Sunday, October 13, 2019

My Wife Linny's Angiography on October 11th, 2019 Goes Wrong


My wife, Linny O’Hara, was scheduled for an angiograpy last Friday, October 11th, 2019.

A cardiologist who has been in practice for at least 30 years performed this procedure. He said that he cleared an 80% blockage in a stent that had been placed in her heart in 2016.  The stent had been clogged with plague and naturally occurring tissue.

He also found another blockage, and used a catheter with a balloon to enlarge and remove that blockage.

SHE WAS AWAKE DURING THE ENTIRE PROCEDURE, DESPITE BEGGING TO BE ANESTHETIZED!

In removing the catheter, the guide wire the physician was using punctured her femoral artery, and this puncture caused bleeding into her the rear of her abdominal perineum to occur.

The doctor was not aware he had punctured her artery, and sent her to Cardiac Care for observation before releasing her to go home.  Which is the routine procedure.

While in that unit, she fainted and passed out. An emergency Code Blue was called.

At least 20 doctors, nurses, and lab technicians came running down the hall and into her room. They lifted her off the floor, revived her, and to make a long story short, much lab work was ordered, and so was an emergency CT scan. That was when the bleeding was discovered.

She was then immediately moved to cardiac ICU. And a vascular specialist was called in for possible emergency surgery, but instead he ordered an unusual tourniquet called a ‘Femostop’. This device was placed around her lower abdomen. It has a large plastic ball on it, and that ball was squeezed into the site in her groin where the cardiologist had made the large incision to insert the heart catheter into the femoral artery.

She had to wear this for over 3 hours, and was screaming in absolute agony the entire time. But it appears the hole in her femoral artery developed the desired blood clot.

All night Friday and most of the day and night on Saturday she was in and out of consciousness. Around 4 am on Sunday morning she was given 2 units of blood, and then she began to perk up.

I’ve gone on too long, but I’ll let you know she was released from ICU late on this Sunday afternoon, and moved to a step-down cardiac care unit where she is right now on Sunday evening October 13th.

A doctor has ordered another CT scan for tomorrow, to double check that all bleeding has stopped. Her blood pressure is back to normal now, and her blood work shows that she is no longer low on blood, so it is assumed that the bleeding has stopped.

We have heard from another doctor in the cardiologist practice. Instead of apologizing, he explained that ‘it was a known complication that occasionally occurs’.

He did not explain anything about us incurring additional medical bills for her extended stay in the intensive care unit caused by the cardiologist error, or why little or no anesthesia was used during the procedure.  Why did the physician say, "You don't need it!"?

I was too much in shock when I spoke with this man to ask him the questions that I later should of asked him. You better believe on any follow up visit, I am going to get some answers!

I am grateful that my wife is now on the mend. For anyone reading this, please keep her in your prayers.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Bereridge's Wild West Show - The Year the Indians Came to My Hometown

Chief Little Bear of The Cree Nation
On June 9, 1895, the Cincinnati papers announced that Beveridge's Wildest West Show was coming to Cincinnati.  It would perform on the old Campus Grounds of the Order of Cincinnatus at the foot of Bank Street; what today is near Spring Grove Avenue just south of the Western Hills viaduct.

The Enquirer noted that “several attempts have been made to foist fake shows of this kind on the public” and the Gazette seconded that, saying “The public of Cincinnati has been fooled frequently by Wild West announcements.”  Both papers assured, however, that this was the real deal, and featured 178 Cree Indians as the feature of the shows.

There would be three shows only, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.  The show would feature, in addition to the Cree, according to the Gazette, a “team of crack shots; a score of cowboys, each of whom has won distinction by his skill and bravery; several cowgirls; all sorts of Western rough riders; Salem Nassar's troupe of Arabs, said to be by far the best troupe ever brought to this country, and to contain a genuine whirling dervish, or spinning Mohammedan priest; a complete card of Hippodrome races; [and] many legitimate circus features that have been lent to add variety.”

The Enquirer said their tent would hold 8,000 people, and would be the largest ever erected in Cincinnati.

The Cree 
A little background on the Crees:  The Cree were Native American Indians originally from Manitoba, Canada.  Under Chiefs Wandering Spirit (who, as the white Canadians hung him, sang not a death song, but a love song to his wife) and Big Bear, they found their beloved buffalo in fewer and fewer numbers.  The local Indian agent was only interested in helping them if they agreed to settle down, raise crops, and embrace Christianity, but the Cree were having no part of that.

