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Chapter 3

Rebecca McClanahan Indiana University Press ePub

“Through the young orchard, down a steep hill, over the footbridge and across the stream” is how Bessie recalled it decades later. Or “Across the young orchard, down the hill, across the spring,” each recitation beginning and ending with the litany of the journey, as if the path itself were the main attraction. Bessie’s voice on the cassette recording is surprisingly strong and resonant for a woman of ninety-seven, the click of her loose dentures serving as percussion in the pauses between phrases. A family friend made the recording in May 1978, less than a year before Bessie’s death. I wasn’t there in my grandparents’ kitchen at the Circle S farm, where the friend had gathered Bessie, Sylvia, and Arthur as part of an oral history project. But as I listen to the tape, closing my eyes to bring the moment closer, I enter the kitchen, take a seat at the table, and lean my elbows on the oilcloth still damp from a last-minute swipe with Sylvia’s dishrag as she brushed the pie crumbs into her hand. Voices, I believe, bring the dead closer to us than photographs can.

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Chapter Two: Year Two

Peggy Heinkel-Wolfe University of North Texas Press PDF
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Chapter 3. Speaking

Kathryn U. Hulings University of North Texas Press PDF

Speaking

In our family therapeutic model, I carried on with my specialty—

speech. As the primary parent at home, it made sense; I talked to and with my children all day. It was a natural fit. I just talked and read and sang with Michael a bit more. During our regular check-ins with speech therapists, we focused on what we could replicate at home. But the acquisition of spoken language proved to be a long journey.

Soon after realizing that Michael could indeed crawl and walk and run and negotiate stairs, I also realized that I had begun to suppress my own fears about Michael’s ability to communicate. Sometimes, it takes a keen ear and endless patience to engage in a conversation with someone who has Down syndrome. I can’t say for certain this applies to all individuals who harbor the genetic anomaly, but I’ve spent the past twenty-plus years around enough folks with Trisomy 21—the medical term used when a person has a full or partial extra copy of chromosome 21—to make an educated generalization. Comprehensible speech is of paramount concern in the wide, wacky world of Down syndrome.

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9 Beit Sahour II: From Dialogue to Action

Hillel Bardin Indiana University Press ePub

After prison it was good to get back to the dialogues with our group from Beit Sahour. The first few discussions were at Ghassan’s house in the evening. Across from his house was a driveway that led into an inner court, hidden from the street. There, we would park our cars so that soldiers would not see them. After several dialogues, the Palestinians decided to have each meeting at a different home, so as not to attract too much attention to any one house. For me it was interesting to be in different homes, so that I could see how people lived and meet each host’s family.

One evening, toward the end of the session, Ghassan asked whether we would like to meet a man who had just been released from five months in the Ketziot prison camp in the Negev desert. We all agreed, and walked a couple of blocks to the home of Dr. Jad Isaac, an agronomist who taught at Bethlehem University. I had read about Dr. Jad in the papers. One tactic of the intifada was to make the Palestinians more self-sufficient and less dependent on the Israeli economy. This could help economically and would make it easier for people to survive the frequent curfews. Many Palestinians began growing pigeons and chickens as a local supply of protein. Jad opened a plant store and gave the urbanized population instructions about growing vegetable gardens in their backyards, similar to the “victory gardens” of World War II. The authorities saw this as weakening their control, and ordered him to close his store, which he did. Nonetheless, he was arrested and given six months’ administrative detention. “Detention” may sound like house arrest, but it is in fact imprisonment in a prison, with the only difference being that the detainee does not know what he is charged with and gets no trial.

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Chapter 73

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 73

I was really sleeping it off then. All night, and into the next morning. I woke alone in that little room. It looked like Frances hadn’t used the other bed at all. I felt way better. I washed up and changed into my last clean clothes—underwear, T-shirt. Now I really was hungry.

