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What Did People Eat In The 1800s?

The War of 1812 concluded in 1815, and in the decades to come, the United States developed a vast transportation system, a national bank, and interstate trade. The economy blossomed, and canals, roads, cities, and industrialization expanded.

England’s defeat in the War of 1812 also removed barriers to westward expansion and, tragically, accelerated Native American removal.

Two hundred years ago, the United States stood at the edge of a frontier — both literally and figuratively. So what was life like at that exciting time?

Population: By 1815, the United States had grown into a country of 8,419,000 people, including about 1.5 million slaves. (Official estimates are available for the entire population in 1815, but slave counts were conducted during the censuses of 1810 and 1820. In the 1810 census, there were 1,191,362 slaves; by the 1820 census, there were 1,538,022 slaves). While a population of less than 10 million seems small compared to today’s count of over 320 million people, the population in 1815 had more than doubled since the country’s first census, taken in 1790, when there were 3,929,214 people. The population would continue to increase by more than 30 percent each decade for much of the 19th century.

Almost all of this growth was due to high birth rates, as immigration was low in 1815, slowed by European wars that raged from 1790 to 1815. Only about 8,000 per year entered during this period. The 1820 census counted 8,385 immigrants, including one from China and one from Africa.

Food: Because these innovations in transportation were still in their infancy in 1815, however, most Americans ate what they grew or hunted locally. Corn (no GMO) and beans were common, along with pork. In the north, cows provided milk (raw), butter (raw), and beef, while in the south, where cattle were less common, venison and other game provided meat. Preserving food in 1815, before the era of refrigeration, required smoking, drying, or salting meat (no nitrates). Vegetables were kept in a root cellar or pickled.

For those who had to purchase their food, one record notes the following retail prices in 1818 in Washington, D.C.: beef cost 6 to 8 cents a pound, potatoes cost 56 cents a bushel, milk was 32 cents a gallon, tea 75 cents to $2.25 a pound. Shoes ran $2.50 a pair. Clothing expenses for a family of six cost $148 a year, though the record does not indicate the quality of the clothes.

Life Expectancy: The boom in native population in the early 19th century was even more remarkable considering the low life expectancies of the time. By one estimate, a white man who had reached his 20th birthday could expect to live just another 19 years. A white woman at 20 would live, on average, only a total of 38.8 years. If measuring from birth, which counted infant mortality, life expectancy would have been even lower. A white family in the early 19th century would typically have seven or eight children, but one would die by age one and another before age 21. And, of course, for slaves, childhood deaths were higher and life expectancy was even lower. About one in three African American children died, and only half lived to adulthood.

Disease was rampant during this time. During the War of 1812, which concluded in 1815, more soldiers died from disease than from fighting. The main causes of death for adults during this period were malaria and tuberculosis, while children most commonly died from measles, mumps, and whooping cough, all preventable today.

Housing: More than four out of every five Americans during the early 19th century still lived on farms. Many farmers during this time also made goods by hand that they’d use, barter, or sell, such as barrels, furniture, or horseshoes. Cities remained relatively small and were clustered around East Coast seaports: New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Boston, and Charleston, South Carolina. In the 1810 census, New York, the largest, was home to 96,373 people. By 1820, the population would reach 123,706.

Employment: Industrialization would soon accelerate urbanization. In England, the Industrial Revolution had begun in the mid-18th century, and despite attempts made to restrict the export of technology, in 1789, a 21-year-old Englishman memorized the plan for a textile mill and then opened a cotton-spinning plant in Rhode Island. By 1810, more than 100 such mills, employing women and children at less than a dollar a week, were operating throughout New England. By the 1830s, textile production would become the country’s largest industry.

Wages for other industries during the time ranged from $10 to $17 a month for seamen. Farm laborers after the end of the War of 1812 earned $12 to $15 dollars a month. A male school teacher earned $10 to $12 a month; a female teacher earned $4 to $10. In Massachusetts, a tailor and printer could both expect to earn $6 a week, while a servant might earn only 50 cents a week.

Transportation: Industrialization affected the country in other ways, of course. In 1815, there were no steam railroads in America, so long-distance travel was by horseback or uncomfortable stagecoach over rutted roads. Cargo moved by horse-team was limited to 25-30 miles a day. But in 1811, Congress signed a contract for the construction of the National Road, the first highway built by the national government. By 1818, it had crossed the Appalachian Mountains, fostering westward expansion.

