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All Is Well
On October 20,1828 started the journey of a man,
and a life of many ups and downs began.
Horatio Gates Spafford named was he,
and throughout his life, many trials he would see.
In Chicago, he settled into a lawyers comfortable life,
where he met a wonderful woman named Anna Larssen, who in 1861 became his wife.
And soon three daughters and a son were added to his family,
but tragety struck little Horatio at the age of four, in 1870.
Taken at a time before his life had barely begun
for scarlet fever had claimed his young son.
And no doubt, everyones hearts were pained,
but with time Tanetta was born, and Annie, Maggie, and Bessie, another sister gained.
In October 1871, through Chicago swept a great fire,
and for the thousands now homeless, things looked dire.
But although much of their wealth the Spaffords lost,
their mission was to help the needy, at all cost.
For two years through the struggles, many helped they,
and did their best, to keep their tears at bay.
Then decided the Spaffords to go to Europe, in 1873,
there was an evanglist friend named Dwight Moody, they wanted to see.
So to New York to catch the boat, the family went,
but Horatio was needed back, so ahead his family he sent.
He kissed his wife, and told his girls to be good,
and that he would join them, as soon as he could.
So the girls boarded the boat on November 22,1873,
along with 311 others, for the long trip across the sea.
But early that morning, two boats did collide,
and of the 316 aboard,266 died.
Then on December 1, nine days later, a message was read,
and Horatio learned, that all his children were dead.
Hard to imagine, the depair he must have felt,
at such a terrible blow, life had dealt.
But he carried on, and his wife he went to see,
taking comfort knowing, that safe was she.
Must have been a long voyage, filled with grief,
but Horatio Spafford held fast, to his belief.
And as they past, where the boat went down,
where so many perished, and his loved ones drown.
He found a verse withen, to help console,
and realized 'it is well with my soul.'
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Burr(r) Oak Cemetery aka How Cold is That!
In the south side outskirts of Chicago,
Where President, then US Senator, Barack Obama made himself known.
In Alsip, at the cold-hearted Burr Oak Cemetery, the owners,
-If you want to know,
Decided to resell the land, not loan,
-mind you that bodies were entombed,
-that were owned by others.
Some where famous,
such as civil rights icon Emmett Till,
Blues singers Dinah Washington and Willie Dixon.
- and some were not
The plots were the final resting spots,
For fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.
.How cold is that?
Some bodies where exhumed, some of them were mutilated,
--and taken to a trash heap.
Other caskets were crushed to make room for more.
Headstones were removed,
--once for the family members memories to keep.
These souls are not resting in peace.
Come to think of it,
- Michael Jacksons is at not at peace but rather at a piece.
His body is not buried yet,
It has been two weeks ago, lest we forget.
How cold is that?
Last Tuesday, there was memorial service for Jackson.
However there was not an open casket.
Was his body there?
Doesnt anyone at the memorial service even care?
His brain is in a forensic toxicology lab somewhere.
Its a pain to die, especially when you are or arent famous.
Where ever it may be,
Neverland or Burr Oak Cemetery,
- its rather incredulous.
By the way, where will the brain go?
Is it possible that they are putting Michael Jacksons body on ice?
So to speak, for a few more weeks?
To make sure that he is all intact when Jehovah summons his body?
Is there no end to this mayhem, please help somebody!
As far as the Burr Oak Cemetery situation is concerned;
The suspects, all of whom are black, were identified as Carolyn Towns,49,
Keith Nicks,45, and Terrence Nicks,39 all of Chicago
and Maurice Dailey,61, of Robbins. (Illinois)
They each have been charged with one count of dismembering a human body,
How cold is that?
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A dinosaur thats tiny
when compared to T. Rex has been named
by palaeontologists who have acclaimed
the parents of a Holo-
caust survivor who had bought the fossil.
From small beginnings follow
dread consequences that may be colossal.
Inspired by the story of the discovery in Inner Mongolia of a fossil that is thought to have been the ancestor of T. Rex, and has been named Raptorex Kriegsteini, after the man who bought the fossil and donated it to palaeontologists. William Mullen of the Chicago Tribune writes on September 18,2009
As he studied photos of a Chinese fossil sent to him by a private collector, University of Chicago paleontologist Paul Sereno felt his skepticism giving way to excitement at seeing what could be a miniature relative of the most famous of dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus rex.