Should I be worrying about Frances? Earlier, the day before, having been given this room, we were settling in, she lying on one of the beds. Thin, like Twiggy—I mentioned that before—but she was telling me she liked her hipbones protruding that way, the skin cool and taut there, so all-together, and how glad she was for them.

It’s great when you’re balling, you know? she said. I love how my bones fit with his bones then, whoever it is, just the feel of that.

It would have shocked me, such private talk, if she wasn’t so offhand, so joyful about it. Or maybe it was the joy itself that jolted me because something was changing.

Now she was elsewhere. And probably with—maybe Keith, the cousin so distant he wasn’t even a cousin, or maybe someone else. That startled me, as fixed as I was on Ned, on finding out about Ned, the single-minded purity of that mission. But Frances. . . . He must have become more and more a ghost to her, this handful of days adding endlessly to the count of how long he’d been gone, giving reason and substance. Gone, a euphemism of the first order. We were following a track of bread crumbs.

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1. Battle Creek Beginnings

Brian C. Wilson Indiana University Press ePub

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Battle Creek Beginnings

In the summer of 1940 at the age of eighty-eight, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, seeking to record on paper some of the essential facts of his long life, cast his thoughts back to 1863, a time when Battle Creek, Michigan, was “a very small village of a few hundred inhabitants” and the great Battle Creek Sanitarium was still many years in the future. His mother, Kellogg remembered, had just asked the young boy what he wanted to be when he grew up, to which he had promptly replied, “Anything but a doctor!” Apparently, shortly before his mother’s question, John Harvey and some other boys had pressed their faces against a neighbor’s window to witness the bloody spectacle of a local sawbones practicing his art on one of their playmates lying on the kitchen table. In the wake of this episode, Kellogg remembered, “I abhorred the medical profession, did not like bad medicine and the bloody surgery.” That just a few years later that young boy would find himself a famous doctor—and a surgeon at that—must have given the elderly Kellogg a chuckle, for in addition to his childhood disgust at the sight of blood, he had been at the age of eleven nothing more than an undersize boy working in his father’s Battle Creek broom factory, distinguished only by his exceptional manual dexterity sorting broom corn and the fact that his family belonged to a struggling apocalyptic sect.1

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Fifteen: Austin Chief of Police

Paul N. Spellman University of North Texas Press ePub

CHAPTER 15

Chief of Police

After one year from the ratification of this article the manufacture, sale, or transportation of intoxicating liquors within, the importation thereof into, or thee xportation there of from the United States and all territory subject to the jurisdiction thereof for beverage purposes is hereby prohibited.

The Congress and the several States shall have concurrent power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

18th Amendment, U. S. Constitution (1919)

Anxious to activate the Constitutional amendment before its scheduled January, 1920 date, Congress passed the Volstead, or National Prohibition, Act on October 28, 1919, prohibiting the sale of intoxicating beverages over the 0.5 percent of alcohol level, and “regulat[ing] the manufacture, production, use and sale of high-proof spirits,” while at the same time “insur[ing] an ample supply of alcohol and promotion of its use in scientific research and in the development of fuel, dye, and other lawful industries.”1

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Preface

Luan, Nguyen Công ePub

In my early childhood, “war” was one among the first abstract words I learned before I could have the least perception of its meaning. It was when World War II began. When I was a little older, I saw how war brought death and destruction when American bombers attacked some Japanese installations near my hometown. But it was the wars in my country after 1945 that resulted in the greatest disasters to my people.

Particularly, the 1955–75 Việt Nam War has been the most destructive in Việt Nam history and the most controversial in the United States as well as in many countries in the world. The debate seems endless, the arguments contradicting.

Before and since April 1975, there have been conferences, teach-ins, books, reports, and movies about the Việt Nam Wars after 1945. I realized that many of them contained incorrect and insufficient information, one-sided and superficial arguments, and erroneous figures. There have been conferences held outside Việt Nam about the war, but among many hundreds of participants, there was not a single Vietnamese from either side.