The Cree believed that since the Whites had destroyed all of the Cree's food source, the buffalo, the Crees were entitled to eat from the plentiful stores of the White man.  The standoff's got violent, most famously during the Riel Rebellion . Ultimately, the Cree fled to Montana, where the US refused to recognize them, since they were not native to the USA.

Big Bear was the Chief who led them in Manitoba, but his capture by the Canadians put his son, Little Bear in charge of a tribe that was hungry and homeless, adrift in Montana with no food.  They were, the Enquirer noted, the only Indian Tribe to have never signed a treaty.  Read more about the Cree at this site.

To eat, they joined Beveridge and his Wildest West Show.  They had seen Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, and figured they could do that.  They also may have been led to believe that going east would eventually enable them to talk to authorities in Washington.

The first Monday morning they were in Cincinnati, June 10, 1895, they were paraded to the Cincinnati Zoo.  They got to ride the elephant, and the Enquirer wrote that the big lions and tigers, upon glimpsing the Indians, were caused to growl violently.  Little Bear said his people wanted to know if there were Buffalo on display, and the Indians were able to “stroke the mangy hair through the bars of the enclosure.”  Little Bear told the head of the zoo “My heart is smiling.  My people shall talk of your wonderful place at their council fires when they are old men.”

The march to and from the zoo was used as a promotional tool, and the “parade through the principal thoroughfares of the city attracted the curious in such crowds that many of the streets were fairly blocked.”

That afternoon and evening were the first of the shows, and the local papers went into a frenzy of Manifest-Destiny-ism and yellow journalism that would last for weeks.  The Gazette said that the Cree's “feathers are of the primmest and best; their red blankets are the proper shade of carmine; their war paint is sufficiently brilliant, and their war dances so inspiriting;” adding that folks should see the show twice.  The Enquirer said “The entry of the Indians, under command of their chiefs, 10 men with each, was an impressive sight.”  They noted “Little Bear, Buffalo Coat, Long Hair, and Sun each conducted 10 warriors into the arena, each in full war paint, and they certainly looked fierce and ugly enough to to fulfill the claims of the most sensational Indian story writer.”

Tuesday's Enquirer, the 12th, ran another very positive if less detailed review.  The Gazette ran no review, but did have a small piece about the ownership of the show being changed.

A story in the Gazette on the 13th about the death of one of the Cree children, named Ho-te-ot-te-na-wish, one and a half years old, and said to have died from “pulmonary tuberculosis.”  The child was to be buried in the “Wesleyan Cemetery.”

And Then It Gets Real Interesting So three scheduled days of shows took place on June 10-12, and the press remains silent until we get to June 15, that Saturday, when most of the Cree have ended up at Taylor's Bottoms in Bellevue.

The Post reported that the promoters of the wild west show were furious, because between when the show's advance men came to Bellevue and the time the show was due to open, there was passed an ordinance passed calling for a $30 fee to be levied on circuses.

By Monday, the Gazette was reporting that  “The tied up circus, with its squad of Indians, drew a large crowd to Taylor Bottoms yesterday, and what, with the wild men of the west and the rag-tag and bob-tail element which makes Taylor Bottoms a gambling hole from craps to poker every Sunday,

Chief Ratliffe and his officers had a busy time of it.  Fights were frequent and there was a perfect riot among a lot of young sports at one time during the day over a game of craps.” While in Bellevue, it seems that the Sheriff, Jake Plummer, attached the receipts of the show based on a claim by Donaldson Lithographing.  And after the Saturday show, Bellevue Constable Albert Ashmoor had attachments totaling $173.

The Indians were also not being paid, and refused to go on again until they were paid. On Saturday night, the Indians had been told that if they persisted, and went to Washington, they could get their own land.  Further, they were told that they could get a corps of soldiers from Fort Thomas to go with them.

The show left town for Greensburg, Indiana with some Indians, but 142 (or maybe 80, or 150, sources vary) of the 178 stayed in Bellevue.  And then at midnight on Sunday the 16th, the Crees show up at Fort Thomas.

The sentry sent for the base commander, Major Cochran, who was told that six sick Indians were wanting in.  The Colonel ordered them sent from the Fort, but Campbell County Sheriff argued that they should be admitted.

While they were arguing, 87 Indians with their ponies marched into the Fort, and complained loudly about their treatment in Bellevue, and their fear of the place. Little Bear related his dissatisfaction with Beveridge's payments to the Cree, and the Sheriff outlined the attachment issues.  Mayor Nogel of Bellevue had ordered the Indians out of town as a nuisance.

