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6. First Friends

Peggy Heinkel-Wolfe University of North Texas Press PDF

First Friends

Sam slept until eight or nine in the morning, which gave me one or two precious hours to clean the house or get some arts council work done before caring for him consumed the rest of my day. I had to help him dress and make his breakfast. He could undress himself better than he could dress himself. He could feed himself, but he ignored his spoon and fork. Still, he ate a healthy breakfast—whole-grain pancakes or waffles, fresh berries, scrambled eggs, and smoothies.

For juice and smoothies, I bought a bottle-to-cup system I had seen in Japan. My mentor’s daughter, Akiko, was a toddler. I had enjoyed watching Akiko grow and change. Even though Akiko wasn’t quite two years old, Toru and Chieko had encouraged her to pick up grains of rice with chopsticks.

Akiko also liked to play with me. Occasionally, I understood her Japanese better than that of the adults, but she couldn’t pronounce my name. As I tried to learn Japanese myself, I figured out that my name didn’t fit in the natural building blocks of the Japanese alphabet. Akiko adapted by taking the sound of the first letter, P, and adding the honorary suffix, san, to be polite. My name was Pe-san when we played. Akiko’s favorite cup had been a short, sturdy one with white handles on both sides. Chieko showed me the different options for its top— with a quick twist, the cup changed from a bottle-style nipple to a sipper, to a straw, to a covered top with a small hole to slow down spills.

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One: A Brief Biography

William Brown Indiana University Press ePub

Menahem Pressler was born on December 16, 1923, in Magdeburg, Germany. In 1939 he and his family fled to Palestine as the Nazi regime made life increasingly difficult for Jews in Europe. Pressler, who had begun playing the piano at age six, continued his musical studies during these years of turmoil. In 1946, while still a student, he flew to San Francisco where he won first prize at the First International Debussy Competition. Soon after, he began his solo career, which included an unprecedented four-year contract as soloist with the Philadelphia Orchestra under the direction of Eugene Ormandy.

While continuing his successful career as a soloist in recital and with orchestras, Pressler co-founded the Beaux Arts Trio, which today is considered the world’s foremost piano trio, regularly appearing in major international music centers and festivals. Since its debut concert on July 13, 1955, the Trio has performed throughout North America, Europe, Japan, South America, and the Middle East, as well as at the Olympics in South Korea and Australia. Annual concert appearances include series at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Celebrity Series of Boston, and the Library of Congress. The Trio has recorded fifty albums, including almost the entire chamber literature with piano on the Philips label, and has been awarded numerous honors, including England’s Record of the Year Award, four Grammy nominations, Musical America’s Ensemble of the Year, the Toscanini Award, the German Recording Award, the Prix Mondial du Disque, three Grand Prix du Disques, the Union de la Presse Musicale Belge Award, and Record of the Year awards from both Gramophone and Stereo Review. On July 14, 2005, the Trio celebrated its fiftieth anniversary with a performance at the Tanglewood Festival.

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Chapter XIX Old Wounds Reopened— The Colorado Home Invaded

Revised by William Rathmell. Edited with an Introduction and Annotations by Robert K. DeArment University of North Texas Press PDF

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old wounds reopened— the colorado home invaded

In the summer of ’91 the peaceful serenity of the Marlows’ cozy mountain home was suddenly invaded by officers who came up from

Texas to tear agape the old wounds of their tribulations, to re-arrest them and take them back again as prisoners to the scenes of all their woe.

One bright June day there stepped off the Denver & Rio Grande train upon the depot platform at Ridgway two men. They were large, bronzed, handsome specimens of manhood, wore wide-brimmed hats of the sombrero pattern and were heavily armed with improved Colt’s revolvers, which swung in holsters from cartridge belts about their waists. Their dress and manner stamped them for what they were—Texas Rangers.

These were Captain McDonald2 and A. J. Britton,3 two of the bravest and most fearless members of the northern division of Texas Rangers

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This chapter was misnumbered XIV in the original 1892 edition and the error was not corrected in the later publication. Actually it should have been Chapter XIX.

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12. The Hostile Bands Surrender

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

Chapter 12

The Hostile Bands Surrender

Bourke made no entries from January 3 until February 7, 1877.

December 28 through January 3 takes up the first twelve pages of manuscript volume 16. The remainder of that volume, together with all of volumes 17 and 18, consists of pasted-in clippings and orders. He begins volume 19 on February 7, with a recapitulation of the intervening events. Even portions of Volume 19, however, show signs of having been written later. In one instance he writes,

“February 12th. Left Camp Robinson and, making the dreary trip of seventy-five miles, reached Fort Laramie, April 13th.”1 He obviously means February 13, which was reasonable for a group of experienced cavalrymen on a seventy-five-mile trek. The passage was written in April, and he mistakenly used the current month.

