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07/29/18 03:33 PM #3649    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

High school Career Day,

Choose what you will be later,

How did that work out?




Homeroom one one one,

Sister Francesca's fake plants,

Watered during prayers.



Sister Norbertine,

Crying hard, the announcement

November two two.



Jim

07/29/18 03:47 PM #3650    

 

David Mitchell

And don't you dare think I'm done with the "movie" memories idea.

In fact, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!"

 

T. B. C. 


07/29/18 05:57 PM #3651    

 

Michael McLeod

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The story below, explaining the significance of the comic-strip panel above,  is from The Jon S. Randal Peace Page.  Charles Schultz and his column was one of the sweet influences of our childhood and young adulthood. It's good to remember that it was so because of the heart and spirit of its creator. Charles Schultz was a good man. The truth about being human can reach out to us in many ways.


 

 

On July 31, 1968, a young, black man was reading the newspaper when he saw something that he had never seen before. With tears in his eyes, he started running and screaming throughout the house, calling for his mom. He would show his mom, and, she would gasp, seeing something she thought she would never see in her lifetime. Throughout the nation, there were similar reactions.

What they saw was Franklin Armstrong's first appearance on the iconic comic strip "Peanuts." Franklin would be 50 years old this year.

Franklin was "born" after a school teacher, Harriet Glickman, had written a letter to creator Charles M. Schulz after Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot to death outside his Memphis hotel room.

Glickman, who had kids of her own and having worked with kids, was especially aware of the power of comics among the young. “And my feeling at the time was that I realized that black kids and white kids never saw themselves [depicted] together in the classroom,” she would say.

She would write, “Since the death of Martin Luther King, 'I’ve been asking myself what I can do to help change those conditions in our society which led to the assassination and which contribute to the vast sea of misunderstanding, hate, fear and violence.'”

Glickman asked Schulz if he could consider adding a black character to his popular comic strip, which she hoped would bring the country together and show people of color that they are not excluded from American society.

She had written to others as well, but the others feared it was too soon, that it may be costly to their careers, that the syndicate would drop them if they dared do something like that.

Charles Schulz did not have to respond to her letter, he could have just completely ignored it, and everyone would have forgotten about it. But, Schulz did take the time to respond, saying he was intrigued with the idea, but wasn't sure whether it would be right, coming from him, he didn't want to make matters worse, he felt that it may sound condescending to people of color.

Glickman did not give up, and continued communicating with Schulz, with Schulz surprisingly responding each time. She would even have black friends write to Schulz and explain to him what it would mean to them and gave him some suggestions on how to introduce such a character without offending anyone. This conversation would continue until one day, Schulz would tell Glickman to check her newspaper on July 31, 1968.

On that date, the cartoon, as created by Schulz, shows Charlie Brown meeting a new character, named Franklin. Other than his color, Franklin was just an ordinary kid who befriends and helps Charlie Brown. Franklin also mentions that his father was "over at Vietnam." At the end of the series, which lasted three strips, Charlie invites Franklin to spend the night one day so they can continue their friendship.

There was no big announcement, there was no big deal, it was just a natural conversation between two kids, whose obvious differences did not matter to them. And, the fact that Franklin's father was fighting for this country was also a very strong statement by Schulz.

Although Schulz never made a big deal over the inclusion of Franklin, there were many fans, especially in the South, who were very upset by it and that made national news. One Southern editor even said, “I don’t mind you having a black character, but please don’t show them in school together.”

It would eventually lead to a conversation between Schulz and the president of the comic's distribution company, who was concerned about the introduction of Franklin and how it might affect Schulz' popularity. Many newspapers during that time had threatened to cut the strip.

Schulz' response: "I remember telling Larry at the time about Franklin -- he wanted me to change it, and we talked about it for a long while on the phone, and I finally sighed and said, "Well, Larry, let's put it this way: Either you print it just the way I draw it or I quit. How's that?"

Eventually, Franklin became a regular character in the comic strips, and, despite complaints, Franklin would be shown sitting in front of Peppermint Patty at school and playing center field on her baseball team.

