This recipe makes a wonderful salad for rolls and sandwiches or with the addition of pasta can grace any picnic table with an alternative to the old chips and dips.
1 pound imitation crab meat
½ cup red onion minced
½ cup mayonnaise
½ cup celery minced
½ teaspoon paprika
1 can diced tomatoes drained
2 oz. Chopped bread & butter pickles
¼ teaspoon Each: Kosher salt & pepper
To serve as a salad:
2 cups cooked pasta
Directions:
Do your cutting: mince the onion, celery and pickles. Try to make this fine.
Drain the diced tomatoes well.
In a large bowl mix the mayonaise, paprika, and Old Bay. Then add the chopped onion, pickles, and celery. Stir until well coated.
Break apart the crab meat and drop into the bowl, mixintg carefully so as to not completely break the sea food apart, just enough to coat each piece.
To serve as sandwiches: omit the pasta
Refrigerate for an hour before serving.
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Dr. Breedlove's heartache
In studying history I ran across an interesting story from 1892. Carefully reading and interpreting through the writing and language of the era a heartbreaking story emerged. We know little about Dr. Charles Breedlove of Saint Louis. The only reference being these letters reported during a talk before the Section of Mental and Nervous Diseases at the Pan-American Medical Congress in 1893 on “Erotopathia”. That was among the many early terms given to homosexuality before the word “homosexual” entered the English language.
Dr. Breedlove was deeply in love with Issac Judson. We know that for awhile they lived together toward the end of the 19th century. We do not know why Judson decided to move out but we can understand the angush that Dr. Breedlove felt. The two continued to corespond regularly.
Then on February 23rd 1892 a despondant Dr. Breedlove shot himself wearing a locket with a picture of his beloved Issac around his neck.
"In February of the past year (1892), a quiet, cultured and gentlemanly appearing young man committed suicide by shooting himself at his room in a hotel in St. Louis. A combination of causes probably led to the despondency which ended in the rash act.
Pecuniary embarrassment may have been one of them, but the chief cause, as elicited at the Coroner’s inquest, as testified by the male friend of whom he was enamored, was that he had a morbid attachment for that friend.
He wrote long letters to him teeming with endearing words. They had roomed together, but at the time of the tragedy they were rooming apart. This was his second attempt at suicide. At the time of his death he carried a locket about his neck containing the picture of the man he loved. He was an educated professional man, kindhearted and of good address.
The following letters, written in a neat hand shortly prior to, and about the time of, his death, serve to show the erotopathic condition of this young man’s mind. They reveal the ardent feeling of the anxious, disappointed lover, much the same feeling as one madly in love might normally have for his heart’s idol of the other sex, but never unnaturally and abnormally for one’s own sex, with homicidal and suicidal impulses of maddened desperation added:
- “My Dear Friend: — Are you ill, angry or merely careless? I looked for my usual Thursday’s letter Saturday morning. It came not. I then felt sure you would write me on Sunday. I watched for the postman. No letter. He has been here this A. M. and still no letter. It makes me not only unhappy, but very anxious — unhappy since I am deprived of all that is left me to care for or look forward to; unhappy in the thought that I have displeased you; in suspense and anxiety lest some bodily ailment has seized that goodly frame and rendered you unable to communicate with me. If I do not hear from you in a day or so I shall be frantic and unfit for anything. I sent the stud on Thursday, which must have reached you Saturday, and not later than Monday, in which case I should have heard from you by this time.”
- “My Dear Friend: — I have just returned from the Cathedral, where Bishop Tuttle preached. My mind is not in a very receptive frame, so I can hardly tell anything he said. The pass was all a myth. The only pass I have is one into eternity. I even sold my dress suit and my old clothes to raise the funds to get here on. I came, intending to first kill you, then myself. I shall only make an end of my own miserable existence. My Love for you has been my ruin. I can no more live a life apart from you than I can fly. The past month has been the test and I cannot do it. There is but one thing which could save me, and that is to pass the remainder of my life in your presence. I shall do that anyhow, for to die in your arms relieves death of half its terrors. I wish it would come to me naturally and you would have nothing to dishonor or grieve you. It is cruel in me to do this act, for it will blight your life. I should be more cruel to myself to try and live without you. You have done all but the one right and effective thing to save and make me, but it has all failed. I would gladly beg, steal, do anything — forego riches, forget friends, home, kindred, but for a life of blissful association with you. My office and outfit are all intact and you can realize something on those things. Mr. C—- H—-, XI6 M—- Avenue, will see to the things. I appreciate all you did, and the effort and sacrifice you made for me. It was not in the right direction.
- “This letter to you is all I leave behind. I cannot write anything to my parents. The blow will probably kill my mother. I shudder to think of it. We might have been happy together had it not been for W—-. The W—-, your brother’s family, your other rich friends, your high social and business standing, your high ideas of morality, which you never filled — but ’tis too late, the end must come. I don’t see why God did not let me die that Saturday night. I suppose there was some purpose waiting till you had made the outlay and sacrificed so much. You see, the end is all the same. Good-by, dear Issac, I won’t wish you happiness; you will never have that again and you will follow in my footsteps sometime. Men of our natures and sins must have their punishment, and ours comes in a terrible shape. You are mine in the light of heaven and no family ties can claim you from me in death. I pity you, but oh, to be free from all this agony of separation, suspense, doubt, is so welcome. May God deal with me according to my weakness. Keep my stud as long as you live. send my watch and ring to my mother. Let my last rites be attended by as little expense as possible. A pauper cannot expect to repose in a metallic casket. I am going to bed, to sleep and gain nerve to face my fate. I have felt it must be, and since I have known you, I knew you were to be the last straw. I have Loved you better than you have ever loved or will ever be loved again. Think kindly of that love sometimes. I am unworthy, but my love for you is worth a thought. Pray for my soul. Amen.”
Though his Christian training had taught him to regard his unnatural passion as a sin."
Source: Charles H. Hughes, “Erotopathia — Morbid eroticism.” Alienist and Neurologist 14, no. 4 (October 1893): 531-578.)
Please note: this was long before our society learned how to support LGBT souls in their hours of need. Today we have understanding Doctors, nurses, hotlines, and support centers through out the countryside. These people now stand with arms out waiting to be of help.
Please if this story resonates with your life experiences do not delay in reaching out for help.
Above all know You are worthwhile. Your type has always been around. We are everywhere and we can help.
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