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08/24/19 11:28 PM #4281    


Philip Spiess

Jerry:  Is it "an elephant, a bunny rabbit, and a penguin"?  (I omit the "umbrella and scissors" -- I shut up the umbrella, and I cut out the scissors.)

The hidden meaning is that the origin of half of these words, such as "rumpus" and "williwaw" (used, I believe, by the Scottish poet Robert Burns), is unknown -- hence, their meaning is hidden.  (And, by the way, some of these words are not quite "synonyms.")

[Note:  "Kerfuffle" has been used so many times in this country since the imperious and controversial former director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, Thomas P. F. Hoving, first used it in an essay in the New York Times in the 1970s, that it can hardly be described as "chiefly British."]

Oh, and my note above about Robert Burns:  Does anyone know why Robert burns?  (Because they're always "toasting him" in Scotland.)  [And if you haven't read some of Robbie Burns' pornographic -- uh, "erotic" -- verse, you aren't in the same academic milieu (didn't we just have that word up above not too long ago? -- cf. Posts #4236 and #4238) that I am (or was).]

08/25/19 12:25 AM #4282    


Philip Spiess

But now, back for a moment to obscure and/or obsolete foods:

Referring back to the foodstuffs of my University of Cincinati Nursery School days, here are a few more foods that were served regularly:

Succotash:  Does anyone cook or eat this dish anymore (outside of the Deep South)?  I ate it as a child, but it was not my favorite (curiously, I can't stand anything made with fresh corn -- it tastes like sour milk to me; the one exception is fresh corn on the cob steamed in its husks in a true New England Clam Bake, namely, steamed for hours in seaweed -- but I love everything made with cornmeal -- like polenta, cornbread, spoon bread, etc. -- go figure).

Junket: I loved this Rennet-based dessert in Nursery School; can anyone even find it anymore?  (I can't, though my son was able to find rennet when he decided to make cheese curds to sustain his love of Canadian Poutine).

Prune Whip:  Yes, I have a recipe for it -- and, no, I've never made it (but I liked it as a child).

08/25/19 01:25 PM #4283    


Gail Weintraub (Stern)

My thanks to Larry Klein who informed me of the death a year ago today of our classmate Alonzo Saunders. His obituary, which appeared in today's Cincinnati Enquirer, has been posted on his In Memory page. May you rest in peace, dear Alonzo.

08/25/19 08:37 PM #4284    


Paul Simons

Thanks for the link to Alonzo Saunders' obituary Gail. Reading it is inspiring. About the timing - odd but better late than early.

08/25/19 10:51 PM #4285    


Philip Spiess

What an impressive life story Alonzo has!  I will honor him and his many interests by "having two fingers of fine Bourbon neat, listen to some great [early] jazz, and [of course] get into a good book."

08/26/19 10:45 AM #4286    


Laura Reid (Pease)

Impressive, for sure, as Phil says of Alonzo’s obit.  What a fascinating life.  I remember him fondly as being quiet, but kind and friendly.  What a loss, but I am continually impressed by our intelligent and interesting classmates.

08/26/19 04:55 PM #4287    


Ira Goldberg

Gail, it’s a hard thing to be point person for sharing sadness with us. Thank you for being here and doing so with such grace. Be well, my friend. 

09/09/19 08:48 AM #4288    


Jerry Ochs

What were you doing when you found out about the attacks on September 11, 2001?   I saw it on the nightly news because Japan is 13 hours ahead of NYC.

09/10/19 08:37 AM #4289    


Paul Simons

It was around 7:00 AM or close to that in Bristol PA. I was getting ready for work. We had the TV on and saw the second plane hit. I thought I knew right then who it was, in general terms, and I was right. And they haven’t changed a bit. This world runs on oil and money. Evidently you can be awash in both and still need to commit atrocities.

I think everyone here at one point or another put themselves in the shoes of those trapped in the buildings as they imploded and collapsed, in the planes as they crashed and exploded, on the ledges 100 floors up with the choice between death in a raging inferno or death when hitting the sidewalk far below.

09/10/19 12:05 PM #4290    


Larry Klein

9/11 (2001) - a day one can never forget. I was on a consulting gig helping to streamline and run a small assembly line in the old Swallens bldg on Red Bank Rd.  One of the ladies on the line had her headset on and heard an announcement.  We grabbed a small TV from the breakroom and set it up where everyone could see it from the lines.  The usual constant chatter came screeching to a halt as everyone watched and tried to work.  Seeing the first tower implode in front of us was hard to watch, and then the second one came down.  We left the TV on all day. It was a long day.