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3 The Life of the Party

Gerald Sorin Indiana University Press ePub

After less than a year in the Party, Fast had encapsulated himself in a new world that would become increasingly difficult to leave without disruptive psychological consequences. As time went on, he would continue to obey the Party line, although his own instincts sometimes said otherwise. In yielding to Communist “political necessity,” Fast also would give up part of his American idealism, including the defense of civil liberties, and he would drop his idea of an exceptionalist American socialism in favor of a Soviet-type revolutionary model.

By admitting to the “error” of his ways as a writer, Fast was able to get Freedom Road past the CPs “gatekeepers”—narrowly. Others in the Party were more enthusiastic about the book, and not only because it finally got the Cultural Section’s reluctant imprimatur. Even Dashiell Hammett, who hadn’t liked Freedom Road, told Lillian Hellman that Fast’s “sort of stuff does have a place. . . . I know at least a couple of readers whose . . . eyes were opened by the book, and who at least think they’d like to know more about what actually went on down there in the old South.”1

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Chapter 11 “Venison is better than no meat at all”

Bob Alexander University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 11

“Venison is better than no meat at all”

Fort Bend County, geographically blessed with rich Brazos River bottoms gradually giving way to alluvium soils in the flatlands as the winding watercourse amplified, was near perfect farm country—in the western slice of the county, productive cattle growing country, too. Herds of insect-resistant Brahmans stood near belly deep in salt grass, fattening, dependably dropping droop-eared calves for replacement and the market. Cotton crops thrived throughout the area. Fields of rice flourished in the marshlands. In the semi-tropical coppices stalks of sugar cane prospered. During the fall as winter overtook northern states, flights of honking and quacking and colorful wildfowl flocked for refuge in this Gulf Coastal region’s wetlands. If 1889 Texas yet owned an Old South plantation culture, its heart beat at Richmond, the county seat. Fort Bend County’s eastern neighbor was Harris County and her unremittingly expanding metropolis of Houston, just thirty miles away. Fort Bend County’s southwestern flank bordered Wharton County, home to the bustling town of Wharton, which would also play an integral role in the biographic profile of Sergeant Austin Ira Aten—and the Texas

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2. The Bannock Uprising

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 2

The Bannock Uprising

C

ompared to the other outbreaks of the 1870s, the Bannock

Uprising was a small affair, caused by the usual problems of expanding white settlement and the government’s inability to adequately plan and implement an Indian policy. Although the

Bannocks were friendly, and some of their warriors had scouted for

Crook in 1876, grievances had been building for several years. The

Bannocks and Shoshones shared a reservation in Idaho, centered around agencies at Fort Hall1 and Ross Fork. Here they continued to hunt, as well as harvest the quamash camas (camassia quamash), a bulb that was a staple of their diet. Encroaching white settlement, however, depleted the game, and settlers’ hogs began eating the camas bulbs. As was so often the case, government rations were inadequate and poorly distributed. Facing famine, the Bannocks grew restless, and the army put them under surveillance. Random violence broke out in the summer of 1877.2

1. This refers to the second Idaho post designated Fort Hall. The first Fort Hall was established in 1849 and abandoned less than a year later because of a shortage of forage.

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Chapter 5. Swimming

Kathryn U. Hulings University of North Texas Press PDF

Swimming

There is a certain look that can be passed from one mother to an-

other; it is a singular look, and it is saved for specific moments. It is not a pleasant look. It is more like a sneer of contempt. A scoff. The upper lip slightly curls, and teeth are not quite bared—still, the possibility is real that fangs may appear—the eyes redden and then close into razor-sharp slits, and the chin ever so slightly lifts to expose the pulsation of the jugular vein. This look can be seen at Target when another mother’s child pleads and wails like a banshee for a squirt gun. It can be seen at a restaurant when another mother’s child has tossed crumbled saltines over the back of the booth into a dining patron’s hair. It can be seen at a movie theater when another mother’s child moans for Milk

Duds and threatens to hold his breath and then throw up if a box is not purchased immediately. Once received, it is unforgettable, for nothing says “you suck as a mother” better than the look.

