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MEMORIAL DAY MEAL WITHOUT THE BARBEQUE!

BLACK ANGUS MEATLOAF AND RICE PILAF FOR MEMORIAL DAY MEAL!

Eat good quick ... Planet E.R.F. …(((Taken from google food meat loaf images!!!)))

 I wanted to go the RiverHead today to go to Splish Splash…..but guess what…..the  GAS PRICES ARE SKY HIGH! 

  After I filled my gas tank on Friday night ($52.70),  I drove my car  to pick up my son from his all day PEP RALLY at WORLD JOURNALISM HIGHSCHOOL  in Flushing Queens,  and day end “ceremony evening Luau Party.” 

 The next day… Saturday afternoon my son had tennis from 12:00 pm until 6:00 pm.  I attended a meeting regarding up coming activities for the Tennis Summer Camp, with the Youth and Tennis Junior Academy, the Project GiveBack,  the Fundraiser Dinner,   and Kids Day, etc., etc.. 

Once my son finished had tennis tournments, (oh, and there will be additional  USTA Tennis tournements for his class and category)….I took him home.  I have not been out of the house since.  The gas is too expensive!!! 

 I am a single parent so I cannot afford the price of entry for my son and myself to Splish  Splash.  I cannot afford the food prices at Splish Splash,  and the Gasoline to travel from Queens Village is way to high. 

 I hope in the next few weeks I can afford to go there.  I am a water person. 

 I am an Aquarious and I love the sun,  beach and pool….all the time….every time

  I grew up with a pool….so Splish Splash is my speed. 

I do not like Great Adventures or scary rides…just plain LAZY RIVER,  AND WAVE POOL!!! 

 But for today….I have to settle for my Black Angus Meat Loaf and Rice Pilaf!

My son is doing homework, and I am about to go to the upstairs bath room, and bedrooms, and hallways to clean. 

 HERE IS MY  little Memorial Day receipe for those who cannot afford the Amusement Park…or even to go to the Park for a barbeque!

RICE PILAF:

BRAND USED—  Near East 100% Natural Rice Pilaf mix Garlic and Herb flavor, with other natural flavors!

Range top directions: 

1- In medium saucepan, bring 1-3/4 cups water and 2 teaspoons olive oil or butter just to a boil.

2- Stir in rice and contents of Spice Sack. Return to a boil.

3- Cover: reduce heat to low.  Simmer 20 to 25 minutes or until most of water is absorbed.

4- Fluff pilaf lightly with fork before serving.  Makes 3 cups.

You can purchase this box of Near East at most WaldBaums, Pathmark, or Keyfood Supermarkets!

Now for the MeatLoaf:

I purchased my Black Angus Meat at BJ’s in Valley Stream.  It cost me $9.00.  It was worth it.  I kept it in the freezer.  I defrosted it in two days.  It was 3.15lb,  at 2.99 per lb..  The meat was 85% lean 15% fat.

My simple receipe:

I mixed the meat up with milk,  Adobo,  a little pepper, (((season to taste of course))) and flour.

It will be medium soft and will have a slight peppery fragrance.  Also mix in 1/2 a cup of  RAGU ROBUSTO! 7 HERB TOMATOE SAUCE!!!

MIX ALL OF THAT TOGETHER..

PUT IN PAN   of  your choice,  glass or aluminum AND

COOK ON 450 FOR  2 HOURS! 

 ALWAYS….ALWAYS, 

 ALWAYSSSSS. COOK MEAT UNTIL WELL DONE….

.NEVER, HAVE PINK MEAT….

NEVER HAVE PINK MEAT…

.COOK MEAT UNTIL DARK BROWN ON THE INSIDE…

TAKE A FORK AND CHECK YOUR MEAT….MAKE SURE IT IS WELL COOKED….

When you are sure  the meat is well done…then take your favorite

ketchup and lavish on the top of your “Poor Woman’s MeatLoaf” and replace back into oven until meat loaf and ketup become one…

.the Ketchup should have a glazed appearance and the meat should be dark and have a slight crusty appearance on the edges.

ALWAYS—ALWAYS—-ALWAYS—CHECK THAT YOUR MEAT IS WELL COOKED.—-COOK SAFE….COOK HEALTHY……!!!!!!

Well,  that is it! 