[February 7, 1877]

The journal of the operations carried on by General Crook against the hostile Indians in the Department of the Platte, would be incomplete were no mention made of the embassy undertaken by Spotted

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Chapter 7 The Worst Indian

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF

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The Worst Indian

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s a matter of record, Bill Long­ley deserted from the army on

June 8, 1872, but he does not turn up for the record again until

July 1, 1873, in Texas. As before, his version of events in his life during this interim period can be only repeated, not corroborated, and, unfortunately, the sole accounts are lengthy versions of prose colored by Fuller’s poetic flourishes.

To begin with, Long­ley claimed that after his feet recovered from his experience in the snowstorm, he went to Camp Brown. There, according to him, he was hired by the army quartermaster, a man named “Captain Gregory,”1 and placed in charge of the animal corral.

As Long­ley told it:

I had been there about one month when I discovered that the quartermaster was tricky, and as he had great confidence in me he told me we could make a lot of money if we could handle the business as he directed. We had several hundred mules inside the corral. He was getting one hundred and fifty dollars per month, and I was getting seventy-five. He would issue full

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17. Frontier Ranching, Congressional Accolades, and Redemption

Robert W. Lull University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Seventeen

Frontier Ranching,

Congressional Accolades, and Redemption

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illiams found opportunity in southern Colorado. He selected a site on the Santa Fe Trail, along the Purgatory River (also called Las Animas), about five miles northeast of the village of Trinidad. Trinidad was the gateway to the imposing Raton Pass through the Sangre de Christo Mountains separating Colorado from New Mexico. The constant flow of settlers along the Santa Fe Trail passed Williams’ new home en route through the pass. The place where he settled became the village of El Moro, in Las Animas County.

The Purgatory River, on which Williams established himself and his family, had a name which was an ominous herald of southwest-bound settlers coming trip through the mountains. Its full name was “El Rio de las Animas

Perdidas en Purgatorio,” translated, “The River of Lost Souls in Purgatory”—a name dating back to the days of New Spain. The Spanish sent an infantry regiment from Santa Fe to link New Spain (New Mexico) to Spanish Florida. The regiment started late and wintered over at the present site of Trinidad. With the arrival of spring, the regiment set out on its journey, leaving all its camp followers (including women, children, and some men) behind. The Spanish soldiers, following a stream into a canyon, marched around a bend and out of sight, never to be seen or heard of again. Over time, with the advent of

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Postscript: My Turn

Sylvia D. Hoffert Indiana University Press ePub

Postscript: My Turn

Following the Example of those who have come before me, I have written this biography in an effort to make something of Alva Smith Vanderbilt Belmont. In the process, I have been very much aware that I am in some ways saying as much about myself as I am about her. For in writing about Alva, I, like all historians whether they want to admit it or not, write from a personal perspective. Or to revert back to the metaphor I used in the introduction, I have turned the kaleidoscope one more time and the Alva Belmont that appears this time is both similar to and different from the one who appeared before. It is the twist of my hand at a particular moment in time that has made her this way.

My goal as a historian is to be objective, always knowing that doing so is not really possible. So instead of ignoring the problem, I have embraced it. And in doing so, I have found myself engaged in both an autobiographical and a biographical exercise. I have interpreted her life through my own personal lens. So in my narrative, the line between autobiography and biography is obscured just as it was in the other texts that I have discussed. And I assert my authority as the teller of Belmont’s story in contestation with those who have come before me. I have built upon what they have written, and in doing so, I have engaged in a negotiation process with them, a process in which our reconstructions of the past compete with each other for validity. We all want to claim that we are telling the “truth.”