In 1815, Americans were also discovering steamboat travel. In 1807, Robert Fulton had opened the first steamboat ferry service, between Albany and New York City. By 1815, advances in technology allowed a rival to ferry arms and ammunition to General (later President) Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans, the last battle of the War of 1812, and then to steam back up the Mississippi and then the Ohio to Pittsburgh, proving the feasibility of steamboat navigation of the mighty river.

Entertainment: For recreation, horse racing became increasingly popular by the time of the War of 1812. Singing and sheet music became widely popular, particularly “broadside songs,” or lyrics printed on a sheet of paper and sold for a penny. The sheet had no music, but instructed the purchaser which popular, well-known tune the words could be sung to. The songs often had to do with current political or military events. At the other end of the artistic spectrum, the Boston Handel and Haydn Society, formed in 1815, performed Handel’s “Messiah” in its opening concert.

Finally, singing played a large part in one of the most significant social movements of the time — and in all of America’s history — the Second Great Awakening. From 1790 to 1830, wave after wave of Protestant evangelism swept across the country. Tens of thousands of people would attend a single camp meeting, marked by enthusiastic preaching and audience singing and participation. These more informal services, led by itinerant preachers, also helped tie settlers on the Western frontier to the cultural life of the rest of the country. The Second Great Awakening also fostered greater participation by women and African Americans, who continued developing their artistic traditional of spiritual music during this period.

Eugene and the Age of Aquarius

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In Eugeneology the Age of Aquarius will bring about a real new world order in Race, Religion, Politics, Sex and MoneyI think we’re there!

Siri Singh Sahib Harbhajan Singh Khalsa Yogiji, known as Yogi Bhajan, taught that The Age of Aquarius began on November 11, 1991 and fully transitioned from Pisces on November 20, 2011.

Be careful what your neighbor wishes for. The Irishman moved in across the hall about a month after we set up our expat tent in Antalya. The Irishman, a 72 country lifestyle explorer, extolled our good fortune and insight for selecting first Turkey, second Antalya and third the untapped gentrification bounties that awaited us in our new backyard. I showed him the recently completed $250,000 duplex in the next block down our alley wide street.

“That’s ridiculous, at $1,500/m2, that’s way above market price. What we need is a bomb.”

“Why?”

“Drive all the tourists away and lower real estate prices.”

This is why God invented whiskey, so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world. However, my own hedonistic wishes have become cautionary tales. What fun is it being an expat in Fiji, Bali, Malta, or the Maldives after a month or two, it’s the same-o, same-o all day, every day. Turkey is the nexus of civilization but after the June 7th election, the bombing began in Alanya the next town east of us, the refugee babies washed ashore on Bodrum, (Turkey’s Cape Cod}, now the nexus is looking more like the casket of civilization.

Not to worry the Irishman still has his whiskey, and in dollar terms our rent keeps getting cheaper. According to ISIS”s interpretation of the Koran the end of the world happens in Istanbul. The 2012 Mayan prediction didn’t pan out unless they were referring to Obama’s reelection. I’m going to go with Friday, January 20th 2017 if Hillary gets inaugurated. But not to worry even if Trump is elected we are, since November 20th 2011, in the Age of Aquarius.

The Age of Aquarius is causing great turmoil, to make room for the new values of love, brotherhood, unity and integrity. Everything with Piscean values is being exposed and taken down. This includes governments, corporations, individuals, and even personal relationships. Many call this a disaster, as the world appears to be falling apart, but is it? 

The Aquarian Age points to the direction of our own evolution in consciousness. We are each being asked to make a choice. We can cling to the old outdated values or adopt the new evolving ones. Our happiness and peace depends on our choice. The change will take place whether we like it or not. By Sandra Weaver

Maybe we should elect an Aquarian president, after all Abe Lincoln a 12 February KING of Diamonds did a pretty good job once upon a time, Then FDR a 30 January TEN of Clubs held it together in a subsequent dark hour. Ronnie Reagan 6 February SIX of Spades (the Fate Card) performed some Aquarian magic not too long ago.

