Saturday, December 18, 2010

GROWING UP IN SOONER LAND - RECOLLECTIONS









Norman Oklahoma is just a little south of the center of Sooner Land, and also one state south and a little east of the geographic center of the U.S. (Lebanon, Kansas). Norman is at the western edge of the Bible belt, just below the western edge of "the Midwest" and at the upper west edge of "the South".






Sooners is the name given to settlers in the Midwest of the United States who entered the Unassigned Lands in what is now the state of Oklahoma before President Grover Cleveland officially proclaimed them open to settlement on March 2, 1889 with the Indian Appropriations Act of 1889. The name derived from the "sooner clause" of the Act, which stated that anyone who entered and occupied the land prior to the opening time would be denied the right to claim land.


Sooners were often deputy marshals, land surveyors, railroad employees, and others who were able to legally enter the territory early. Some Sooners crossed into the territory illegally at night, and were originally called "moonshiners" because they entered "by the light of the moon." These Sooners would hide in ditches at night and suddenly appear to stake their claim after the land run started, hours ahead of legal settlers. For anyone who doesn't follow college football, Sooners is also the name of the University of Oklahoma football team.

When we moved to Norman late in the summer of 1951, the population was around 28,000. Today the population has grown to 115,000. The city is named for Abner Norman, who headed a federal work crew surveying the empty lands along the Arbuckle Trail (a feeder route to the Chisholm trail along which cattle were driven from Texas to Kansas).



As a child growing up in Norman I learned many things about the town and the area. Coming from Kansas and Ohio where the soil is black, the red soil of Oklahoma was a new experience, and I think also a new experience for our mom doing laundry. Oklahoma soil is red because it contains iron minerals such as hematite and ferrihydrite which oxidize or rust creating the distinctive color.




Dust from Oklahoma during the 30s was blown as far north as Canada and as far East as the Atlantic Ocean. Although Oklahoma is often associated with the Dust Bowl, it actually only affected the Oklahoma Panhandle. Drought in the years 1934-37 occurred on grasslands that had been plowed and planted with wheat to meet the demands of World War I. With no grass root system to hold the soil in place, it simply blew away. My most prominent memory of the red dirt was in fourth grade when I attended a new Madison elementary school. On windy days we would come in from recess and have to take wet paper towels and clean the red dust off our desks before we could use them. I can also remember driving with my family when the red dust was blowing so severely in places along the highway that it was almost impossible to see.





Another thing in Norman that was red (besidesthe colors of O.U., which are actually crimson and cream) was the color of rose rocks. I can't remember where we found these but I am pretty sure I still have one in one of my boxes of childhood rocks.




Rocks resembling full-grown roses were formed by barite rock crystals during the Permian Age and are found in a few rare places around the globe. In Oklahoma, the distinctive red soil colors them in hues ranging from reddish brown to cinnamon. According to an old Cherokee legend, the rocks represent the blood of the braves and the tears of the maidens who made the devastating "Trail of Tears" journey to Oklahoma in the 1800s. Rose rocks are aggregates of barite (barium sulfate) crystals and sand whose iron content gives them a reddish hue. The barite crystals form a circular array of flat plates, giving the rock a shape similar to a rose blossom. Rose rocks appear either as a single rose-like bloom or as clusters of blooms, with sizes ranging from pea sized to four inches (20 cm) in diameter. The rose rock was selected as the official state rock of Oklahoma in 1968.



For a growing child, Norman had lots of advantages (ranked no.6 on CNN Money's Best Places to Live in 2008). There was plenty of empty land just across the street from the edge of any of the housing areas and plenty of places to ride bikes and dig forts in the trees and johnson grass. As a boy scout, we only had to drive a few minutes outside town to get to places to camp and hike.



We lived in a new area close to the University of Oklahoma where there were tons of young kids to play with.


Even though the wind blows a lot in Oklahoma and it gets freezing cold in the winter and hot enough to fry eggs on the sidewalk in the summer, there were lots of beautiful days to play and ride to the university or to friends houses. It was considered safe at the time for kids to ride several miles from home. We only had to let our parents know where we were going and when we would be back. And of course, there was always something going on at the university, especially football.

