Christmas greetings of 1962, part 3

Here's one last blast of advertising that we find in the "Community Magazine" from Albert Lea, MN for Christmas, 1962. (Click for parts one and two.)

I like the sentiment in this - "Let us thank you for your past patronage."  Remember that the customer is doing you a favor.  A lot of businesses don't remember that anymore.

Christmastide - now there's a word you don't hear very often.  Sounds vaguely liturgical, doesn't it?  Also serves as a reminder that Christmas is more than one day.  They could have been talking about the lead-up to Christmas - or they could mean the whole twelve days, leading up to Epiphany.

Remember when carolers used to come to the front door?  Maybe they still do - just not here.

Another ad with candles - I really wish we saw more like this.  Notice too how many advertisers wish us something along the lines of "health and happiness"?

Another image of the Virgin and Child.  I can guarantee you wouldn't see this today - again, at least not here.

"Best wishes of the season" - with an image like this, there isn't much doubt as to what season they're talking about.  Remarkable how many of these ads have a religious motif.

Another image of the Wise Men.

This looks a lot like the snowdrifts we're experiencing here in Minnesota!

Finally, Reddy Kilowatt wishes us all a Merry Christmas.  And, by the way, don't forget to use that electricity!

I don't know about you, but I enjoyed going through these ads immensely.  There was only one sour note in the issue (aside from the sense that this is a world lost to us forever), and that comes in what I suppose we'd call the "predictions" section of the magazine.  The column concludes with a prediction of "a year that lies before us clean and untouched.  May it bring joy and successto us and to you."  Indeed, the year was to bring the death of John XXIII, the continuing "work" of the Second Vatican Council, the overthrow of the president of South Vietnam and continuing U.S. involvement, the assassination of President Kennedy, the murder - live on national television - of his accused assassin, the death of C.S. Lewis - well, you get the picture.  Knowing how the year turns out adds an extra note of poignancy to the optimistic hopes for the year.  When, in 50 years, historians look back at 2011, I hope they will see better news. ◙

The Intolerable Acts

Taxation that was imposed on the Colonies in the 1760's and 1770's infuriated colonists, who protested, and by 1773, taxes on tea were the only ones remaining, with a monopoly imposed. The infuriated colonists launched a raid on the tea in Boston, leading to the famous Boston Tea Party of 1773. The resulting furore over the protests led to a British attack called the Coercive, or Intolerable Acts.

In the past two years of the Pelosi-Reid-Obama triumverate, we have seen a series of Intolerable Acts of the 21st Century, aimed at a modern mostly conservative protest organisation whose name was derived by CNBC's Rick Santelli on February 19, 2009, knowing of the history of the United States 235 years ago. The result was the birth of the modern Tea Party Movement, protesting against the Left's numerous policies of the past 45 years that has left this country in a lurch, and sending modern Americans to reliving the “spirit of 1773” with this protest.




In the spirit of 1773, it seems Congress has agreed to be the English and pass Intolerable Acts to stop their opponents. A no debate, no discussion, follow the Dear Leader Congress has continued with this action.

The list of Intolerable Acts of the Administration includes:

Bobby's Messiah adventures

It's Messiah week and I am joining along for the ride Monday night (for the sixth time) at Washington Street United Methodist Church's Sing-Along Messiah VIII, with Bonnie Lynch (soprano), Janet Hopkins (alto), Ryan Headley (tenor), Marc Rattray (bass) our four soloists. If there's a sing-along this week, come in guys and join in your local sing-along! We, as classical music aficionados, want you to join in your local production!

I decided to go Inside the Numbers for this one.

STAT SHEET

In the nine years since I began singing, and more recently participating in choral productions, I have been honoured to have participated in Die Jahreszeiten, Messiah, and Mass in C Major.

NOTE: Names in italics are singers who have been soloists in productions where I have sung. Notable musicians who have played at the gigs are mentioned and listed in italics. Except for 2008, soloists listed in order of soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. The 2008 version is listed differently because the bass and alto are husband and wife.

2005: Tina Milhorn Stallard, Helen Tintes-Schuermann, Walter Cuttino, Jacob Will
Concertmaster: Mary Lee Taylor
Cello: Colleen Marcou Bassoon: Stephanie Whitson (both U09)

2006: Whitney Vance, Ann Benson, David Bankston, Richard Conant
Violin 2: Jennifer Hill Viola: Maurice Hood Cello: Colleen Marcou Oboe: Benjamin Woodruff Bassoon: Stephanie Whitson (all U09)

2007: Serena Hill (J09), Brittnee Siemon, Mark Husey, Hal McIntosh
Oboe: Benjamin Woodruff (U09)

2008: Serena Hill (J09) (soprano), Mark Husey (tenor), and the husband and wife team of Daniel (bass) and Holly (alto) Cole
Violin 2: Jennifer Hill. Viola: Maurice Hood, Audrey Harris. Cello: Colleen Marcou. Oboe: Benjamin Woodruff. Bassoon: Stephanie Whitson (all U09)

2009: Whitney Vance, Elizabeth Woodard, Zach Marshall, Mark Hightower
Violin 2: Jennifer Hill. Viola: Audrey Harris. Cello: Colleen Marcou. Oboe: Benjamin Woodruff. Bassoon: Stephanie Whitson (all U09)

2010: Bonnie Lynch, Janet Hopkins (B10), Ryan Headley, Marc Rattray
Violin 2: Jennifer Hill. Viola: Maurice Hood, Audrey Harris. Cello: Colleen Marcou. Oboe: Benjamin Woodruff. Bassoon: Stephanie Whitson (all U09)

NOTES: J09: Die Jahreszeiten. U09: Union UMC Messiah. B10: Mass in C Major

And here is a video clip from 2009.  Enjoy! ◙

Christmas greetings of 1962, part 2

As we move into Christmas week, it seems like a good time to look at some more of the Christmas ads that appeared in the "Community Magazine" from Albert Lea, MN for Christmas, 1962. (See part one here.)

You often get "Merry," "Happy" or "Greetings" wished you, but "Joyous" is kind of nice, isn't it?  I hope De Soto Creamery had some joyous sales.

This is also a nice sentiment.  With all the PC police, it's harder to find that part about "Good will toward men" than it used to be.