More recently, Franklin is brought up on social media around Thanksgiving time, when the animated 1973 special "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" appears. Some people have blamed Schulz for showing Franklin sitting alone on the Thanksgiving table, while the other characters sit across him. But, Schulz did not have the same control over the animated cartoon on a television network that he did on his own comic strip in the newspapers.

But, he did have control over his own comic strip, and, he courageously decided to make a statement because of one brave school teacher who decided to ask a simple question.

Glickman would explain later that her parents were "concerned about others, and the values that they instilled in us about caring for and appreciating everyone of all colors and backgrounds — this is what we knew when we were growing up, that you cared about other people . . . And so, during the years, we were very aware of the issues of racism and civil rights in this country [when] black people had to sit at the back of the bus, black people couldn’t sit in the same seats in the restaurants that you could sit . . . Every day I would see, or read, about black children trying to get into school and seeing crowds of white people standing around spitting at them or yelling at them . . . and the beatings and the dogs and the hosings and the courage of so many people in that time."

Because of Glickman, because of Schulz, people around the world were introduced to a little boy named Franklin.


07/29/18 06:34 PM #3652    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Mike,

Great story and historical perspective. One point: if the comic in your post is the one to which you are referring, the character is Linus, not Charlie Brown.

A bit of trivia: Schultz lived in Colorado Springs for a while and supposedly based some of his children in the strip on adults he met here. A few years ago a lady who lived in the house where he had resided was taking down some wallpaper and discovered drawings on the plaster that Schultz had made of his cartoon strip kids.

Jim

07/29/18 08:19 PM #3653    

 

John Maxwell

Mark,
Still pond,
Frog leaps.

07/30/18 12:12 PM #3654    

 

Mark Schweickart

Thanks to JIm, Mike, Dave, and Jack for joining in the haiku game (even though Dave and Jack didn't choose to follow the 3 line, 5/7/5 syllable format, tsk, tsk). 

And Jim -- I am so glad you did the one about Sister Francesca and her watering of the plastic plants. I was going to use that same idea, but I could not remember her name. Also, it is curious how you too had the memory flash of nuns in tears on that fateful day in '63. Great minds think alike, as they say (just not on political matters).

And Frank, I get the dig about Haiku being perhaps an attempt to speak in a foregn tongue, which is a good dig, I will give you that. But I especially appreciate your providing your own memory flashback by referring to the old John Prine song (and for giving us the weirdest spelling of onomatopoeia ever with "oedamyiapia"). I love that Prine song and the way he incorporates onomatopoetical words to make a point about really meaning what one says. (For those of you who have forgotten your poetery class lessons, these are words that literally sound like what they mean, unlike all other words which are quite arbirtrary in their sound/meaning relationship.)  As Prine put it:

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window, "Ouch" went the son of a gun, / Onomatopoeia / I don't want to see ya / speaking in a foriegn tongue.

And you've got to love the rhyme of  "Onomatopoeia" and  "I don't want to see ya." Ah, John Prine, one of the best.

 

 


07/30/18 05:37 PM #3655    

 

Kathleen Wintering (Nagy)

Another beautiful painting, Larry! Kathy W.


07/30/18 08:02 PM #3656    

Lawrence Foster

Art and Algebra

Thank you Mary Margaret and Kathy for your kind comliments about the DC painting I posted earlier.  I do appreciate them.    

Now Mike ... you "haikued" (BTW, I hereby claim rights for coining that word.) wondering if there was any use for algebra after we got out of high school.  Actually I have found a use for it when I am doing some paintings.  But it did take decades before I started using it.

There are artists who just sit down and start the compostion of their paintings and it all comes out in wonderful proportions.  I am not one of those people.  I tried that sort of freelancing and I just don't have that type of talent and skill; it doesn't work for me.

