Lydster: peanuts!

immunotherapy?

Peanuts! As I noted, our daughter developed a tree nut and peanut allergy. We discovered this when she was about 2 1/2 and had a cookie served by someone else.

 1440 had a helpful summary. According to a study published in Pediatrics, “new food allergies in the US have dropped 36% in 10 years. The drop follows a 2015 landmark trial on peanuts and shifting national guidance on early introduction to food allergens.” Ah, if it had only been available a decade or sooner.

Wow. “About 60,000 children have avoided developing peanut allergies after guidance first issued in 2015 upended medical practice by recommending introducing the allergen to infants starting as early as 4 months.” I’ve seen stories on the evening news, but without sufficient detail. This is REALLY interesting to me.

My wife, daughter, and I have asked restaurant servers about their processes.   Some places provide more diligence than others; you can immediately sense it.

“Researchers analyzed electronic health records for roughly 125,000 children from 48 pediatric practices across the US. They looked at cohorts of children ages 0-3 before and after a 2015 trial found that feeding peanut products to babies cut their allergy risk by over 80%.” This is great news.

“Guidance was updated to encourage early introduction of peanuts to high-risk children; today, parents are encouraged to introduce peanuts and eight other common allergens to children, regardless of risk level.” High risk includes kids with severe eczema.

“By 2020, an estimated 57,000 fewer children developed food allergies alongside the evolving recommendations. Read the complete study here.”

I can’t help but wonder how that would have worked out if we knew then what we know now.

Treatment

There is also a Peanut Allergy Treatment. “In recent years, peanut immunotherapy has emerged as a treatment option. It is for adults and most children.

“Peanut allergy immunotherapy is a treatment that focuses on building tolerance to peanuts. It desensitizes the body to the allergen.

“The treatment starts with a tiny amount of peanut protein, then gradually increases to larger amounts until a target dose is reached. Building up peanut exposure desensitizes the patient to higher doses of peanut protein.

“Peanut allergy immunotherapy is a treatment, not a cure. It is designed to reduce the frequency and severity of allergic reactions. This includes life-threatening anaphylaxis.”

We haven’t talked about this. However, she had a couple of scares in South Africa, where the labeling was not as robust as in the United States.  If she wanted to start treatment, I would hope it would be while she’s still on my insurance for the next few years.

Lydster: Driver’s license

Let’s go to the whatever!

The daughter wanted a driver’s license in the summer of 2024. She studied the driver’s manual thoroughly and got her driver’s permit. Then she took the mandated five-hour course on August 18th (the date becomes relevant),  but there just wasn’t enough time for her to get enough reps to drive, much to her disappointment.

She was away at college in the fall of 2024. During winter break, she drove a bit. But she was in South Africa in the spring of 2025. So she spent a goodly part of the summer of 2025 wheedling her mother to give her opportunities to drive. “Oh, let’s buy the groceries. Let’s go to the farmers’ market. Why don’t we visit Grandma?  Let’s go to the whatever. The daughter would drive, and my wife would be in the passenger seat. I generally was home because I hate being in the back seat; it kills my knees.

My wife is a quite good driver but we didn’t know how her teaching the daughter to drive would go. Pretty darn well, it seems.

The test

We all agreed that she should get a professional driver to give her one lesson in case my wife missed sharing something. My daughter tried to schedule it in late July, but the guy postponed it to August 3rd, the day before she would take her driver’s test. This made her anxious. The driving instructor was a little prickly, which put her in a bit of a funk.

She got over it. The next day, she took the driving test in downtown Albany and passed it with flying colors! She really wanted to get the license before August 18 so that she didn’t have to retake the five-hour course.

She doesn’t have a car, though. Well, technically, she does. My wife’s previous car was lent to her niece, Alexa, in New York City. But with expenses for the trip to South Africa and the increase in the money we have to spend for college this coming year, there’s no money to put another car on the road. But, you know, when she graduates next spring and makes oodles of money, she may have a car, albeit used. 

For the remainder of August, before she returned to college, she had the “privilege” of moving the car because we have alternate-side street parking. She bought some groceries and did some other chores for the family.

I’m very proud of them. My wife is an excellent driver, and my wife is obviously a good teacher.

A week in the life for July 2025

money for college

Here’s a week in the life for July 2025. Some were referred to before the fact here. The last time was not. 