Here's not only a very nice sentiment, but a very stylish one as well.  Look how they've worked the numbers 25 into the sleigh.  Look even more closely, and you can see December in there somewhere.  Makes you wonder if Al Hirchfeld worked on it.

And let's finish this series with this serene portrait of a small town in the stillness of a winter night.  Sadly, the hopes for a lasting era of "Peace on earth, goodwill to man" would pretty much be wiped out by the end of 1963.

There are still a few days until Christmas - I wouldn't be surprised if I could scare up a few more of these wonderful images before then.  ◙

Liberals' next move: sexual deviancy in the military

A friend from college serves in the United States Army, and he is being reassigned from Fort Knox (Kentucky) to Fort Benning (Georgia). The husband of an elementary school classmate serves in the Navy and is being reassigned to Hawaii. Yet we now hear of Congressman Reid trying to force down a repeal of a ban on homosexuality in the military that passed the House as a stand-alone. And this time the President is wanting a full passage of this.

Can you imagine the loss of troops as new policies would effectively strip troops of the Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religion, and the right to assemble by effectively saying they must subscribe to the idea that sexual deviancy is normal, and opposing it is an automatic dishonourable discharge, where a new "speech code" in the military will even prohibit soldiers from attending church because it promotes values in conflict with the new leftist mandates?

If this passes, we shall see soldiers exit the military as they will be ejected for violating code. Worse yet, those who stay will be forced to observe and accept by force the despicable conduct of these sexual deviants, and their conduct has long been one that has hurt the military. The military is not a social engineering facility to force us into the Left's ideas. We saw how the President seized political opponents of his auto agenda in order to force us into the tiny cars he wants us driving. They've imposed a new federal speech code on speech that is from the Bible that says sexual deviancy is wrong in Shepard-Byrd. The Left has used schools as a social engineering venue to punish men by banning men from sports via Title IX, and eventually banning men from school for the same reason. Now they are wanting to make the military the newest social engineering venue for the homosexual agenda.

We voted to throw these legislators out, and yet they are now ramming this down our throats as a final way of saying "this is our house, and we will not let you have it." At this rate, is the first word of our National Anthem "Soyuz," and the Hammer and Sickle replacing the Stars and Stripes?

More on this story from Sandy Rios. ◙

Retro TV Friday

From the TV Guide of December 5, 1964, an ad for the premiere showing of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  It's changed networks since then, but nearly 50 years later it's still going strong. (Click on the image to enlarge.) ◙

Word association

It’s funny how the mind’s synapses work. A co-worker of mine was discussing how she was considering changing the name of her pet pygmy frog, Bob, to Jesús since she had gotten him as a Christmas gift last year.

Hearing that, I thought to myself that the name Noel might be an even better choice. That reminded me of the singer/actor Noel Harrison*, and all of a sudden I couldn’t get The Windmills of Your Mind out of my mind.

* Why didn’t I think of Noel Coward? Good question. Perhaps my mind also subconsciously realized I needed a good idea for a blog post.

At any rate, you might not remember Noel Harrison. He’s the son of the actor Rex Harrison, and was a co-star (with the luscious Stefanie Powers) of the short-lived Girl from U.N.C.L.E. series of the late 60s. He also sang, and his rendition of the Michel LeGrand/Marilyn and Alan Bergman song The Windmills of Your Mind won an Oscar in 1968 for Best Song, from the Steve McQueen/Faye Dunaway crime caper flick The Thomas Crown Affair.*

* Oddly enough, it was not Harrision but Jose Feliciano who sang the song at the Oscar show. Why? Again, I don’t know – I suppose some internet research might reveal the truth. I suspect I’ll discover the answer around the same time I figure out why I’m not writing about Noel Coward.

Now, if The Thomas Crown Affair sticks in your mind at all, it might be because of the remake a few years ago, which featured Pierce Brosnan and Rene Russo in the McQueen/Dunaway roles. That movie featured The Windmills of Your Mind as well, in an absolutely hideous, wretched version by Sting, so bad that I’m not even going to link to it.* But then, there have been a lot of covers of The Windmills of Your Mind. As I’ve suggested, I didn’t care for Sting’s. I wasn’t thrilled with Feliciano’s either, although it was better. Dusty Springfield had a hit with hers. Matt Monro (who sang the title track to the Bond flick From Russia With Love) had a version, which I thought was a little cold.  It was fine technically, but there wasn't much feeling to it.

* Of whom Joe Queenan once wrote, “Sting, where is thy death?” It is true that Sting has had a few good songs over the years, mostly from when he was with The Police. The Windmills of Your Mind is not one of them.



No, for me the Harrison version has always been pretty much the definitive article, so to speak. It’s tight, not drawn out, and epitomizes the hypnotic nature of the lyrics, in a way most of the covers fail to do. But I have to admit that I was taken by Allison Moyet’s rendition, which I more or less stumbled upon.

Aside from the fact that the running time was nearly twice that of Harrison’s original, all you had to do was hear the word “Round” to tell that this was going to be quite different. As a matter of fact, I almost clicked it off right then and there – I had heard Sting’s version, after all. But I think by the time she came to “spiral,” my hand paused, and by the end of the first line I was hooked. Yes, it’s different, but unlike so many covers of classic songs, it’s also terrific. She does a particularly nifty job in interpolating a lyric that, in the original, has a distinct male-to-female reference. (Yes, I know someone else probably wrote that for her, but it’s still good.)



Anyway, don’t just listen to me – listen to the song. I still have Harrison’s at the top, but Moyet’s a close second. ◙

Opera Wednesday

Over the years I seem to have become something of an authority on the TV opera Amahl and the Night Visitors. Every once in a while, especially at this time of the year, I'll find myself in a discussion that runs something along the lines of "why don't they do a new version of this on TV?"

It's a good question, one that I've asked myself.  The original 1951 broadcast, which featured Chet Allen's memorable turn as Amahl, as well as the 1952 broadcast with Bill McIver, make occasional appearances on the DVD trading circuit, but have never been commercially released.  The only version to make it to DVD commercially is McIver's final apperance as Amahl in 1955, which exists in a handsome release by VAI.  NBC's annual broadcasts of Amahl continued through 1966, but the 1963 showing was the last original staging (videotaped, it was run through 1966.  Whatever happened to that version?  Who knows.)