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Edited by Peter B. Lane and Ronald E. Marcello University of North Texas Press PDF

Index

COW outpost, 154

Creech, Bill, 122

Crimea, 17

Cuban Missile Crisis, 101

Curtis, Bob, 72-73

Cyprus, 245–46, 245n13

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Eaker, Ira, 121

East Prussia, 23

Eastern Front, 7, 13–14, 19

Efate, New Hebrides, 52

Eglin AFB, 208

Eighth U. S. Army in Korea

(EUSAK), 134, 137; retreat,

141

Eisenhower, Dwight D., 111

Election of 1900 and antiimperialists, 260–261n9

Enola Gay, 78; Smithsonian exhibit, 86 escape attempts, 200–4, 200–

201n18

ETA (Euskadi ta Askatasuna),

236

Eurocentrism, 231-232

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Dallas-Fort Worth International

Airport, 65 daylight high-altitude precision bombing, 35

D-Day, 86

De Custine, Marquis, 213

De La Cruz, Madame, 209 declaration of Jihad against U.S.,

244

Defense Attaché Office, 221

Defense Intelligence Office, 219

Defense Intelligence School

(Bolling AFB), 209

Defense Science Board Readiness

Task Force, 123n15

Denton Chamber of Commerce,

51

Denton Record-Chronicle, 51

Denton, Jeremiah, 197, 197n12,

198n13, 205n23 deterrent strategy, 117

Dhahran, Saudi Arabia (Khobar

Towers), 239

Dios Dios, 263

Divine, Robert, 48, 85

Dixon, Robert, 122, 224

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6 Interim, 1889–1891

Patrick J. Kelly Indiana University Press ePub

Late in 1883 or early in 1884, while Tirpitz struggled with the complexities of torpedoes and torpedo boats, the thirty-four-year-old officer fell in love. The young lady, Marie Lipke, was a fetching twenty-three year old from a wealthy bourgeois family. By early 1884 they were engaged. Their correspondence at the time shows Tirpitz as the eager suitor. “How much I love you and desire you . . . do you feel this desire at least a little bit?” Marie fretted that Alfred might find her boring.1 They married on 18 November 1884 at the Garrison Church in Berlin.2 After a happy and protracted honeymoon they lived in Kiel in a house subsidized by Gustav Lipke, Marie’s father.3

Marriage for a naval officer was a complicated business. The groom needed imperial marriage consent (Allerhöchsten Konsens), for reasons both financial and social. Officers needed enough money to support a family, lest they be overwhelmed with debt. Brides, too, had to have financial means, and a wife with low social status was considered unsuitable. The practical effect of such rules was to prevent officers ranked below lieutenant from marrying. Young officers searched for wealthy, socially acceptable young women so actively that, in 1894, the Marine Kabinett censured officers for advertising in the newspapers for a suitable match. Although there were no written rules, young officers were discouraged from seeking Jewish wives, even if the latter were financially and socially suitable.4

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7. The Fate of a Noncandidate

Herman B Wells Indiana University Press ePub

THOMAS D. CLARK, in the second volume of his history, Indiana University: Midwestern Pioneer, states that whereas I may have borne the title “acting president” I never really cast myself in that role. He went on to say, “Clearly, he acted like a president from the start.” While Dr. Clark was writing this volume he made similar remarks to me. At the time they seemed farfetched, almost preposterous. I remembered little of what took place from July 1, 1937, to June 30, 1938. Throughout my life I have tended to think infrequently about the past, concentrating rather on the future. I have that habit even now. The story of an incident that occurred long ago might illustrate the point.

At the death of Val Nolan, a trustee of the university, it was of course the sad duty of the trustees and officers of the university to attend the funeral. The transportation from Bloomington to Evansville was organized by Ward Biddle, the university comptroller. President Emeritus Bryan was to take his Buick, driven by his old chauffeur, Rocky, and Mr. Biddle assigned Trustee Paul Feltus and me to go with him. Feltus approached Ward Biddle privately, I heard later, and objected to his assignment, saying, “Can't you put me in another car? I don't want to ride 120 miles to Evansville and 120 miles back with two men who don't smoke and don't even know they live in the present. Bryan talks only about the past and Wells is somewhere off in the future.”

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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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3. The Theology of Biologic Living

Brian C. Wilson Indiana University Press ePub

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The Theology of Biologic Living

Photographs of Dr. John Harvey Kellogg taken during the 1880s and ’90s show an avuncular figure with a full beard, still exuding the unbounded confidence of his youth. These were indeed decades of spectacular success for Kellogg, with the Battle Creek Sanitarium growing in popularity and fame, both nationally and internationally. Yet because of his success, Kellogg the physician and Kellogg the Seventh-day Adventist came under increased scrutiny from both the medical profession and the church. Kellogg was sensitive to both, and he apparently felt increasingly pulled in two directions: toward either scientific respectability or religious allegiance.

