Saturday, October 4, 2025

CONDON’S CORNER


A watermelon bought in Crozet, VA, does not resemble the watermelons of the author’s youth, decades ago. Back then, no one ever cut open a store-bought watermelon that wasn’t almost fully red inside. (© Marlene A. Condon)

 

“The Good Ole Days” © Marlene A. Condon 2025 All Rights Reserved 

[Published September 23, 2025, by The Daily Progress, the daily newspaper of Charlottesville, Virginia, and The News Virginian, the daily newspaper of Waynesboro, Virginia]


I was once married to a man who didn’t believe “the good ole days” ever existed. When I would comment that things really were better when I was growing up, he’d insist they weren’t. He believed people’s minds fooled them.

 

According to some scientists—who agree with my ex—“‘Things aren’t what they used to be’ because we are suffering from psychological biases.” Or so claims Nick Chater, Professor of Behavioural Science who says that “our belief [that] things were better in the past is because of loss aversion and our ‘rose-tinted’ memory.” https://www.wbs.ac.uk/news/why-we-think-life-was-better-in-the-good-old-days/

 

But perhaps how one views the past depends upon what exactly one is considering for his valuation of it.

 

Professor Chater speaks of big events, such as the two world wars, as if they are things that no one will ever possibly experience again. He sounds as if he believes the future is going to be all “Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows”—the title of a song by sixties singer Lesley Gore.

 

I would contend, however, that such things could very well repeat themselves in the future of mankind, and shouldn’t be how one gauges the quality of life. As individuals, we are hard-pressed to exert any control over such significant occurrences. Therefore, we should examine things from the past that were quite impactful at a personal level.    

 

Very meaningful facts from bygone days do exist to support my own contention that many things in the past were decidedly superior to what they are now. Consider our food supply.

 

As we need to eat every day of our lives to remain healthy and strong, we need to enjoy the food that we put into our mouths. If you don’t like the taste of food, it’s darned difficult to want to consume it.

 

Look at the photo that accompanies this commentary. It shows a watermelon bought in July 2025 at a local grocery store. When I was a child, or even a young adult, decades ago, I never saw a watermelon like the one pictured here. And, sad to say, this watermelon is not the only one I’ve ever bought in more recent years that consists of a fair bit of inedible white rind. Worse yet, it’s not the only kind of food that has deteriorated in quality.

 

Strawberries went downhill long ago in the same manner as the watermelon. These fruits might look as red as you’d expect, but nowadays that red color is usually only skin-deep. The moment you bite into or slice your strawberry, what are you likely to find? Just as with the watermelon, much inedible white flesh rather than a fully red fruit as it ought to be. So much for superbly luscious flavor.

 

It can even be difficult to get a fully ripe strawberry from a farm. Years ago, I appeared on PBS’ Virginia Homegrown. A separate segment was about a farmer. He was wonderfully thoughtful and brought strawberries for everyone. Even those fruits were not fully red inside.

 

Have you bought a green pepper or a cucumber lately? Many of these particular veggies are absolutely tasteless most of the time when bought from a store. What drives the act of consuming food? Taste. If food doesn’t taste good, what is going to compel you to continue eating it? Only starvation.

 

For decades, I grew my own fruits and veggies and consequently ate well and healthfully. But with the passing years, my rheumatoid arthritis has taken evermore of a toll so that now I need to purchase almost all the food that goes into my mouth.

 

When I first started buying fresh fruits and vegetables, the store-bought produce was fine to eat. Sadly, for at least the past decade or so, that has no longer been the case.

 

Luckily, you can find some kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables (particularly leafy ones, such as spinach) in the produce section that are in good condition and taste okay, and produce that freezes well can be found in the frozen food section. But, it can be darned hard to find decent-quality fresh produce these days from a store.

 

The problem, of course, is that feeding the many humans on the planet today requires bringing in food from long distances. Sometimes these foods are picked before they ripen and thus never can ripen adequately. Others are selected to be grown for how well they can travel and less so for their flavor.