But those aren't the only versions of Amahl to make it to television.  NBC remade Amahl in 1978 with Teresa Stratas, but that one never made it past VHS.  The BBC mounted two versions of Amahl, in 1955 and 1959.  They also prepared a version for broadcast in 2002, but it was never broadcast.  Why?  Read all about it here.  The short version?  "The screen rights to Menotti's best-known work, which is often performed in schools, are held by an American company, Schirma, which plans to make its own film of the opera and will not sanction another version."


And that, apparently, is where the issue stands to this day.  Barring an unexpected change of heart - the "miracle" referred to in the Guardian's article - it's unlikely we'll see a new version any time soon.  And that's a pity.  Amahl is one of the truly unique moments in television history, but that alone can be transmitted through the 1955 video.  No, Amahl is a wonderful, charming story of a child's pure love, and the miracle that love produces.  Menotti's music and libretto are clever and intriguing - if you think you don't like modern opera, you should at least listen to a recording of it.  (The original cast recording is readily available on CD.)  Amahl can easily be enjoyed as a historical artifact; television viewers deserve to see it as a worthy hour of broadcasting, one that never forgets the reason for the season. ◙

Random thoughts

As most of you probably know, "random thoughts" is usually another way of saying, "I don't have enough material for a good story, so I'm going to string together a bunch of unrelated ideas." Fair enough, but I'm going to ask you to bear with me anyway, for some interesting odds and ends.

First off is this fascinating series from Hell's Bible (That's The New York Times, in case you were wondering), on a piece of history I really didn't know much about: the December 16, 1960 plane crash over New York City that killed 134 people - at the time, the deadliest plane crash in American history, and the first to involve a passenger jet aircraft.  The death toll might seem modest compared to, for example, the World Trade Center bombing, but as this picture suggests, the horror on the streets was every bit as real.  I happened on this while following a link to another story altogether, and it was an hour before I could stop reading.  The overview is here, but be sure to follow the link to this affecting story about Barbara Lewnes, the nurse who stayed the night with Stephen Baltz, the young boy who for an all-too-short time was the only survivor of the crash.

Next up is this piece from our loyal reader Suzanne, who thought it was something we might want to put on the blog.  Gross?  Disgusting?  Probably.  Free speech?  Without a doubt.  An accurate description of politicians?  Can't say about the specific case, but in general,...

We've talked before about Bernie Ecclestone, the major domo of F1.  (I probably ought to trademark that description.)  A few weeks ago the 80-year old Ecclestone was mugged and roughed up a bit, but Bernie being Bernie, he's turning it to his advantage.

So what do you know? ◙

Christmas greetings of 1962, part 1

One of the added benefits of combing antique stores in search of TV Guides is that in the meantime you can run into the most fascinating things.

Take this magazine: it's called "The Community Magazine," and it's from Albert Lea, a town in southern Minnesota.  "The Community Magazine" is one of those free magazines you get in supermarkets, and it's about what you'd expect: television listings for the month, a few local columnists and notes, and advertising.  Mostly advertising.  Which, in this case, is a real treasure trove for the cultural archaeologist.

This is the January 1963 issue, which means that it would have come out sometime in December 1962.  As such, it's the last chance for advertisers to wish their customers the greetings of the season.  And herein lies the tale.  I picked this up a couple of years ago, and since then I've been dying to scan in these images.  Taken collectively, it presents a remarkable slice of life from the early 60s.  It was a time when religion was an accepted - no, a necessary - part of the public square, and when the PC police hadn't ridden Christmas out of town in the name of "diversity."  (Insert gagging noices here.)  Granted, we're talking about what might be referred to as "Small-Town America," but no matter how you look at it, it's a real document from a real time, one that sadly seems far away today.  (Click on the images to see larger versions.)

Here is the cover of "the Community Magazine," in festive green and red, with a Dickensian-styled family gathered around the table for Christmas dinner.

This ad is mind-boggling for a couple of reasons.  First, it's brought to you by "your servants in government" - that sounds kind of quaint, doesn't it?  What's even more stunning is that it not only specifically wishes people "Christmas Joy," but it features the Three Wise Men.  Can you imaging a government agency using this kind of symbolism today?



Religious symbolism is a running theme throughout these ads.  I'd go to them for a loan.  (Do you think it was an accident that a financial institution would go for images of gold, frankincense and myrrh?)

Here's another example.  Sorenson Lumber is doing more than advertising their business; they're telling you something about the kind of people that run the company.  I don't know anything this company (a quick Google search didn't tell me much), but I wouldn't be surprised to find out it was a family business.

This ad is from the local Skelly gas station.  Werner Wittmer doesn't leave you in any doubt as to what they think Christmas is all about.

Not every ad in this issue has an explicitly religious motif, but it's hard to look at a candle without thinking of "The Light of the World."  By the way, we don't see candles in Christmas decorating like we used to - when you find them nowadays, it's mostly as part of retro-themed advertising.

Stay turned throughout the rest of the week as we continue leafing through the pages of "The Community News," and see how America used to celebrate Christmas. ◙

Of disgraceful Grammys, MTV, HBO, and the music we sing

Since the Super Bowl XXXVIII incident in Houston, NASCAR has used a money and points (or laps if in-race) penalty system as a crackdown on obscene language. In 2004, Johnny Sauter, Ron Hornaday Jnr (both NNS), and Dale Earnhardt Jnr (NSCS) were each fined $10,000 and 25 points penalties each for use of improper language on-air in broadcasts. Two years later, Kevin Manion (NSCS) was punished for an obscenity with an ejection penalty, ejecting his driver from a race, costing more than 25 points. By 2007, Tony Stewart (NSCS) was awarded a $25,000 fine with the 25-point penalty for another obscenity. In 2008, Chad Walter (NNS) was fined $10,000 and the entire Dale Earnhardt Jnr #5 NNS team punished with a 25-point penalty for an obscenity. In November, Kyle Busch (NSCS) was fined $25,000 when he signalled an obscene gesture towards an official where NASCAR threw a two-lap penalty that was worth more than 50 points.