However, there is only one Aquarian candidate, Republican or Democrat and he comes wearing the ACE of Spades Card (“The Key To The Mystery Of Life,” the most spiritual card in the deck). Are you ready for this? Who is going to introduce the US and the world to the Age of Aquarius? 11 February Jeb Bush.

Che Guevara & Trump, June 14th Gemini’s

This is not going to sit well in Eugene but it is karmic payback for electing Obama. Not to worry we’re all going to like the Age of Aquarius. But before we get there Trump, June FOURTEENTH (3d) the Day of GUTSY CONFRONTATION has to “stir the pot.”

 

 

A Conscious Decision on the Path of Least Resistance

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Coming to Antalya, Turkey is the first time I have wandered off the path of least resistance. Did I want to go in the military in the Vietnam era – are you kidding me – Nixon made that decision for me. Did I want to get married? Of course not but did I want an open marriage, of course not. Did I want to be a goat farmer and live in the countryside? I hadn’t thought about it but at the time it seemed like a good idea, so why not. Did I want to be a widower? No way Jose. Did I want to go to China, well it was either that or sleep on my sister’s couch. Did I want to move lock, stock & barrel to Turkey? Never had it on my expat bucket list but when Jane Marie came back from Seoul with the suggestion, I was all for it.

First time ever for an unforced decision. I didn’t have to send out 500 CV/Resumes to get one offer to go to Egypt. The personnel office didn’t call me up and ask me to move to Sao Paulo. I didn’t haft to go to Cleveland for six miserable winters to atone for my fiscal sins in Brazil. What a scary thought, a no back-against-the-wall critical choice to make on which way to go. Scarier still, no employer or place to live at the end of the path but Antalya here we come with our 40 boxes of stuff.

We left Yantai, China, February 13th, on Azerbaijani Air leaving our friends to oversee loading our household effects aboard the good ship, Hansa Augsburg. April 16th it docked in Istanbul and after we paid the $2,000 ransom our 40 boxes decorated our hallway for Mother’s Day. Our conscious decision journey from China to Turkey was complete, now what do we do?

I know, let’s do ESL and Toastmasters. That worked well in China, where 0.73% speak English, there are almost 400 Toastmasters clubs and every Tiger mom wants her single child in an English as a Second Language training school. Wikipedia says that 17% of the Turks speak English; there are two Toastmasters clubs in Ankara, four in Istanbul and praise Allah, a Turkish Toastmasters club in Antalya.

The secret ingredient, in our new Secret Ingredient Soup, is Antalya is a super-affordable, international Scottsdale, Arizona – that is after you get your stuff off the boat and out of customs. Our new ex-Navy neighbors from Ft. Worth, sold their 20 year career collection of goods in Albuquerque, packed their bags and moved to Antalya with three daughters because, “It is the nicest best place to retire on a military pension.” Therefore the secret ingredient this time around the ESL-Toastmasters barn, is expats want to retire here, unlike Cleveland or China.

The soup seasonings are Facebook and You Tube. The Turks, Syrians, Kurds et al love Facebook. Now, I scroll down my home page to look only at the pictures, the Ethiopians post in Amharic (left to right), the Syrians in Arabic (right to left) and the Turks jam all 29 letters of their Latinized alphabet together in cartoons, pithy quotations and You Tube videos. However, after seven years of not reading any Chinese, I am comfortable being non-literate. The difference between the two ends of Asia, is now I am in a state of visual nirvana, making my ESL students, actors in Cheerleading, Joke telling, Singing You Are MY Sunshine, Dr. Seuss rhyming One Fish, Two Fish and Family Album USA performances. I want to be the Stephen Spielberg (after all he was born in my hometown Cincinnati and raised in Scottsdale) of ESL Dramas, while managing Jane Marie’s Toastmasters Officer career. tegory66@gmail.com

 

Get Off the Dime

Get Off the Dime

Take action, especially following a time of indecision or delay. For example, “It’s time this administration got off the dime and came up with a viable budget.” This expression originated in the 1920s in dance-halls, where a guy paid a dime (ten cents) to dance with the girl of his choice. The phrase, “Get Off The Dime” was an imperative for dancers to get moving.

tegory has talked long enough, it is time that he, “got off his dime.” Tonight, tegory would like to share with you his plan of action to save the world through organic agriculture. His theme is, Healing From The Ground Up. Please help me welcome tegory as he gives his 4th speech project, Get To The Point, from Toastmasters Competent Communications manual.

