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27. Listening to My Grandfather

Anand Pandian Indiana University Press ePub

Some time ago, I had a dream about my grandfather. What happened was very simple. In the dream, I’m in Madurai again. I’m telling some people that I have just a little more work to do. Ayya is also listening. “I need to go to just two more villages,” I say. And then Ayya says, excitedly, “I’ve also been to those places!”

In the dream, he tells me a story about those villages, a story that I can’t remember now. He also says that he’s already spoken with the same people I’m hoping to meet there.

I remember waking from this dream, in Baltimore, with a feeling of fullness. It seemed that his life and mine had somehow come together in a larger circle of experience.

The dream came at a time when I was deeply immersed in the events of Ayya’s life. Expressed there, no doubt, was the hope that he approved of what I was doing with his stories. There was also the sense of following a path that he had already traced, of somehow inheriting his way through the world. In the dream, I was proposing to go places that my grandfather had literally already been himself. So once again there was the idea that he might be pleased with this devotion to his legacy: a proper heir, the eldest son of his eldest son.

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23: The Medical Prescription: No Trust Required

Lown, Bernard Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

It is a tragic fact that humanity is buying increased insecurity at a constantly higher price.
—MAJ BRITT THEORIN

THE IPPNW MEDICAL PRESCRIPTION, advocating a cessation of nuclear testing, was a logical and indispensable first step on the road to nuclear abolition. In an age of distrust it was a measure that did not require trust.

I was jumping out of my skin with excitement when I learned that the Soviet Union was about to embrace a policy we had promoted for the last few years. The jumping had to remain invisible, and I had to remain silent. I was a party to a state secret. To take advantage of Gorbachev’s bold initiative, we had three months to mobilize world public opinion. Now that the Soviets had agreed to take the first step, the charge that fell to IPPNW and the rest of the antinuclear movement, to compel a change in US policy, was no easy task. It was a time of great anticipation, great stress, and great hope. Gorbachev was emerging as an innovative Soviet leader, and disarmament was once again on the drawing board. IPPNW was in a position to help shape the flow of events.

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People

Will Evans Utah State University Press ePub

People were important to Will Evans. He often wrote in personal correspondence of the necessity of talking to interesting and significant characters who represented, in his mind, an era, lifestyle, event, position, or quality. As a result of these interviews and encounters, the reader is introduced to a variety of individuals who provide a slice of Navajo personality that spanned a hundred-year period. For the descendants of these individuals, what is recorded here is even more of a treasure.

Each of the following biographical sketches gives insight into important human qualities, as well as historic times and incidents. Take, for example, the great faith of Ugly Man, who called rain from the heavens, or Many Goats, who through ceremony and prayer, located a boy lost in the mountains. What about the polygamous couple who, rather than face separation, chose death together in a lonely hogan or Dan Pete, with his infectious laugh and gift for storytelling that taught of special events during the period of Creation. His explanations of why things exist in their present form provide understanding of Navajo customs and culture. Then there were the kindness and service shown by Slim Policeman, who felt that his efforts had gone unnoticed and unrewarded. His disagreements with some of the more powerful leaders caused him anguish.

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9. Do Not Feed the Bears

Paula Young Lee Travelers' Tales ePub

Chapter Nine

Do Not Feed the Bears

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

Archy the Cockroach, from Don Marquis, Archy and Mehitabel, 1927

Weeks later, as fall draws near, the morning sun means that John and I will be bushwhacking up the mountain in back of the Big House. The reason is to look for moose and deer sign, because this is what hunters do. Its also just to get to the top of the mountain, because its there, and its a beautiful day. Dressed in hiking gear and ready to go, I start filling water bottles to stuff into our daypacks as John sits at the chair by the door and starts lacing on hiking boots.

Just so you know, Don says laconically to John from his lounger in the living room, the McKennas were back there, setting up bear bait.

(... bear bait?)

They quit hunting bears, Don continues. Now they run a little guide business for tourists who want to see bears. But dont be surprised if you smell something.

(... smell something?)

Err, I say, raising my hand to object.

Not likely youll find yourself in the same spot, Don drawls, pointedly ignoring the surprised look on my face, but no need to worry. Bears get timid as soon as the bait comes out because they know the seasons starting. Theyll just run away from you.