The penalty system reminded me of an article from Dennis Prager on National Review about the demise of music after he reviewed the 2011 Grammy Awards nominations for the coarse, fine and points-worthy language of these ditties, considering the nomination of songs and albums with such $25,000 words when 25 years ago, people were winning $25,000 atop an Egyptian tomb when the World Oldest Teenager said, “Here is your first subject, GO!”. Mr. Prager noted MTV has destroyed the youth of this country since its development in 1981 because of music video scenes that are shown for less than two seconds, and explicit imagery and talk on such programming. He also noted the National Recording Academy for the Arts and Sciences voted to support such language, which in my view is reminiscent of what has happened to the Emmy Awards since HBO and Showtime, which have won the majority of key Emmys with programming that features coarse language and illegal for network television scenes.

MTV has destroyed music in more ways than you can expect. Instead of hearing pipe organs playing serious sacred song, today's dominant churches (life enhancement centres actually) are playing the same level of rock music with emotions, and the tunes have no Biblical message. Some of the songs are outright secular and inappropriate. Still others are excessively loud that it violates OSHA standards. We've seen a demise in wonderful music in the church since the MTV generation's control, and it shows when kids would rather dance to “Spirit in the Sky” (with a blasphemous reference), any ditty of the prosperity gospel promoted by “Smiling Joel” Osteen, or even sing the incorrect theology of the “Wailing Women and Moaning Men”.

What is promoted by MTV through their various networks is downright disgraceful. I cannot picture myself listening to any of the inappropriate trash that is called “Grammy Worthy” when I have found myself in an era where classical music, and operas, have become part of my musical culture, especially since I attended a Charleston Spoleto performance of Susan Patterson as Manon Lescault ten years ago this coming May, followed by years of vocal training that has sent me to many sacred and secular works from the world's greatest composers.

There's a clear difference between sitting in the tenor section of the choir after you've finished your first long “Kyrie Eleison” then hearing Ashley Briggs sing a long and beautiful “Kyrie Eleison” from the opening of Beethoven's Mass in C Major and hearing Thomas Calloway, Marshall Mathers, Robyn Fenty, or Shawn Carter and their $25,000 obscenity-laden ditties. Which one is more suitable for a family? Which one is more suited to be heard? Which one would children prefer? The unfortunate issue is today's generation prefers the bleep-a-tenth and the inappropriate content of modern rock music, and not the beauty of Beethoven. Obviously, as the photo from the concert shows, there's a songbook for both of us and my direction is one way.

The content of the 2011 Grammy Awards with its excessive use of inappropriate language is concerning, and does not fit in the wheelhouse of us who have attended, read, or sung classical music, considering what is featured. Mr. Prager is correct. The Grammys, and all of pop music today, is such a disgrace for the questionable material that is being nominated. Yet we have generations in church who think it's more acceptable than the serious church music that we've sung. ◙

Opera Wednesday

Last month, I attended a pair of one-act operas based on Charles Dickens stories, A Christmas Carol ("Mr. Scrooge") and A Tale of Two Cities ("Miss Havisham's Wedding Night"), as part of "A Dickens of an Evening". As usual, I do not review operas where I have conflict of interest since it would be impossible for me to review anything that features singers or musicians with whom I have sung in Beethoven's Mass in C Major (2010), Excerpts from Haydn's Die Jahreszeiten (2009), or any of the numerous Händel's Messiah excerpts that I have participated (2005-present) (with virtually disqualifies me from the majority of events I attend). The Sunday production that I attended featured my voice teacher's fiancé, and the Saturday that I did not attend had her (we sat together for the Sunday production), and the accompanist was the lady of whom accompanied the Beethoven and Haydn productions I mentioned. Mr. Scrooge himself is the bass who has sung at Mass in C Major, therefore disqualifying me from any reviews, so I can only discuss reflections on the operas.

The first opera's story was haunting and tragic (and featured Dr. Hill on Saturday, which disqualifies me from any review), and to me sounded similar to a woman's betrayal at the wedding altar, a female Figaro in a tragic way. The soliloquy was about Miss Havisham (from Great Expectations) being betrayed and staying in one room fifty years previously at the altar. Sadly, with the way some of us who are not yet married look at life, it is a sad state to see this is not the type of person you want to be in your seventies, and the anger of the woman will make a man want to find the right woman, and marry her, before it is too late. The haunting theme wants me to read this book, and sadly, our education system has corrupted the standards of literature by ignoring Dickens in favour of Communist authors such as Richard Wright.

It was interesting that Samuel Douglas, who is a music professor at South Carolina (my alma mater), composed the 35-minute piece. Cleve Callison, father of John, who was the Ghost of Jacob Marley in Mr. Scrooge, noted how his son had to sing as a mummy with linen wrapped around the head to keep the jaw with the head in burial. The creepiness of the opera and the ghosts of the Christmases were reminiscent of Scrooge's attitude in the Dickens story. But the joy of Christmas had to be there, and the story was reminiscent of Dickens to an angle. Why do we ignore Dickens today for authors who are not qualified except for their politically correct standards?

Mr. Scrooge was locally composed by Samuel O. Douglas. And for those of you who aren't familiar, you may notice some familiar faces and names in the promotional videos they had for the operas.  ◙

Now what did I do?

Wait a minute - it's that other Mitchell.

You have no idea how disconcerting it is to see a headline like that.

(Screenshot from NRO) ◙

"Attack of the Sillies" Digest

This time, the Digest is from Formula One, and it's the Attack of the Silly Season. The Silly Season is now up and running before Bahrain comes.

Double Indy 500 and triple IndyCar champion Dario Franchitti thinks his cousin (Paul Di Resta) is better than Sebastian Vettel. Hmmm . . . trying to get Di Resta into a better ride than Force India?

James Allen: Williams confirms GP2 Champion Pastor Maldonado, who has the backing of the Chávez government, to join Barrichello in the team.

Autosport: The dispute that could have put the Qantas Grand Prix off the calendar has been resolved; round two of the 2011 season in Melbourne is a go.

Andrew Benson: F1 Moves to Set Green Agenda (1.6 litre turbocharged 4-cylinder hybrid engines is the plan for 2013).

FIA: With F1 rules regarding car numbers, each year team numbers are based on the previous year's results. There are no permanent numbers as to make #1 be the best, #3 and #4 second-best team, and so forth. No #13.

