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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Last Meals of Famous Luminaries





The weirdly fascinating new book Last Suppers by Caroline West and Mark Latter reveals what these departed luminaries ate in their final hours.
Jimi Hendrix: A tuna sandwich
Abraham Lincoln: Mock turtle soup, roast Virginia fowl with chestnut stuffing and baked yams, and cauliflower with cheese sauce
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Frank Sinatra: Grilled cheese sandwich
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Julia Child: French onion soup
What would you want your last meal to be? 

Sunday, May 4, 2014

CHICK WIT:Mother Mary Died Her Own Way by Lisa Scottoline

Philadelphia Inquirer, Sunday, May 4, 2014, ARTS&ENTERTAINMENT, Page H1:



Chick Wit: Mother Mary went her own way

Mother Mary, ill with lung cancer, didn´t read the end-of-life pamphlet.
Mother Mary, ill with lung cancer, didn't read the end-of-life pamphlet.

You may have heard by now that Mother Mary has passed, but permit me to say one last thing on the subject.
It's my last word.
On her last words.
Let me begin by saying that all of us, including my mother, were surprised when we found out she had late-stage lung cancer and that her death was imminent. Her kind pulmonologist explained it all to her carefully, so she knew the end was near. But another doctor happened to mention the term "end-of-life" care, which went over like a lead balloon, one of Mother Mary's favorite expressions. When we got home, her throat hurt too much to talk, so we got her a Sharpie and a dry-erase board, and the first thing she wrote, in large letters, was: DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT END OF LIFE AROUND HERE.
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  • So we didn't.
    And when a visitor asked her how she was feeling, she wrote, OUTSIDE OF ALL THIS CRAP, I'M DOING FINE.
    And to one of her friends, Nino, she wrote, SEE YOU IN THE SUMMER.
    Secretly, I kept wondering whether she was in denial about her own death. I'm a bookish sort, so I read the pamphlet they gave us at the hospice, which advised that the terminally ill often want to talk with loved ones about the important events of their lives, offer them parting gifts or mementos, or say good-bye in a variety of other ways.
    Mother Mary did none of these things.
    She hadn't read the pamphlet.
    And even so, she wasn't the type of woman to do anything by the book.
    During her last few days, I used to lie awake at night, worrying she wasn't going to have the typical, or normal, death, whatever that is. We weren't going to say good-bye like in the pamphlets or the movies. I was fine with that, but I worried that if she didn't accept her own death, would she be fearful when it came?
    Thankfully, no, she wasn't.
    She was dozing, under a dose of morphine that eased her pain but not her senses. She squeezed my brother's hand one last time, three squeezes that were her signal for "I Love You."
    Those were her last words.
    In retrospect, I realize Mother Mary knew she was ill, but she wasn't ready to accept death, offer us mementos, or say good-bye.
    Why?
    Because she had hope.
    And she kept that alive.
    And in return, hope kept her alive, for much longer than the doctors expected.
    She didn't provide us the storybook final scene as she passed from this earth, but it wasn't supposed to be about our comfort. It wasn't about us at all, or the pamphlets or the movies.
    It was about her, and she faced death the way she confronted life - on her terms.
    It won't surprise you to know her favorite singer was Frank Sinatra and her favorite song "My Way."
    In all things, she did it her way.
    She wouldn't concede to cancer. The only way it would win was to beat her, and in the end, she still won.
    Disease took her body, but not her soul.
    Her spirit was full of hope and life.
    Her last words were about love.
    And, as Mother's Day rolls toward us, this will be my last word on the subject of her passing. From now on, I choose to write about her the way we all knew her - funny, strong, sassy, and full of life.
    Thank you so much for the incredible outpouring of sympathy cards, e-mails, Facebook posts, and donations. It gladdens our hearts to see many of you loved Mother Mary, or saw your own mothers in her, through the stories Francesca and I wrote about her. We are overwhelmed with gratitude for all of you, as Mother Mary would be. It's testament to your generosity, as well as to the power of the printed word, whether in books or newspapers.
    And I promise there will be more Mother Mary stories, because she was full of surprises. After all, it was only recently that I discovered her real name was Maria, not Mary.
    So stay tuned and see what's in store.
    In the end, Mother Mary will get the last laugh.


    Lisa Scottoline's latest novel, "Keep Quiet," is in stores now, and look for Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Seritella's latest collection of humor essays in "Meet Me at Emotional Baggage Claim."
    lisa@scottoline.com

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    Friday, February 28, 2014

    1874 "JonBenet"Case of its Time=1st Kidnapping for Ransom in America Which Received Nationwide Media Attention

    Philadelphia Inquirer, Friday, February 28, 2014, Front Page, Page A1:



    'JonBenet' case of its time - in 1874- at Germantown exhibit

    Documents will be featured in the Charley Ross exhibition at Historic Germantown, in Philadelphia, on Thursday, February 27, 2014. ( COURTNEY MARABELLA / Staff Photographer)
    Documents will be featured in the Charley Ross exhibition at Historic Germantown, in Philadelphia, on Thursday, February 27, 2014. ( COURTNEY MARABELLA / Staff Photographer)
    Documents will be featured in the Charley Ross exhibition at Historic Germantown, in Philadelphia, on Thursday, February 27, 2014. ( COURTNEY MARABELLA / Staff Photographer)GALLERY: 'JonBenet' case of its time - in 1874- at Germantown exhibit