 

It's not only foods that are problematic, but also flowering plants. Roses are small and do not exhibit the heavenly fragrance they once did, and many grocery stores sell flowers that are so perfectly formed that they look artificial! Why bother growing them if they don’t even look alive? 

 

Returning to the British Professor Chater, he says that, “The idea that everything is getting worse - declinism - is an old one. Even ancient Athens saw itself as having declined from a former, mythical golden age. So perhaps our minds are tricking us into thinking things are getting worse.”

 

He goes on to say that, “In particular our memory tends to forget about the bad events in our past and we have a tendency to rehearse and dwell on the good things that happened in the past, we retell them a lot more often, so we reinforce the good memories. We tend to remember the great songs or cars or football players from the ‘old days’ and forget all the bad ones.”

 

Balderdash! Surely everyone realizes that when bad things happen to us, they are usually far more impactful upon us than good things. Yes, we may want to forget the bad things, but bad circumstances have consequences, which is what makes them so bad—and thus we DO remember them. We may prefer to push them out of our minds as much as possible, but they will always reappear now and again.   

 

So, no, I don’t believe it’s just our imagination that some things were better long ago. They really were better. 


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Wednesday, September 3, 2025

 CONDON’S CORNER


The abundance of tasty (even to humans) fruits on an Autumn Olive shrub indicates extremely successful pollination by an abundance of critters.


Help wildlife: Grow Autumn Olive shrubs

© Marlene A. Condon 


[Published August 21, 2025, by The Daily Progress, the daily newspaper of Charlottesville, Virginia, and The News Virginian, the daily newspaper of Waynesboro, Virginia] 


Before Canadians ever thought about spending winters in the southern United States (where they were nicknamed “snowbirds” by Americans), some bird species were already traveling there—except, for them, it was out of sheer necessity. When the cold winds of autumn hint at the winter to come, these original "snowbirds" leave their northerly breeding grounds for places like my yard in Virginia.


White-throated Sparrows, Dark-eyed Juncos, Hermit Thrushes, Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers, and many other species enjoy a winter home here because they find cover, food, and water to make it through each day.


Every winter the author’s Autumn Olive shrubs host Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers that make sap wells beneficial to them and many other forms of wildlife. 
 

Unfortunately, the ability of these birds to survive anywhere until spring returns is more threatened with every passing year. While people understand loss of habitat from development, virtually no one recognizes a much more insidious source of habitat loss that is supported by both government and environmentalists: the removal of nonnative plants in the name of “saving” the natural world.

 

The popular narrative is that nonnative plants destroy ecological integrity (ecosystems with their native components intact that allows both the systems, and the organisms in them, to regenerate themselves for the perpetuation of life). But the truth is that vilified nonnative plants do support wildlife and thus help species to survive and reproduce.

 

As I take my almost daily morning walks in the winter months, I invariably see numerous juncos and white-throats feeding upon seeds of dried Japanese Stiltgrass plants (Microstegium vimineum) that line the edges of the country roads I travel.

 

In my yard at this time of year, Hermit Thrushes find and feed upon the bright-red berries of Japanese Barberry shrubs (Berberis thunbergii var. atropurpurea) when many kinds of fruits on my native plants—such as Blackhaw Viburnum (Viburnum prunifolium), Flowering Dogwood (Cornus florida), and Spicebush (Lindera benzoin)—have long since been eaten.

 

Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers habitually visit my Autumn Olive shrubs (Elaeagnus umbellata) that provide copious amounts of sap, not only for them but also for other kinds of birds and mammals that take advantage of the oozing “sap wells” these birds create. Even insects roused to activity in winter by unusually warm days are able to stay alive, thanks to nutrition made available by the sapsuckers.

 

Sadly, this wonderful delicatessen of a shrub is perhaps the most reviled nonnative species of all. Yet it feeds a huge array of creatures in horribly degraded habitats that can’t possibly support many native-plant species, such as road margins compacted by highway mowers and polluted with auto fluids and road salt; long-unused cow fields compacted by half-ton animals and containing nutrient-poor soil; etc.