Norman was also centrally located and just south of the state capitol, Oklahoma City. We went to the capitol city many times through the years for shopping excursions, scout expositions, band competitions, tennis matches, state championship football games and numerous other reasons. The central location also made it easy to take family trips to many of scenic state parks of Oklahoma.


Travelling though the state made it obvious that there is much Indian heritage in Oklahoma. The "Trail of Tears" ended in Oklahoma. The Five Civilized Tribes were the five Native American nations: the Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek, and Seminole who lived in the Southeastern United States before the government forced their relocation under Indian Removal to other parts of the country, especially the future state of Oklahoma. The tribes were relocated from their homes east of the Mississippi River over several decades during the series of removals, authorized by federal legislation.




They moved to what was then called Indian Territory, now the eastern portion of the state of Oklahoma. The most infamous removal was the Cherokee Trail of Tears of 1838, when President Martin Van Buren enforced the highly contentious Treaty of New Echota with the Cherokee Nation to exchange their property for land out west. Once the tribes had been relocated to Indian Territory, the United States government promised that their lands would be free of white settlement. Some settlers violated that with impunity even before 1893, when the government opened the "Cherokee Strip" to outside settlement in the Oklahoma Land Run. In 1907, the Oklahoma Territory and the Indian Territory were merged to form the state of Oklahoma. All Five Civilized Tribes continue to have a major presence in Oklahoma today.

When we moved to Norman, we had never experienced a tornado. While we were there we had the privilege of living through several, but none ever caused any damage to anything close to us. When the weather warnings would suggest a tornado coming, we would quickly gather a few essentials and head for the basement of the Education building at the university. I remember three stories about tornadoes.


When we started attending the University laboratory school on the "north campus" (former naval base), we saw that there were quite a few foundations where buildings had been. These naval base buildings had actually been leveled by a previous tornado.




The second story occurred on one of my grandmother Edward's visits. We heard that a tornado was coming and scurried to go to the university, but were delayed while my grandmother had to put of her new girdle. She couldn't be seen in public without it.

The final story was when I was in high school. We had been in Oklahoma City playing a tennis match and returned to the high school just as it was starting to rain and the tornado sirens were sounding. So we just stayed at school and played basketball till it had past. Oops, forgot to call the parents and tell them where we were. Of course they were happy just to know we were OK, and as always anger is preceded by fear and once the fear was over the anger didn't last long.

My father's association with the college of education at the university gave me a life-long respect for teachers. It turns out that he a faculty member in the early 50s when the college played a supporting role in one of the U.S. Supreme Court's most important rulings.



In 1950, the Supreme Court ruled that George McLaurin, an African-American retired educator, had the right to pursue a graduate degree at the College alongside white students. McLaurin had been admitted to the College but had to attend separately from white students, as required by Oklahoma's "equal-but-separate" law, which he successfully challenged.


McLaurin’s case was the climax of the NAACP’S campaign between 1930 and 1950 to overturn the separate-but-equal doctrine in graduate and professional schools. This laid the groundwork for the landmark 1954 decision, Brown v. the Board of Education, which ended school segregation. My father was faculty advisor to multiple graduate student during his time at OU and I remember that a number of them were African-American.


Norman was hard to leave, especially between sophomore and junior year in high school. My mom says in her autobiography that I cried most of the way as we drove to New Mexico.

But as always is true, the turns in the road lead to new adventures and to new times of life that continue to add to our history and our knowledge of the world and our self.










Saturday, October 23, 2010

IT ONLY TAKES A SECOND

On the rainy morning of October 6, 2010 I was up early to walk around 5a.m. and saw that my daughter, Vanessa, had left a message. I called her back and don't even remember what the original conversaton was about. I got on my rain gear and went out to walk in the rain (which I really enjoy). At approximately 5:15 I got another call from Vanessa. She said, "Daddy, I've been in a bad car accident. I'm okay, but I think my hand is broken and they are taking me in an ambulance."






















That was the scariest call I have ever gotten from one of my children and could have been the worst call of my life if anyone but my daughter herself had been making the call. I finished my walk and got showered and went on to the office in Talega, where I started looking for flights to Morgantown for my wife, Vera. About 8am I got a call from Vanessa's department chairman telling me that she had rolled her Tahoe on the wet interstate highway 4 times and landed right-side-up with only a broken hand and severe abrasions of the back of her hand and badly shaken. As the morning went on I received more information.


















