Pickpockets follow Ringling Circus, police told
Detectives sent to Santa Ana, travel with circus on its way to L.A., investigate. Los Angeles Times, October 6, 1904
Odds and Ends. Tidbits. Miscellaneous.
In response to a query on a previous post: there is no connection between Albion, Michigan and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, except the purely personal. And the fact that I found a clipping file on Albion for 1904.
When the banks closed, my grandfather and Dr. Kellog had been warned in advance by their friend Henry Ford, and so my grandfather drove to Albion where my aunt was attending Albion College and was, as you can imagine, utterly delighted with the suitcase of money he brought her because none of the young women in her sorority house had heard the news. About the Crash or the banks closing.
It was also said, in the times that followed, that my grandmother would go over and distract Mrs. Kellogg in the mornings and keep her occupied inside because they all lived in Battle Creek and there were cereal lines instead of bread lines and Dr. Kellogg didn't want his wife seeing the hungry people on the street and getting upset.
During the War, there was a sharp contrast between life in Battle Creek (where the Sanitarium was converted to the Percy Jones War Hospital) and life in Pittsburgh where the steel mills ran non-stop. Amputees and wheelchairs and crutches in one town, and dark as night by four in the afternoon from the mills pumping out smoke in the other.
Just, you know, if like me you were still thinking in terms of that disconnected surreal "circus" element Life can send your way. Watch your pockets!
Meanwhile, there are a number of new "LINKS" added to the Blogroll to the right, which I encourage you to explore. My new favorite is the Guardian's Art Blog which runs wonderful pieces by bloggers of all sorts and types, some of them completely adorable based on their little headshots -- and their charming wordplay, of course. Sam Wollaston for instance reviews the previous evenings television programs. His latest, on the program about Armin Meiwes, led me to the discovery that there are chat rooms for cannibals. Who knew?
Of course JC assured me that there is no fetish or interest too minor not to have inspired its own chat room and presumably a blog or two. Which cheered me up immensely. My mother always said that someday I would meet people like me -- the implication being that there weren't all that many where we happened to be at the time. And how right she was.
No, I'm not a cannibal, silly. But if they can have a chat room, then surely there's hope for people who like a bit of history and Nancy Mitford novels and Jacques Demy films (Last night I watched "The Young Girls of Rochefort" again -- talk about a circus coming to town!).
See? Just look at the choices we have now.
Odds and Ends. Tidbits. Miscellaneous.
In response to a query on a previous post: there is no connection between Albion, Michigan and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, except the purely personal. And the fact that I found a clipping file on Albion for 1904.
When the banks closed, my grandfather and Dr. Kellog had been warned in advance by their friend Henry Ford, and so my grandfather drove to Albion where my aunt was attending Albion College and was, as you can imagine, utterly delighted with the suitcase of money he brought her because none of the young women in her sorority house had heard the news. About the Crash or the banks closing.
It was also said, in the times that followed, that my grandmother would go over and distract Mrs. Kellogg in the mornings and keep her occupied inside because they all lived in Battle Creek and there were cereal lines instead of bread lines and Dr. Kellogg didn't want his wife seeing the hungry people on the street and getting upset.
During the War, there was a sharp contrast between life in Battle Creek (where the Sanitarium was converted to the Percy Jones War Hospital) and life in Pittsburgh where the steel mills ran non-stop. Amputees and wheelchairs and crutches in one town, and dark as night by four in the afternoon from the mills pumping out smoke in the other.
Just, you know, if like me you were still thinking in terms of that disconnected surreal "circus" element Life can send your way. Watch your pockets!
Meanwhile, there are a number of new "LINKS" added to the Blogroll to the right, which I encourage you to explore. My new favorite is the Guardian's Art Blog which runs wonderful pieces by bloggers of all sorts and types, some of them completely adorable based on their little headshots -- and their charming wordplay, of course. Sam Wollaston for instance reviews the previous evenings television programs. His latest, on the program about Armin Meiwes, led me to the discovery that there are chat rooms for cannibals. Who knew?
Of course JC assured me that there is no fetish or interest too minor not to have inspired its own chat room and presumably a blog or two. Which cheered me up immensely. My mother always said that someday I would meet people like me -- the implication being that there weren't all that many where we happened to be at the time. And how right she was.
No, I'm not a cannibal, silly. But if they can have a chat room, then surely there's hope for people who like a bit of history and Nancy Mitford novels and Jacques Demy films (Last night I watched "The Young Girls of Rochefort" again -- talk about a circus coming to town!).
See? Just look at the choices we have now.
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