 

Years ago, I visited a designated wildlife area near Natural Bridge in Lexington, Virginia. The ground was severely depleted of plant nutrients and organic matter, making it extremely difficult for any plants to grow there except colonizers, such as native Redcedar (Juniperus virginiana) and nonnative Autumn Olive.

 

While the evergreen Redcedar provides cover and fruits, Autumn Olive is far more useful to far more animals throughout much more of the year by way of edible buds, pollen, nectar, leaves, and fruits, in addition to providing cover when foliage is still on the plants.

 

In spring, Autumn Olive flowers provide an abundance of nectar and pollen for many kinds of pollinators, from bees and butterflies to wasps and flies. Thanks to these insects, bounteous small red fruits appear later and feed many species of birds along with mammals (such as the American Black Bear, the Gray Squirrel, and the Eastern Chipmunk) in late summer and early fall.


Numerous species of butterflies (such as the Eastern Tiger Swallowtail shown here), bees, wasps, and other kinds of insects obtain nourishment from Autumn Olive blooms in early spring, making it a superb wildlife plant.

 

And perhaps most importantly of all, this shrub contains numerous buds that feed those birds visiting from hundreds of miles away in winter—the white-throats and the juncos—as well as resident Gray Squirrels, during this most difficult time of year to find food.


A Gray Squirrel is able to take advantage of freshly sprouted Autumn Olive leaves in late winter when food sources are not yet abundant.


So why are government biologists and environmentalists determined to remove or pesticide every single Autumn Olive from lands set aside specifically for the benefit of wildlife—as had taken place before I visited the Natural Bridge State Park? The answer lies in an oft-stated but unproven statement that our migratory birds are in trouble mainly because of a dearth of caterpillars, a situation that exists supposedly due to a profusion of nonnative plants.

 

While it’s true that nonnative plants don’t support an abundance of these particular larvae (Autumn Olive does feed at least one caterpillar species), it’s not at all clear that a dearth of moth larvae (most caterpillars are the immature form of moths) is the result of a dearth of native trees (although currently red oaks are dying, undoubtedly due to more commonly occurring droughts).

 

Indeed, you’ve probably heard that if every homeowner grew an oak in his yard, suburbia could be transformed into a facsimile of a national park in which warblers and thrushes, etc., could nest. But that idea is simplistic at best and extremely harmful at worst.

 

If you’ve flown over the eastern part of the U.S. where so many of us live, and had a window seat, you’ve seen that plenty of native trees exist to feed caterpillars. The actual explanation for the dearth of caterpillars is the dearth of moths, and that’s the result of lights burning all night that attract them. A moth circling a light until it’s exhausted is a moth that doesn’t mate and reproduce to leave behind caterpillars that can feed birds.

 

View the 2023 NASA night image of the United States to see how polluted with light our world has become:

https://www.fws.gov/media/artificial-light-map-united-states-nasa-earth-observatoryjpg

 

According to National Geographic, the ubiquitous night lighting has even obscured the Milky Way for eighty percent of Americans.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/science/article/milky-way-space-science

 

Still not convinced that night lighting is the problem? Pay attention while driving or walking around your neighborhood. You’ll be amazed by the number of lights burning 24/7 outside people’s homes and local businesses, even in rural areas.

 

Improving the health of your local environment is easy: Rather than ridding your property of plants disparaged by folks who don’t understand what is actually happening in the environment, just turn off all those unnecessary lights.


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Wednesday, July 23, 2025

 CONDON’S CORNER 


The Farm Choice Country Store: A Harrisonburg Delight!


©Marlene A. Condon 2025 All Rights Reserved


[Published July 17, 2025, by The Daily Progress, the daily newspaper of Charlottesville, Virginia, The News Virginian, the daily newspaper of Waynesboro, Virginia, and The Daily News-Record, the daily newspaper of Harrisonburg, Virginia.]


Providing squirrels with their own feeder of peanuts in the shell keeps them busy and satisfied so they don’t bother your feeders for the birds (Photo courtesy of Phillip Liskey)


Are you a beginner and need assistance? The owner, Phillip Liskey, is delighted to help you find just what you need. He’s as much “into” helping to make animals “happy” as anyone I’ve ever met, and thus is the perfect person to give you advice and solid information so you can do the same.