Vanessa had been driving on a rainy road on the way to work. As she neared her exit and was about ready to go over the last little hill before the exit to WVU, she heard her phone ring and reached to answer it. By the time she looked back up she had cleared the top of the hill to see that all the traffic was stopped dead in the exiting right lane. She swerved to the left to miss the backed up cars and then was heading for the median (which in WVA is a deep ditch) and then cut her wheel back to the right to try to stay out of the ditch. The sudden turn caused the Tahoe to roll down the freeway on the driver's side first and then over 3 more times landing on all four wheels.

















To survive that accident took an act of God, a lot of Irish luck and the roll bar which Tahoes have above and behind the front seats. Seeing the photo of her car in the towing garage and then seeing her car in person days later was a life changing experience. Most of the windows had been blown out, the front windshield shattered and the passenger side severely crunched down (lucky no passenger). Her door was wedged into the jam and hand to be removed with Jaws of Life before they could get her out.



I was so shocked by the event that it took about 4 hours before I really began to consider that her call at 5am could have been the last call I ever received from her, and later that evening when I was looking for a photo of her to send to friends with the pictures from the day, I realized that I could have been looking for photos of her to do her memorial service.



She is now doing much better and the hand is healing slowly but nicely. We found another Tahoe to put her back in the same kind of car that saved her life. We are now all driving very carefully and cautiously and have all pledged that ""driving" will be the only thing we do when
driving.




It only takes a second to lose one's life. No phone call is that important!!!!!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

RINGING IN MY EARS


RINGING IN MY EARS

About three years ago, I began to have a constant ringing in my ears. My best description of it would be that it sounds like a quiet version of what it sounded like when the male locusts sang every 17 years in Kansas. Realizing that it only happens every 17 years, I probably only got to hear it one of the summers that I vacationed at Grandmother Edwards house in Hamilton. It seems to me that it was around the time I was 10.

I found two YouTubes which demonstrate the sound. The first gives the life cycle of the cicada (which is interesting to a former bug collector): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjLiWy2nT7U&feature=fvwThe second show a demonstration of the sound when squeezing a cicada: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy12sppepRQ&feature=related
One more YouTube has all you will ever want to know about cicadas: http://insects.ummz.lsa.umich.edu/fauna/michigan_cicadas/periodical/Index.html

The ringing in my ears caused me to think about what might have caused it. One possible reason for the ringing was lying on my back in my room as a teen listening to "In My Room" by the Beach Boys with my head between my stereo speakers as a way of not having to listen to my parents restrictions for my life at the time. A second likely etiology would be listening to protesting children while holding their heads against their mothers to examine ears and doing this over and over for more than 35 years.

It is the first reason that led me to write about the effect of music on my life and of course, since music was an early influence, it was a perfectly natural way to mood alter as a teen.

I don't know exactly when my father started playing piano or clarinet, but his college degree was a Bachelor of Science in music. My mother was singing early in her life and winning little cup trophies for her vocal achievements. To my recollection, her undergraduate degree was in teaching but with a strong emphasis in music. My father became the band director in Macksville, Kansas as his first job and subsequenly was band director in Garnett after my birth and his stint in the Navy during WW II.

So without hard evidence, I know my parents sang a lot and I know they sang to and with me. We sang a lot as we drove back and forth from Oklahoma to visit my grandmother in Kansas and we learned old classics like "Goodnight Irene" and "Over the River and Through the Woods".

When my father decided to leave high school band directing and go to The Ohio State University, I was then exposed to The Best Damn Band in the Land,




and my brother and I would march through our tiny apartment on Defiance Drive in Buckeye Village graduate housing singing "Buckeye Battle Cry" (http://www.osu.edu/download/battle_cry.mp3) and "Fight the Team"(music on the end of the next mp3) and of course it wasn't long until we knew all the words to Carmen Ohio (http://www.osu.edu/download/carmen.mp3). And finally, "Le
Regiment" leading to the dotting of Script Ohio (http://fightmusic.com/mp3/big10/Ohio_State_
_Le_Regiment_de_Sambre_et_Meuse_(short).mp3). Talk about mood altering with music - all four songs still make the hair stand up on my arms! We also learned about Michigan music and double time marching (OSU & Michigan) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtUQ1tU4BRA&feature=related) as well as learning most of the other Big Ten fight songs and of course Anchors Away.

