“Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower
bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git
attention we do, except walk?” Alice Walker
Most
famous for the novel “The Color Purple” (1982), Alice Walker followed that up
with “In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens” (1983), a book of essays that included
a portrait of her own mother Minnie Lou’s talent for gardening and canning fruits
and vegetables. My mother and Aunt Ida
canned tomato sauce and jellies, using paraffin wax as a sealing agent.
Dave’s
family arrived with food from Wing Wah and flowers to celebrate Toni’s birthday. Since it falls on Valentine’s Day, she does
not like to go out to dinner. A bouquet also arrived from Alissa. I gave her macadamia
nuts the day before as an un-birthday present.
“Bouquets” can also mean “kudos,” a fitting appellation for Toni’s 73
years on planet earth.
In
duplicate bridge Charlie Halberstadt and I finished second to Chuck Tomes and
Tom Rea. We played them the last three
hands and had a low board, middle board, and top board. In the first they bid 6 No-Trump and took all
13 tricks in what was a lay down, but others either didn’t bid slam or, in one
case, lost a trick. None of us could
fathom why. Then Charlie went down 2 in
2 Spades vulnerable due to opponents’ cross-roughs, but Chuck and Tom’s plus-200
wasn’t as good as a North-South pair that made five No-Trump for a plus-210.
Then I played 4 Hearts and made an overtrick despite our hands having only a
combined 20 points, same as our opponents.
When Charlie raised me to 3 Hearts, I said, “Oh, well, last hand of the evening, might as well try game.” We
had ten of the 13 hearts, however, and Charlie had a singleton in a suit where
I held the Ace. No other East-West team
even bid game.
Director
Alan Yngve’s weekly lesson was on doubling, a weapon under-utilized, in his
opinion, within our group. I subsequently
doubled a 5-Diamond bid, and, as we set the contract, the move gave us high
board. Against Alan and Dottie Hart,
Charlie made a sacrifice bid of 5 Hearts over their 4 Spades. We only went down one, whereas they would
have gotten more points making their contract.
In fact, afterwards, after seeing how the play went, Alan grumbled that
he should have bid 5 Spades, realizing he’d have only lost two tricks.
above, Lois Mollick holding senior photo; below, Olsen and Johnson
Columnist
Jeff Manes wrote about 87-year-old Lois Mollick, a charter member of Portage
Historical Society. In 1945 Lois cut
school to attend Frank Sinatra’s Tolerance Concert at Gary’s Memorial
Auditorium during the Froebel School Strike.
Jeff had a little fun with her. When
she said that the Portage Historical Society became a not-for-profit
corporation in March of 1988, he said, “Are
you sure it wasn’t April of 1989?” “Yes,
I’m sure,” she replied, not skipping a beat. Then she mentioned a former Portage mayor
named Olson; Jeff asked whether the guy was related to a chap named Ole Olsen, who in the
1930s was part of a comedy team with Chic Johnson. When she brought up her Swedish grandmother
Minnie Otelia Johnson, he wondered if she was related to Chic Johnson, who, he
said, “used to hang out with a chap named
Ole Olsen.”
Jeff,
a movie buff, told me later, “I'm not the first guy to write a tongue-in-cheek
aside about Olsen and Johnson. If you listen closely, Mel Brooks did it in “Blazing
Saddles.” Remember how everybody in the town was named Johnson? The scene that
really cracked me up was when the camera shows a brief shot of the downtown
business area and the ice cream parlor is called 'Johnson's One Flavor.' Ha! Bet it was vanilla. Leave it to Mel Brooks.”
Reading
about Lois Mollick reminded me that on the Summer 2016 cover of Traces was a photo from the Calumet
Regional Archives of bobbysoxers screaming during Frank Sinatra’s Memorial
Auditorium appearance. Wilma L. Moore
revealed that Indiana Historical Library recently acquired a 39-page petition
directed to Mayor Joseph Finerty and the school board opposing the strike. Following
Moore’s article was one by Tiffany Tolbert on Gary Roosevelt.