 





Sunday, July 13, 2025

CONDON’S CORNER 


On Father’s Day: Memories of a Wonderful Father


[Published June 15, 2025, by The Daily Progress, the daily newspaper of Charlottesville, Virginia, and The News Virginian, the daily newspaper of Waynesboro, Virginia.]


© Marlene A. Condon 2025 All Rights Reserved


Carolina Wrens are superb parents, feeding and protecting their chicks both in the nest and for a few weeks after they leave.  

 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an interest in the natural world. My earliest memories of my maternal grandparents’ farm include a Red Fox in the driveway one evening when my family arrived, and the plethora of wildflowers along the road as we walked to a wild blueberry patch to pick some of these fruits for breakfast. 

 

By the time I was six years old and had finished first grade, my family moved from the big city to a small town of only about 10,000 people. It was the perfect place for me to grow up; farms and wild places were nearby so I was able to indulge my love of nature.

 

With no streetlights along our road, I was able to view the night sky in all its glory, unobscured by artificial lighting. My father would keep me company as I taught myself the constellations and made my first “scientific” notes for further reference.

 

My fascination with the stars and galaxies meant I needed a small telescope to further my pursuits, and I also took an avid interest in the new (at that time) efforts by mankind to reach outer space and eventually the Moon. My father played a key role in assisting my learning in these areas.

 

I recall the day he brought home a book on astronomy for me. I had read everything in our school library by the third grade and keenly wanted to know more. Thus, I was absolutely thrilled to get that book, and it has traveled with me to every place I have lived and resides now in my office book case.

 

It’s a fond, physical reminder of how well my father paid attention to my interests and assisted me to learn—despite the fact that he himself had not even been able to finish high school. My understanding is that he needed to quit school to help support his many siblings. And yet, despite the fact my dad never earned a high school diploma, he very much encouraged my own learning, for which I can’t praise him enough.

 

In addition to buying me my first book on astronomy, he also never missed the chance to purchase the numerous space stamps put out by the Post Office to commemorate American astronauts traveling into space. I thoroughly appreciated all of his efforts on my behalf to assist me in learning about our universe.

 

Additionally, my father was well aware of my love of nature. Thus, whenever he needed to visit his dentist an hour or so away from home, he would bring me with him to enjoy the ride through the countryside. I loved viewing the woods we travelled by and getting the opportunity to see wildlife.

 

My father passed away long ago, but I’ll never forget the wonderful opportunities he gave me to further my learning of the natural world. In fact, I can’t help but think of him every year as I keep tabs upon my Carolina Wrens. The male of this species very much reminds me of my father, as he’s always there to assist with the chicks. In this sense, my father was the ideal dad.

 

In spring, a Carolina Wren finds a female with which he will remain steadfast and true until he or she dies. He shows her the local nesting sites and even builds an almost complete nest in each location. The female gets to pick her favorite spot and completes the nest the male started there.

 

She lays one egg per day, which both wrens keep tabs on until the female lays the final one. She immediately begins to incubate all of them on that same day. She’ll lay five eggs for the first nesting of the season, then four eggs, and finally three eggs for the final nesting.

 

The female leaves the eggs occasionally to feed herself, although the male also brings her food as she keeps the eggs warm. After the eggs hatch, both wrens feed the chicks, taking good care of them until they are ready to fly the coop.

 

The chicks usually all leave on the same day, but sometime a chick isn’t ready and remains overnight in the nest. After being fed a little bit the next morning, it’s then enticed to leave as the parents call it while also tending to the young chicks that’ve already fledged.

 

The parents are kept quite busy feeding their family, and every evening they herd the chicks into one spot where they can sleep together. The parents leave to sleep elsewhere, and return at dawn to feed their young and get them back out into the world. Those babies have a lot to learn so there’s no time to waste.

 

Like the male Carolina Wren, my dad was the perfect parent.


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