09/10/19 02:27 PM #4291    


David Buchholz

Breakfast in California.  My daughter was living and working in London so she called and said, "Turn on your TV."  It was a workday that didn't happen.  It was only later that day that I realized that my cousin Mary Jane Booth, the secretary to the president of American Airlines, was on the plane that went into the Pentagon.  We have been to NY twice since then to see the 9/11 memorial, an extraordinary and moving monument to the victims.  Like the Vietnam memorial, the names of the fallen are inscribed in the walls surrounding the fountains that occupy the towers' footprints.  Inside there is a room with stories and photographs about those who died sent in by family members.  You can see the stories and photos on a big screen in a theater.  There are boxes of Kleenex everywhere.  I took this image of the twin towers years earlier.

09/10/19 02:58 PM #4292    


Nancy Messer

I was at the dentist getting my teeth cleaned.  I was hearing second-hand what was going on and it wasn't very clear what happened.  This was the first day of my vacation.  When I got home I immediately turned on the television to see what was happening.  I spent the entire week in front of the television totally amazed that such a thing could occur.

09/11/19 01:51 AM #4293    


Philip Spiess

As I recall, my son, who was ten, was home sick that morning, and so my wife, Kathy, had stayed home from her work in downtown Washington (I was the at-home parent at the time).  Thus all three of us, my wife, my son, and I happened to be home when we would ordinarily have been in either downtown Washington, D. C., or close to it.  My wife and I were intermittently watching "Good Morning, America," and suddenly I said to my wife, "There's something wrong with this picture they're showing; that plane isn't going in the right direction!"  And, as we now know, it was not; for whatever reason the TV cameras were on that plane at that time; it sliced through the first tower, and we knew something dreadful was happening.  Then came the second plane -- and we could almost guess what was about to happen -- though we were not sure why.  I called my folks in Cincinnati (they were both still alive at that time) and said, "Turn on the news -- we're under attack!"  Then here in Washington the cameras suddenly had pictures, taken from an angle in Lafayette Square to the north of the White House, showing black smoke rising from beyond the Old Executive Office Building.  "My god," I said to my wife, "I think they've hit the Corcoran Gallery of Art!"  Of course, it was the Pentagon that had been hit.  Still watching the television in unbelief as to what was happening, we suddenly got a call from our next-door neighbor, a Korean lady who worked for the World Bank; she was hysterical.  She had been going in to work past the Pentagon when it had been hit.  I gave her instructions on how to get back home to our neighborhood by routes that I knew would not be closed down by emergency vehicles.  And so we watched the TV, as I'm sure the rest of you did, all day.

Macy's Department Store, which, of course, does the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City, had already produced its annual Macy's Snow Globe for the year, showing New York City with the "Twin Towers" prominent and the parade marching around the globe; my wife's aunt procured one for us, and we get it out annually and play it.  Also, the "Museum of Jewish Heritage -- A Living Memorial to the Holocaust" on the Battery in New York was the one museum worst hit by the debris and poisonous fallout of the collapse of the "Twin Towers"; in our graduate Museum Studies program at The George Washington University (where I was a professor at the time), we had a seminar session on what it took for that museum to deal with the aftermath of the fallout.   

09/11/19 07:47 AM #4294    


Chuck Cole

I was scheduled to attend a conference in Oxford, UK beginning on 9/12, and had spent 9/11 and the few days before hiking in the Cotswolds with a friend.  We arrived at our small hotel about 4pm to check in and the man who met us at the front door asked us if we knew what had happened.  We quickly found out and spent the rest of the evening watching the TV with those at the hotel (in the bar) who quickly became our support team.  I went off to the conference the next day and discovered that about half of those coming from North America would not be able to get to the UK to attend the conference.  We decided as a group to have the conference anyway since no one from far could travel home anyway.  It was a very surreal week.  My host at the conference arranged for some of us from the US to move into the apartment within the College hosting the conference so that we would have a telephone and TV (no computers or cell phones yet).  

He even arranged for some of us to gain access to one of the other Colleges at Oxford where there was a TV that could receive CNN (gaining access to the TV room of another college is almost unheard of at Oxford).  What a strange week it was.  My flight home was scheduled for the first day that planes flew again.  The security at Heathrow was unbelievable.  I was asked probably five times many details about where I had been and what I had been doing.  Many armed guards all over the place (rare in the UK).  When no planes were flying, I wondered if perhaps war would break out and we wouldn't be able to travel for weeks or more.  