In 1886, in what was the gravest threat yet to his professional reputation, Kellogg was brought to trial by the Calhoun County Medical Board for, among other things, promoting ideas “unbecoming to a regular physician,” that is, biologic living. The trial ended in a hung jury, and the charges were dropped, only to be revived the following year by the Michigan Medical Board, with the charges withdrawn just before trial.1 After this harrowing experience, Kellogg redoubled his efforts to protect his status within the medical field, and this in part accounts for why he began to insist on the nonsectarian mission of the San. It was perhaps also not coincidental that during this period, Dr. Kellogg began to move decisively away from many of the specific dogmas of Seventh-day Adventism and to equip his biologic living with a more modernist theological rationale. Kellogg was not about to abandon the religion behind biologic living; as the product of the Adventist subculture, he retained too much of the Yankee sectarian spirit to be bullied out of religious belief, yet the doctor did become increasingly anxious to make his beliefs appear “scientific.” It must be said, however, that although Dr. Kellogg’s professional problems accelerated this process of theological reformulation in the 1890s, it had already begun in his youth.

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12 Into the Breech

Gregory V. Short University of North Texas Press ePub

Chapter Twelve

Into the Breech

“The only problem with a nation honoring its war dead is that it tends to inspire the young to seek out that same honor.”

One dismal morning, the helicopters unexpectedly arrived and took us away in a whirlwind of flying dust and lingering fumes. While climbing above the clouds, the air was so cold and crisp that we had to huddle together to keep from shivering. After living in our dirty foxholes, it had been quite awhile since we had actually seen each other in a clear and open setting. As a group, we were literally covered in mud and grime, unshaven, and undernourished. Our battle fatigues were torn to shreds and the equipment we carried was old and almost useless from the wear and tear. Grinning at each other as if the governor had just pardoned us, everyone realized that we were flying in an easterly direction, which could only mean a reprieve of sorts.

Almost immediately, Huff and Fuzzy began taking bets as to our destination. Personally, I kept hoping that we were headed for LZ Stud in order to get a few days’ rest and some hot chow. Weighing only about one hundred twenty pounds, I had gook sores running up and down my arms, swollen feet, and ringworms all over my legs and crotch. Amazingly though, compared to other fellows in my squad, I was somewhat healthy. Several of them were running high fevers and couldn’t keep their food down. Poor Roger and Huff had been crapping in their pants for days and Fuzzy had a badly infected leg. Our physical condition was so deplorable that we probably looked like a pack of refugees from Ethiopia.

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Chapter 16

Rebecca McClanahan Indiana University Press ePub

The first and only time I saw Aunt Bessie cry was the night I played Lottie Moon. The production was Her Lengthened Shadow, a sentimental playlet about a missionary who had died half a century before. I was fifteen, the same age as Lottie Moon when the play opens; in the hour it took to perform the play, I would age fifty-seven years. Bessie rarely attended church with our family, but she came that night in Santa Ana, California, to see what all the fuss was about. My mother had sewn my costumes. Someone else’s mother had applied the pancake makeup and, during scene changes, penciled in lines between my eyes and on the sides of my mouth. I remember lifting my eyebrows to create forehead furrows, and smiling crazily, unnaturally, to form craters around my mouth so that she could guide the eyebrow pencil into the depressions. In the last scene, when a special lightbulb cast a shadow across the stage, signifying my death at the impossibly old age of seventy-two, I heard gasps in the audience and knew I had played my part well.

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Chapter 4

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 4

So I had one day to get ready. You saw how I packed. But I told Frances: I know this guy.

And the guy was Woodrow Joseph Brookston, ex-boyfriend of my high school friend Alexandra—Crazy Alex for short—who was a student at the U of I too, her apartment three blocks from me. Back now, Woody had been in Champaign a couple of days, just released at last and for good, out of Vietnam. Not a soldier, I assured Frances. He was a CO, really. But they made him go anyway, as a medic for two years. From DeKalb I had called other friends near where I lived on Green Street. Woody was crashing on the couch at their place, sort of a refugee from the army and now, from Alex. He answered the phone so I told him about the trip.

A medic in ’Nam? Frances said with interest, even reverence. I could see the movie she started to run in her head: Woody hauling the wounded into trucks and helicopters, holding high the blood bottles; Woody with a big red cross on his arm, the soundtrack full of gunshot and moody cello with an occasional lightning hit of violin; Woody, some tall beefy thoughtful guy, the real hero over there, all the broken, bleeding, stoned-out soldiers grateful and weeping and getting him to write down their last words to mail home to their girlfriends, or maybe even deliver by hand, walking up the little steps to their houses, knocking fatefully on each door. And those guys would trust him absolutely not to put the moves on their girls, even after a properly pious interval of a week or two.

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