Telegraph: Luca di Montezemolo (Ferrari) may step down to pursue political career to go after Berlusconi. ◙

Over the river and through the woods

Guest column by Cathy of Alex

 ....to (insert name) house we go!

As I stared out at the white snow colored landscape outside my window this morning and sipped my coffee (good times, good times) I wondered about the death, or rather, dearth of grandparents in the generations to come.

In my generation, grandparents are often the only stable couple a child will know. Their parents may be divorced or never married. In my generation, divorce and cohabitation have risen but the wave spared the grandparents. So, no matter what marital state, or not, your parents were in you could count on going to your grandparents for the holidays and experiencing, perhaps, a taste of what a marriage is and can be.

Not so for much longer, forget divorce, marriage itself has fallen out of favor. There is a marked increase in people who think marriage is not necessary for much of anything. Cohabitation is ok, having kids with multiple partners is ok. The result; it’s not just trading weekends with parents anymore, now it’s trading holidays with grandparents too.

Which grandparent do we visit? Who is grandma living with this month? Even the elderly have begun to embrace cohabitation. Why get married? Too much of a tax hit.

I see a day when the decision of who to visit on the holiday will become so confusing and uncertain that more and more people will elect to stay home.

The NFL may profit from more TV’s turned in to football games but children certainly will not.

I’m sad for the kids who will never know what I did-holidays with my parents and family at my maternal and paternal grandparent’s homes. No, it wasn’t always Norman Rockwell but it was as solid and comforting and Grandma’s custard pie.It was a place to enchange stories and learn family history. It was a place to connect with people who shared your own blood. It was a place to learn what made a marriage work and didn’t from the experts-couples who were married 40 and 60 years.

Many kids will never receive these valuable life lessons. That’s a tragedy. ◙

Opinion Digest

We haven't shared some opinions but here we go with another round of good ones.

Mona Charen: For Boys' Sake, Don't Kill the Scholastic Aptitude Test.

L. Brent Bozell III: Shock Art and "Social Dignity".

Robert Costa and Andrew Stiles: Governess Haley Rolls Up Her Sleeves.

Michelle Malkin: The Little Victims of Obamacare.

Dennis Prager: Self-Esteem and Character.  As an aside, if I had stayed at the parochial school after sixth grade, I probably would have broken my maiden and won a game with the varsity baseball team. I never broke my maiden playing sports.

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Thanksgiving leftovers

You remember last week we took a look at some Thanksgiving programming from the early and mid 60s. As an afterthought, I pulled out this issue of TV Guide from November 1971 - not one of my favorite eras from either television or TV Guide (the severly truncated style used in the programming section generates absolutely no interest), but even here there are bits and pieces that make your post-Thanksgiving snack more than palatable.  (As before, all photos are from the author's collection.)

You can see at right that the parades are still big - both networks have expanded their coverage to three hours - but without the pictures and the full-page close-up, it doesn't have quite as much charm.

What I remember most about Thanksgiving 1971 - what any sports fan would remember - is the epic "Game of the Century," the showdown between Nebraska and Oklahoma, the top two teams in the country.  As you can see from the listings, there was every reason to believe this was destined to be a big one - but for once, the game actually lived up to the hype.  Oklahoma, playing before a frenzied home crowd, with quarterback Jack Mildren playing the game of his life, rallied from an 11-point deficit to take a 31-28 lead  (on an audacious 4th down touchdown pass from Mildren to Harrison) more than halfway through the fourth quarter, only to have Nebraska counter with a late touchdown and win, 35-31.  Over 55 million people, at the time the largest television audience ever for a college football game, were left drained.  (Click on the image at left to enlarge.)

Notice that opposite the football, NBC is showing "Cricket on the Hearth," which shows that in the 70s there was still romm for holiday-themed programming in the afternoon (see the variety shows of the 60s, for example).  "Cricket" was followed by "The Mouse on the Mayflower"; unfortunately, neither of these cartoons seem to be part of the holiday canon anymore, at least on TV.  Cute ad, though.

Unbelievably, for a nation of football fans still exhausted from one of the greatest college football games of all time, there was still another game to follow - Georgia (9-1) vs. Georgia Tech (6-4). Less emotional, but no less competitive, as the Bulldogs win 28-24. I wonder how many were able to even stay awake for that, between the drama of the first game and the tryptophan of the turkey.

And - well, that's about it for Thanksgiving day.  There was no Arthur Godfrey special to wind down with, no Garry Moore for the family to sit around enjoying.  There was a regular compliment of series programming (all of it, interestingly, original - the idea of showing reruns on Thanksgiving hadn't yet become the norm) and a CBS documentary on the American Dream (wonder how many people watched that?), but the only signs of variety were regular episodes of Flip Wilson and Dean Martin.

On Friday there was a basketball game on ABC (generously advertised during the Turkey Day games), preceded by ABC's cartoon festival from 9:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., when the Saturday cartoons made a rare Friday appearance.  (They did that for many years, before cartoons themselves became passé with kids. Thankfully, though, Thanksgiving itself hasn't - yet - become passé. ◙

Giving Thanks, 5k record, and carolighting challenge

Thanksgiving Week Reflections:

There's no time for (much) turkey . . . I have to RUN! Thanksgiving Day started off with a blast . . . literally. I joined a pair of friends in Gran Amistad, Caroline Lewis-Jones (the dancer I mentioned in regards to injuries a while back), and Stephanie Nye (my partner from the 2008 Starpower Nationals-qualifying “Hand Jive”), along with Stephanie's boyfriend John, Mrs. Spurrier and daughter, and over 600 others started off Thanksgiving literally with a blast at the Boys and Girls Club of the Midlands Turkey Day Run VI at the Colonial Life Arena. This year's race was five thousand meters (unlike the 8,000 meters we ran the first five years; the other two cities didn't want police to work much on Thanksgiving, which is a shame because last year's 8k was capped at 500 on race morning; organisers extended registration to ensure this wouldn't happen this year, and 673 runners made the 5k run this year. But I did miss the three-city, two-bridge Thanksgiving 8k that made it unique. Now Ray Tanner's 12k was a three-city, two-bridge race but that's a longer distance.

