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1: TWO VERY DIFFERENT UPBRINGINGS

Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press ePub

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Two Very Different Upbringings

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During the post-World War II era, middle class workers populated the community of Lake Worth, Florida, a seaside community along the Atlantic Coast. Hard-working entrepreneurs penetrated markets, cultivated clients, and grew rich while economic Darwinism and American free enterprise eliminated the weak. Lake Worth's population doubled from 7,408 in 1940 to 15,315 in 1955.1 Charles Adolphus “C. A.” Whitman flourished in such an environment. He became a successful plumbing contractor as well as an accomplished, affluent and admired businessman. It had not always been that way.

C. A. Whitman knew his mother, but he spent much of his childhood in the Bethesda Orphanage in Savannah, Georgia. He overcame a lack of formal education by sheer determination and by out-working his competitors. His ruddy, round face and neatly cut slicked-to-the-side hair complimented a stocky, solid body. His appearance suggested he had “paid his dues.” Self-made and proud of it, he used his money to buy what he wanted, unapologetically. Some acquaintances, however, found his pride to be monumental egotism; he provided very well for his family—and never let them forget it.2

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12. A Theology That Does Not Stop

Mary Beth Rogers University of North Texas Press PDF

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A Theology That Does Not Stop

Los Angeles, 1976

Sister Maribeth Larkin has only a small role to play today at city hall when members of a new East Los Angeles community group make their presentation to the city council. All she has to do is to translate from Spanish to English the words of the local leaders who will present the concerns of the United Neighborhoods Organization (UNO) to the council. But she is queasy.

Fear grips her stomach, and the telephone call from Ernesto

Cortes doesn't help.

"I'm testing you out," Cortes tells her. "We'll see how well you do today and then decide how we can use you." That's all the shy and slender, dear-eyed Sister of Social Service needs to lose her breakfast, even consider calling in sick. How can she possibly stand up and talk in front of the politicians and news media in the chambers of the Los Angeles City Council? Yet, how could she even consider backing out with so many people depending on her? Once again, fear and duty-the hallmarks of her life-provoke conflict within Maribeth Larkin. As usual, duty wins the battle, but the fear remains and turns to panic when she and almost 200 UNO members arrive to see that the council chambers are already full.

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L.C. Graves

Larry A. Sneed University of North Texas Press PDF

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NO MORE SILENCE

After I got to headquarters, my first duty was to take a statement from a lady named Helen Markham who was an eyeball witness to the shooting of Tippit. That took a little while because she was quite upset, rather hysterical really, but I finally got a statement from her. She was a terribly upset lady. Under the circumstances her reaction was fairly typical considering she was close by when it happened, had heard the gun and saw him fall. I had no doubt about the validity of her statement because we verified everything she said. She identified Oswald in the lineup, so that pretty well established the fact that he was the one that did it as far as we were concerned.

The lineup that Mrs. Markham observed was a typical lineup.

The authorization was given by Captain Fritz, and the jail supervisor picked the lineup and brought them down. All those in the lineup were as similar as possible. The only thing different about this one was everybody that could get in got in which, in my opinion, wasn't good. But I didn't have any control over it. Other than just a lot of people being in there, though, that shouldn't have been, it was conducted in the same manner as all others.

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VIII. Six Strings, No Kick

Vince Bell University of North Texas Press PDF

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Six Strings, No Kick

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’d been playing that acoustic guitar long enough for it to look like a Brazilian-rosewood-and-spruce extension of my rib cage. It was where all the songs I wrote came from. Nevertheless, I wanted to add new tunes to my repertoire. I wanted to play with other like-minded musicians. I wanted to interpret the music I had loved since I was a kid, as well as write music I hoped was just as good. Musicians made far more money in Texas playing the hits in pickup bands out in the interstate motel lounges. That wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Instead, I wanted to be more like the glamorous rock ’n’ rollers in the British Invasion that had shrewdly marketed

Houston kids like me since I was old enough to tune an AM radio.

I happened upon a rough-looking, blonde Rickenbacher guitar hanging on a pawnshop wall in Houston. It was similar to the one Lennon played in the early Beatles. It was puppy love, alright. It had some important pieces missing but still had the original pickups. A few trips to the guitar fixer later and it was reconditioned plenty good enough for four-by-four rock ’n’ roll, even without the whammy bar. For the first time in my young performing career, I played both the familiar, woody

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3. A New Home!

Peggy Heinkel-Wolfe University of North Texas Press PDF

studied the old chrome fixtures with their calcified buildup around the joints. When we first moved in, I remembered how the buildup on the old glass shower doors was so bad that we junked the doors to hang cheery, pink shower curtains instead.

A brown plastic basket of bath toys sat in the back of the dry tub. One set of toys was the three fat men of the Mother Goose rhyme that floated merrily, but in boats that looked like a green turtle, red boat, and blue pitcher. There was a faded, red-andyellow plastic watering can and several nesting cups, too.

Sam knew how to push the cups, upside down, straight to the bottom of the tub to release big, noisy bubbles. That always made Michael giggle, though it was clear that making Michael giggle was not Sam’s prime motivation for making bubbles.

There were also windup toys that swam. Nancy encouraged us to buy the windup toys because they helped develop Sam’s dexterity and taught him about cause and effect.

I smiled, thinking about how much Sam enjoyed bath time.

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