Let me know How you like my Memorial Day MeatLoaf and RicePilaf combination!!!!

~~~~RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY~~~~

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MIDDLE PASSAGE #2 Memories of a slave from the MotherLand to the MIDDLE PASSAGE VOYAGE….FICTION BY RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY SHORT STORY

 

 

http://schooloffish.wordpress.com/2007/10/12/god-is-okay-with-slavery/ This picture was taken from  archives on slavery.  It was placed in this fiction story written by me….I thought a real picture would help the reader to understand the harsh treatment of slaves.  It was a course that I took that enlightened me to the terrible experience of the MIDDLE PASSAGE and what it did to the many tribes that had been taken hostage by the  SLAVE TRADERS. 

 That is why I had written an earlier post regarding PAT BUCHANNON’S shallow view on the slavery of African Americans and how he, (((PAT BUCHANNON))) thought that black people should be thanking “God” for slavery.  

 I will be writing  short stories based loosely on the readings and  course work I took for my education.  I am not an expert….but being African American and having lived in circumstances as an Afrcian American for 48 years may give me a little insight to attempt to “channel” some of my ancestors and their struggles through fictional dipictions of  slave experiences.

  I hope I do them justice.

At the bottom of this you will find a discussion I raised and copied regarding the emancipation of the  slaves due to Lincoln.

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********************  Middle Passage and the Loss of my Village and Family—-Slave Memories…#2

OUR VILLAGE WAS CLOSE BY THE SEA.  MY MOTHER HAD A GARDEN AND MY FATHER  HUNTED FOR OUR FOOD WITH THE OTHER MEN FROM THE TRIBE.  There was a rival tribe that had stolen some of my mothers, and other women’s vegetables from their gardens. 

 Everyone was angry and running around.  I was 8 years old.  My brothers were 12 years old, and 15 years old  and a  7months old.  My parents talked and then my father and my older brothers  ran with their  spears to meet the other tribes men.  They had put on body paint,  and war feathers. 

The tribesmen gather in the center of the village and began to chant and sing and jump up and down until the air was filled with their voices and the dust rose up making swirling clouds around our heads.

  My father and the tribesmen ran from the village in anger and excitement chanting with raised spears.  My mother took me back to our hut and began to prepare the midday meal.  The war was on!  I did not know if my father would be back.

  My mother cooked yam and potatoe and meat.  She seasoned it and then we ate.  Suddenly there was a noise at the far end of the village.  Women were screaming and running in our direction.  My mother dropped her bowl and looked to the center of the village. 

She screamed and then grabbed me and my baby brother.  She pushed us into the jungle and ran, and pushed me and ran some more.  When we came to the beach we saw big things on the water floating. 

 I had never seen anything like that before.  It was brown on the bottom, and had cloth on the top floating in the wind.  Suddenly my mother screamed and I looked up as saw my mother being dragged away from me with my baby brother in her arms. She looked back at me and screamed again and I was picked up and carried away too.

  I began to scream and cry for my mother, and my father.  I remember being in a small boat that carried us to the big brown boat with the floating clothes.  My mother was forced to climb the boat, and I was forced too.  When we got on the boat we were chained together and then put down in a black place that smelled so strong that I gagged and threw up. 

 I was hit from behind and forced to lay down next to my mother and baby brother.  My baby brother had not stopped crying since this all began.  My mother held my hand and I was sobbing. 

 I heard a language I did not understand.  I could only see legs, and arms of people I had never seen before.  They looked angry and they shouted at us.  There were many people from our village, some old men, and some sickly men who had not gone to war with our rival tribe.

  Young boys, girls, and women from our village were on this big boat too.  Everyone was throwing up from the smell.  Everyone was crying and scared of this new tribe that was attacking us in our tribesmen absence. 

What would happen to us?  Where were we being taken?  Why did these tribesmen look so different from us?  Why did they seem so angry at us?  What law of their tribe had we broken?

  Some of my tribesmen and women I heard talking amongst themselves thought that these were evil spirits from our rival tribe that had been sent by their witch doctor to destroy us! 

 What a powerful witch doctor they had…some of the people said.  What will my father think when he comes back from war?  Our tribe was the stronger of the two….we had more people, and our tribe was tall and the rival tribe were not so tall. 

 So our wars with them were usually quick.  Our men would fight and battle for several hours, and injure some of their tribe and then fall back to our village until the next conflict…showing our dominence over them.  But now, who would cook for my father and brothers? 