So by the time we moved to Norman, Oklahoma I was highly versed in college fight songs and continue to love them to this day. In Norman we quickly became huge fans of "Boomer Sooner"
(http://fightmusic.com/mp3/big12/Oklahoma__Boomer_Sooner__short.mp3) and "OK Oklahoma" (http://fightmusic.com/mp3/big12/Oklahoma__OK_Oklahoma.mp3) and learned to dislike have the "Eyes of Texas" anywhere upon us

I began piano lessons probably about the fourth grade, but all I can remember is watching "My Little Margie" on television while waiting for my lesson to start. In the summer before 5th grade, I began taking trombone lessons from William Robinson, who was the band director at Norman High School and a brass teacher. I guess I had some inborn talent because I was soon sitting in with the Norman Junior High Band.




I remember when I got to junior high that I was first chair ahead of Jim Harris, a really nice guy, who hooked me up with my first date ever (the sister of his girl friend). In junior high I started playing solos in the district and state music festivals and on my first solo received a 1++ for my effort. What I can remember about trombone solos most was getting up two hours early so the diarrhea from the anxiety of being judged could resolve before I had to play (first child thing!). I was lucky because I could play most music by ear and had what is called "perfect pitch" so I didn't have to practice as much as some people to get it right. One week in my sophomore year in high school, my lack of practice caused me great humiliation as I lost my "first chair" because I had not prepared. I think I learned a good lesson at that point. I continued to play trombone through 10th grade in Norman and in the band at Portales (New Mexico) high school in 11th and 12th grade. In New Mexico, my girl friend was in the band so that worked,



but in college that was not the case and in my sophomore year, I told the director that I would love to play in the concert band but I wanted to take a date to the football games. So no more band and ironically I wound up dating a cheerleader and still went to games by myself.

All that band experience left me with a love for symphonies, college fight songs, symphonic marches, The Black Watch, The Eastman Wind Ensemble, musicals like Oklahoma and South Pacific. And as I spoke of in Double Digit Birthdays, I have continued to acquire new musical tastes including bluegrass, country music, Michael McDonald, The Doobies, Chicago, The Eagles, Carpenters, steel drum music, om music, new age music, synthesizer music, Bocelli, Pavarotti, David Foster, Peter Cetera, The Canadian Tenors and endless other varieties of music like "Jock Jams", mariachi music as in "Canciones de mi Padre "(Linda Ronstadt). I can't say that I have ever learned to like metal music or much rap music and a lot of what kids listen today sound like noise to me. I love the fact that today's young adults still like the music of the 60's and 70's that they grew up listening to us listen to. And of course I love Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey and Benny Goodman and the jazz that my dad listened to.

Being an auditory person, music will always be a source of mood alteration whenever needed and I use it ever day as I walk all those days of my 67th year and the days of the rest of my rawer, greener longer life.


Saturday, September 18, 2010

MOSTLY RAW & VEGETARIAN

It's hard to decide if this information should be blogged on my life story or on what I have learned that wasn't in the book. So at the suggestion of one of my Facebook friends, I have decided to create a third blog which will be about my journey and self-education in the nutrition and creation of raw food meals. Fortunately I have decided to go on this journey at a time when Google and Youtube can find a recipe and nutritional information for almost any type of cooked food that one may enjoy. And there are also numerous newsletters and websites and blogs packed with helpful information. My new blog, Toward a Rawer Greener Longer Life, will contain information that I find exploring the net as I proceed down this path. Here goes!!

Monday, September 6, 2010

STITCHES




At the request of one of my patients (who just got four stitches in his eyebrow) and his mother, I will try to document my frequent claim that I have had 100 stitches in my life.


