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Land: True Wealth by Samuel E. Warren Jr,

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New Year, New Priorities – Land

 

 

 

 

Land:

True

Wealth

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Blue Diamond

This large blue diamond made of glass came out of the Crater of Diamonds State Park Gift Shop in Murfreesboro, Arkansas. The Crater of Diamonds is one of the few diamond mines in the world that allows members of the public to try an dig a diamond out of the Land. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

If the Land outside your window is hidden under a deep blanket of snow, then, January is not the time you will think about Land.

 

If monsoon rain is falling heavy outside your window and a gully of water is standing in your yard, then, January is not the time you will think of Land.  January Monsoon Rain_resized

 

This January 2013 Monsoon Rain Shower drips off my roof in the Philippines.

Land should be a subject that is taught in every school on planet earth. Real Estate should always be the Ultimate Business Of Planet Earth.

 

After all, property taxes pay for public schools from teacher’s salaries to the number of softballs stored in the gymnasium.

 

Real Estate should always be the “Ultimate Business Of Planet Earth” because there is only a definite amount of Land on the planet. Wars are waged for the control and ownership of Land.

 

The availability of Land determines where a school will be built and whether it will sprawl out along the horizon or rise upward into the sky.

 

The availability of a parcel of real estate will determine if it can be used for mining,farming, housing or a business.

 

There are no real estate offices in the Arctic and the Antarctic because the weather and environment keep the Land as giant ice cubes.

 

The world’s large deserts, the Sahara, Gobi and Mojave, are “wasted space” due to the extreme temperatures, but, people still try to live and thrive in these giant “Kitty Litter Boxes.”

 

Wars are fought for Land and the outcome decides if a student will learn his ancestor’s native customs and languages or if the child will have to learn a completely different language, culture and history.

 

Land is the greatest source of “True Wealth” in the world.

 

Food in the form of grain, vegetables, fruit and livestock all rely on Land.

 

Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, opals and other precious gemstones and minerals are mined out of the Land.

 

Natural gas to heat your homes and schools comes out of the Land. Petroleum refined out of the Land is the fuel and lubricant for aircraft, ships and automobiles.

 

Late December and early January is a perfect time to think about Land. Severe winter weather in one part of the world will reveal where the snow drifts on the Land.

 

In another part of the world, severe winter weather will reveal Land that floods and Land where water stands.

 

Earth is a living planet. Plant a seed in the soil and the seed grows.

 

Over time, Earth decides to shift and change a section of terrain and the result is Landslides, earthquakes, volcanoes and tsunamis. Land changes over time.

 

 

Life’s Land Lottery

 

Land is crucial to human and animal Life.

 

Fate allows you to be born into a family, who lives on a certain piece of Land at a certain place on the planet. Your childhood will be full of stories of how you learned to live with the weather and Land.

 

In Life, at some point, you may decide to travel and visit other Land, close to your home or oceans away. The weather and terrain of that Land will have an effect on you as you learn to play “Life’s Land Lottery.”

 

Face it. You need Land to farm to raise livestock and crops to feed people. You need Land to build homes for people to live in and buildings for people to work in. And, of course, oil, minerals and precious gemstones come from Land.

 

Research a parcel of Land anywhere on the planet and you will discover through the years it has been fertilized by “blood.” People throughout history have fought and died for Land.

 

Battlefields, Boardrooms, Banks – Land Lovers

 

Whether the War For Land is waged on a battlefield, in a boardroom, in a bank, in a lawyer’s office, or in court, Land is “True Wealth.”

 

Land does not physically disappear in virtual “Enron schemes” and “electronic percentage points from day to day.”

 

You can stand on a piece of Land and hunker down and rub the soil between your fingers.

 

In Life’s Land Lottery, if you reach down and pick up a handful of dirt, then, look at the soil. Is it dark, black soil rich in vegetable matter ? Is it old red clay that sticks to and stains your fingers ?

 

Do tiny pebbles that fall out of the soil ? Or are you standing there with dusty, gray soil that vanishes in a breeze like cigarette smoke and you are left holding dusty sharp flint rocks in your hand ?

 

The geography and topography of planet Earth is exciting, but, modern man in his mundane early 21st Century virtual electronic existence has gotten to the point that Land seems to be the asphalt surface you park your car on.

 

Mankind believes that humans can control Land. Wrong.

 

Drive by an abandoned office building. If you have the chance to park and walk past an out of business building like an old gas station, notice how Mother Nature has already began her “foreclosure” procedure as the weeds and tall grass returns.

 

Nature has it’s own “Redistribution Of Wealth” procedures to begin to reclaim abandoned and unused Land. Step back and ask yourself, “Where did the Land and Water of planet Earth come from ?”

 

Boom, Boom Babylon

 

As a child, in school, I was taught “The Big Bang Theory.” I never bought into it.

 

The Big Bang Theory suggests God threw a grenade and the shrapnel became the planets and the solar system.

 

Who or What was God throwing a grenade at ?

 

God And The GTO

 

Another theory of life suggests, basically: Spontaneous Combustion.

 

Imagine. God on his back on the board-like device with the small wheels that you ease under an automobile. God is under his GTO tightening bolts and checking out the suspension.

