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From the New York Times and Frank Bruni. I LOVE “For the Love of Sentences”

From the New York Times and Frank Bruni. I LOVE “For the Love of Sentences”

For the Love of Sentences

Joyce Dopkeen/The New York Times

For just this week, as a gift to ourselves, let’s have a politics-free edition of this feature. And let’s begin on a musical note. In The News & Observer of Raleigh, N.C., Josh Shaffer pondered the peculiarity of the bagpipe, “shaped like an octopus in plaid pants, sounding to some like a goose with its foot caught in an escalator and played during history’s most lopsided battles — by the losing side.” (Thanks to Mardy Grothe of Southern Pines, N.C., and Pam James of Durham, N.C., among others, for nominating this.)

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On to matters demographic. In The Washington Post, Andrew Van Dam examined Michigan’s boom-and-bust cycles, noting: “In 1950 and 1960, it still ranked in the top 15 for growth, as its factories vacuumed up workers from around the country and spat out cornflakes and Chryslers.” Later, though, “fan-belt production gave way to rust-belt destruction.” (Ellen Herman, Berkeley Heights, N.J.)

Also in The Washington Post, Ron Charles looked back at Norman Mailer, who “belonged to a time when writers could be jerks — and worse. He was virile, vile and viral.” Charles added: “Perhaps it’s a mercy that Mailer died just a few months after Twitter captured the public’s attention. Were the Great American Novelist alive today, the furies would peck his bones bare.” (Marc Gunther, Bethesda, Md.)

In The New Yorker, Anthony Lane reviewed the documentary “Turn Every Page,” about the writer Robert Caro’s relationship with the editor Robert Gottlieb: “The movie is directed by Gottlieb’s daughter, Lizzie Gottlieb, who was forbidden, by her two subjects, to film them in scribente delicto, as they toil over a manuscript. ‘They said the work between a writer and an editor is too private,’ she tells us. (I sniff an opportunity here for an underground trade: basement peepshows, where you feed a nickel into a slot and watch one guy remove another guy’s dangling participles.)” (Trena Cleland, Eugene, Ore.)

In The Atlantic, Tom Nichols flashed back to “Match Game,” a television hit from the 1970s, “when people dressed like their home appliances in a riot of autumn rust, harvest gold, and avocado green.” (Tina Seibel, Upper Gwynedd, Penn., and Nancy Dolan, Oxnard, Calif., among others)

In The Herald-Mail, Tim Rowland analyzed Bed Bath & Beyond’s closing of scores of stores: “Even in the best of times, no one paid full price for anything at BBB due to its ubiquitous discount mailers. In fact, there are aboriginal tribes in Malaysia whose only contact with the outside world is a 20 percent off coupon for Bed Bath & Beyond.” Also: “On the very rare chance you didn’t have one, the person in front of you in line would invariably try to pass one (or six) off on you, whether you wanted them or not. For years, BBB coupons were the zucchini of retail.” (George Gale, Peru, N.Y.)

In the Connecticut Post, Keith Raffel urged a reappraisal of what law schools teach, so that students “see the practice of law fundamentally as a calling to do justice, not simply as a portal to power and plenty.” (Susan Samuelson, Boston)

In The Globe & Mail of Toronto, Cathal Kelly reflected on Novak Djokovic’s defeat of Stefanos Tsitsipas to win the Australian Open: “On paper, Tsitsipas is the future of the sport. He’s a bigger Federer, a sort of Greek Army Knife of tennis weapons. But every time he faces Djokovic, he looks like a guy with his arm extended in horror while a slow-moving steamroller comes at him.” (Barbara Love, Kingston, Ontario)

And in The Times, Margaret Renkl examined the nature of grief: “For six months my father was dying, and then he kept dying for two years more. I was still working and raising a family, but running beneath the thin soil of my own life was a river of death.” (David Calfee, Lake Forest, Ill.)

To nominate favorite bits of recent writing from The Times or other publications to be mentioned in “For the Love of Sentences,” please use this link to email me and include your name and place of residence.

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The thing about oral histories is . . .

The thing about oral histories is . . .

We’re transcribing an oral history and we can’t understand something the interviewee is saying. So I decided to search the internet for another interview. Some of these veterans have been interviewed multiple times, and sometimes you can pick up an indecipherable word from another interview.

I was just listening to the word. I didn’t realize this gentleman had won the Congressional Medal of Honor. He was a Japanese-American during World War 2. He was born in Hawaii, as he said, he was as American as anybody else. But he was drafted, but he was kept on a cleaning detail, cleaning the road, sweeping the officer’s quadrant, things like that. After Pearl Harbor, they were shipped to Wisconsin, to a compound fenced with barbed-wire, so their first thought was that they were being sent to a concentration camp.

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But later in his service, this happened. Mr. Hayashi was a private, relegated to cleaning duty. They were shipped to Oran to guard supply trains. He volunteered to join the all-Nisei 100th Battalion. Then this happened.