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Chapter 10: Killed in Service of Her Country

Sarah Byrn Rickman University of North Texas Press PDF

Killed in Service of Her Country

117

were proceeding East in formation, in the vicinity of Merkel,

Texas. Of these seven ships, one BT-13A flown by Civilian Pilot

Cornelia Fort and [a] BT-13A flown by F/O Frank E. Stamme,

Jr., were involved in a mid-air collision.”

The report continues to say that the landing gear of Stamme’s aircraft apparently struck the left wing of Fort’s aircraft, causing part of it to break off. The left wingtip of Fort’s airplane was wood, and the right wingtip was metal. Stamme’s aircraft did not go out of control but Fort’s rolled and went into an inverted dive. There was apparently no attempt to recover or to use the parachute. The emergency latch on the hatch release was found to be locked. Judging from the condition of the propeller blades, power was completely retarded after control was lost. 2

Stories circulated that the young male flyers were horsing around and harassing Fort, who may have had more flying experience than they did but did not have the formation flying or advanced aerobatic training they had. However, Barbara Erickson, Fort’s squadron commander at Long Beach, says: “They were in two or three airplanes out there in the middle of nowhere trying to fly formation. I don’t think there was anything malicious about it. I think it was a plain accident.”3

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Chapter 8 ✚ Rabies

Joann Puffer Kotcher University of North Texas Press PDF

✚ C ha p t e r 8 ✚

Rabies

Wednesday, December 7, 1966, Bien Hoa, South Vietnam, Pearl Harbor

Day

T

he last gift I wanted for Christmas in 1966 was rabies. I arrived at

Bien Hoa with the second Christmas tree that my parents had sent

from their plantation. I thought the girls would be thrilled to put the tree in the recreation center. Everyone at Di An had loved the live tree.

I was shocked to learn that not everybody at Bien Hoa agreed. They already had something in the center that I considered just short of sacrilegious: a plastic tree. I struggled to understand their attitude. I took my tree to the officer’s club. The manager, a lieutenant, reminded me of the sergeant at the hotel, and before him, Sergeant White at the Enlisted

Men’s Club at An Khe. The lieutenant looked dignified but harassed; however, he had the right attitude. He thanked me when I offered him the tree, and gave me a broad, enthusiastic smile. He cradled the treasure in his arms and carried it straight to his office. I saw him set it next to his desk and pick up the telephone.

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X My Running Fight

Richard Baxter Townshend University Press of Colorado ePub

LEW came in to Denver with the waggon from the ranch, to find me completely mended up. We went round town together to see our friends, and right there in Gus Cheever’s office we ran on to a man who had for sale just the very thing we thought we wanted next, namely, a bunch of cattle.

The owner of the cattle was Major Oakes, and he had them down at a ranch some way off on the Platte where they were kept. I rather think the ranchman had them on the shares; that was a common arrangement in those days. We went down there with the Major and we liked the cattle; they certainly seemed all right, and we bought the lot. They were American cattle, that is to say, the same breed as our English dairy stock, quite unlike the tall, gaunt, long-horned Spanish stock that came from Texas which were now pouring into Southern Colorado. There were about fifty of them and the cows were broke gentle to milk; the head of the herd was old Charley, a big white bull with red ears, the same colour as the wild white cattle of Chillingham, and many of the calves and young stock took their markings from him. We also took over a bay cow-pony who as well as the bull was called Charley. Both the pony and these American cattle were perfectly quiet, so much so that Lew and I settled to take them straight down over the Divide to the ranch, he driving the waggon and I herding the cattle along.

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Introduction

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press PDF

Introduction

BY THE 1920S, LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT had become highly compartmentalized: the lines between police and sheriff’s departments were firmly drawn, and constables were nearly irrelevant when it came to fighting crime. Relentless urbanization put the policeman on the front line of local law enforcement. The police department was now the largest and most important agency in the mix. The sheriff still had jurisdiction over the far reaches of the county, including small, rural communities without city status, but he was no longer the first lawman most citizens thought of when they were victims of crime. As for the constables, they had ceased to have any meaningful law enforcement duties because their jurisdiction, the precinct, had ceased to have any significance except at election time.

