June 1, 1986 |
It isn't news, but I have just learned from a reader, Gordon A. Marten, that the United States has no national flower. Marten writes with a sense of national disgrace and failure but not without hope. He happens to be a marigold man himself. Evidently, the nation suffers this lack of a floral symbol because Congress has failed to agree on one.
October 5, 1986 |
Washington lawmakers have a little message for the Pasadena burghers who run the Rose Parade: This bud's for them. Rejecting the charms of the marigold, the dogwood and the corn tassel, the House of Representatives, after a century of fevered debate and partisan petal pushing, recently declared the rose to be the United States' official national flower.
October 11, 1986 |
We have always been quite specific in deciding national tokens. When ayes and nays were culled in 1782 the nod went not to any old bird, but precisely to one bird, the bald eagle. Baseball is the national pastime and there's no doubt about that--even if the Dodgers and the Angels did appear to be playing different games this year.
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October 7, 1986
Congress has finally resolved an issue that has lingered in its halls for more than a century. It selected the rose as the national flower. To make it official, all that's needed is the President's signature. What could be a better symbol of what this country represents than the rose? Its majestic beauty and fragrance captures our senses as it is displayed daily in floral arrangements and gardens throughout the nation. Its presence gives us that very feeling of peace and pleasure that nature can only provide.
September 24, 1986 |
The House, brushing aside support for marigolds and dogwood blossoms, corn tassels and columbines, ended decades of debate on Tuesday and crowned the rose as America's national flower. The voice-vote decision completed congressional action on the rose resolution, ending debate over an appropriate "national floral emblem" for the United States. The Senate gave its approval a year ago, and the bill now goes to President Reagan.
March 24, 2011 |
A foodie rite of passage here in Los Angeles is to walk the pupusa mile: that stretch of Beverly Boulevard where Koreatown's northeastern fringe pans to a scramble of auto services, a hostess club or two, and Central American restaurants and bakeries. This is the old-guard Salvadoran restaurant row, but these days a new wave of restaurants is revealing a wealth of regional dishes beyond that well-trod corridor. The pupusa may be El Salvador's national dish, but Sonsonate Grill , El Santiagueño and Mis Raices , located in two lesser-known Salvadoran enclaves — between the Vernon-Main neighborhood and Jefferson Park in central L.A., and an area straddling Lake Balboa and Van Nuys in the San Fernando Valley — are showcasing recipes worthy of their greatest culinary symbol, the delectable izote flower.