By the time I challenged myself to racing my friends (they ran quickly that I was four and a half minutes behind by the time they crossed the line, I was about a half mile behind them), I knew something was going to happen, and the clock reported the truth. I had turned a time of 27:26 for the 5,000 metres, easily beating the 28:58 I had set on Memorial Day weekend in Jailbreak IV (a 5k organised by the Lexington County Sheriff's Department, start and finish in the county jail) for my fastest 5k ever. Ate little to celebrate, and worked out with Stephanie the next morning with 2 ½ hours of cardio (she did 2 ½ hours too that Friday). How did our friendship start with being paired for a Grease-inspired dance?

Governor's Carolighting. An e-mail came from the choral director from college that he wanted to hastily organise a choir because the traditional Governor's Carolighting ceremony's fate was not decided until the late minute. With no choral gigs taking place this fall I decided to take a shot at this event.

We had to practice at 2 for 90 minutes before one final practice at 5:20 before we went on at 5:45. Talk about pressure with songs most of us didn't know! Enjoyed the experience, with Händel, Mendelssohn, Leontovich, Wilhousky, and even some “African carols”. However, I was not pleased with the Gospel Choir at a college for performing to karaoke when we had two accompanists ready for the Children's Choir and the Community Choir, respectively. Why does that college choir leader think their group is better with karaoke? And don't get me started on winter songs being used instead of Christmas songs as we saw with four selections on this night. I have a friend in Australia and it's summer and people spend Christmas on the beach, and it's warmer than 90 degrees.

I have plenty of people to thank here but especially Larry and Susan Wyatt, who directed the choirs, and Camille Jones and Nathan Doman, our accompanists. Cannot say enough how this challenge was tough to do on short notice, but Raycom's Dawndy Mercer Plank (Mistress of Ceremonies) could not even hear that we were just organised in hours. ◙

Retro TV Friday: Thanksgiving Edition

Thanksgiving often seems like an underappreciated holiday, serving as little more than a warmup act for Christmas, and people seem eagar to get it out of the way so they can invade the stores in the dawn hours of Black Friday.  (Those stores that aren't actually open on Thanksgiving, that is.) . Back in the day, however, Turkey Day used to get a little more love.  And so this seemed to be a good reason (or at least a good excuse) to dip into the TV Guide archives for a look at Thanksgiving through the early 60s, as seen on TV.

This first picture below above is from Thanksgiving 1962.  Then, as now, the Thanksgiving Day Parade was a mainstay of both CBS and NBC.  As now, NBC was the network of the Macy's Parade, with longtime hosts Betty White and Lorne Greene.  CBS had the Macy's Parade too, but they also specialized in parades from around the country - the Gimbels' parade in Philadelphia (wonder why TVG gives this big press?  It's because their headquarters were in Pennsylvania) and the Hudson's parade in Detroit.  The department stores aren't around anymore, but both Philly and Detroit continue to celebrate the day with big parades. 

I always preferred the CBS coverage - Macy's was OK, but getting to see Detroit and Philadelphia (and later on Toronto's Santa Claus parade) made the day even bigger.  Back in the 60s Captain Kangaroo hosted the overall coverage from New York (William "Cannon" Conrad would perform the same function through much of the 70s), with CBS newsmen and celebrities alternating as hosts in the various cities.  Besides, seeing the Detroit parade would be an early tipoff to the weather for that morning's football game.

The next picture, also from 1962, is for the Pat Boone Thansgiving special.  Pretty good cast, although Peter, Paul & Mary seem a bit out of place.  Or perhaps Pat wasn't as much of a square as people thought. Notice the start time: 4:30 pm (Central time).  Doesn't seem likely any more that a network show would come on at that hour, not with the news saturation that local stations have today.

Here's another late afternoon special from 1961, with Al Hirt and a cast of thousands, or at least the popular singer Gordon MacRae, the opera star Patrice Munsel, and dancer Carol Haney.  "Home for the Holidays" - then, as now, Thanksgiving was the start of the Christmas season.  Notice that these ads prominently boast that the specials are "In Color!"

The holidays are always a time to bring back stars who haven't had regular series for several years.  Bonne was one, and the Old Redhead, Arthur Godfrey was another.  His 1963 Thanksgiving night special promises "a post-turkey pot of tea."  I imagine things were a bit muted that year, since JFK had been buried just three days previous.

Perry Como no longer had a weekly series in 1962, but his Kraft Music Hall appeared several times a year.  Since the show was always on Wednesday nights, his November special was always on Thanksgiving Eve.  (And that's exactly how it was described - putting Thanksgiving Eve on a par with Christmas Eve.)

Of course, you can't have Thanksgiving without football.  Look at how CBS advertises its game between the Colts and Lions in 1965:

I actually remember watching that game (I won't say how old I am now, but I was five back then).  The Colts and Lions battled to a 24-24 tie that pleased nobody.  Nowadays, I imagine the Lions would be pretty happy with that result.  And remember those Seagram's ads that used to appear with every major sporting event?  There were three games played that day; in addition to the Colts and Lions, the AFL game on NBC featured the Buffalo Bills and the San Diego Chargers, and ABC's college action was the traditional battle between Oklahoma and Nebraska.

It wasn't just television shows that advertised for Thansgiving - take a look at this ad for General Electric. I wonder how many families took advantage of the free heat 'n' serve baby dish for every baby born on November 28, 1963.  (Just think - that baby would be almost 50 today.)

Thanksgiving wasn't only a day, though - traditionally, it was one of the biggest television weeks of the season.  Check out the sidebar on the 1965 cover - from football to the Hallmark Hall of Fame, tributes to recently deceased Stan Laurel and Cole Porter, specials starring Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr., a White House tour with Mrs. LBJ, and a James Bond documentary.  And this was before VCRs.
 

 
And this is just scratching the surface - for example, in 1962 the Bell Telephone Hour had special guest Carl Sandburg, the American poet and Lincoln biographer.  It seems to me that there truly was a sense that Thanksgiving was a time for the family to get together, and with a little of something for everyone there was no better way for quality family time than to sit in front of the television. ◙

Opera Wednesday

On this Thanksgiving eve, what better to be thankful for than the magnificent career of the great Leontyne Price? From her farewell operatic performance, here is the ovation for "O patria mia", her final aria in the signature role of Aida. This is from the live Met Opera broadcast of January 3, 1985; the conductor is James Levine. ◙

Wish I'd Written That

Maybe it crept up on me but Christmas stuff is everywhere can't we at least wait until Thanksgiving is over"

- Kevin "Happy" Harvick. ◙

Retro TV Friday

Well, just because we're in Chicago doesn't mean we can't celebrate Retro TV Friday, right?