The most significant local changes during the decade occurred in the Fort Worth Police Department. By 1921, the FWPD was organized into four “bureaus” that reported directly to the Police

Chief: detective, traffic, motorcycle, and patrol. Gone were the old bicycle and horse-mounted sections (although bicycle patrols were reinstated in 1925 and the horse still filled a limited role).

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FOUR: SETTLING IN (1878–1900)

Gail M. Beaton University Press of Colorado ePub

As communities developed and residents settled in, opportunities opened for single women. Female teachers in particular knew their services would be welcome. One such woman was Phoebe Fidelia Skinner. Skinner was born in Ohio in 1841, making her of marrying age about the time the nation was torn asunder by the Civil War. As young men joined regiments and marched off to war, Skinner and thousands of other women supported the Union war effort. Following the surrender of General Robert E. Lee in April 1865, the men returned, but they were not the vibrant youth of five years past. War had taken its toll on their bodies and minds. Skinner found no eligible bachelors among the veterans. Restless, she left the Midwest and traveled by train to Boulder. In 1875 she was hired to teach in Crisman, a prosperous mining area at the junction of Sunshine Gulch and Four Mile Creek.1 Her students were the sons and daughters of miners, merchants, farmers, and ranchers. As a single woman in her early thirties, Skinner was a bit of an anomaly because most schoolteachers were ten years younger than she. She boarded with the Simon Davidson family in town.

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Chapter 44

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 44

So we took him at his word—no words—and acted like he was our personal chauffeur, like we’d be calling out home, James! any second. I mean to say we totally ignored him as he glumly drove on, down the most breathtaking highway, maybe in the world. Pretty soon, once we were out of the city, it was one sheer drop to the sea. And we were looking out and over, right into all that lash and wave.

We sank back in our seats, nearly blotto at the beauty out there. Riveted, I guess, drunk with it or at least stunned. This was the California of postcards and dreams, of Robinson Jeffers, Gary Snyder, John Muir. And of all the druggies come west, I suppose, at least the exuberant sort who opened outward, not fixed the whole time on their troubles and their bad trips. But I was nosy and earthbound, still wondering about Mill Valley and what Frances might have turned up at the end as I was falling asleep in that back room, sharing the space with Satamanyu’s old guy spirit no doubt puttering around near the ceiling, his astral home turf.

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8 Ramallah II and Prison

Hillel Bardin Indiana University Press ePub

The day after that phone call, I was back in Ramallah. I went out on a foot patrol, but Shammai came by and picked me up in his jeep. He said that we had to go to army headquarters. The company commander and battalion commander would join us there. I asked what was happening. Shammai handed me that morning’s Yediot, with its front-page headline: “Reserve Soldier Conducted Private Negotiations in Ramallah.” I was not especially concerned. If I hadn’t been punished for almost joining the demonstration against expulsions, why would it matter that I had spoken to some Palestinians?

I said to Shammai, “But you told me to talk with the people from Ramallah.”

He replied, “That was before we were activated. I never said to talk with them when you were a soldier.”

He was right. I hadn’t really considered the difference before I had called Hanan.

We arrived at the headquarters for the entire West Bank, in Beth El. As we walked in, all the soldiers who worked as clerks and secretaries cheered, waved, and called out words of encouragement to me. I learned later that they assumed that I must have killed a Palestinian, and was being brought in for the official investigation. We went into a very large room with army officers sitting around a fancy table. It looked like a seminar or boardroom. My commanders were already there, as well as a brigadier general and other high brass whom I didn’t know.

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Chapter 1 The Early Years (1921–1939)

Stephen Gamble and William Lynch University of North Texas Press PDF

CHAPTER

1

The Early Years

(1921–1939)

Dennis Brain was born into a musical family and was expected to become a musician. He studied horn with his father at home and as a student at the

Royal Academy of Music. Information on Brain’s childhood and student days is scarce; however, we know that he showed early promise and that by the end of his studies at the Academy, he was performing and recording professionally.

Family

The Brain family name is synonymous with the horn—his father, Aubrey

Brain (1893–1955) uncle Alfred Brain (1885–1966) and grandfather A. E.

Brain (1860–1929) were all distinguished horn players.