Also, a group in Bellevue masquerading as Kentucky's Governor Brown had told the Indians that if they were not out of the State in 10 hours they would be jailed.

Ultimately, Fort Thomas took them in.  Because, as the Gazette noted, “If anything is natural to the soldier of the regular army, it is the protection of the Indian.”  Right.  Anyway, negotiations with the wild west show Monday morning were broken by that afternoon, and the Indians refused to leave the Fort. They pitched their teepees accordingly.

On Tuesday, Everything Changes It was on Tuesday the 18th that the Fort was inspected by the touring Secretary of War, The Hon. Daniel S. Lamont.  The press does not report Major Cochran's reaction to being inspected by the Secretary of War after agreeing to take in 100 stranded Indians, but you can image it was not one of his better days.  After viewing a number of war dances put on by Little Bear and his retinue, Lamont washed his hands of the whole mess, saying “Pshaw! There's nothing to it.  The War Department has nothing whatever to do with Indians.  We only see them as enemies.  They get no supplies from us, nor can we issue any without orders of the Secretary of the Interior.”

Cochran and Lamont agreed to let them stay as long as a week, until they could get on their feet, at which point they would have to go home.

There were two other developments on Tuesday.  First, the Beveridge show, without the Crees, and now in Greensburg, Indiana, was served with a number of additional attachments.  The Enquirer reported that shows proprietors were in “a good hotel,” and that the rest of the show were “desperate” from “hunger.”

A man who had come to take the Indians back to the rest of their group in Cincinnati was accused of horse-theft by the cowboys with the show, but he was found not guilty.

The Beveridge show was originally funded by Montana's Colonel Beveridge, a man of wealth in Helena, Montana.  He turned it over to his son, and the show started performances in Joliet, Illinois.  On the 11th, the Enquirer names E. D. Colvin as the manager of the show, while the Gazette on the 12th reports a change of ownership in the show.

On the 18th the Gazette refers to Allen and Davenport as the owners, and Hamilton as the manager, but on the 21st, the Enquirer quotes Beveridge, who, as alleged owner, says he only leased the show, from a man named Wallace.

At the very least (and we apologize for the coming sentence), the shows management was a case of too many chiefs and not enough Indians.  The Beveridge Wildest West Show ceased to be in Greensburg, Indiana.

From the Greensburg Saturday Review, of Saturday, June 22, 1895:  “Beveridge’s Wildest West Show went to pieces here.  The show has not been a paying investment, it seems, as the projectors of the enterprise claim to have lost over $25,000 on the undertaking.  Notwithstanding this great expenditure, the actors and other attaches say they have not received their salaries for six weeks.  The show lost most of its Indians at Cincinnati, and has been having hard luck since.”

Four days later, the same paper said “This has been a stormy week so far as peace and quiet were concerned, the stranded Indians, cowboys, and general utility men of the wild west show seeing to it that the serenity did not grow oppressive.  There have been fights and lawsuits galore and the end is not yet.

The show has been attached by Cpt. A. H. Bogardus, and Clinton D. DeWitt for money due on salaries, and the prospects are that it will be tied up here until the September term of the Court.  The tents, poles, etc., have been moved to the Fair grounds to await results.”

The second event of Tuesday, was that the Cincinnati Zoo agreed to take the Cree.  87 Cree with their 65 ponies marched from Fort Thomas to the zoo about 6 pm on Tuesday evening, where they were to perform until they could afford to go home.  Secretary Lamont was reported to be pleased with the turn of events.  

At The Zoo
The zoo saw the exhibit as being in line with their mission.  In their 1896 annual report, the zoo noted “The exhibit of wild people is in line with zoology, and so, when we exhibit Indians, or South Sea Islanders, or Esquimaux, [sic - sound it out] or Arabians, or any wild or strange people in existence, we are keeping within our province as a zoological institution.”

The press reports nothing but idyllic pastoral scenes from the Indians at the zoo. The Cree performed every stereotypical scene the managers could think of, wearing “pseudo Plains clothing in untraditional ways,” wore feathers from the birds at the zoo, and the public response was enthusiastic.

They performed from mid-June to July 15, when they had made enough to return to the west. The zoo had had to sell of 25 acres of its location in 1886 to make ends meet, and operated close to the edge ever since it opened in 1873. But the Cree made $25,000 for the zoo, a serious sum in those days.