 Who would cook for all of the tribesmen.  How could they fight this new foe who had taken the whole village captive?  I began to feel sick, and I had to relieve myself.  I was laying down on my back and my legs were aching.  My baby brother was wimpering now. 

 My mother was chanting and squeezing my hand.  The angry strange looking tribesman  started  pulling some of the villagers out of the areas that we were chained to. 

 My mother and baby brother were taken away from me and all I remember was my mother wailing and screaming my name, my baby brother’s name and then her voice cut short and then other villages started to wail and scream to our ancestors.

  Their was alot of noise coming from above my head in the blackness.  I could see specks of light….something dripped on my head and it smell bad.  I threw up again, and then I passed out. 

I woke up again seeing that my mother was gone and so was my baby brother I began to cry.  One of my captors hit the bottoms of my feet with something very hard.  I cried more and then they left me alone.  I had relieved myself on myself.  I smelled it and I threw up again. 

 Next to me was an old man from the village.  He had been quiet for a long time.  I called out to him but he did not answer.  He never answered me.  I knew he was dead.  I screamed for the ancestors to take me away from this black hole and torment. 

 I prayed as my mother had taught me to.  I asked forgiveness of my ancestors for any thing I might have done.  I felt a tug and a yank on my feet and I felt myself pulled to my feet.  The old man came out dead on the floor next to me. 

 My captors separated the chains and then reconnected them to a living  villager man.  They took the old man away and moved me down to the next villager.  They took us out into the open air.

  Something stuck into my foot as I walked.  I stumbled and one of my captors hit me in the back again.  I began to wimper.  I know what wailing would cause to happen so I wimpered to myself and prayed to my ancestors again.

  The sky was clear, blue and few clouds were around.  The big boat rocked from side to side.  I began to feel sick again.  They thrust a liquid in my mouth.  I began to throw  up again. I was hit again from behind and they yelled something at me.  I heard screaming and I saw a woman from the village being chased.

  She ran around the boat while the captors chased her.  They were laughing this time.  She finally was caught and they did  something in a crowd and encircled around her while she screamed out the name of her husband and ancestors. 

 I saw blood come  crawling from beneath the crowd of captors and the woman stoped yelling. 

 There was silence again.  Suddenly one of the captors tossed her dead body over the side of the boat.  Many of us who saw that gasped, and moaned and sung the song of sorrow for the dead. We called as one voice for the ancestors to come to carry her away to our ancestral home.

  We were taken back down to the hole and left until the captors took us out again.  Some men and women and children were beat, until they bled.  Some men were beat until you could see pieces of meat from their backs fly off in different directions.  Then we were taken back into the black hole. 

 Day turned into night and night into day.  One day the big boat stopped and we who had survived were taken from the boat and washed brutally, and greased. 

 New chains were placed on our hands and feet and we were taken into what appeared to be a village with more of the tribes people who looked and dressed differently then us. 

 They looked angry and laughed at the same time.  I passed out.  I awoke on a wood floor.  There was a large animal that looked like something I had never seen before. 

 One of the captors had been sitting and looking away from me.  I looked around and saw some of the villager men who had survived the trip.  I sat up and then I saw a big white hut.  There were other tribes in this new land.  I did not recognize any of them. 

 When the big animal stopped we were all yanked off the wood floor and put on the ground.  I was very weak, and sick.  I began to throw up again.  I was hit again.

  I was yanked to follow my fellow villagers to  a small white hut.  When we arrived more of the strange looking tribesman and some tribes men from my mother land were there.  We were handed bowls of food and we ate.

  This was strange food but it tasted better than the food on the large boat.  I began to feel better.  I looked around and saw animals I had never seen before.  Some were funny….a white bird with a red wobbly skin on its head and neck.  It made funny noises. 

I began to miss my mother and I cried again.  I was hit again. I began to wimper to myself and pray to my ancestors.  I wondered what ever happened to my father and the other tribesman and if they knew what had happened to us. 

I was given a hut to share with other tribesman, and clothes.  I was given work to do in a very, very large garden.  I never forgot my mother, baby brother, and my father and kinsman. 

 I worked until I died from a severe beating. 