The collector wanted Sereno to do the first scientific identification of the fossil, but Sereno balked unless the fossil was donated to science. The collector agreed, but with his own requirement - that it be named after his parents, both Holocaust survivors. That agreement three years ago ultimately opened the door to the discovery of Raptorex kriegsteini, a 'punk-size' precursor to T. rex introduced Thursday by Sereno and five colleagues in an article in the online edition of the research journal Science.
Raptorex was a big surprise to scientists. The 125 million-year-old dinosaur was a 9-foot-long,150-pound look-alike of its great indirect descendant, which was 43 feet long, weighed 13,000 pounds and roamed the Earth 60 million years later. Sereno calls Raptorex a 'blueprint for a predator, ' sporting a huge head, powerful jaws, outsize olfactory organs for acute sense of smell, tiny forelimbs and horselike rear legs to swiftly run down prey.'We have now leapfrogged in our understanding of how Tyrannosaurus rex and its tyrannosaurid relatives came to be on the strength of one specimen that was almost lost to science, ' he said. The specimen was illegally dug out of a fossil field in northeast China in the last decade and sold into an illegal international black market for fossils, Sereno said.
Seven years ago, Henry Kriegstein, a Massachusetts eye surgeon with an abiding love of dinosaurs, attended an Arizona fossil show where a dealer showed him photos of the fossil, still in the block of rock as it was when pulled out of the ground. It was for sale - legally, according to U.S. laws - and Kriegstein said he bought it for 'tens of thousands of dollars but well below $100,000.' Three years ago, after he began learning that it was possibly an extraordinarily important fossil, he decided to ask the widely respected Sereno to write the first scientific description of it, introducing it to the scientific record. That's when Sereno asked Kriegstein to 'give it up to science.' 'Henry said yes, but he said he wanted it named after his father and mother, ' Sereno said. 'They were Polish Jews who survived the death camps in Would War II and still live in New York today. He said he wanted to name the dinosaur after them as a way of giving them immortality after their terrible struggle to survive in World War II.' The deal was done, with the agreement that Sereno will return the fossil to China when he is done with it.
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Kissing Carol Ann
Back in 1957
kissing Carol Ann
behind the barn
in the middle of
a windswept field
with a sudden deer
let me tell you.
Back then, bobby sox
and big barrettes
Like many farmers,
Carol Ann's father
had a console radio
in the living room,
and every Saturday night
the family would gather 'round
with bowls of ice cream
and listen to the Grand Ole Opry.
It was beamed 'all the way'
from Nashville I was told
more than once since
I was from Chicago
and sometimes wore a tie
so how could I know.
On my first visit,
I asked Carol Ann
if the Grand Ole Opry was
the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
of country music and she said
not to say that to her father.
She suggested I just tap
my foot to the music
and let him watch me.
Otherwise I'd best be
quiet and say 'Yup, '
'Nope' or 'Maybe'
if asked any questions
which she didn't think
No need to say
much more, she said,
and after a few visits,
I understood why.
Over time, I learned
to tap my foot pretty good
to the music because
when I'd come to visit,
her father would insist
I have a bowl of ice cream
with the family.
I liked the ice cream
but not so much
the Grand Ole Opry.
I'd been weaned
on Sinatra in the city.
let me tell you.
But back in 1957
kissing Carol Ann
behind the barn
was something special
since we couldn't do
much more until
I found employment.
Only then, her father said,
could we get married.
I found no jobs
in town, however,
for a bespectacled man
with degrees in English.
Still, I always found
the weekend drives
from Chicago worth
the gas my Rambler drank
because kissing Carol Ann
brought a bit of heaven
down behind that barn,
especially on summer nights
when fireflies were
the only stars we saw
when our eyes
It was like
the Fourth of July
with tiny sparklers
Now,55 years later,
Carol Ann sometimes mentions
fireflies at dusk as we
dance behind the cows
to coax them into the barn
for the night.
I'm still not too good
with cows despite
my John Deere cap,
plaid shirt and overalls
which proves, she says,
that all that kissing
behind the barn in 1957
took the boy out of the city
but not the city out of the boy.
'Hee Haw' is all I ever
say in response because
I know why I'm there.
It's to keep tapping
the cows on the rump
till we get them
back in the barn
so we can go back
in the house
and start with
a kiss and later on
come back downstairs
for two big bowls
of ice cream.
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