This week, if you're looking for gritty cop drama - the opening and closing credits to the 1961 series 87th Precinct, starring Robert Lansing, are for you. Don't know if the series itself was any good, but that music (written by Morton Stevens) means business, doesn't it?





The description from TV.com:

Police drama based on a series of detective novels by Ed McBain that featured Detective Steve Carella (played by Robert Lansing) who worked at the 87th Precinct in the fictional city of Isola, along with a line-up of typical police detectives, such as the rookie and the seasoned old-timer. His… More deaf-mute wife Teddy (played by Gena Rowlands) added a personal side to the stories. Ron Harper, Gregory Walcott, and future Three's Company star Norman Fell played other detectives who worked out of the 87th.


That it's based on McBain's 87th Precinct series is a good sign.  That it stars Lansing is another one.  Unfortunately, this series isn't available on commercial DVD - the only way you can get it is through an "unauthorized" (read: bootleg) distributor.  Now, I would never encourage anyone to buy a product in this manner, even if we're talking about something that isn't available commercially and thus wouldn't be infringing on royalties in the same way that one would if one were purchasing something that was, in fact, available commercially (albeit for a higher price). 
Nonetheless, YouTube is a wonderful thing, full of clips (and the occasional full episode) of old TV shows that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day.  It's a wonderful way to spend an hour or three or seven. ◙

Opera, opera everywhere!

Opera Weekend seemingly is on the blog this week, and I'm also attending an opera. I'll be in Greenville this weekend for another opera card, the Greenville Light Opera Works' adaptation of Gilbert and Sullivan's Trial by Jury, which they claim to update in a Palmetto State courtroom (my dance partners I've had in dance classes are attorneys!). There is a conflict of interest for me, as an alto in the operetta is in my inner circle (Brittnee was part of the 2007 Messiah singalong that I enjoyed. I'll be armed with my notepad and be prepared too for this fun operetta. The Upstate company's Der Schauspieldirektor was set in 2010 Wien (I attended a performance, and the Mississippi Squirrel was there). This time, it's The Brittnee who is in the event. The Interstate Batteries / Mobil 1 truck is ready, the Bosch spark plugs are firing on all cylinders, and the Goodyear tyres are in shape. (And yes, the next performance of GLOW will feature the Squirrel again! Look what she did to a 26-year old and the result!)

The performance of Trial by Jury, they noted, will feature an ensemble of Gilbert and Sullivan songs. With the intentional Dick Wolf look of the programme cover, I wonder how it's set. ◙

Opera Thursday

We'll be in Chicago this weekend to cover the Lyric Opera's productions of Britten's A Midsummer Night's Dream and Verdi's Un Ballo in Maschera. The reviews should be up after Thanksgiving, but in the meantime here's a preview of the great countertenor David Daniels in A Midsummer Night's Dream. ◙

Just Because We Can

From Cat Head Theatre, here's what Hamlet looks like when performed by cats: ◙

Weekend Digest

Here are some of the news highlights of the past weekend, starting with the Etihad Airways Grand Prix. What craziness there!

James Allen: Sebastian Vettel is World Champion after dominant win in Abu Dhabi.

And: How did Ferrari make that strategy mistake with Alonso?

BBC: Red Bull's Sebastian Vettel kept Formula One Title Belief.

On the News Front:

Carl Horowitz: American Aborigine Farmers Shake the Public Money Tree.

Wesley Pruden: Obama's grim pursuit of Muslim Romance..

Michelle Malkin: Carol Browner Must Resign.

Harriet Baber: Crystal Cathedral had its day: When religion is reduced to a collection of gimmicks, there is little to stop it falling victim to changing fashions (on Life Enhancement Centres):.
Ann Coulter: Repeal the 26th Amendment (Adults based on ObamaCare laws?):
Laura Ingraham: "Good Neighbour" China? Not so, says China's neighbours.

(And don't forget that Ford is letting Chinese automaker Geely develop their cars, and Obama cronies stole GM and gave a chunk of it to Shanghai Automotive as part of his "Blue Oval Kickback"; four Ford models in 2011 are built around one Geely sedan, while four others are built around two Mazda sedans, and Ford has just one in-house coupe and in-house truck.) ◙

Henryk Górecki, R.I.P.

I did not know of Henryk Górecki's work until I read Charles Colson and Nancy Pearsey's How Now Shall We Live? (Remember, this was the pre-Hill era in music for me.) In memory of the Polish composer, I found the original BreakPoint radio commentary by Mr. Colson on Mr. Górecki's Symphony No. 3. It made an appreciation of classical works even more appreciative considering the Iron Curtain did not like his association with another famous Pole, Karol Wojytla, of whom commissioned works that Mr. Górecki composed, and the Polish government stripped him of his positions in art because of his ties with the religious leader in an atheistic Comunist nation.

Here is an Appreciation from "The Bleep."  ◙

Opera Wednesday

This shouldn't be in the Opera category at first, but when you learn it is the Opera Company of Philadelphia involved, you'll see why it goes there.

Earlier in the year, my voice teacher referenced opera singers as shopkeepers singing from Verdi's Il Travatore.

Now this story has a sequel. There's a wonderful sacred masterpiece I've sung in singalongs, at and in a pair of guest choral gigs. Sometimes I wish there were more that would sing this instead of the dippy junk that is being sold by the major secular publishers. But last month, in the City of Brotherly Love, in a Macy's, 650 choirsters and the Opera Company of Philadelphia sang a masterpiece as part of the opera company's "Random Act of Culture" in a Macy's. Now this is music designed for Easter, but still #44 from HWV 56 is that what deservedly so. Let's enjoy the Opera Company of Philadelphia's big special production at the Macy's. As much fun as Verdi in the farmer's market. ◙

The new Governess of South Carolina

I went to school with our new Governess during a time from 1987-89, when she was a junior and I was a seventh grader. It was the time the family thought I needed to leave a parochial school where I was consistently hitting top grades and had an established rivalry on the spelling bee, math drill, and reading drills each day it seemed with two girls. It was becoming the Bobby vs Stephanie vs Amy show. Someone was going to battle for the win. One of the three would win each drill. That rivalry died with the family decided to transfer me out.