Two years ago I did a painting for the 3rd daughter of friends who was getting married.  The 3 sisters got married in an 18 month period.  The first was a painting of McCracken Hall at Miami University where that couple met.  The second was a Chicago skyline sunset, where that couple had met.  And the third one was to be of the Over-the-Rhine neighborhood of Cincinnati (with Music Hall and Union Terminal in the background) where that couple was going to live.  I used algebra in all 3 paintings but it was the 3rd one that was the biggest challenge.  

Here is the photo I was given to use for making the painting.

     

Printed out on a regular piece of paper the image was 8 x 10 inches.  The canvas I used was 18 x 24 inches.  To sketch it out before painting I used algerbra formulas for ratio conversion.  I measured both the paper and canvas areas in millimeters.  Then I measured where building points would be starting from the bottom left corner.  I then knew what raw number in and up that building point was on the paper.  I converted that to a percentage.  Then I took the process backwards and converted that percentage to the corresponding millimeteres measurement on the canvas.  

Below is the pencil draft on the canvas and then the final painting.  It took me a total of 53 1/2 hours to do this painting.  I guess Sister Malcom was wrong when she told me I couldn't take Algebra II because my grades weren't good enough and I should just join the army.   I did take Algebra II in summer school after junior year at Central High School for 8 weeks, 4 hours each day.   

While the algebra does help me in my art I think it is also my years working as a librarian trying to get things organized that also helped with this painting.  Well that and maybe some OCD!  (But you know, of course, that OCD should really be CDO because that way all the letters are in correct alphabetical order!) 

 

 

   


07/31/18 07:49 AM #3657    

 

Michael McLeod

touche, Larry.Better yet that algebra factored in as a friend of art. I do honestly remember the one moment I had being struck by the beauty of an equation. But the moment passed. BTW I wrote for the Cinti Enquirer so I'm familiar with that view in your painting. I also relate to you being told by a nun that you weren't bright enough to progress any further. I got the same message. My parents were told I wasn't college material. Got my mom's dander up. I wasn't a great student so I don't really blame the nun, whoever it

was. Still. Not something an educator should do -- pronounce limitations like that.


07/31/18 11:58 AM #3658    

 

Kathleen Wintering (Nagy)

Fascinating to read how you used algegra for the painting prep, Larry! Painting came out great! I have managed to get along for  52 years now without using it. But then I have been known to still count on my fingers! Kathy W.


07/31/18 12:26 PM #3659    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

We do use algebra in medicine to calculate IV additive concentrations, dosages and flow rates. However, as a pre-med major at ND (where I attended my first two years in college) we were required to take three semesters of engineering calculus. I never used that in my entire career. But I enjoyed it!

07/31/18 01:28 PM #3660    

 

Donna Kelley (Velazquez)

 

Beautiful work, Larry.

I will always remember the moment when I learned that I would need to study Geometry again for three years when studying Interior Design. The Golden Ratio always assures a perfect proportion in architecture and design. 

Michael, you have created a monster. I find myself thinking in Haiku these days...even in Spanish.  Here are a few of them that have come out in English.

HAIKUS

A good man, Charles Schulz.

He made us smile, helped us learn.

Open minds accept others.

 

Dog days of summer.

Unfolding dreams of the past.

Future hopes live on.

 

Lies we tell ourselves.

When the truths cannot be faced.

Flashbacks to our past.

 

Waves of pain washing.

Crashing against rocks of life.

Sand grains of our lives.

 

HAIKU ON!

 

 

 


07/31/18 02:59 PM #3661    

 

Michael McLeod

Nice, Donna.

But don't blame it on me.

I'm the prose dude.

Mark started us up on the Haiku.

Speaking of prose and poetry: 

 

The Revenant

By: Billy Collins

I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you—not one bit.

When I licked your face,
I thought of biting off your nose.
When I watched you toweling yourself dry,
I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap.

I resented the way you moved,
your lack of animal grace,
the way you would sit in a chair to eat,
a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand.

I would have run away,
but I was too weak, a trick you taught me
while I was learning to sit and heel,
and—greatest of insults—shake hands without a hand.

I admit the sight of the leash
would excite me
but only because it meant I was about
to smell things you had never touched.

