Blog Archives are located below row of pictures on the left. Date of each blog is listed below the picture that corresponds with the story.
April 12, 2017
My latest Newspaper in Education Story, A long Journey Home, a 16 chapter story set during the Civil War, is presenting running in the following Kansas newspapers: Hays Daily News, Salina Journal, Garden City Telegram, Hutchinson News, and the Ottawa Herald. The story began on March 28 and features two chapters a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
While researching the story I ran across some interesting bits of history. First of all, with Mr. Trump’s assertion that illegal aliens voted, thus creating voter fraud, and kept him from winning the popular vote, it might be a bit of healing balm to his sense of self worth, if he knew, that just like him, our now beloved Abraham Lincoln did not win the popular vote, but did, of course win the electoral vote. It wasn’t folks voting illegally, but the South’s dislike of him for treading on their rights to keep slaves, buying and selling them like any other commodity, that lost Lincoln the popular vote. (I wonder if women could have voted, if it would have made any difference.) (more…)
January 31, 2017
Some of us take life too seriously and fill the hours of our days with worry, fear, envy, and other doubts that color our vision of self. We imagine others have it better, are smarter, more talented, and we endure, as Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet’s Soliloquy, “the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.” Which is of course very true, for there are many, many things to worry about as there always have been and always will be. But some of us can laugh, even in the face of death. The actress, Gilda Radner, one of the original cast of Saturday night Live, was stricken with ovarian cancer and died at age 43. She wrote a poem about her ordeal which was published in the New England Journal of Medicine two years before her death. “Doctors are whippersnappers in ironed white coats who spy up your rectums and look down your throats; And press you and poke you with sterilized tools and stab at solutions that pacify fools. I used to revere them and do what they said, ‘till I learned what they learned on was already dead.” (more…)
January 3, 2017
I am in the process of writing a fictional story for middle grade school children about the Civil War, for a program called Newspapers in Education, sponsored by several Kansas newspapers. Going back to those days when American divided itself into two countries, the North and the South, I am struck anew at how we as a nation thought we had to kill each other to solve our differences. It seems that in this war, young men were seen as heroes and those with a lick of common sense, were drowned out in the shouting of those quick to take umbrage, those who thought their beliefs superseded all others. The recent images of Aleppo should so horrify the world that wars would cease to exist, but of course, they won't. Most wars, start with a Hitler, a Basher al-assad, ruthless dictators who practice total suppression. We were all Americans, could we not, during that time in 1861-65, have chosen representatives from each side to meet and work together at resolving the issues? I know we should have been able to, but then I think of Congress. :-) (more…)
November 30, 2016
“It’s A Wonderful Life” by the famed movie director Frank Capra and starring James Stewart and Donna Reed will soon be showing in homes all across America and elsewhere. Since the film came out in 1946, it has become a Christmas classic right up there with Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” Both stories feature
beings from some other world with the singular purpose of delivering live-changing messages for Scrooge and George Bailey (Jimmy Stewart). But it seems another being, maybe from this world, maybe not, visited Frank Capra back in 1944 and was the direct cause of his producing and directing “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
As you will recall, three ghosts came to Scrooge, one from the past, one from the present, and one from the future. Mr. Dickens wrote they were ghosts, but if he’d had Frank Capra’s experience previous to producing “It’s a Wonderful Life” he might have sent angels to visit old Scrooge instead of ghosts. (more…)
November 9, 2016
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I write historical fiction and because my stories need to be true to the times, I research that part of the past where my characters will live for the duration of the story. I’ve heard so many people say our world, our America, is in terrible shape and getting more so all the time. So I thought for this blog I’d do a kind of poll and ask, if you had a chance to leave this “troubled world” of the present and go back in time to what is often thought of as a kinder, gentler time, which one of the ten people listed below would you choose to live in his or her time period and in his or her skin.
1. A man involved in the early slave trade—sailing the ship loaded with cargo from Africa because you can make good money selling those black people.
2. A woman in prison with Alice Paul and Lucy Burns, beaten, fed slop, and called a traitor and declared insane all because you wanted the right to vote.