Friday, July 4: Lavada Nahon, culinary historian and interpreter of African American history with the New York State Office of Parks, Recreation & Historic Preservation, spoke at the Underground Railroad Education Center, 194 Livingston Avenue in Albany. “She has a wealth of experience interpreting the lives of free and enslaved African Americans across the mid-Atlantic region, with an emphasis on the work of enslaved cooks in the homes of the elite class.”

She spoke powerfully about New York State’s Investment in the Institution of Enslavement and Its Legacy Today. Northerners seem to buy the myth that slavery was only a Southern thing, but enslavement existed in New York State until 1827. Frederick Douglass’s famous What To The Slave Is the Fourth of July in 1852 was only a quarter century later.

(Sidebar: I need to write about one of my ancestors who may have been enslaved in New York before 1810, just north of  New York City, per the Northeast Slavery Records Index (NESRI), a “searchable compilation of records that identify individual enslaved persons and enslavers in the states of New York, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut and New Jersey.) 

Also, my church had raised $10,000 for the planned UREC Interpretive Center. The proposed Center has taken a hit with money allocated by the IMLS suddenly terminated.

Songs of Freedom

Sunday, July 6: My family had never been to Hudson Crossing Park in Schuylerville, about 45 minutes north of Albany. As a part of the buildup to the Albany Symphony concert that evening, the UREC singers performed Songs of Freedom at the Pavilion. I didn’t mention that I was one of the singers; my wife was also recruited. Some of us had rehearsed a week before.

Some songs were from George Washington Clark’s The Liberty Minstrel, a “collection of songs and poetry written in the mid-19th century addressing the themes of slavery and the yearning for freedom.” It seemed to have been well received.

But it was really hot and muggy, and my family left before the ASO performance.

Frederick Douglass

Tuesday, July 8: Jack Hanrahan discussed his history/travel book, Traveling Freedom’s Road: Frederick Douglass in Maryland at the 161 Washington Avenue branch of the Albany Public Library. He was very informative and engaging. 

Jack also described his 2022 book, Traveling Freedom’s Road: A Guide to Exploring Our Civil Rights History. “In 2018, [he] and his wife Lisa took a lengthy car trip to the South. They visited big cities and small towns where civil rights history was made decades ago. The trip changed them.” While initially focusing on several Southern States, he expanded the book to most of the country. 

He’s now working on books about Frederick Douglass in New England, and in New York in the next two years.

Money for college

Wednesday July 9th: My wife and daughter, with my input, have been working on a letter to send to our daughter’s college. The college has offered us far less for this upcoming semester than what they had given us in previous years.

They believe that we are lot more well off. That’s in part because I had taken out several thousand dollars from my retirement 401K to help finance my daughter’s semester abroad to the University of Cape Town, South Africa.  This shows up as income on an IRS statement, but in fact I am merely taking money from my extant resource.

The appeals process trying to convey this messsage mechanically involved making a bunch of PDFs and then trying to upload it to the college. It didn’t “take” on Monday, so this was a redo.

Unfortunately, the computers of my wife and daughter are lacking upload capabilities. So they had to purloin my computer for several hours over the two days. My own machine also has upload limitations – I can’t upload Windows 11, which I need to do before October – but I had enough capacity so they could eventually get those documents to the college.

We hope that our appeal is successful, but we do have a Hail Mary Plan B.

Weird random thing

In the past week, two strangers, separately, walked up to me and said how much they like my sunglasses. They fit over my regular glasses. I have had  prescription sunglasses, but they’ve never worked for me, even the ones that change. for a few minutes, they are too dark when I walk indoors and not dark enough when I go outdoors.

These sunglasses I bought for three bucks at Lodge’s, a downtown department store founded around the end of the Civil War. I  should see if they have more.

Lydster: plane ride home

Thandeka Dladla

The day before the daughter took the plane ride home, I asked her, on WhatsApp, if she had her ticket and passport. She wrote back, “I hope so.” Of course, she did, but it wasn’t the answer I had been seeking. She arrived at the airport in Cape Town about four hours before her scheduled flight on June 17, as recommended, which was beneficial because loading began over an hour before takeoff.

So it wasn’t precisely a plane ride “home” but to the DC metro. Meanwhile, my wife was driving us from the Poconos to a Hampton Inn near Dulles International Airport. We could follow the 14-hour flight on the United Airlines app.

The daughter has landed!

On the morning of June 18, we took a hotel shuttle to the airport, and after the driver spoke with the daughter on my phone, he was able to locate her. We see the Daughter! After brief hugs, we returned to the Hampton, ate breakfast, and then went back to the Poconos. Since her internal clock was six hours ahead of Eastern time, and she hadn’t slept much on the plane, there was a period of adjustment.