You do not want to believe this,
but I have no reason to lie.
I hated the car, the rubber toys,
disliked your friends and, worse, your relatives.

The jingling of my tags drove me mad.
You always scratched me in the wrong place.
All I ever wanted from you
was food and fresh water in my metal bowls.

While you slept, I watched you breathe
as the moon rose in the sky.
It took all of my strength
not to raise my head and howl.

Now I am free of the collar,
the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater,
the absurdity of your lawn,
and that is all you need to know about this place

except what you already supposed
and are glad it did not happen sooner—
that everyone here can read and write,
the dogs in poetry, the cats and the others in prose.

 


07/31/18 04:33 PM #3662    

 

Donna Kelley (Velazquez)

Oops, sorry prose dude.  So Mark, it is your fault that I am thinking and talking 5-7-5 these days.

 


07/31/18 06:01 PM #3663    

 

Mark Schweickart

Donna -- sorry to have put that 5-7-5 earworm rhythm in your head.

The quarterback barked /  but did I hear correctly / I must be quite wrong

"Five-seven-five, hike!" /Should he not have said, "Haiku" / Or are puns a foul?


08/01/18 02:33 AM #3664    

 

David Mitchell

Mike,

I am loving this poet you've introduced us to. In fact, I like both of his poems. Not sure wheather I liked the one in post #3670, or #3671 better. Hmmm, I think I'll read them both over again and decide later. Who was it that said, "If dogs could only talk" ?

 

 


08/01/18 05:07 AM #3665    

 

David Mitchell

 

Mike,

I am loving this poet you've introduced us to. In fact, I like both of his poems. Not sure wheather I liked the one in post #3670, or #3671 better. Hmmm, I think I'll read them both over again and decide later. Who was it that said, "If dogs could only talk" ?


08/01/18 05:12 AM #3666    

 

David Mitchell

           

 

                           THIS SPACE LEFT INTENTIONALLY BLANK


08/01/18 09:40 AM #3667    

 

Joseph D. McCarthy

As I was driving through, or thru, Cheyenne, WY on Sunday I immediately thought I had found Frank's piece of Heaven on Earth.  Along the side of the road for about 15 miles I could still see "Golf Ball" size hail.  It was only drizzling while I drove so I did not experience the harsher weather.

Mike, I just wanted to add two short things about Charles Schultz.  He resided in Santa Rosa, CA, just about eight miles North of where I live.  He funded the Santa Rosa "SNOOPY" Ice rink in Santa Rosa which holds yearly tournaments for former Ice Hockey Stars and others.  He included Snoopy on a Gamboni and in a bird bath playing hockey because of his love of the game,  My Brother-in Law played on an amateur Hockey league hat practiced  and played games at SNOOPY arena.  The Snoopy ice areana is still a gem tothe community.


08/01/18 09:45 AM #3668    

 

Michael McLeod

Dave. I could tell you weren't paying attention. That's why I had to repeat myself. Next time it happens: detention. 

Joe: Not familiar with Charles Schuadd, Is he the paint-your-car-for-$29.99 guy? 

Frank/Mark: John Prine's best tune: Dear Abby. Best couplet:

We were sittin' in the backseat,  just shootin' the breeze

(Rhyming line redacted)


08/01/18 09:56 AM #3669    

 

Frank Ganley

 