Maslow put the physiological needs of breathing, food, water, sex, sleep, homeostasis, and excretion on the bottom of his Self-Actualization pyramid. My dream is all about FOOD, from the ground up. We are, what we eat. My fellow countrymen and women have become the fattest, sickest, and malnourished nation on the planet. Unless we change our ways, if, we don’t get off the dime, just like the global financial crisis, we are going to join them in misery on the path to Self-Actualization.

My plan of action is to create our own supply chain of nutrient rich foodstuffs – beginning with 100% natural, organically pastured dairy. To get us back to the natural diet of our ancestors, I plan to work backwards with dessert first.  Return the Gobi Desert back to Marco Polo’s day with the world’s most popular dessert, ICE CREAM.

“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.”

 

Milk, nature’s most perfect food.”

 

Prohibition  took the nature out of nature’s most perfect food.

 

Henry Ford  took the farmer off the farm.

 

Roundup  killed all the living organisms in the soil.

Today, the only way to get 100% natural, organically pastured dairy, in the US, Europe and Asia, is own your own cow.

 

My, get off the dime, plan is simple – bring 25 liter buckets of raw, fresh milk, from an organic dairy in the countryside, to a French style grocery Café, and turn it into, the world’s favorite dessert, ice cream.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. tegory66@gmail.com

How Sally Met Josh

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How Josh met Sally – in Toastmasters of course. Although Josh had just spent three years teaching ESL in Japan, was fluent in Japanese, and proficient at second language acquisition how was going to meet his ideal mate in 0.73% English speaking Mainland China?

Sally, one of those talented and provocative 0.73%ers, took to the Middle Kingdom Toastmasters stage with verve, passion and leadership excellence. Josh, a former ‘Oregon Duck’ DJ, wowed the Monday night meetings with his voice and oratorical character – like having an Obama actor to role model spoken English.

Maybe Josh would have met Sally if she had been a Chinese-English teacher at his university or maybe at a bar – nah Chinese don’t do bars. Toastmasters brings like-minded individuals together to help each other improve their communications skills. It’s like a TED/talk where everybody gets at least one minute on stage, every time.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; what stage are you on?

Toastmasters Is Even for Old Lovers Looking for Their Lover

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Toastmasters Is Even for Old Lovers Looking for Their Lover

Entering my third year of widower-hood I ventured to China in search of a mate, a damsel over forty who could speak English. That’s why I joined Middle Kingdom Toastmasters, so I’d be circulating among the English speaking Chinese crowd – you know, ‘you got to swim with the fishes’ ole boy. But, wouldn’t you know it, all the fishes were either closer to twenty-something’s or old married women.

Desperate, I made an appearance on Henan TV’s “Happy Dragon,” a match-making show with a 100 million viewing audience. An over forty shengnu (over 30 never married) was sure to find me. Find me they did. The over forty bunch – no English – the under forty crew, with or without English, weren’t shopping for +65 old geezer like me. Would you believe it they thought 35 was the hill in any language.

Then one evening an over forty princess showed up at our fall speech competition. Her spoken English delivery was better than a skirt wearing Ted Cruz could muster, so obviously improving her communications skills was not her first priority for attending. Other than conversing with her fellow expat ESL teachers there were few opportunities for birds of a feather to flock together in the middle of Mainland China.

Beautiful, single, over forty, native Iowa accented American English, my dream future was in front of me. My first interrogatory question to her was what’s your perspective on +65 old geezers like me? Praise Ralph Smedley, the creator of Toastmasters in 1924, it was affirmative. Toastmasters is for even old lovers looking for their lover. www.esldramamasters.com

Bernie, Trump, Hillary & Sunzi

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Trump’s Sunzi Stratagem #27

In this Sept. 30, 2015, photo, Republican presidential candidate, businessman Donald Trump talks during a campaign stop in Keene, N.H. After seven years of the political drama known as "Obamacare," you might think voters would be tired of big ideas for revamping health care. If so, the presidential candidates seem to have missed the memo. Trump says his replacement plan would be different. He’d make sure everybody in the country is covered, something not even Obama accomplishes. Trump says he’d make a deal with hospitals, and most people would still have private coverage. (AP Photo/Steven Senne)

Feign madness but keep your balance”

(假痴不癲/假痴不癫, Jiǎ chī bù diān) Hide behind the mask of a fool, a drunk, or a madman to create confusion about your intentions and motivations. Lure your opponent into underestimating your ability until, overconfident, he drops his guard. Then you may attack.