~~~~~riveroflifelisajoy

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This is a document regarding the emancipation of the slaves……

COPYWRITE 2003-2008  SON OF THE SOUTH
WWW.SONOFTHESOUTH.NET

paul@sonofthesouth.

 

 

Abraham Lincoln and

 

Abraham Lincoln and Emancipated Slaves, April 1865

Richmond Virginia, the Confederate Capitol fell on April 3, 1865. The following day, April 4, 1865, President Abraham Lincoln went to the fallen city. Throngs of slaves were in the streets, celebrating their first day of freedom, and welcoming Lincoln. Thomas Nast captured this historic event with his drawing presented at your right.  This is perhaps the best portrait of Mr. Lincoln ever produced.  It shows that while Lincoln was to tragically die 10 days later, he did, if only briefly, get to see the fruit of his leadership and resolve.  He was able to see the grateful tears of the emancipated, and hear their cheers of appreciation. There is a fascinating story about this day, so please click on the image for the full story of the day that Abraham Lincoln walked the streets of the fallen Rebel Capitol.

braham Lincoln Entering Richmond Virginia

MORE FROM ***46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES****Power to End Stroke*** You are the Power***Stroke Association.org ~~~~~((SOUP)) CHICKEN SOUP WITH MUSTARD GREENS AND TOMATOES!!! WOW!

 

 

 

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

 

 

This is another installment to inform and assist  all humanbeings.  As I stated before I went to a job related function and I received this lovely little book on receipes for people of color.  This information was given to me by a nice lady that represented the American Heart Association.  She wanted all of us to get out the word about black Americans and stroke.—-So please understand I am copying from the booklet…the information you are about to read is from the booklet called 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECIPES—

EDITOR Sandra K. Nissenberg,

  CEO  Louis Weber, 

 President Magazine Division Jerry L. Croft, 

Editor-in- Chief James M. O’Connor.   

BEST RECEIPES TM SPECIAL

VOL.1, no. 23, June 12, 2007

2007 Publications International, LTD.

Favorite Brand Name Recipes at www.fbnr.com

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AMERICAN HEART ASSOCIATION. ORG—-

REMEMBER: according to 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES AND AMERICAN HEART ASSOCIATION……

STROKE TARGETS BY COLOR.

KNOW WHERE YOU STAND.  The odds are African Americans are twice as likely to suffer a stroke as white Americans.

Beating the odds isn’t about winning. It’s about living. You have the power to end stroke. 1-888-4-stroke/ StrokeAssociation.org.

Now to the receipe of the day!

Chicken Soup with Mustard Greens and Tomatoes!


Serves 4…1 cup per serving

4 cups fat-free, low sodium chicken broth

1 small carrot, thinkly sliced

4 large mustard green leaves, coarsely chopped (about 4 cups)

2 medium italian plum tomatoes, diced

2 ounces diced lower-sodium, low-fat ham (about 1/4 cup)

2 medium green onions, thinly sliced

1 tablespoon imitation bacon bits

1/8 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

Now, according to the receipe follow the next set of directons….

In a large saucepan, bring the broth and carrot to a simmer over medium-high heat.  Reduce the heat and simmer, covered, for 5 minutes, or until the carrot is almost tender.

Stire in the remaining ingredients.  Increase the heat to medium high and return to a simmer.  reduce the heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes, or until the greens are tender and the flavors blend. 

Ladle into soup bowls.

Per serving: calories 61, Total fat 1.0g. Saturated fat 0.0g, Polyunstaturated fat 0.0g, Monounsaturated fat 0.5g, Cholesterol 6 mg, Sodium 297 mg. Carbohydrates 7g, Dietary Fiber 3 g, Sugars 3 g, Protein 7 g.

Dietary Exchanges: 1 1/2 Vegetable, 1/2 Very Lean Meat

So there you have it…page # 10 in the Soups chapter of the 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES!!!!

NOW GET TO COOKIN!

TILL NEXT BLOG~~~~

RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY

MIDDLE PASSAGE AND THE MEMORIES OF A SLAVE~~~Fiction by Riveroflifelisajoy

Ma name is John Smith.

Ah, been in dis here plantation since a

was a young chile..sold offin’

my Mama befo’ I was ten.

But Ah memba’ my Mama face

and my Mama hands.

My Mama face wuz brown

tired and sad. 

She wore a ole’ faded

red head rag.   She would

take me wid her to clean

the chicken coups

and feed the cows.

Ah would play and chase

the chickens!

One day the master

of  da house came and

picked me out from

ma friends and told

my Mama it wuz time

fo’ me to go!