World War II – U.S. Army

SHIZUYA HAYASHI

DETAILS

RANK: PRIVATE

CONFLICT/ERA: WORLD WAR II

UNIT/COMMAND:
COMPANY A,
100TH INFANTRY BATTALION (SEPARATE)

MILITARY SERVICE BRANCH: U.S. ARMY

MEDAL OF HONOR ACTION DATE: NOVEMBER 29, 1943

MEDAL OF HONOR ACTION PLACE: NEAR CERASUOLO, ITALY

CITATION

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. Private Shizuya Hayashi distinguished himself by extraordinary heroism in action on 29 November 1943, near Cerasuolo, Italy. During a flank assault on high ground held by the enemy, Private Hayashi rose alone in the face of grenade, rifle, and machine gun fire. Firing his automatic rifle from the hip, he charged and overtook an enemy machine gun position, killing seven men in the nest and two more as they fled. After his platoon advanced 200 yards from this point, an enemy antiaircraft gun opened fire on the men. Private Hayashi returned fire at the hostile position, killing nine of the enemy, taking four prisoners, and forcing the remainder of the force to withdraw from the hill. Private Hayashi’s extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the United States Army.

USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT NICK DELCALZO

ADDITIONAL DETAILS

ACCREDITED TO: WAIALUA, OAHU, HONOLULU COUNTY

AWARDED POSTHUMOUSLY: NO

PRESENTATION DATE & DETAILS: JUNE 21, 2000
THE WHITE HOUSE – PRESENTED BY PRESIDENT WILLIAM J. CLINTON

BORN: NOVEMBER 28, 1917, WAIALUA, OAHU, HONOLULU COUNTY

DIED: MARCH 12, 2008, PEARL CITY, HI, UNITED STATES

BURIED: NATIONAL MEMORIAL CEMETERY OF THE PACIFIC, HONOLULU, HI, UNITED STATES

PHOTO GALLERY

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The thing about oral histories is . . .

The thing about oral histories is . . .

We’re transcribing an oral history and we can’t understand something the interviewee is saying. So I decided to search the internet for another interview. Some of these veterans have been interviewed multiple times, and sometimes you can pick up an indecipherable word from another interview.

I was just listening to the word. I didn’t realize this gentleman had won the Congressional Medal of Honor. He was a Japanese-American during World War 2. He was born in Hawaii, as he said, he was as American as anybody else. But he was drafted, but he was kept on a cleaning detail, cleaning the road, sweeping the officer’s quadrant, things like that. After Pearl Harbor, they were shipped to Wisconsin, to a compound fenced with barbed-wire, so their first thought was that they were being sent to a concentration camp.

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But later in his service, this happened. Mr. Hayashi was a private, relegated to cleaning duty. They were shipped to Oran to guard supply trains. He volunteered to join the all-Nisei 100th Battalion. Then this happened.

World War II – U.S. Army

SHIZUYA HAYASHI

DETAILS

RANK: PRIVATE

CONFLICT/ERA: WORLD WAR II

UNIT/COMMAND:
COMPANY A,
100TH INFANTRY BATTALION (SEPARATE)

MILITARY SERVICE BRANCH: U.S. ARMY

MEDAL OF HONOR ACTION DATE: NOVEMBER 29, 1943

MEDAL OF HONOR ACTION PLACE: NEAR CERASUOLO, ITALY

CITATION

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. Private Shizuya Hayashi distinguished himself by extraordinary heroism in action on 29 November 1943, near Cerasuolo, Italy. During a flank assault on high ground held by the enemy, Private Hayashi rose alone in the face of grenade, rifle, and machine gun fire. Firing his automatic rifle from the hip, he charged and overtook an enemy machine gun position, killing seven men in the nest and two more as they fled. After his platoon advanced 200 yards from this point, an enemy antiaircraft gun opened fire on the men. Private Hayashi returned fire at the hostile position, killing nine of the enemy, taking four prisoners, and forcing the remainder of the force to withdraw from the hill. Private Hayashi’s extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the United States Army.

USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT NICK DELCALZO

ADDITIONAL DETAILS

ACCREDITED TO: WAIALUA, OAHU, HONOLULU COUNTY

AWARDED POSTHUMOUSLY: NO

PRESENTATION DATE & DETAILS: JUNE 21, 2000
THE WHITE HOUSE – PRESENTED BY PRESIDENT WILLIAM J. CLINTON

BORN: NOVEMBER 28, 1917, WAIALUA, OAHU, HONOLULU COUNTY

DIED: MARCH 12, 2008, PEARL CITY, HI, UNITED STATES

BURIED: NATIONAL MEMORIAL CEMETERY OF THE PACIFIC, HONOLULU, HI, UNITED STATES

PHOTO GALLERY

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Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop

Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop

Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop hosted by the Lawrence B. De Graaf Center for Oral and Public History at Cal State University, Fullerton

by Natalie Garcia

Interested in starting your own oral history project?

