Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Epitaph

Constantine Pereyma was born July 14, 1919 in his parents’ home in the small village of Ropicia Ruska (now Ropicia Polska) in the Carpathian Mountains of southern Poland. He was an ethnic Ukrainian from the Lemko region. As a young teenager he was sent away to school in the city and eventually entered the University of Cracow in the School of Physical Education. He was there when the Second World War began. He moved west to Munich in Bavaria, Germany, and entered Dental School. His name was found on a list in the pocket of a man arrested by the Gestapo and he in turn was arrested and imprisoned in Dachau concentration camp. He was moved to the prison in the courtyard of Gestapo Headquarters in Munich to cut and replace glass shattered by Allied air raids. By the end of the war he was forced to defuse unexploded Allied bombs. After the war he completed his dental training and then enrolled in medical school in Erlangen, Germany where he met his wife Armenia (Aka). After medical school they emigrated to the United States. He paid for their passage by working as a dentist aboard ship. He worked briefly in Buffalo, New York, and then entered medical residency at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn, New York. There he worked with Dr. Clarence Dennis on improvements to the heart/lung machine. After he completed a double residency he worked briefly for the Veterans Administration and then moved to Troy with his wife and three children to join the practice of Dr. Kenneth Lowry. They arrived here in 1959 with a station wagon and little else.

When he started practice in Troy, General Surgery encompassed almost everything except the heart and brain. He performed many orthopedic surgeries, using some of the first orthopedic rods and nails. He performed many cancer operations. He took particular pride in doing what had not been done here before and in doing what others said could not be done. A barber once came to him with a problem that other doctors said was terminal. Dr. Pereyma told him otherwise, and the barber cut his hair once a week over the next twenty years.

Dr. Pereyma encouraged and supported his wife in her art. With his son, Marco, he was one of the founding shareholders of Troy Cable Television. He continued performing surgery until his retirement from practice in 1992.

Dr. Pereyma and his wife of over sixty years, Aka, raised three children in Troy. Their son Marco lives with his wife Agnes in Binic, France. They have five children: Pauline, with her daughter Eleanore; Marieanne, with her husband Louis de Lespinay and their children Alexander and Irene; Sophie with her son Vincent; and Constantine and Maximilien. Their daughter Barbara Farrara and her husband Scott of North Haledon, New Jersey have two daughters, Sophia and Jacqueline. Their daughter Christina O’Neal and her husband Robert of Troy, Ohio have three children, Maire, Timothy and Helen. He was preceded in death by his father, Timothy and mother, Sophia, his brothers Stanislaw and Eugene and his sister Irene.

University of Cracow, prior to WWII.

Testing the heart bypass machine in Brooklyn, NY.
Center, with Dr. Clarence Dennis on right. 

At my mother's wedding.

Makin' bubbles.

Reading the paper with me.



Monday, January 31, 2011

The Story of Bees, Part Two

Part One . . .














It's a charming little book. Obviously outdated, but I thought that it was worth sharing. We've learned a lot about bees, beekeeping, and the science it's based on since 1940, but there is still so much more to explore.

You can download the book in its entirety, as a PDF, here.

The Story of Bees

A children's bee book, written, illustrated, and published by the Work Projects Administration, in 1940, and purchased for 10 cents from my hometown library book sale.













Part Two. . .

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Oh, Antony...

Roman beehives from Malta
Image from MaltaInsideOut.com

CASSIUS:
Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

ANTONY:
Not stingless too?

BRUTUS:
Oh yes, and soundless too.
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.

Julius Caesar, Act 5, Scene 1
by William Shakespeare

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Maraschinos?


We don't need no stinkin' maraschinos.

Well, maybe you do, especially if you are a fan of Rob Roys, Manhattans, Shirley Temples, ice cream sundaes, root beer floats, fruitcakes, or patriotism. America. Fuck yeah.

So you and I, we need maraschino cherries. What we don't need is a factory to make them for us, not when we can make a better product at home, free of artificial food dyes, high fructose corn syrup, red bees, or communism.

There are a lot of recipes for homemade maraschino cherries on the internet, and I've wanted to try them for a while. Our bee's run-in with the local maraschino factory gave me the push to get off my butt and do it.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Queen of the Sun

Queen of The Sun Teaser Clip from Taggart Siegel on Vimeo.


Yvon Achard, Bee Historian, show us the age-old relationship between man and bees.

I want to be this man.

Mainly I want to be able to grow a mustache, but I also covet the kind of close relationship and quiet interaction he has with his bees.

This documentary looks amazing. If any of you have access to a copy of the full version, I would LOVE to see it.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Against Idleness And Mischief


How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

-Isaac Watts, 1866

Monday, September 6, 2010

First Bees

Bees can be shipped to you in the mail, which is both clever (or at least thought to be a decade ago) and a little bit scary for everyone involved. At a commercial queen raising company in Georgia or one of the other southern states, a newly mated queen is put into a wooden-framed, mesh-sided box with a feeding can and 3 pounds of her nearest and dearest. All in all, it amounts to 10,000 possibly cranky bees in a flimsy looking, open air crate, appearing ready to burst out in an angry swarm at the slightest provocation (or so it may seem to the average postal worker.) Unless you have a local beekeeper willing to sell you a 'nuc' (a 5 frame starter hive) or a local bee supplier who stocks package bees and isn't too terribly far away, ordering bees through the mail is a good (and sometimes lone) option. It's fast, easy, and barring any disasters, convenient, although it is now generally considered to be stressful for the bees.

Bees came into my life via a 4 A.M. call from the local post office on a school night.

"Mr. ONeal?"
"Huh?"