I wuz too big to

be playin’ anymo’.

The master sent ole’

Joe, the helper to carry me off

to the market to be

sold. 

Ah cried and kicked and

screamed fo’ my

Mama. 

She just stood a lookin’

after me and did not

move to help me!

Ah watched my Mama

grow tiny as the horse,

cart  pulled me and the otha’ slaves who

was packed into it away from

my birth plantation to a

new and dangerous beginin’!

Ah wuz sold to the Williams.

Mr. Williams was kind, but

his son was the mean one.

He liked to beat slaves fo’ nuthin’

and then leave um to die if they

put up a fuss.

He would jus’ buy mo’

slaves the next day.

The Williams plantation

was a cotton plantation.

Hard work, pickin’ cotton,

cuts up yo’ hands and stuff.

Ah grew big and strong.

I could carry three times my weight

on a good day.

So young master Williams took

good care uh me. 

But ah hated ta see

my friends suffer so.

One day we heard of the

UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

Ah  decided to run awa’.

No, Ah told ye, that Master Williams

wuz good to me.  Ah just wanted to see

my Mama so bad.

Ah did not care about good treatment.

Ah wanted to be free! 

Ah made a chance run fo’ it

one night.

Ah wuz tryin’ ta meet

up wid the UnderGround RailRoad

in the forest.

Ah, made a mistake.

I told ole’ Buck, who curries the

Master’s horses.  He warn’ me

not to try it!  Ah, told him to minds his business!

I could out run any dog, or horse….cause the master

fed me the best food cause ah carried the heavy loads and pulled

plows when the horses went lame.

Sos’  I think that is why I wuz caught so fast.

When they draggs’ me back to the

plantation, there was ole’ Buck a lookin’

at me.  From a distance he kept gettin’

bigger, and bigger.  He stood right at

the wipping post and look at me….just starin’

and shaking his ole’ grey head.

When they tied me up I could see dried

blood where other slaves had been beat.

It wuz a cloudy day.

It wuz a hot night.

They found me in the day and wup me

deep into da night.

Young Master Williams took a break

from his workin’ my back, and

then told his workers to continue on

till the next mornin’ just wupin’

my back.

I stop yellin’ and then I don’t

member nothin after dat.

All I know is that I found ma’self

sittin up here wit Jesus, and da

Angels.

Oh, and I found Mama too!

Except  she got a big smile on

huh face, and she wearing a white

dress and she don’t look tired no’ mo’.

Fini~~~

Fiction Depiction of Slavery

by Riveroflifelisajoy

QUEEN OF THE WINK!!! SALON AND FOOT SPA** GREAT HAIR SALON!!! IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A 5 STAR~HIGHEND, UPSCALE AND WELL APPOINTED DAY SPA~ IN JAMACIA QUEENS IT IS ON HILLSIDE AVENUE!!! BUT ONCE YOU GET INSIDE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ON PARK AVENUE IN MANHATTAN!! WOW!!!!

I desparately needed my hair DID!  CHILE!  You hear me?   Oh, the grey, the grey …the premature grey!  What makes it grey you ask? 

 Family tree and all like that.  But any way…let me tell you about my new MAKEOVER FROM QUEEN OF THE WINK!   I was trying to contact my hair dresser and I finally found her!  Lordy!  I prayed she would be available because I needed a hair rescue!!

  My hair was so grey and over chemicaled from hair spray….I was so embarressed.  But everyone in the salon was so nice, that I had to finally relax! 

 Wow!  I am truly happy to have gone there!  Everyone is telling me how great I look! 

I will feel great everyday when I can hide my old grey hair and come out into the sunshine with this great head of  weave. 

 No, I am not embarressed at all! 

 I love it!  ILOVE IT!!  I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE IT!

 The owner of the shop is called QUEEN….I began to look around the shop and it was very very beautiful! 

 It has an Arabian Nights Look!

  Quite Stunning INDEED! 

THE ceiling has triple large broad cloth  black and burgandy alternate cloths connected giving the ceiling the look of a very large tent! The walls are burgandy too…some type of marbled effect.  Looks very expensive!  But it makes you feel like you have really entered a whole different era or world!!!!

 Two very large luxurious couches with  gold  accents,  the oh, so soft pin cushion pillows placed on them at the entrance to the salon.  There are white columns about 3 1/2 feet tall and taller  that hold imitation large floral arrangements. 