My first stitches that I know of "historically" occurred in my Grandmother Edward's front yard at about the age of 3. I was reportedly playing train and arranged a couple of folding wooden lawn chairs in a row and somehow managed to catch the end of my left middle finger in one of the chairs as it collapsed. Looking at the scar and the lack of importance of plastic surgery in the late 40s, I probably got 2 stitches on my first go.















My next adventure was running in my cousin, Charlene's, cowgirl boots (which were too large for me) in their home in Lansing, Kansas (where my uncle was the assistant warden at the state penitentiary) and slamming into the corner of a wall and knocking my mid-forehead open. As the story goes, it knocked me out and they sewed my back together while I was out. (I'm not sure that I really would have been out that long, but that' the story.) I would estimate that I probably got 4 stitches, since it was on my face.


I had my tonsils removed in Columbus, Ohio at approximately 4 years, presumable 4 stitches total since it was in the days long before electro-cautery.



I returned a year later to Columbus Children's Hospital to have my left inguinal hernia repaired and that would have probably needed at least 6 stitches outside and probably 6 more inside because there was no laparoscopic surgery then and I have a long scar.













Somewhere around 10 or 11 I was taken to the hospital by my pediatrician (who made a house call because my father was out of town and my mother was in bed with the chicken pox) to have my appendix out. Again it is a rather large scar so I would estimate 8 stitches outside and probably 12 inside.


During my senior year highschool in Portales, New Mexico, my brother and I were cruising one sunny day in my '53 Chevy 4-door and saw a cool "chopped" Mercury go by and we took off in pursuit to get a closer look. In Portales and lots of New Mexico towns, the streets are made of a combination of gravel and oil, and in intersections there is often an accumulation of loose gravel.
When we caught up with the Mercury, I started to pass them to get a good look. The mistake I made was that I was passing in an intersection (still a no no) and as I started to pass, the Mercury started to turn left. I swerved to avoid collision and slid in the gravel into a 3 foot concrete retaining wall.



The impact threw my head into the "horn ring" and I cut my chin and rebroke my nose (which had just been repaired the previous year. (My parents were initially worried about my bloody face, but later not too happy about having to have surgery again) From this wound I claim 6 more stitches. And remembering that I had two nasal surgeries, there were probably 30 more stitches involved with them.







My next injury was as a medical student at the Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago. I was helping my wife in her tissue culture lab and trying to get a pestle-like device out of a test tube (mortar) in which she was crushing some kind of tissue and I ran the pestle into my left hand (I guess right-handed people injure left hands more!) and had to go to the emergency floor and get 4 more stitches.


I have another scar on the base of my left palm but cannot remember when in childhood or why, but probably another 3 stitches there. This brings the total to 87 which is closer to 100 than I thought it would be when I actually started counting.




I also have two other wounds, one on my knee and one on the back of my "left" hand where Crisco actually did a better job than sutures could have but I could easily have had 13 more stitches for these two wounds and then my claim would actually be correct which we first children like to be!!

LIFE IS SPINNING A LITTLE FAST



It seems like a year ago blogging was easier - there was more time!


Then came the Swine Panic of 09, then came Vitamin D and then losing a pound per year of age and Raw Food. All these projects have consumed immense amounts of time, but they have added immense amounts of information that I hope with good nutrition will remain retrievable for the last third of my life (that would take me to 99). I recently realized that if I am to see my grandchildren get married (considering the fact that successful young people these days don't seem to reproduce till mid 30s), I have to last that long. So that is my intention!





I am not spending as much time on the influenza these days, but the CDC has just recommended that everyone from 6 months to the grave get a flu shot. And they are recommending that all people over 65 hurry and get it even earlier this year (even though they have good evidence that it really doesn't change the number of older people who get the flu!). So the propaganda continues and can you imagine how much money the vaccine companies will make giving every person in the U.S. over 6 months old a flu shot?








Vitamin D continues to be important news and the number of physicians who are measuring levels in their patients continues to grow.





The important level to attain is somewhere close to 60 to be preventative against "late-onset" illnesses such as cancer, diabetes, arthritis, heart disease, multiple sclerosis, etc.














The ability to reach a protective level is related to where you live, how much time you spend outside between 10a.m. and 2p.m. without sunscreen (blocks Vitamin D) and the amount of pigment in your skin by genetic origin.














