For the past several months I've been slogging through Josephus' The Jewish War, which was written about 75 AD. After the terrible destruction of Jerusalem (70 AD), he describes a mopping-up operation near the Dead Sea in Book VII. This amazing passage jumped out at me,
But still in that valley which encompasses the city [Machaerus] on the north side there is a certain place called Baaras, which produces a root of the same name with itself; its color is like to that of flame, and towards the evenings it sends out a certain ray like lightning. It is not easily taken by such as would do it, but recedes from their hands, nor will yield itself to be taken quietly, until either the urine of a woman, or her menstrual blood, be poured upon it; nay, even then it is certain death to those that touch it, unless any one take and hang the root itself down from his hand, and so carry it away. It may also be taken another way, without danger, which is this: they dig a trench quite round about it, till the hidden part of the root be very small, they then tie a dog to it, and when the dog tries hard to follow him that tied him, this root is easily plucked up, but the dog dies immediately, as if it were instead of the man that would take the plant away; nor after this need any one be afraid of taking it into their hands. Yet, after all this pains in getting, it is only valuable on account of one virtue it hath, that if it be only brought to sick persons, it quickly drives away those called demons, which are no other than the spirits of the wicked, that enter into men that are alive and kill them, unless they can obtain some help against them.
What is this plant? how did it get such a frightful reputation? Is it used today?
Went to Google. An interesting essay by Benjamin Taylor discusses the Mandrake (pictured above) and claims that this is what the root of Baaras is. Apparently only magical uses.The Devil's Candle.
No other info found, just references to Josephus.
Lucky for those healed. Not so lucky for the dog.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Berkeley Heights, my home town
Well, well. The New York Times has an article today about my home town, Berkeley Heights, New Jersey. It is described as a community that has retained its country feel, even while there is a three-year waiting list for a parking spot at the train station. Full of interesting facts.
Berkeley Heights
Berkeley Heights
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Hen-without-chick
Last July I went to the Cornell Extension Open House and bought a small planter with 3 or 4 types of sedum. The centerpiece was Hens-and-Chicks. It has grown but does not have any chicks. Perhaps I've overwatered it. How to encourage it to reproduce?
LI Horticultureal Research and Extension Center
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wadsworth Atheneum
Last Saturday the nine o'clock ferry to Bridgeport then a bus ride of 45 minutes brought us to the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford, a wonderful little museum with a great collection. The exhibit Monet's Water Lilies was still on and we enjoyed a docent-led tour. One large canvas was on loan from MOMA and as you sat there and looked it seemed to change slightly. Later I looked at the rest of the collection and especially enjoyed the Hudson River School paintings (Cole, Church, Bierstadt, et al.).
The first pic above is the remarkable mural you see as you enter the building. No picture taking was allowed in the galleries, but you can see much of their collection online on the website. Well worth a visit!
The first pic above is the remarkable mural you see as you enter the building. No picture taking was allowed in the galleries, but you can see much of their collection online on the website. Well worth a visit!
Monday, June 6, 2011
I visited Harriet and Sam the other day
Mark Twain's house in Hartford, CT.
It's described as Picturesque Gothic.
I especially liked the 3rd floor billiard room
where Sam did his writing;
you could still smell the cigars
more than a hundred years later
Click here and scroll down for pictures
of three of the rooms
It's described as Picturesque Gothic.
I especially liked the 3rd floor billiard room
where Sam did his writing;
you could still smell the cigars
more than a hundred years later
Click here and scroll down for pictures
of three of the rooms
Decorative brickwork approaching front door
Mark Twain's front porch
A view of the conservatory
The Gillette House is nearby
And next door is neighbor
Harriet Beecher Stowe's house
The back of the Stowe house.
They had seven children and it wasn't a roomy house.
No picture taking allowed inside either house, alas.
They had seven children and it wasn't a roomy house.
No picture taking allowed inside either house, alas.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Yipes! a video!
I hit the wrong button by mistake, and lo and behold, my camera made a video! (Yep, I never knew it could do this; what a surprise.) A whole new world is opening up.... I feel like Louis Pasteur accidentally discovering penicillin. (Correction: It was Alexander Fleming)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Barnyard ducks
At the Stony Brook Duck Pond.
These two seem right at home.
No wonder there are Mallard hybrids.
(See posts of 4/19 and 5/5)
(See posts of 4/19 and 5/5)
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