Around 1997, when Michael was six years old, I received a variation of the look, en masse, from a sea of females who were simultaneously growling and grunting as they rampaged toward me. Clad in bikinis, one-piece swimsuits and, I think, a sundress or two, they waded—no, they tsunamied—toward me, creating a splashing, cyclonic mess out of the two feet of water that filled our neighborhood baby pool. It didn’t help that I started giggling. No, it didn’t help at all. For this version of the look transcended the traditional telepathic message, transmitted by

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Sit, Quiet Hands, Look at Me

Dan E. Burns University of North Texas Press PDF

Sit, Quiet Hands,

Look at Me

July 1993. I pulled into the parking lot of Walnut Hill Elementary

School, the Total Communication Unit where five-year-elevenmonth-old Ben was housed. His new teacher, Ms. Seevers, had called me. She was waiting for me in the office. I was not looking forward to meeting her.

“Come with me,” said Ms. Seevers. “I want you to see something.”

What trail of destruction had Ben left behind him now? As we walked to the portable building, the cellblock, I apologized for

Ben’s behavior. “He’s off his medication. It’s making him worse.

We’ve tried everything to control him.”

Ms. Seevers swung open the door and there was Ben, standing on the seat of his little desk chair, waving a drumstick, and screeching like a power saw.

“Sit, ” the teacher commanded. Ben sat down. She took the drumstick away from him and gave him a piece of goldfish cracker. He waved his hands in front of his face and hummed like a band saw.

“Quiet hands,” she said. He rested his hands in his lap and stopped humming. “Look at me,” said Ms. Seevers. To my astonishment, he did

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Chapter 17. “a killer and professional cutthroat”

David Johnson University Of North Texas Press ePub

CHAPTER

17

“a killer and professional cutthroat”

WITHIN DAYS OF LLOYD’S DEATH, a botched stage robbery proved pivotal in drawing John Ringo into what became the Earp-Clanton feud. On the evening of March 15, 1881, the Kinnear and Company stage left Drew’s Station for Contention. Driving the coach was Eli P. “Bud” Philpott (or Philpot), a native of Calistoga, California. Bob Paul, his contest for sheriff still unresolved, rode as shotgun guard. At a small incline two hundred yards from Drew’s, an armed man emerged on the east side of the road and shouted “Hold!” “At the same moment a number of men—believed to have been eight—made their appearance and a shot was fired from the same side of the road instantly followed by another. One of those shots struck ‘Budd’ [sic] Philpott, the driver, who fell heavily forward between the wheels carrying the reins with him. The horses immediately sprang into a dead run.”1 Paul opened up with his shotgun and the highwaymen returned fire. The horses ran nearly a mile before Bob Paul could bring them to a halt. Miner Peter Roerig, riding on top of the coach, was also killed.

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Chapter 8. Back in the Saddle Again: July 1976-May 1980

Ron Forbes-Roberts University of North Texas Press PDF

186

One Long Tune: The Life and Music of Lenny Breau

who had given up a position with Texas Instruments to come to

Nashville to work as a guitarist. There he formed a close working and personal friendship with Atkins and provided him with several arrangements that became staples of Atkins’s repertoire.

Atkins placed the responsibility of getting Lenny settled in Knowles’s hands and sent the pair out to investigate a small apartment he’d found for Lenny in a motel-like complex not far from the RCA building where Atkins had his office. After helping Lenny complete the rental deal, Knowles drove him to Nashville Electric to open an account, a chore that stymied Lenny for whom the act of completing any official form was an agonizing one. Atkins would always make sure the rent was covered on Lenny’s apartment but, many times, friends would drop by to discover Lenny playing his guitar by candlelight, less for the ambiance than as a result of his having ignored a series of disconnection notices from Nashville Electric.

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