Even in sunny California, 1/3 of my five year-olds have had insufficient vitamin D levels!

Vitamin D testing is now available on the internet to anyone who wishes to know their level. The Vitamin D Council has made an arrangement with ZRT labs to provide testing for as little as $55 per test (group of 4 price).

We can get Vitamin D by sun exposure (without sunscreen) or by supplementation. The amount of Vitamin D in adult and prenatal vitamins is only 400iu, which is enough for a new baby. As Dr. Reinhold Vieth from Toronto says, "Do the math!" And the amount of Vitamin D in our food is very insignificant.






















Regarding Raw, I have achieved half my goal of losing a pound per age and am finding that I feel much better, I am discarding clothes by the week and I am delaying getting my new Droid phone until I reach 210 lbs which will be 40 lbs off and almost 2/3 of the way! If anyone would like raw food information, I have tons.



Sunday, May 23, 2010

DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT YEAR IT IS?





In my previous post (actually on CRISCO, ETC.)
I listed my favorite music groups in the double digit years. In all years since I went to Chicago
in my 20s, CHICAGO has been one of my favorite groups,


and one of my favorite songs has always been "Does anybody know what time it is?"




In this case I am referring to what year it is and to the confusion that I have always had in counting "years of life" or "years of marriage" or "years in practice". The year after birth is one's first year of life, so we are one in our second year of life and two in our third year of life, etc.



This brings me to the fact that since passing my 6th double digit birthday, I am now in my 67th year which means that I am 2/3 of the way to 99, which is roughly how long I will need to live to see four generations of Shannon men happen again.


I have decided that I need to be in the best place possible regarding life to enjoy this last 1/3 and have committed myself to maximizing my health.

On my birthday I began walking every day and will continue to do so for the 365 days of my 67th year. A week later I began eating mostly raw food (fruits, vegetables and nuts) and plan to continue this until I have lost a pound of weight per year of age, which will be 66 pounds and that will take me back to 184 which is what I weighed in 1984.


Raw food takes more time but it is a lot more colorful and helps one to really get in touch with the tastes that are going in the mouth. All this walking should give me plenty of time to think about what I want to do with the last third of my life and the end result should be that I can finally get rid of all those various sizes of clothes that I have saved, thinking some day I would get back into them. The only ones I really care to get back into really are my custom boots from Paul Bond and some of my cool belts and buckles from the 80s.

All this walking should give me plenty of time to think about what I want to do with the last third of my life and the end result should be that I can finally get rid of all those various sizes of clothes that I have saved, thinking some day I would get back into them. The only ones I really care to get back into really are my custom boots from Paul Bond and some of my cool belts and buckles

And the end result of this project will be that it won't matter what year it is, because I will be as good as I can be for the rest.


For those who like to count, I am in my 67th year of life and my 43rd year of marriage and my 36th year of practice (37th will start July 3).


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

DOUBLE DIGIT BIRTHDAYS


HAVE LEFT ME WITH AN EARLY CASE OF MILD COGNITIVE IMPAIRMENT (MCI). THEREFORE, WHEN I CREATED MY DOUBLE DIGIT BIRTHDAY ENTRY, WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THIS BLOG, MY ALMOST 66 YEAR-OLD MIND MANAGED TO GET IT ON CRISCO, ETC. SO IF YOU HAVE INTEREST IN DOUBLE DIGITS, CHECK IT OUT OVER THERE.
MAYBE THE NEED TO BE PERFECT FADES WITH INCREASING DOUBLE DIGITS? MAYBE I'M AGING LIKE THIS SILO IN KANSAS LAST OCTOBER WITH A TREE GROWING IN IT'S CENTER.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

PANIC SWINE OF 09




IS THE NAME OF A SEPARATE BLOG WHICH CONTAINS MY CONDENSATION OF THE MATERIAL THAT I HAVE STUDIED FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS ABOUT THE H1N1 SWINE INFLUENZA. THIS WILL LIKELY BE THE LAST THAT I WILL MENTION IT.










MY NEXT BLOG WILL BE ON THE IMMENSE HEALTH IMPACT OF NORMALIZING VITAMIN D LEVELS.