The mirrors are gigantic 16th century look….You know the looking glass type that are 5 feet plus tall! You have seen those mirrors in some pricey stores with the carved beviled wooden frames right?  I told you this salon is stellar!!!! 

 But realize the hair workin’ go’in on in that place is STELLAR TOO!!!  My hair stylist picked the right place to go and set up shop! 

WOWOWOWOWO!!!!!  I am telling you ….if you want a great look….get to QUEEN OF THE WINKQUEEN OF THE WINK!!  IS THE LOOK!

  Got a dinner, or a prom, a wedding,  or just want to hide that grey like me?  HURRY AND DON’T DELAY!  GET TO QUEEN OF THE WINK!

 The floor is a great wood plank and has the name of the shop professionally printed on it. 

I felt so honored by the desplay of respect given to each customer.  The Queen,  the owner herself addressed each customer throughout the day.  She was very positive with me.

  She also asked to hang everyone’s coat!  What a nice feeling!  The Queen was very caring about her clients and her staff! 

I felt comfortable!  Which is very rare for me!  I am always self concious in hair salons!  You know what I mean right? 

 Buy I had found my hair stylists who had moved from another location and told me that she could be found in Queen of the Wink!  I am so happy about my hair stylists move!  What a great place!  Fabulous!!!!

Hair Weave Process:

  • HAIR IS WASHED AND CONDITIONED
  • HAIR IS BRAIDED DOWN(((CORN ROWED FLAT TO HEAD AS AN ANCHOR)))
  • HAIR HAS A NET THAT IS PLACED ON IT BY A SEWING TECHNQUE
  • HAIR HAS WEAVE WOVEN TO HEAD
  • HAIR WEAVE IS SHAPED AND DESIGNED TO A STYLE
  • HAIR WEAVE IS THEN FLAT IRONED OR CURLED TO DESIRED STYLE
  • MINIMAL SPRAY IS USED FOR  SHINE AND HOLD

Hair weaving has been done for centuries….I wish I had done it before.

Take a look into it for those of you challenged by hair thinning or severe premature grey like mine. 

Check out QUEEN OF THE WINK!!!! ON HILLSIDE AVENUE AND PARSONS BLVD. IN  QUEENS,  New YOrk. *************************************************************************************************

EXACT NAME AND ADDRESS…

QUEEN OF THE WINK

SALON &  FOOT SPA

www.queenofthewink.com

159-10B

Hillside Avenue

Jamaica NY 11432

718 262-8049

 You  must try it!!!!…… you WILL love it!

~~~~~RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY!!!

Our Beautiful Polar Bear! Let us help our World and Save our Endangered Species!! Look at these Photos from Caring Scientists!!!!

Amstrup and York collecting polar bear data

Geoff York and Steven Amstrup work on a family of bears with their research helicopter in the background.

Photo provided to APRN courtesy Steven C. Amstrup, PhD — the Senior Polar Bear Researcher at the USGS Alaska Science Center / Biological Science Office in Anchorage, Alaska.

You can listen to the original story online at APRN.ORG 

 

Click on the above information.  Learn and try to help our endangered species.  This information is not my report …but I believe it needs to be highlighted so that people become more aware of our world and its future.

Polar bear research in progress while Endangered Species status under review

Mon, May 5, 2008 
Posted in Alaska News, Top Stories


Click the image above for a larger copy and three more from USGS researcher Steven Amstrup.

The Bush Administration has until May 15 to decide whether or not to list the polar bear as “threatened” under the Endangered Species Act. And while government officials work out the details on that decision, polar bear scientists are camped out in western and northern Alaska. They’re studying the only two U.S. populations of the bears: in the Beaufort and Chukchi seas.

Lori Townsend, APRN – Anchorage

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One Comment to “Polar bear research in progress while Endangered Species status under review”

  1. adam martin on May 16, 2008 at 6:36 am

    i think polar bears are the best creatures on this earth and yes they are becoming endangered and everyone should do something to help this cause not alot but just some and we will change the population of the polar bears. They deserve to live!

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My Mother, My Friend on Mother’s Day

She always knows the right

thing to say.

sometimes I may not have liked

what she said,  that day…

But her words teach, and lead

Direction is not always pleasant..

But it does save the day.

She has scarificed and given

to me, to others over

and over again,

I will  remember  her

on this very special

Mother’s day!