Join us for a virtual workshop on oral history methodology. Dr. Natalie Fousekis will lead a virtual workshop on oral history methodology on Saturday, February 25. This workshop will introduce participants to the preparation, recording, transcription, and archival organization of oral histories, and will include time for discussion and Q&A!

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Speaker: Dr. Natalie Fousekis

Saturday, February 25, 2023

10:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m. PST on ZOOM

Click this link to register

A Zoom link will be sent to participants the week of the workshop.

For any inquiries, please contact us at coph@fullerton.edu or 657-278-3580. 

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Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop

Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop

Capturing the Spoken Word: A Virtual Oral History Workshop hosted by the Lawrence B. De Graaf Center for Oral and Public History at Cal State University, Fullerton

by Natalie Garcia

Interested in starting your own oral history project?

Join us for a virtual workshop on oral history methodology. Dr. Natalie Fousekis will lead a virtual workshop on oral history methodology on Saturday, February 25. This workshop will introduce participants to the preparation, recording, transcription, and archival organization of oral histories, and will include time for discussion and Q&A!

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Speaker: Dr. Natalie Fousekis

Saturday, February 25, 2023

10:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m. PST on ZOOM

Click this link to register

A Zoom link will be sent to participants the week of the workshop.

For any inquiries, please contact us at coph@fullerton.edu or 657-278-3580. 

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Cattywampus and Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes

Cattywampus and Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes

Darndest was a word a transcriptionist asked me about a few weeks ago—well, actually it was doggoned-est! Merriam-Webster actually lists doggoned, but we had to figure out how to add the “est.” I thought a hyphen captured the spirit of the expression best. Doggonedest looks weird and indecipherable. The gentleman saying doggoned-est wasn’t trying to be weird or obscure; he was remembering his frustration. These oral histories were collected in the 2000s, but the speakers fought in World War 2, and their speech habits often reflect that. I think when they are reflecting on times long gone, they remember their old speech habits, too.

Cattywampus came up in the context of trying to reach people without letting the message fall apart or go cattywampus. This one wasn’t from an oral history, it was from a sermon we transcribed. The audience for whom the message was intended seems too sophisticated for the word, but that’s based on my understanding of cattywampus’ it seems like a very old-fashioned Americanism. Cattywampus is listed in Merriam-Webster as a variation of catawampus, and the first definition is fierce, savage, destructive. I’m not familiar with that sense of cattywampus or even the word catawampus; I’ve always heard cattywampus used in the sense of confused or awry, the second definition listed; I think of everything falling apart when I hear cattywampus.

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That second definition, confused or awry, also refers to cater-cornered, as in awry. I’ve always heard catty-cornered, but Merriam-Webster lists only kitty-cornered. Catty-corner means diagonally across a square, right? Merriam-Webster lists this fascinating entymology:

Catercorner gets its first element from the Middle French noun quatre, meaning “four,” which English speakers modified to cater and applied to the four-dotted side of a die—a side important in several winning combinations in dice games. Perhaps because the four spots on a die can suggest an X, cater eventually came to be used dialectically with the meaning of “diagonal” or “diagonally”; cater was then combined with corner to form catercorner. Eventually the variants kitty-corner and catty-corner, which are now the more common forms, developed. Despite all appearances, these terms bear no etymological relation to our feline friends.

I’m sure my blind cat, Mr. Isaac Newton, will be disappointed to hear that. He thinks every word bears an etymological relation to cats! And I wonder what winning combinations they’re referring to—games where 11 wins, certainly.

When I was growing up in northeastern Ohio, we used catty-corner to identify which house we were referring to, north east corner was way too complicated. The preferred method was to identify one of the houses to establish a base, then identify the house that was catty-corner from there. It wasn’t until I moved to the southern U.S. that I encountered cattywampus.

The Sunday-go-to-meeting comment came up from a gentleman who fought in World War II. He talked about racing to get to a dance at the Y while he was in high school before he went off to the war. He said he worked in a grocery store, Kennedy’s Butter & Egg Store, stores that used to be well-known in the New England area. You could get fresh eggs, and the butter came in big tubs. Customers would come in and ask for a pound and you’d cut out a piece of butter for them. He’d work on Saturdays, then race home to change and get to the dance. He’d have his clothes all laid out so he could make it to the dance quickly, and remembered one evening when his younger brother changed into the clothes and went off to the dance! As our interviewee remembered it, he was glad his brother survived the incident!

The kind of travel we’re so used to was uncommon then. A lot of these men—and the interviewees are almost all white men; women, Asian, or Black soldiers were interviewed, but their oral histories are few and far between—had barely traveled 50 miles before they went to the war. They heard about the bombing of Pearl Harbor on the radio, if they had one, or read about it in the newspaper.

Their remembered speech patterns reflect that parochialism, just the expression a dance at the Y can be hard to decipher today. Our most prevalent reference to the YMCA is the song by The Village People.

Capturing these expressions is part time travel. The people who are telling their stories are transported back to a time long ago. And when we listen, we’re trying to connect to that time and place.

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