Brain’s mother, Marion Brain (1887–1954), was a contralto (Pls. 1–3 ) and under her maiden name, Beeley, sang in Wagner’s Ring at the Royal Opera

House, Covent Garden until the late 1920s. Before World War I, Sir Edward

Elgar had written “Hail, Immemorial Ind!” in his opera The Crown of India especially for her. Judging from the few recordings available, she possessed a voice of great warmth and power. She had superb breath control and could sustain a long phrase without taking any unmusical breaths, a characteristic that was later to be one of the key attributes of her son’s horn playing.

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CHAPTER 6 The El Paso Prizefight

Paul N. Spellman University of North Texas Press PDF

CHAPTER 6

The El Paso Prizefight

CAPTAIN ROGERS SURVEYED THE RANGER camp with a jaundiced eye at the pitiful supplies that lay in front of him. He made several notes that he would later record in his first monthly file as a

Ranger commander. “Thirteen men,” he wrote in the upper right hand corner of the oversized page, “twelve horses, four mules, and seven worthless tents.” He wrote the same equipment notation every month for seven months until he at least had the small satisfaction of recording in August that “two of the tents were blown to pieces and gone.” In October he noted that grass was scarce and that he had been forced to procure hay and grain from local Alice merchants. By

November he had been amply re-supplied, the adjutant general’s office finally acknowledging his appeal.1

Compared to the previous years, 1893 through 1895 were remarkably peaceful for Company E and its new captain. With Cotulla more or less “cleaned up,” the work out of Alice seemed as routine as that could be understood in the life of frontier law enforcement. With his work now increasingly administrative in nature, Rogers seldom found himself in the field. In 1893 he only recorded three arrests made by him personally: a horse thief in the county in May, another in July, and yet a third in November. The last of the trio, Mariano Benavides,

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9. A Mexican Fish Story

Susan Spano Roaring Forties Press ePub

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A MEXICAN FISH STORY

Welcome to the end of the road. If you’re going to Sian Ka’an Biosphere Reserve, it stops here, near the tip of a long, skinny peninsula about 100 miles south of Cancun. Scrub jungle encroaches on the village, fishermen wait for the opening of lobster season, the town drunk sleeps it off, dogs bark, flies swarm, flotsam surfaces on the beach, and bread rises in the panderia.

That’s about it for Punta Allen, which promises nothing to visitors seeking parasailing, shopping, golf, or other Cancun-style diversions. Development, which has crept down the Yucatán coast during the last 10 years and turned stretches of wild beach into a self-styled Maya Riviera, hasn’t yet reached Punta Allen. And it isn’t likely to soon, because the construction of tourist facilities is strictly limited in the roughly 1.5 million-acre ecological reserve that surrounds the drowsy Mexican village.

If, however, you lust to catch a bonefish with a fly and rod, Punta Allen may be one of the most exciting places on earth.

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14. The Great Captains

Chuck Parsons University of North Texas Press ePub

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The Great Captains

“TEXAS RANGER. [T]HERE IS A SORT OF MAGIC ABOUT THE WORD. THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT IT THAT MARKS THE MAN SO TITLED AS AN ELEMENT APART FROM THE GENERAL TERM OFFICER; SOMETHING THAT MARKS HIM IN THE PUBLIC MIND AS A SUPER-LAW ENFORCER. AND THERE IS SOMETHING MORE THAN MEN BEHIND IT ALL; THERE IS A TRADITION, AND EACH MAN—LIKE CAPTAIN JOHN HUGHES—CONTRIBUTES SOME PART TO THAT TRADITION.”

—C. L. Douglas, The Gentlemen in White Hats, 1934

In the history of the Texas Rangers there were many captains; the names of Jack Hays, Samuel Walker, Ben McCulloch, Rip Ford, Sul Ross, John B. Jones, and L. H. McNelly deserve the title of great as much perhaps as Brooks, Hughes, McDonald, and Rogers.1 Of those featured in chapters in the 1996 Rangers of Texas, all were deceased prior to the “great captains” beginning their careers. They were Rangers during the heyday of the horseback Ranger while the careers of the four “great captains” transitioned from the horseback days into the beginning years of the automobile. All were instrumental in creating the mystique of the Texas Ranger, the recognition of which exists perhaps more so today.

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