09/11/19 10:41 AM #4295    


Ira Goldberg

I was called out of a meeting by Gwynne on the phone. A TV reporter suggested a small plane had hit the first tower. Moments later, the harsh truth became clear. “Our country is under attack,” were words my wife spoke in a way I’ll never forget. I went home to be together and begin the traumatic days and years ahead. Suddenly, I looked at people differently. We were united in sorrow. But, nothing like that which victims’ families endured. 

09/11/19 12:43 PM #4296    

William (Bill) Waxman

Indelible memories of 9/11 in our household as we were getting ready for work while watching the morning news. Our son was working at Goldman Sachs in lower Manhattan at the time. Soon after the first plane hit the WTC, he called our home. He was able to complete one sentence describing that he heard a loud boom that shook his building violently, and out of his office windows was seeing a dark sky as if it were night littered with an incredible amount of paper and debris. At that moment he had no idea that a plane had struck one of the towers. We told him that. In the middle of his next sentence as the second plane hit the WTC our phone call was interrupted. Obviously we were fearful for his well-being. Many hours later when he was able to reach us, he reported that his building was placed into a complete lock-down with a heavily armed security force accompanied by bomb sniffing dogs checking every inch of his office for bombs. After several hours he was permitted to leave the building. He was part of a migration of thousands of other New Yorkers who were leaving lower Manhattan on foot. In his case he walked from Broad St. to his apartment on East 47th St., a pretty fair distance, using his shirt as a mask. He related how difficult it was to breath for a good part of his trek. If I remember correctly, he knew some people at Cantor Fitzgerald who were killed on that terrible day. 

09/11/19 08:33 PM #4297    


Dale Gieringer

  We first heard the news in Oakland on the car radio taking my daughter to school. My immediate reaction was, "This is an act of war," and  fearing all that would entail (I also remember speculating that it must be the same Islamic terrorists who had bombed the World Trade Center previously).   Later that morning, I had an appointment to drive into San Francisco for an on-the-street interview with an Ecudorian news station about medical marijuana. The bridge traffic  was unusually light on the way in; when I drove back around 11am, more cars were leaving the city than entering.  Meanwhile, my wife was stranded at a conference in Pittsburgh  waiting for them to resurrect the air safety system.    I took the afternoon off to  hike in the hills in Tilden Park, to my favorite panoramic ridgetop vista of  SF Bay.   Suddenly it occurred to me that the whole Bay Areea was preternaturally calm.  All of the air traffic was grounded, therefore no background air noise.    Amazing how much deeper the silence with the background hum of civilization removed.   How relaxing and peaceful that bright autumn California afternoon - and how utterly removed from the chaos on the East Coast, where my sister was living just a few blocks from the Towers and saw the second plane crash.  Placid though the day of 9.11 was in California, the shock   the whole state burst out in a heartelt display of patriotic solidarity  in following days.  Never have I seen so many American flags flying in Berkeley or the Bay Area - flags on fenders, banners, shop windows,  fire trucks,  utility poles, everywhere.    It took months for the shock wave to die down, but the country never recovered.   The week before 9/11, my family had returned from our last international trip unencumbered by baggage and security checks, an Alaskan Cruise to Canada,.   Today, I celebrated the anniversary of 9/11 on a flight from DC to SFO by submitting for the umpteenth time to the indignity of removing my shoes, belt, wallet, toiletries;   being paraded through two different scanners, and then patted down from crotch to shoulders and tested for explosives - all after having once again been wrongfully denied my TSA Prechk status for some mysterious reason.  

09/12/19 09:46 AM #4298    


Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

My immediate family and I live in Israel, and I find Israeli news pretty boring most of the time, so my TV was off most of the time. We are 6 hours later than New York, so I was home from work. My middle child is an options trader, so he is closely attuned to what's going on in the world, unlike his ostrich-like mother. On 9/11, Micha called me on the phone, very excited, and told me to turn on my TV NOW! We both watched as the news showed the plane hitting the first Tower, but I was brought to my feet, heart pounding, as I watched, together with Micha, the second Tower being hit real-time.

I believe that Micha, in TelAviv Israel, did business with people at several firms that were obliterated in New York NY. It may be trite, but it is a much smaller world than it was when we were young.