Hillary’s Sunzi Stratagem #17

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“Tossing out a brick (status quo) to get a jade gem”

(拋磚引玉/抛砖引玉, Pāo zhuān yǐn yù) Bait someone by making him believe he gains something or just make him react to it (“toss out a brick”) and obtain something valuable from him in return (“get a jade gem”).

This proverb is based on a story involving two famous poets of the Tang Dynasty. There was a great poet named Zhao Gu (趙嘏) and another lesser poet by the name of Chang Jian (常建). While Chang Jian was travelling in Suzhou, he heard news that Zhao Gu would be visiting a temple in the area. Chang Jian wished to learn from the master poet, so he devised a plan and went to the temple in advance, then wrote a poem on the temple walls with only two of the four lines completed, hoping Zhao Gu would see it and finish the poem. Zhao Gu acted as Chang Jian foresaw, and from this story came the proverb.

Bernie’s Sunzi Stratagem #1

DES MOINES - NOVEMBER 14: CBS News Political Director and FACE THE NATION anchor John Dickerson moderates the CBS News Democratic Presidential Debate at Drake University Des Moines, Iowa on Saturday, November 14, 2015 on the CBS Television Network. Sen. Bernie Sanders and Former U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, shown. (Photo by Chris Usher/CBS via Getty Images)

“Wait at leisure while the enemy labors”

The idea is to have your troops well-prepared for battle, in the same time that the enemy is rushing to fight against you. This will give your troops a huge advantage in the upcoming battle, of which you will get to select the time and place.

 

 

RELIGION: Tyranny of the Majority

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On Mooney Avenue we had fifty-four kids the Catholics: Boomie Shields’ mom birthed 17, the Greiwe’s 5, the Macke’s 7, the Protestants: Schultz’s six, Andre Le Claire, my love-hate peer had a younger brother and sister, Larry Patterson, in my sister’s age group had one sister, the Shirley’s were three, Greg Wilson had an older brother and a sister my age, the blond beautiful Peckstein family had a female threesome. Then there was Skip Gasch, an only child living with his divorced mother and her parents. Oh, Mr. Wilson, Greg’s dad wasn’t there either after a divorce. That left Johnny Brady and his sister going to the Christian Missionary Alliance church on Sundays – they got, the not quite normal curse for not being allowed to dance or play cards but at least they came under the Protestant umbrella of socially accepted religious faiths.

But, oh no, sister Sue and I received the karmic curse of ‘not believing in doctors’ because we were Christian Scientists. I got a B+ instead of an A+ on my health report for Mrs. Heath’s fifth grade class because I was too embarrassed to not list my family physician on the cover and I was too afraid to put Ms. Francis Fischman on there as our C.S. Practicioner.

My first grade experience of religious uniqueness had the school doctor sticking a tongue depressor in 43 fellow classmates’ mouths with an ‘Ah’ here and an ‘Ah’ there until he got to me. I was too terrified to be inhibited, so I screamed No, No, No! Esther, also known as my mother, told me not to believe in doctors. Sadder yet, I was fifty before I could tell her that I didn’t not believe in doctors, but I had had more than enough of Christian Science or in any religion, organized or unorganized.

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Being a member of cult – if you use another book in addition to the Bible e.g. “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” by Mary Baker Eddy – wasn’t such a big problem in high school because the Catholics all went to Xavier and Walnut Hills was one third Jewish, one third black and one third Wasp. Until my sister came along three years later, I was the only cult guy in the 2,000 student body.

I didn’t run into any of those Islamic dudes until I was 42 and I went to work for USAID in Egypt. Every taxi ride conversation started off with, “where are you from?”

“Ah-Mar-Rika.”

“Are you Christian?”