Comcast
appears to be giving us Showtime
channel in order, no doubt, to lure us into subscribing. I watched an episode of “Masters of Sex,”
based on the lives of sex researchers William H. Masters and Virginia E. Johnson. They visit the Playboy mansion for a meeting
with Hef (the actor was a dead ringer), and one can spot big-breasted topless swimmers
in an aquarium. The estranged wife of Masters attends a consciousness raising
rap session and, after questioning the 1969 Miss America protest where women
tossed feminine products into a Freedom trash can, is persuaded to remove her
brassiere.
Atlantic City, 1969
Ray
Smock posted that Trump received a military deferment for bone
spurs. Larry Maim from Ray’s hometown
of Harvey, Illinois, wondered in what military branch Smock served. Ray replied:
Larry, so you did not like my cheap shot at President's
Trump's military deferments. Fine. My larger point is more important, that he
is a total amateur in government and in less that 30 days has lost control of
his hand-picked staff of campaign zealots who could not make the important
transition to knowing how to govern. As for my military history, I have none. I
had my pre-induction physical in 1959, was expecting to be called up in 30
days, was ready to serve, and never got called. I got married in 1961. I went
to college. By the time the war in Vietnam heated up, I was too old for the
draft. I did have college deferments for 3 years. I hated the war and protested
against it while in grad school in Maryland. By 1970, however, I was teaching
classes at the Pentagon to officers. In 1983 I went to work for the House of Representatives
for 12 years as an appointed officer, the Historian, and I reported directly to
the Speaker of the House. I worked with top officials from all three branches
of government and served as a staff representative on the Commission on the
Bicentennial of the U.S. Constitution, a commission appointed by President
Reagan and chaired by Chief Justice Warren Burger. I was the Speaker's
representative on the commission to commemorate World War II, which took me
back to the Pentagon in the 1990s. Did I serve in the military? NO. Did I get
college deferments in the 1960s? YES. Do I love this country? Of course I do. I
love it so much that I cannot stay silent and watch Donald Trump, a rank
amateur who can't even function from day to day, divide us even more than we
are now. He is currently the biggest threat to national security that we have.
A terrorist bomb may blow up and kill hundreds of people, and that is always a
terrible tragedy. But Trump can destroy the whole government with his
incompetence and his blind loyalty to Russia. This is more than you wanted to
know, I am sure. But you asked a question and I answered it. I wish you
well. Always good to hear from a Harveyite. Half my friends from the old days
are dyed in the wool Republicans, the other half are dyed in the wool
Democrats. Funny how that happened.
Most of my high school classmates, sad to say, are Republicans, Terry
Jenkins and LeeLee Minehart Devenney being exceptions. LeeLee recently planted a tolerance sign in
her winter garden in Harvey Cedars, New Jersey.
IUPUI
grad student Martha Kimbrough was at the Archives researching African-American
and Latino steelworkers for an M.A. thesis.
Both groups were hired as strikebreakers in 1919 but in time became
ardent union supporters. I recommended several books, including “Maria’s
Journey” and “Steelworkers Fight Back” (Steel
Shavings, volume 30, 2000), in addition to the pile Steve McShane had
pulled out for her perusal, and suggested that she narrow her focus and time
frame. One possibility would be to concentrate on a single union, such as Local
1010 at inland Steel Company in East Chicago.
Despite
a 661 series from opponent George Leach, the Engineers took 5 of 7 points from
Pin Chasers to overtake them in the standings.
All of us exceeded our average. I finished with a 479 and picked up a
6-9-10 split. Above us on TV Trump was holding a 77-minute press
conference. Mercifully, the set was on mute.
I learned later that the President disparaged black reporter April Ryan, who asked
if he planned to meet with the Congressional Black Caucus, and lied about
Maryland Congressman Elijah Cummings pulling out of a planned meeting because
he thought it would be bad for him politically.
Reading
William J. Mann’s “The Wars of the Roosevelts,” I was shocked at how ruthless
Theodore Roosevelt behaved toward younger brother Elliot, a playboy prone to
binge drinking. Throughout their lives
the sibling rivalry had been fierce, and TR must have felt pangs of jealously
at Elliot’s natural athleticism and popularity with the ladies. Fearing a scandal that might torpedo his
political ambitions upon learning that Elliot had impregnated a chambermaid, TR
self-righteously insisted that his brother be committed to a sanitarium and
have no direct contact with his family, including daughter Eleanor, permanently scarred by the separation. Mann wrote:
For all his desire to be a force for good and
for change in the world, the ironic dichotomy of Theodore Roosevelt would be
his often-brutal control of his family and his inability to countenance
different worldviews, such as the one his brother had held. Theodore never accepted any responsibility for
the trajectory of his brother’s last years.