    The kidnappers wouldn't stop writing.
    They didn't send just one ransom note. Or two. Or 10. They sent 23, a veritable War and Peace of demands.
    But no money was paid. And the little boy they took was never seen again.
    The case described as America's first recorded kidnapping for ransom took place in Philadelphia - the daylight abduction of 4-year-old Charley Ross from the front yard of his Germantown home in 1874. The quiet, shy boy was lured into the clutches of strangers by an offer of sweets, his fate believed to have given rise to the warning, "Never take candy from strangers."
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  • Friday night, a reception at the Germantown Historical Society opens a two-month-long exhibit on the case, tied to the recent surprising discovery of the ransom notes in the basement of a Mount Airy home.
    The exhibit includes photos of the main actors, newspaper stories of the day, a missing-child poster, and more to fuel theories on the nature of a dark crime.
    "It was the JonBenet Ramsey case of its time," said Barbara Hogue, executive director of Historic Germantown, an alliance of area museums.
    And not just because it went unsolved.
    News coverage of the kidnapping was sensational and national, torment to a city government preparing to host the Centennial International Exhibition of 1876 and urging people to open spare rooms to visitors.
    The criminals struck upon a simple idea: Don't take people's property, take people. And get their families to pay for their return. It proved an enduring and replicable crime.
    Kidnappers took and killed the infant son of aviator Charles Lindbergh in 1932, a case that journalist H.L. Mencken called "the biggest story since the Resurrection." Frank Sinatra Jr. was kidnapped from Harrah's Lake Tahoe in 1963, released when his father paid $240,000. John Paul Getty III was snatched in 1973 by kidnappers who demanded $17 million - and sent his severed ear to a newspaper when the family was slow to pay.
    The Ramsey saga began the day after Christmas 1996, when mother Patsy found a ransom note on a staircase of the family home. The body of the 6-year-old beauty queen was discovered hours later in the basement.
    As for the Charley Ross case, it began July 1, 1874, as the boy and his nearly 6-year-old brother, Walter, played outside.
    A horse-drawn carriage pulled up, and two men inside offered to buy candy and fireworks if the boys would go for a ride. All four traveled to a store in Kensington, where Walter was given money and sent inside. The carriage then left without him.
    Three days later, a letter demanding $20,000 reached the boys' father, a dry goods merchant, Christian Ross. That sum was a fortune at the time, the equivalent of more than $400,000 today.
    "Mr Ros, be not uneasy, you son charley bruster be all writ we is got him and no powers on earth can deliver out of our hand," the kidnappers wrote.
    On that July 4, as news of the crime spread, Mayor William Strumberg Stokley laid the cornerstone of the new City Hall in what was then Center Square, and officially broke ground for the centennial celebration in Fairmount Park. The Philadelphia Zoo had opened for the first time only three days earlier.
    Detective work was relatively new. The Philadelphia Police Department was less than 40 years old, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency, which became involved in the search for the boy, had been formed less than 25 years earlier.
    All during July, a frightened public demanded answers. The mayor offered a city reward of $20,000 - the same amount sought by the kidnappers. The Inquirer offered a reward, too. Children sent coins to help save the lost Charley.
    The early ransom notes gave instructions for how Christian Ross should reply in the personal ads of local newspapers. Later, the kidnappers discussed the news coverage, attempting to justify their actions in increasingly desperate tones.
    "I really do think they intended to give the child back once they got the money," said Carrie Hagen, author of We Is Got Him: The Kidnapping That Changed America and a speaker at Friday night's reception. "I don't think they had any clue this would blow up like it did."
    Police told Christian Ross not to pay the ransom, because they feared a wave of copycat crimes. Ross took the advice. He never saw his child again.
    The letters stopped in November, after a series of arranged meetings fell through.
    Authorities identified two suspects, career criminals Bill Mosher and Joe Douglas. In December the two were met by armed neighbors when they tried to rob a Brooklyn, N.Y., home. Mosher was killed in the shoot-out, but Douglas lingered for an hour, during which witnesses said he confessed, telling them, "I helped to steal Charley Ross. . . ."
    The next year a suspected accomplice, a friend of Mosher's and a former Philadelphia police officer named William Westervelt, went on trial for kidnapping. Convicted of the lesser offense of conspiracy, he served seven years, then disappeared from history.
    Charley's body was never found. One explanation? Maybe he wasn't killed, but placed in a different family, where he grew up unaware of his true identity. At the time, scores of "Orphan Trains" were headed west, taking neglected children in New York to new homes elsewhere. A child could easily have been slipped aboard.
    "It's a sad story," Hagen said, "but one of the things about it, a positive outcome, was, a lot of children who were taken were found. You had people coming forward saying, 'My neighbor has a kid, and I don't know where the kid came from.'"
    For decades after the crime, people stepped forward, hundreds of them, claiming to be Charley Ross. In the 1930s, a carpenter in his 60s named Gustave Blair persuaded an Arizona court that he was Charley Ross, successfully changing his name to that of the child. The Ross family dismissed his claims.
    Today the case is largely forgotten, and the ransom notes thought lost - until March, when a Germantown Academy librarian found them in the basement of her Mount Airy home.
    Bridget Flynn and a daughter were searching through boxes of family photos and letters, looking for a drawing that could appear on a bridal-shower invitation. As they rummaged, Flynn found a stack of small envelopes tied with a black shoelace.
    "I thought they were love letters between my grandmother and my grandfather," Flynn said.
    They weren't. But how the letters came to her home is a mystery. While her family has been in Philadelphia since the 1600s, there's no obvious connection to the Ross family or the case, Flynn said.
    In November the notes were bought at auction by an anonymous benefactor, who then loaned them to Historic Germantown. The sale price was $20,000, the same as the ransom.
    Texts of the letters have been available from newspapers and books of the era, but the exhibit marks the first time all 23 can be seen in public.
    "There's still a lot of questions," Hogue said. "It's still not solved."


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