Well, what was I supposed to say? Technically, I’m in a Christian cult and at 42, I still haven’t got nerve enough to tell Esther that I don’t believe in any of that religion sh*t. So, I said, “okay I’m Christian.

“Your country is run by the Jews.”

My throttled response would have been: “If you hadn’t runoff all your Jews I’m certain Egypt wouldn’t be scrapping bottom on the GDP/per capita scale.”

Finally, the last two weeks of my 13 month stay, I found the perfect response to where are you from, “Brazil.” It was like the second coming of Mohammed, every taxi driver welcomed me with et-fa-dahl, et-fa-dahl, even stopping at the nearest soft drink stand for a complimentary coke, tea or coffee. The Egyptians, don’t want to be called Arabs, wished they could speak French, think the Italians are humorous, and obviously love the Brazilians.

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When I became a New Home Sales Counselor (a used car salesman in coat and tie) in a melting pot subdivision in suburban Houston, I learned the inside scoop on Islam. My three block ladder shaped sales territory had a Sunni mosque on the east end, a Shia one on the west end, Houston’s largest Evangelical Black church on the south and fringed by Houston’s 30% Hispanic community. One day I looked out my second floor office at Meshaq, Shadrach and Abendago. The seventh son of the Holy Father, (pictured next to Modi, the new leader of India) the son’s number two and their realtor, all wearing white pajamas and white with gold trim caps. They loved my model home, so much that they wanted to buy it furnishings and all.

Shallow salesman me, runs down there groveling with et-fa-dahls and all but converts to Islam. Meshaq and gang were Dahwoodi Bohras (Urdu: داؤدی بوہرہ‎, also spelled Daudi Bohra), one of 72 varieties of Islam, referred to as the Jews of the Islamic world, with major enclaves in London, Kenya, Bombay, Detroit and now Houston.

The Bohra’s became my best and most favorite customers in the neighborhood. They built the most expensive home, paid for the whole thing in $10,000 money orders, bought another home for their sheikh and installed the first pee-on-the-floor toilet in ‘Pioneer Homes’ history. When I complained to my Boston French-Portuguese boss that he had given me the ugliest ‘2650 Stockdale’ spec home to sell, he replied, “there was always an ass for every seat.” After my third sale of a squat (Asian) toilet to the Bohra crowd, I boasted at our Monday morning sales meeting, “now boss, we have a seat for every ass.”

The Sunni mosque brought me two Palestinian engineers and their families and my all-time favorite a Pakistani ship captain who ferried busted freighters from the Med through the Suez to Karachi. We commiserated over his dealings with a thieving Egyptian crew and my Bill Murray, “Ground Hog’s Day” repetitive taxi driver interrogations. I interrogated the Bohra’s about their beef with the Sunni’s and vice-a-versa the Sunni’s grudge with the Shiites. I listened to my Vietnamese AOTOCAD Jock’s war stories of fleeing Thai pirates on his open sea voyage to the Philippines. I quizzed my Krishna Indian family about karma and dharma. I taught Browns, Blacks, Whites and Off-Whites, how they could buy a brand new home for little or nothing down. They taught me that each person’s faith or religious philosophy belonged to them and came about from the culture in which they were nurtured.

My culture was surviving as a nurtured Christian Scientist among the Catholics and Protestants on Mooney Avenue. My passive-aggressive satirical humor was threatening Esther with, “I want to go to Notre Dame and become a doctor.” Marion aka my father, encouraged my passive-aggressive anti-religious behavior by dropping us off at church, picking us up afterwards but not attending services himself. He smoked, didn’t drink anything stronger than coffee and offered no opinion on religion. When I went off to Walnut Hills High School his counsel was, “If you don’t learn from the Jews, you won’t learn anything.”

Save for one snow day, I had a six-year perfect attendance record at Walnut Hills. My extra-curricular, after school, commitment was to never miss a single episode of “The Mickey Mouse Club”. My meta-physical, mind over matter, you don’t believe in doctors, nurturing in a Judeo-Christian culture left me socially retarded. What I did learn from the Jews, was their universal penchant for scholastic achievement. My religion stressed, “Therefore, man is not material, he is Spiritual.” I ended up near the top of the bottom third, 218/305 of my WHHS ’61 Class, while suffering headaches (self-criticism) after Sunday school class because of my failure to reconcile what appears real is unreal.