To his mind Elliot had brought everything on himself.
Here’s
how historian Edmund Morris describes TR’s reaction to the “hideous revelation” that Elliot had gotten a servant pregnant:
“Of
course he was insane when he did it,” [Roosevelt wrote his sister Bamie]. Infidelity was a crime pure and simple; it could
neither be forgiven nor understood, save as an act of madness. It was an offense against order, decency,
against civilization; it was a desecration of the holy marriage-bed. By reducing himself to the level of “flagrant man-swine,” Elliot had forfeited
all claim to his wife and children. For
Anna to continue to live with him would be “little
short of criminal,” he told Bamie. “She
ought not to have any more children, and those she has should be brought up away
from him.”
Elliott
managed to avoid being permanently institutionalized and eventually moved back
to New York City, where he lived with a devoted mistress. Eleanor
wrote him and saw him a half-dozen times, each one a joyous reunion. At age 34, by now an alcoholic, Elliott
jumped out a window in a suicide attempt and died a few days later after suffering
an epileptic seizure. Kept mostly in the
dark about her father’s deteriorating physical and mental condition and other
imperfections, Eleanor could retain an ideal image of the one person in her
life who loved her unconditionally.
The NWI Times put out a 24-page supplement
titled “How much do you know about Indiana?”
Among the 16 famous Hoosier entertainers were Michael Jackson and
Crystal Taliefero (“From playing the
Zanzibar Lounge on Fifth Ave, in Gary to the first ever concert at Yankee
Stadium, and now being part of Grammy Award-winner Billy Joel’s performances,
Crystal Taliefero’s career has been one impressive feat after another”). Conspicuously absent from the list were actor
Karl Malden and popstar Janet Jackson.
Vivian Carter made a list of Hoosier entrepreneurs. All 17 famous
Hoosier athletes cited (none of them women) hailed from Northwest Indiana,
including Alex Karras, Tony Zale, Ron Kittle, Charlie O. Finley, Gregg
Popovich, and both Glenn Robinson and Glenn Robinson III. I learned there’s a community in Brown County
named Gnaw Bone (the origin a matter of contention among local historians) and
that a century ago the Hammond Distillery was the largest in the country,
producing 50,000 gallons of whisky a day.
Denise and friends on bus to Purdue
Mr. Fenters
For Steve McShane’s class Victoria Northcott
interviewed Denise R. Blakely about her high school experiences at Lake Central
during the 1980s. Her history teacher
Mr. Fenters reminded students of an actor who was in a Dunkin’ Donuts
commercial. Denise recalled: “We would
sit in class and say real low, ‘Time to make the doughnuts,’ and he would get
mad and yell ‘who said that?’, and everyone would burst out laughing. He never could tell who the culprits were.” Many of Denise’s friends were in choir. During a performance at Purdue University
Renee was so nervous that she ran off stage and threw up. Denise went roller
skating several times a week at The Rink in Merrillville, where she met her
first boyfriend and had her first romantic kiss. Denise told Victoria: “We used to cram 8 people in a car to go to the Y and W Drive-in in
Merrillville because you paid per carload back then. It was pretty funny because we had all these
kids crawling out the car once we got in. This is where many a make-out session
took place. No parents, just a bunch of
teens enjoying being a teen.” Denise told Victoria: “I lost my virginity when I was 17.
It was prom night. Scott and I
decided not to go to prom so we could save money. We instead made plans to hang out with our
friends Kari and Brian. They decided to make it their first time, so we decided
to too.”
Tom
Eaton shared a photo of museum visitors consulting their phones, thus paying no
attention to Rembrandt’s “The Night Watch.” To be fair, I’ve been to art openings where attendees
were chatting among themselves rather than perusing the pieces on display. When I saw Rembrandt’s “The Night Watch” at
the Rijkmuseum in Amsterdam, a group of American tourists seemed less
interested in listening to the docent than finding the gift shop.
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