3. A man on the battlefield in the War Between the States, Americans killing Americans, because they can’t settle their differences peacefully. (more…)
October 4, 2016
Fiorello La Guardia served a mayor of New York from 1934 to 1945. He was affectionately nicknamed The Little Flower for his small stature, only five-four, and the fresh carnation he wore in his lapel. Energetic and charismatic, he was acclaimed one of the greatest mayors in America. He called those who would fleece their neighbors; crooks and tinhorns. His weekly radio sign-off, “Patience and fortitude.” He lived the commandment, love thy neighbor, whether he realized it or not. Unlike most men in New York, especially prominent men, he wore a sombrero, and he was interested and involved in all aspects of the lives of the citizens of New York. He’d take all the children from an orphanage to a ballgame, and when the newspapers were on strike, he’d go on the radio and read the Sunday funnies to the kids., One bitter cold night, he even chose to preside in night court. On this particular night a man (some accounts say a woman) trembling and shabbily dressed, bent with the slings and arrows of life, was brought before him, accused of stealing a loaf of bread to feed his starving family. (more…)
September 4, 2016
Terry Anderson was another member of the Church of the Locked Door. He endured 2, 455 days in those small dark cells devoid of sunlight, nearly seven years, and yet, on his release, appeared to be in good mental and physical shape, except for a sinus infection and a lung inflammation, both easily treatable. According to family and friends, Anderson was a doer, a restless man always searching, always actively engaged whether in work or social settings and it seems with a personality such as his, he would have crumbled, emerging those seven years later, a broken man. Instead, he came out strong, even joking. When asked what his last words were to his captors, he rolled his eyes and said, “Goodbye.”
He did not, however, despite the face he presented to the world, escape unscathed. In her book, The Hostage’s Daughter by Anderson’s daughter Sulome, discloses that he suffered for a long time with PTSD. (more…)
August 6, 2016
In 1985, David Jacobsen, an American in West Beirut, the head of the largest hospital there, was taken captive by three men in hoods with machineguns in hand. They forced him into a four-door car, where blindfolded, bound, and gagged he was taken to East Beirut and over time taken from one dirt floor hideout to another. In each place, chained to a wall, he existed in darkness, the blindfold always in place. Not allowed to speak, he was fed a watery mush of rice and lentils, and allowed one daily visit to the toilet. Eventually he joined other hostages and periodically new arrivals were brought in. They communicated in whispers, learning news of the outside world from the new hostages, and, despite being constantly blindfolded, were able to sneak quick glimpses of each other’s faces. They talked of their families, their homes, and shared their faith. (more…)
July 3, 2016
This story is on the internet now, but it happened long before the internet was born. I ran across it many years ago and saved it just because I liked it. Then, I had no idea that one day I’d have a web page with a blog that thinks I ought to feed it every month
and that I’d rediscover it in my files on this day in July when my blog was waiting be filled. It’s a wonderful story.
Luigi “Lou Little” Piccolo was head football coach at Georgetown College in the 1920s and from the 1930s to 1956 when it was Georgetown University. He told this story about one of his players who was at best a third rate player, but so full of spirit that he enthused it into the other players. If he played at all it was only the last few minutes of the game when the outcome was certain. (more…)
June 6, 2016
In every society there are rules for comfortably relating to others. Most people understand these rules and abide by them. But some are totally clueless of their effect on others. These people are stress carriers.
Rebecca, Sam, and Bob are three examples of stress carriers, but, Rebecca’s is situational. She is a grade school teacher and one day, dealing with a personal problem, the kids picked up on her angst and were unsettled to some degree throughout the day. Sam and Bob are habitual stress carriers. Sam fancies himself a great wit. His humor is razor sharp, his observations clever, but there is always a putdown of one kind or another embedded in his humor, his clever observations. Bob loves to talk and talk and talk and talk, and if someone else manages to speak, he waits to verbally pounce again, often taking over and finishing the thoughts and words of others.
Rebecca knows she was the culprit in her classroom that day and it will rarely happen again, if at all. On the other hand, Sam and Bob will offend over and over again. They have no clue, of course, and believe themselves to be friendly, entertaining, and highly likable. They do not realize the tension they create in others, nor do they know that as their audience seeks desperately to escape, others around them, who have been the victim of Sam’s “jokes” and/or Bob’s verbosity, look on in sympathy and often commiserate with the victim when he/she finally breaks away. (more…)