First Name Basis

Mr. Blum, counselled, me my senior year that college would free me from my Childhood Neurosis: “psychosocial-dwarfism,” in my case a fear of growing up.

Psychosocial short stature (PSS) is a disorder of growth failure and/or delayed puberty of infancy, childhood, and adolescence that is observed in association with emotional deprivation, a pathologic psychosocial environment, or both. A disturbed relationship between child and caregiver is usually noted.

Blum was right because my first year I was introduced to Psych 101. When I went home to share my new found knowledge, Esther was worried that I would transfer to Notre Dame and be a Psychiatrist. Esther knew for sure that Mary Baker Eddy had written of the dangers of Mesmerism, Animal Magnetism and Psychology. She was somewhat relieved that the taboo belief was spelled P-h-r-e-n-o-l-o-g-y, not P-s-y-c-h-o-l-o-g-y.

However, I wasn’t completely healed of psychosocial dwarfism until I left 3531 Mooney Avenue for the Sigma Chi Fraternity house. There, I discovered my true calling, hedonism. Amazingly enough, I was able to faithfully maintain a hedonistic lifestyle for the next four years and still graduate with a BS of Architecture. More amazing was joining the Marine Corps, via the Vietnam Era draft, and not having to surrender to a foxhole conversion to some other religious curriculum. Unfortunately, ever man and woman must revisit their childhood between the ages of 45 to 55. That means everybody, Christians, Agnostics, Muslims, Jews, Atheists, Democrats, Republicans, Kings, Presidents, Queens, Prime Ministers, even Hedonists and Jack-Christian Scientists.

MOONEY Avenue

Thus, at the tender age of 48.2 I discovered psycho-therapy, Alcoholics Anonymous and Prozac. If, Mary Baker Eddy had lived past 1910, she probably would have put out an addendum to Phrenology, Mesmerism, Animal Magnetism and Psycho-Anything-ism. I told Esther that I was now free of religion in any shape or form even though my socio-cultural being still resided at 3531 Mooney. tegory66@gmail.com

 

The Millennial Amygdala

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Our childhood experiences become ingrained on our amygdala, our lizard brain, our control center for ‘fight or flight’ decisions. We look to our spouse, boss, partner or audience to heal us from our fears. Steve Jobs’ unwed mother placed her son with a college educated couple, who rejected him before signing the papers. Apple fired Jobs from the company he founded so Steve’s worst fears of Rejection came true in adulthood.

There is a collective amygdala that appears every four years in US presidential elections. Who is the lesser of two evils, the Democrat or the Republican. 2016 like 1968 offers an amygdala trifecta, who or what do we fear the most?

In 1968 it was Vietnam, 2016 is about the money. Tricky Dick promised to end the war and save your money. The Democrats couldn’t decide which lesser evil to go with so Humphrey got the call. Now, two-thirds of Americans got no money and no hope of getting any, anytime soon. Hillary and Trump are in a virtual tie for winning Boehner’s Lucifer award.

Hillary is the self-anointed guardian of the money pot, the status quo. Trump champions those willing to fight to get their job back or at least elect him as their mini-dictator. The Millennials look to Bernie, like the under 30 crowd pledged allegiance to Eugene McCarthy, to overthrow the system or at least re-democratize governance along the lines of, “by the people, for the people.”

What’s confusing the public’s collective amygdala this time around is everybody has a “dog in the fight.” Trump’s voters lost their dog or they’re afraid Bill & Hillary only care about their own kennel club.

Hillary’s FOB (friends of Bill) Blob is afraid Bernie and Liz Warren are going to get in there and completely destroy the capitalist system they have created in their own image and likeness.

The amygdala is the mediator between the left and right brain, between the thinking and emotional decision-making apparatus of our physical being. Hillary and Trump bring out our worst fears on either side of our heads but the Bern has 99% of the heart side. Even the one per-centers agree that the economy is royally screwed up but no one, especially the Federal Reserve, knows how to fix it. The best spin on the 2016 Three Dog Fight is the power of three, two wrongs don’t make a right but it takes three to make a rational, well-informed consensus decision.