It was the best year, financially, the zoo had ever had to that date. The next year, 1896, the Zoo imported a number of Sioux to replicate the success with the Cree, but there was another Indian exhibit in town by then, it was a rainy summer, and that was the end of Indians at the zoo. The Cree returned to Montana, and remain, to this day, the only tribe to never sign a treaty with the white man.

All of the information above is from the Cincinnati Enquirer, the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette, and the Kentucky Post from June 9 through June 24, 1895. A shout out to Rachael Richardson for bringing this story to our attention.

Saturday, March 02, 2019

Larry Noman's Funeral (A Remembrance)

Larry Norman April 8, 1947 - February 24, 2008
I originally posted this on March 2nd, 2008. Larry had passed away a week earlier on February 24th, 2008. This was from an article posted by Dave Hollandsworth on the Yahoo Jesus Music board on March 1st, 2008. He wrote "Someone (Greg from Portland) just sent me this... "

Larry Norman



"What a gathering! Perhaps 500 (?) of us poured into a church in Salem, Oregon this morning to pay our respects to Larry.



The Program



As we entered we were handed 'circus programs' (instead of a boring pamphlet) that read:





Admit One Ticket to
 Larry's Going Away Party


"Larry Norman Presents: A Going Away Party." We were also handed an "admit one" ticket, a sheet of paper on which we were to write notes to Larry's family, most notably any future grandchildren.





Only Visiting This Planet
 In Another Land
Also, depending on which door you entered by we were given an  Only Visiting this Planet CD,  an album that was Inducted Into The Gospel Music Hall Of Fame, the 2001 version or In Another Land,  the 30th Anniversary Edition CD. It was a gathering of friends, family and fans alike.


Inside of The Program

As people caught up with one another organ music filled the air. Then, all of a sudden...

SCREEEEEEETCH! It was the sound of a record player needle ripping across vinyl.

And then his voice that brought to mind these words he wrote:


"I ain't knocking the hymns, 
Just give me a song that has a beat. 
I ain't knocking the hymns, 
Just give me a song that moves my feet." 

The organ music was designed to be a "funeral march". So much so that I commented on it to a friend who attended the service with me.

The screech was followed by Larry's voice singing:

"I don't like none of those funeral marches I ain't dead yet!" 

Larry's Mother


What followed was a wonderful montage of music, photographs, and videos of Larry throughout his life. Friends and family spoke and there were a few performances.

After it was all over we ate hot dogs, popcorn and Cracker Jacks and M and;M's. A party! Just like Larry wanted.




Larry's Family
Thanks to Charles and Kristin for your efforts! I'm thinking of you.

There were few industry people there. I recognized Alex McDougal (drummer on Larry's 1979 tour) and Dan the keyboard player from his 1986 tour. Donnie and Michael Gossett from Salvation Air Force were also in attendance. I also saw one reporter.


Larry's Sister and Mother
Some of the most memorable moments for me were: A pastor from Portsmouth who started his first speaking segment with a word given to him by the Lord: phenomenal.

"Larry was phenomenal because he served a phenomenal God. He also sang (he was the first to admit that he doesn't sing well) the first song he heard Larry Sing "Sweet, Sweet Song of Salvation."  He encouraged us to join him on the choruses.

An old school friend of Larry's, said, "...that we live life as a dash. When you look at a gravestone you see the birth year and year of death separated by a dash. The years are not important, it's the dash that is important. Larry had a great dash."

Larry Norman Obituary
Kristin Norman (Charles' wife) and her musical partner in the Fjord Motor Company sang a few Norwegian folk songs that Larry enjoyed accompanied by a saw player and later Larry's brother, Charles Norman.

Larry's sisters, Nancy and Kristi sang a song that Larry wrote about a trip to the circus to end the tributes.

The pastor from Portsmouth closed the speaking moments off reminding us that we need to live our lives out loud.

After this, we got to do a karakoke (following a bouncing ball until the guitar solo) to "The Rock That Doesn't Roll".  Everyone was singing, and a few tears were flowing as well.

The closing photo and video montage was amazing. "The Sun Began to Rain" was played over photos of a Larry up to about age five.

Then a photo of a  slightly older Larry was backed by one of Larry's rare songs, I can't recall the title.

This was followed by "Looking for the footprints" backed late teens/late 1960s photos.


Then the seventies and eighties and photos and video footage began. The photo that they left us with was one taken from behind Larry during a performance, from about where the drum kit should have been.



Larry Norman

It was black and white and all you could see was spotlight on Larry and Larry standing with his guitar. I suspect it was from the seventies but could have been any time early in his career.


See you there Larry.