Still, she shared gifts with us, including some various flavored salts and teas for my wife. I received a University of Cape Town hat and t-shirt. Additionally, I got CDs of Miriam Makeba and a live album by Thandeka Dladla, a devotee of Makeba who my daughter has seen perform.  As my daughter predicted, she fell asleep listening to Dladla.

The next day, after breakfast, we went to the miniature golf course. It was two 18-hole courses, one on the plains and the other on the mountains. It was accurate in that the latter involved far more steps to climb. It also started getting very warm and muggy as we swatted some mosquitoes.

We stopped at the general store for lunch, then stayed for ice cream when a quick deluge fell from the sky.

The next day, we went home, stopping at Milford, PA  en route. About three hours after arriving home, the daughter went out with a friend. It’s good to have her back.

Lydster: telling her about Christy

Christy Harris D’Ambrosio

Among the most terrible things I had to do regarding my daughter was telling her about Christy Harris D’Ambrosio, who died on Tuesday, April 8. Christy was the youth director at our church when my daughter was active growing up in the church. She directed several plays that my daughter participated in, including The Prince of Egypt, Once on This Island, The Lion King, an iteration of Assassins called Shooters, Bethlehemian Rhapsody, a performance using Beatles music, and even a piece that required the kids to write their own content. Christy was also a long-time member of our choir.

When I heard on the Sunday before she died that she was not expected to make it, right after church, I rushed to a parent of another kid who had been in my daughter’s confirmation class. I said, How are you telling your kid? How am I going to tell MY kid, who is in South Africa?

The day after Christy had passed, I tried to set up a WhatsApp meeting with my daughter. It didn’t work, so we communicated on Facebook Messenger, which meant that I couldn’t see her face, just her photo. I spent about 20 minutes discussing almost anything except the news I needed to share with her. When I told her that Christy had died, the first thing she said was “What?”

Christy had been very ill several times in the last four or five years with cancer. Still, she tended to rally and get better. She even made it back into the choir for a brief time. The news was a surprise, yet not. I could hear my the upset in my daughter’s voice and I felt helpless in doing anything about it, which frankly sucked.

Obit, augmented

I’m going to steal from the obit on her Facebook page:

“She was the Youth Director at the First Presbyterian Church of Albany for over a decade.” The kids adored her. My daughter and two of her compatriots made what I guess was a memory box. Christy said it was her favorite gift ever.
“Served as the Albany Presbytery Coordinator for the National Presbytery Triennium for Youth in 2013, 2016, and 2019.” Oh, yeah, she accompanied the First Presbyterian youth group, including the daughter, in 2019, and even got me to volunteer as one of the chaperones on a round-trip bus trip to West Lafayette, IN.
“Coordinator for the New York State Council of Churches Youth Leadership Conferences in both New York City and Washington, DC.” My daughter went on trips to those cities.
“In 2014, Christy coordinated a GroupCares national work camp in Albany, organizing over 400 youth from across the nation to paint and/or repair 30+ homes in the South End, Arbor Hill, and West Hills neighborhoods, as well as the PYHIT Schuyler Inn facility in Menands.” Oh, yeah, our whole family participated in this. 
“Christy was honored by the NYS Council of Churches in 2017 for Excellence in Christian Formation and received a Community Service Award from the Cameroonian Association of the Greater Capital District in 2019.
“Christy also worked as an Administrator for Albany Pro Musica and volunteered at Music Mobile, Wizard’s Wardrobe, and Children at the Well (With Our Voices).”  Wizard’s Wardrobe is a tutoring program located in the South End, where my wife works. It was Christy who came up with the idea of a Readers Theater, which has been one of the most successful fundraising efforts.
Services
“Relatives and friends are invited to visit with Christy’s family on Friday, May 2, 2025, from 4:00 to 7:00 pm at McVeigh Funeral Home, 208 North Allen Street, Albany, NY 12206. Please enter the funeral home from the rear parking lot entrance only. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, May 3, 2025, at 2:00 pm at First Presbyterian Church, 362 State Street, Albany, NY 12210.” Of COURSE the choir will be singing, because. “Interment will follow at Our Lady of Angels Cemetery immediately following the Service. To leave a message for the family, please visit www.McveighFuneralHome.com
“Donations can be made in her memory to Wizard’s Wardrobe, PO Box 61, Albany, NY 12201 (wizardswardrobe.org) or With Our Voices, PO Box 271, Latham, NY 12110 (withourvoices.org). 

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