Mark, I thought I had copied and pasted the word correctly but I don't think my spell checker was up to the fete. An interesting story of John Prine on how he got his start. He was a mailman in Chicagp and entered an open mike song writers contest. The entry was three original songs. His first week he playes , Illegal smile, Sam stone, and please don't bury me. For weeks on end he has every week three new songs and finally, the owner asks him to repeat some of the past songs and so a star is born. Quite a few of his songs are ironic but the problem with irony is a lot pf people don't get it. If you don't know his music give it a listen and you'll find a new friend. I play quite a few of his songs and have for 30 plus years but one particular night I played "hello in there" , I guess I had gotten to the age he was singing about and it really struck me. It gave me the inspiration to visit an old folks home with my granddaughter Natalia. We went in there knowing no one and we still don't know many but they know us. Sometimes we play music for them , sometimes bring our dog to visit and sometimes we just stop in. We don't go to nursing homes, thats a gift I don't have. The smiles it brings these people is priceless. They see the dog and my goodness you can feeling something in the air. When we come and play music they are lifted to dream land again. But the best is when its just the two of us, it truly magic. The old woman just want to hug and hold Natalia"s hand and they tell each other storties and then its off to the next group of people. We go before lunch as they are all gathered in a huge living room and Natalia will go chair to chair and tell her little stories and the people laugh and tell her about their children and grand kids.. The funniest are the men, they always want to appear macho , with a stiff upper lip and try not go let go of their emotions. Natalia picks up on that and soon they hugs come out. We men don't want to lose our emotions. I don't care how my day, week etc is going I never leave there without feeling the Lord as entered my soul and I am filled with rapture. If you've never done this, get a grand child or two and visit and say" hedllo in there hello. I've added the lyrics and if i did it right the music, For guitar player chirds are there also

Hello In There chords - John Prine 

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                C Dm G
C            Dm            G
We had an apartment in the city,
C        Dm                  G
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Cmaj7            C          F
It'd been years since the kids had grown,
       Csus   C                G
A life of their own and left us alone.
C         Dm             G
John and Linda live in Omaha,
C           Dm               G
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
Cmaj7                F
We lost Davy in the Korean war, 
                 Csus  C                      G
And still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.

Bb                            C
Ya know old trees just grow stronger,
Bb                            C
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Em                     F
Old people just grow lonesome 
              Csus             G                C
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself 
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if asks "What's new?"
Nothing, what's with you?  Nothing much to do.

Ya know old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome 
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."

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*                  "Here's a song that I like to play.                 *
*               Print it out, play it and pass it around.              *
*            If you like it, send me one of your favourites."          *
*                                                                      *
* Jeffrey Goffin                     Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca *
* Calgary, Alberta, Canada           FidoNet:  1:134/160               *
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08/01/18 11:36 AM #3670    

Lawrence Foster

This is the other art sketch that I made for the reunion.  The idea for this came from Janie and I got lots of photo images from Fred, Clare, Mary Margaret and maybe others whom i can't remember now.   I just posted this and my write up about it on my web page.  I did not add the comments here on this site.

 http://landoflarry.com/post/176520039662/this-sketch-is-of-12-things-or-places-from-my-high 


08/01/18 12:09 PM #3671    

 

Mark Schweickart

Frank -- You probably know well another super-talented Chicago singer/songwriter from back in that same time (70's) as John Prine, a talent who unfortunately died at the very young age of 36. I am referring to Steve Goodman, of course. Many know him as the writer of the hit song made famous by Arlo Guthrie, "City of New Orleans," but Goodman had quite a remarkable collection of songs of his own quite beyond this one big hit. Here is one of my favorites. This YouTube clip does not do justice to the more polished arrangement this song got on his album release, but there is something wonderfully hearfelt and old-timey about this primitive video from the 70's that I love, I suppose not a little bit because it reminds me of how most of us looked back then.



 


08/01/18 12:19 PM #3672    

 

David Mitchell

Mike and Frank,

I still prefer "Angles From Montgomery"

(just saw Mark's post. How I loved "City of New Orleans"




08/01/18 12:46 PM #3673    

 

Frank Ganley

Mark, i applaud your musical taste and memory. Steve was called way to early. I sing a few of his songs , i can’t sleep when i can’t sleep with you , its a sin to tell a lie, though he says when he sang under the name of fats waller, and blue umbrella. I think because he had such a short career that when songs like city of new orleans and blue unbrella as well as a host of other songs were assumed to be arlo for city of new orleans. A great song writer but his guitar playing was masterful. I wish i could play like him but i’m more of a john prine player or john hiatt who says as he plays a twelve string , same 3 chords just 12 strings. Mark as eclectic as you proven in your broad sampling of genres i’m sure hiatt is on your list.  


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