A Holy Difference

December 25th, 2011
A Holy Difference by CooperTeaMaster
A Holy Difference, a photo by CooperTeaMaster on Flickr.

I have always believed you should never take life too seriously and when faced with a “downside moment” take the opportunity to laugh at life in general and the occasional ridiculousness of it all. Put another way…the glass is always half full….

I was raised in the highlands of Kenya, at 5,500 feet above sea level on the equator. Add those pieces of information together and you get the earths nearest point to the sun, a lot of sun, and a lot of time out in the sun.

Skin cancer comes in many forms…I was lucky to have a mild form…and the fact that it was near the end of my nose and the resulting pressure bandage make me look like Rudolph (I should have colored it red) is a chance to laugh at the other immaculate imagery of my bronze sculptor…..

Laugh at life and others will laugh with you…cry and you cry alone….

I am all for laughing ……but skin cancer is no laughing matter so if you have an unexplained bump or lump get it checked out……its worth the time even if you do end up looking like a lost reindeer….

A Delectable Treat

November 14th, 2011

I have received comments that my blogs are being missed….!  Well thank you kind readers…we shall resume, perhaps not as frequently as before but certainly more often than the last 6/ 9 months….!

So where to start?  In my world TASTE is EVERYTHING.  I make my living by tasting, and tea tasting is a passion for me, and the sensory joy of flavors and aromas literally “make my day”.

Thus I resume my blog with this extraordinary taste sensation. It was prepared in Naples, it was delicious, savory, aromatic, chewy yet fresh, laden with goodness and at this point I am beginning to feel hungry just describing the emotions I experienced consuming this dish.


You at least dear reader can enjoy the picture!!!!

A Delectable Treat by CooperTeaMaster
A Delectable Treat, a photo by CooperTeaMaster on Flickr.

An immortal sculpture … good looking too

July 28th, 2011

A schoolboy friend, and by that I mean someone that I went to school with when I was 9 years old in Kenya, has taken up sculpting in his retirement.  Talents he certainly never showed at school have emerged!  A group of old school friends got together through the miracle of the web and over the past few years we have made sure that we meet up regularly.

This year Rob came to the Masters Golf tournament along with “the gang” and asked if he could do a bust in bronze of me.  I accepted!  (I mean how often does one get an offer like that?)  Much debate was then entered into among my friends as to whether the bronze should include my hat!  At first Rob was against the idea but he finally agreed that it probably was part of my persona.  Sculpting a hat in bronze is an art in itself it turns out.  The result of Robs labors were unveiled this week while Sandy and I were in England.  Admiration to the fellow who may capture my character...

The likeness is startling to me.  Rob has captured me in my opinion..and you can judge for yourself in these pictures….in the long and winding road that is one’s life, you just never know what the next corner will bring.  Thank you Rob, my heirs will know me, a rare gift to be able to pass on to generations yet unborn……..

...true to the way nature made me!


March 16th, 2010

While the other folks have been given their surnames on the memorial plaque not so for my mother.  All hers says is “SYLVIA 1922-2008″.  There was no need for a surname..she was known throughout the coast by her first name…she went through life like a hurricane…(it is fitting that one should be named after her at some point) in the meantime, just like that awesome force of nature..all my mother needs to be remembered is her first name….it says it all.  The winds of have died down now Mom, you can Rest in Peace, sure in the knowledge that you were one of a kind.  Awesome, uncontrollable, and always to be remembered!

Two Old Codgers

March 2nd, 2010

The great sports long weekend continues with a round of golf ….it was a windy, windy day…As you look at the photo….Ian on my left, Rob on my right…I have known these two old codgers for over 55 years…NOW that’s a comforting thought….they were raised in Kenya as well…so we all know where we came from….that’s what’s so comforting and…comfortable.

Saying Goodbye

August 5th, 2009

Mothers saying goodbyes to sons.  I guess it never changes…the son thinks “I’m fine”  The mother thinks “Be careful”. Meanwhile the Dad takes the photo!

A Brilliant Kitchen

June 21st, 2009

We find ourselves in Connecticut and it happens to be my cousins 67th Birthday.  A small group of friends are gather around what I have always thought of as a brilliant kitchen design.  It consists of a very large central block table on which you can serve food, read newspapers, serve drinks, put the mail on and even eat a meal basically all at the same time. As I have found that most people spend 80% of their time in the kitchens, even when folks come around to visit, I have always considered this idea of my cousin to be brilliant…..and convenient.

Mother Remembered

June 1st, 2009

These are the “Flat Irons” so called because the old cowboys of the West, thought they looked like flat irons used to press shirts etc Except these are tipped vertically.  They are visible from my study window.  Yesterday was a clear blue sky and today the clouds have scurried in and the foothills look romantic and remote.  You can’t even see the snow capped mountains anymore…see what I mean about mixed up weather patterns.  It was a year ago today that I woke up in Paris to the news that my mother had died.  I had thought that she might “visit” me in some form but it was not to be…she has moved on to another plane and left this mortal coil far behind her…well done Mom!  You are never far from our thoughts though, you were such a character, and the events of your life have become legends in the family history so they will be passed from generation to generation….I think you would like that and it is how you would want to be remembered.

First Day of School

May 29th, 2009

The first day of “school” is a major event in everybody’s life. This is my grandsons first day. He is three and half years old and he is very excited about going to school. His mother took him to the classroom last week and he didn’t want to leave he was having so much fun.  He has his bag with his “stuff” his hair is combed, teeth brushed, he is READY!

Mum’s Memorial

March 31st, 2009

Mum’s memorial, tucked safely away in the crook of her favorite tree.  She is forever covered by a canopy of Frangipani leaves and blossoms….we KNOW she is happy with her final resting place.