Somehow the family thought there would be better waters, and I was an unhappy kid. The results were true to what I had feared. The worldview taught in that school's classes were different (environmentalism in our math and science books – activism that shouldn't be there, and praising the Left in every civics class, teaching the virtues of government). On the social side, some kids decided to exploit me, punching, pushing, shoving me every time they could, throwing my glasses into urine, defacing books, attacking me at every bend, even fondling breasts and racial chants at every attack (which I couldn't strike back under fear of suspension; I promptly labeled the worst offender the “Ayatollah Khomeini”; the teacher, whose son later played in MLB, knew the name but the kids didn't even know who the real Ruhollah Khomeini, at the time a public enemy on the levels where Usama bin Laden is today). I feared for my life (there were kids who drew me being attacked by them and dying in their assaults) and couldn't study with that attitude the kids had since if I made on move I would face being pushed to the wall, breasts fondled, punched, or any form of attack. Grades dropped as I could not study under threat of their arrogance. Eventually the last straw was a bleach attack aimed at me.

Government school was called in, but it never helped either. To this day I wished I had finished in the same parochial school where academics were rigorous, and fundamentals were taught, not the fringe leftist feelings. But in schools that use government school curriculum (some college prep “private” schools do so too), they never teach that because of the self-esteem ideals of the Far Left. An ego-driven narcissm was taught and few understood it.

I just cannot believe how I was treated in school when the future Governess of South Carolina was in school with me. Sad, sad state of affairs. Now it's worse in our schools. We have liberal activists who are newly empowered laws they passed in the Pelosi-Reid-Obama era to punish anyone not in their clique. But that's for a later discussion. (Photograph of the Governess of South Carolina courtesy the victory party, is from my personal collection.) ◙

Opinion Digest

Your headlines on Monday: politics with an order of Formula 1 on the side.

Bill O'Reilly: Coasting to the Left (how the Left controls the coasts).

Allysia Finley: California: The Lindsay Lohan of States.

Michelle Malkin: Big Nanny Bloomberg's Latest Initiative: Government-Sponsored Fashion Jobs.

Adam Cooper: Nico Hulkenberg pole run left the paddock smiling.

James Allen: Vettel wins Grande Prêmio Petrobras do Brasil; Red Bull are Constructors' Champions.  ◙

Wish I'd Written That

We welcome her decision to run for House Minority Leader based on her proven ability to create jobs for Republican lawmakers.”

Spokesman Ken Spain of the National Republican Congressional Committee, on Nancy Pelosi's announcement that she'll seek to continue as House Democratic Leader.
(H/T Ramesh at NRO) ◙

Retro TV Friday

This is kind of cool - it's from back in the day when the Hallmark Hall of Fame actually showed something other than weepy chick-flicks. It's the complete telecast of Henrik Ibsen's disturbing 1879 play A Doll's House. This broadcast, from November 15, 1959, stars Christopher Plummer and Julie Harris.  It's a good example of televison of the late 50s - not great, perhaps, but a very good quality drama, and certainly indicative of the quality production that used to be, well, the hallmark of Hallmark.

The broadcast was 90 minutes, including commercials; this collection of 12 videos, sans ads, runs about 75 minutes.  Check it out when you've got a chance - it's likely far more worthwhile than the dreck on TV tonight. ◙

30 Years Ago

In this special Thursday edition of Retro TV Friday, we look at 30 years ago today, when Ronald Reagan was first elected president. This was a pretty controversial call by NBC at the time - not because they were calling it for Reagan, who would after all win by a landslide, but because they called it so early - 7:15 Central Time, 45 minutes before the polls would close in Minnesota (which went for Carter, natch), and nearly two hours before they would close on the West Coast. That, and Carter's concession not long after, were for many years a source of great annoyance to Democrats who claimed (probably with some justification) that the early call discouraged some Democrats from voting in local elections, costing them victory in close races. Well, tough nuggets, I say.

Note also that NBC, the first network to use the giant election map, is using blue for Republicans, red for Democrats. (Which, when you think about it, makes a lot more sense. Red always was for leftists, after all.)

John Chancellor does seem to have a hard time believing all this is happening, doesn't he?



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Opinion Digest

An election day look at the headlines:

Thomas Sowell: The multicultural dogma that we must accept every culture is inane.

Sowell again: How the cult of multiculturalism has failed miserably.
Dennis Prager: Why voting for the individual, not the party, is an idealistic daydream.

By the way, if you look at the Nixon commericial I excerpted on Friday, you'll notice one of the more memorable taglines (if somewhat grammatically incorrect) of recent political commercials.

It was, of course, an allusion to Nixon's 1960 loss to John Kennedy (this time, don't vote for the handsome face, the glib words, etc.), but it also emphasized the sense that the stakes were high - very high - in this election.

One could say the same thing this year.  There are those, and I have been one of them in the past, who would say that there is little difference between the parties: that they're flip sides of the same coin, that they'll stab you in the back once they get into office, that nothing really changes.  There's a lot of truth to that, which is why it's so important to be part of the process - to hold their feet to the fire, so to speak, to make sure that our leaders do what they say they'll do or we'll throw the bums out.

But the stakes are indeed very high this year.  It's one of the biggest off-year elections I can remember, certainly the biggest one in many years.  I think by the end of the evening the Democrats will find out that they badly misread the public mind from two years ago.  That election was not about giving the liberals a mandate; rather, it was about a charming snake-oil salesman who was able to fool most of the people for a little bit of time.  But that time is up, or at least halfway up, and tomorrow morning the battle for 2012 will begin in earnest.  It will now be up to the Republicans to make sure they do not commit the same mistakes as the Democrats.  Remember, this election is not about you, it's about a public fed up with the big government leftism of the other side.  If you don't deliver on your promises, the same fate awaits you.

But the best way to enjoy the fun tonight is to have a rooting interest in the outcome.  So get out there today and vote as if (grammatically correct) your whole world depended on it.
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