees. This protected their babies from ground insects, the sun, and wild animals.
After first finding it funny, she soon learned all the great reasons for this practice and marveled at the beauty of it.
Effie watched the
swaying and soothing motion of the topmost branches of the trees. She loved how each baby enjoyed nature, how they listened to the songbirds, observed every ladybug, and smiled at the colors of a butterfly, every little breeze was felt and enjoyed by these young ones; each babe seemed perfectly content.
One of the Tribal mothers began to sing a song to the children in her native tongue. As the Muskogee mother sang, Miss Effie observed a small tear running down the mother’s cheek.
Lulu se pepe i le pito i luga o le laau,
A agi le matagi e luluina le moega pepe,
A gau le lala e paʻu ai le moega pepe,
Ma o le a sau i lalo pepe, moega pepe ma mea uma.
Effie translated the words and kept the tune. She shared it with everyone and it soon became a wildly popular nursery rhyme among the Colonies.
The English translation:
Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
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When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Why did the Muskogee mother cry?
A “bough” is simply a tree branch, and its breaking was used by the Muskogee mothers as an analogy of their little baby growing up.
Their little baby would soon outgrow his cradle. With each gently rocking wind, time was passing.
One day, little baby would no longer need the protection of his mother. One day, the “branch” would break because her little baby had become too heavy. The “cradle” would fall to the earth –the child, no longer a baby, would dust himself off and grow into a man.
The now famous lullaby was first printed in Mother Goose’s Melody.
The rest is history.
Origins of Phrases
The phrase ‘square meal’ comes from the English Royal Navy during the time of Nelson. In order to stop plates and dishes slipping around on the table while ships were at sea, four pieces of wood were nailed to the benches in the shape of a square – hence the phrase ‘square meal’. Today, the phrase refers to a hearty, wholesome meal.
'To wet your whistle' Many years ago, pub customers had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic mugs. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. ‘Wet your whistle’ is a phrase inspired by this practice. These days, the phrase has simply come to mean ‘to have a drink’.
'One for the road' During the middle ages and mediaeval period, the condemned were taken from London city gaols to Tyburn Hill for execution. En route, along what is today's Oxford Street, the cart stopped and they were allowed one final drink at a country inn situated on the road. The 'one' they were drinking was for the road to death. These days, the phrase is used for the final drink before heading home.
Albert Zeigler recalled his journey to White Oaks via an Ozanne Company stage when he was 4 years old:
I left Socorro, New Mexico, in December 1886, for White Oaks, New Mexico. I went by stage coach, which was a buck board drawn by two little Spanish mules.
We left Socorro about ten o’clock in the morning and got to Ozanne’s ranch, which was about halfway between Socorro and White Oaks, about six o’clock in the evening.
We had our supper there at the ranch and changed the team and started on the last half of the journey. It was a bitter cold night and we arrived at White Oaks about four o’clock in the morning. There were lots of sandy places on the road and at times the mules could only make about two miles an hour. It was a very cold and tiresome trip
The Ocotillo is one of the tallest and weirdest plants in the desert. What looks like a bunch of sticks standing straight toward the sky is actually a collection long spiny stems that leaf during times of rain and flower spectacularly in the springtime.
Their name in Spanish means "little torch". They are also known as Flaming Sword, Jacob's Staff, Desert Coral, Candlewood, Vine Cactus, and Coachwhip.
Ocotillo branches can reach heights to 20 feet. Ocotillos can live up to 100 years
When there's enough moisture in the soil, small oval leaves about two-inches in diameter will sprout from its brown stems. When the water dries up, the leaves will fall and the the plant will rely on the chlorophyll inside its stems to photosynthesize.