09/13/19 01:33 AM #4299    


Philip Spiess

OMG!  As many of you may recall, I posted (# 3782) a Cincinnati historical vignette about the infamous Cincinnati bootlegger, George Remus, on December 30, 2018, on this Forum, describing his home and hideout in Western Hills, and the murder of his wife in Eden Park.  Imagine my surprise when I walked into Barnes & Noble bookstore today and was taken aback by discovering  -- not one, but two! -- books published in 2019 on the life and history of George Remus!  (I can only assume that it is because 2019 is the 100th anniversay of the beginning of Prohibition, yes?)  For your information, the books are these:  (1) The Ghosts of Eden Park:  The Bootleg King, the Women Who Pursued Him, and the Murder That Shocked Jazz-Age America, by Karen Abbott (New York:  Crown, 2019) -- it was that cover statement of "Eden Park" that caught my attention, and I knew immediately what the book had to be about; and (2) The Bourbon King:  The Life and Crimes of George Remus, Prohibition's Evil Genius, by Bob Batchelor (New YorK:  Diversion Books, 2019).  The second book has more photographs, but the first book is more based on the legal record of actual court testimony (including the participation in the court proceedings of Charlie Taft).  Just passing on to you the best of Cincinnati's history.  

Speaking of which, do you know about the Findlay Market Cookbook:  Recipes & Stories from Cincinnati, Ohio's Historic Public Market, by Bryn Mooth (Ithaca, N. Y.:  Farm Fresh Books, 2014)?  Yeah, it's available, too.

09/16/19 12:50 AM #4300    


Philip Spiess

To Mr. Thomas Lounds, Jr.:

In your Post # 3832, you mention your uncle "Cat-tail" blocking (I think) police on a Newport (Ky.) bridge (I assume this is the Central Bridge, which crosses the Ohio River from Newport to Cincinnati), in order to prevent them from stopping the transport of illicit alcohol form Kentucky to Cincinnati.  How apropos!  The opening scene in chapter 3, "Birth of a Bootlegger," in Bob Batchelor's book about George Remus, The Bourbon King (mentioned just above), opens with just such a scene, apparently on the Cincinnati Suspension Bridge.  It makes you wonder how many such scenes took place during the years of Prohibition!  (The book also explains that Remus's "Death Valley Farm" in the Western Hills off of Queen City Avenue was so-named because of the shoot-outs with rival gangs trying to rob the Remus operation of valuable pure Kentucky Bourbon stock, that the Farm supplied high-class liquor to Clifton and Indian Hill, and that numerous local officials, from low to high, were in on the "take," i.e., bribe -- either receiving money or bottles of really good Prohibition liquor.  Remus was famous for the purity and high quality of his product, one straight from the formerly legal manufacturers in Kentucky.) 

09/17/19 08:20 AM #4301    


Jerry Ochs

09/18/19 01:18 AM #4302    


Philip Spiess

Oh, god! I loved Peter Sellers!  Beginning with The Mouse That Roared (1959), where I was taken with his playing three roles (including the Grand Duchess of Fenwick, a take-off on Queen Victoria, one of my idols), and the fact that the movie itself broke so many Hollywood traditions (including the symbol of Columbia Pictures fleeing her perch at the beginning of the film, and the setting off of the atomic bomb), and right on through all of the real "Pink Panther" films (I nearly died on my honeymoon, laughing so hard at the "Thar she blows!" scene in The Revenge of the Pink Panther, 1978, that I fell into the aisle of the theater), to his final film, Being There (1979), where Sellers transcended all of his previous roles.  It was during our viewing of this film that the vision of the Biltmore estate in Asheville, North Carolina (being the central scene of much of the movie), came into view, when a father and son in front of us in the theater (apparently "rubes," given their accents), spoke up:  "Why, I don't know that place a'tall!  Is it anywhere here around Washington?"  (This was what the movie led you to believe.)  "I can't think it is -- but I guess it must be!"  We were tempted to tell them what it was, and where it was, but somehow it fit in better with the film to just let them roll on in their privileged ignorance.

09/18/19 08:58 AM #4303    


Paul Simons

Another Peter Sellers favorite scene, with the added bonus of John Cleese:

09/18/19 09:00 AM #4304    


Paul Simons

Another favorite Peter Sellers scene. This one is strangely very relevant right now!!

09/18/19 12:39 PM #4305    


Stephen Dixon


Have you seen the Peter Sellers film The Bobo?

I don't think it got wide circulation, and it is not one that gets much mention. nevertheless, it is hilarious.

"In my village, a man could get a hernia lifting fifty pesetas of cheese!"

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