 

Even The Creator Of The Universe knows Preventive Maintenance will make your automobile last longer and run smoother. Besides, God knows His GTO is a “Babe Magnet.”

 

After a morning of working on His “Goat”, He rolls out from under His pristine, precision GTO.

 

God grins at His GTO. He is proud of His wrench and ratchet work.

 

God stretches his masculine physique in the athletic white muscle T shirt and glances at his six pack abs in the shop mirror. He decides He needs to change His T-shirt and denim jeans before His date.

 

God puts His wrenches back in the drawers of His standing red tool chest. He check out His hair in the shop mirror and runs His fingers through it. His whiff of honest sweat reminds Him it is time to grab a shower, before His date.

 

God wipes the grease off His cheek on to the traditional pink shop rag.

 

He glances up at the garage clock and wipes the oil and grease off of His hands on to the shop rag. He tosses the rag in the corner. The rag lands on top of the plastic barrel full of other oily rags.

 

God steps out of the garage and into the house to get ready for His date. Tick tock and minutes on the shop clock pass.

 

Suddenly, Whoosh !

 

The oily rags smolder and burst into flames.

 

The spontaneous combustion creates Life.

 

The Creator Of The Universe does all the meticulous research to Create Life. Then, because God has a “Hot Date”, He just sluffs off Creation – and let’s Life “Spontaneously Com bust” into planets, galaxies and humans.

 

I ain’t buying the “Spontaneous Combustion” theory of Life.

 

Earth’s Day One

 

If you are looking for a “scientific”, “In The Beginning”, theory of “How Life Began?”, the explanations still seems like scientists, archaeologists and other experts are still trying to “shoehorn” mathematical equations into fairy tales.

 

Scientists still have different theories, but, they still seem to be scratching their heads for a theory that seems rationale.

 

Land is a vital component of human Life and the working answers of “Where It All Began” and “How It All Came About” is still a hodge podge of “best guesses.”

 

The Mother Of All Cities

 

 

I decided to find out at least if Sumer was still the oldest civilization like I had been taught in grade school.

 

Tradition and the religious world still suggests that “Human Life” began around the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates river.

 

You need water for Life to cook, bathe, shower, wash, to sail ships for travel and to transport cargo; so it is logical that Life would of began around a body of water.

 

However, there are many oceans and large rivers in the world.

 

The Mesopotamia idea may simply be that these humans learned to write and document their civilization before other humans.

 

It seems logical that a Universal Force ready to start Life on planet earth would have had more than one location in mind to try to “seed the human race.”

 

Sumer, apparently remains the best known of the ancient civilizations, but, scientists and archaeologists are also considering that humans might have been “born” at other locations on the planet at about the same time.

 

I discovered archaeologists are looking for “A Mother Of All Cities.”

 

The overall theory of the Super City is it seems scientists and archaeologists are trying to find the “Ancient New York City”.

 

A city that served as the global subway, rail-yard, airport, and seaport. The Super City would have been the ultimate Global Travel Agency that allowed the ancients to leave from the initial starting point to travel throughout the ancient world.

 

Of course, the Super City theory assumed that the city would be a “Fort Apache Complex” with high walls, battlements and defensive systems to protect the inhabitants.

 

An Indus Valley location and The Lost Pyramids of Caral both look like either of these cities could of been “The Mother Of All Cities.”

 

Scientists and archaeologists seemed surprised to find those two locations seemed more like “Five Star Hotels” or “1960s Hippie Communes” by their “utopian” facilities and their lack of traditional defensive systems.

 

 

 

Uncle Sam In Mammoth Skin ?

 

I remember the Christopher Columbus and Lief Erickson stories from grade school.

 

One quirk of social studies that bugged me as a kid and now as an adult is while civilizations were supposedly coming to life in Africa, China and different places around the globe, one of the largest Land masses of the planet, essentially sits “vacant.”

 

The huge island called the United States of America that sits between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean.

 

While the ancient peoples of earth are inhabiting other land masses and islands, this huge piece of real estate just remains uninhabited on the globe.

 

Granted, there was the old “Sail Off The Edge Of The Square World Fear” and there were “The Sea Serpent Stories” of giant sea monsters in the uncharted waters, but human nature shows that greed finds a way to deal with fear.

 

Daring, Dynamic Dove

 

Humankind has always had a “Global Dumb Luck Factor.”

 

The story of “The Flood” tells that a dove found “the dry Land.”

 

Set aside the religious aspect of the story, for a moment, and consider the size of the planet. The diameter of the earth at the equator is 7,926.41 miles (12,756.32 kilometers).

 

How long and how far would the bird have to fly to reach dry Land ?

 

The bird takes off into the sky and there are 360 degrees that the bird can fly. Without a compass, sextant or Global Positioning System in place, the dove finds dry Land ?

 

Even independent of a religious theme; what are the odds that a dove could find dry Land on a Flooded World ?

 

The radius of earth at the poles is 3,950 miles. The surface area of the earth is 196,939,900 miles. It seems astronomical that a dove could find dry Land.

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor

 

The majority of the ancient world is being populated with people. Alexander The Great conquers “The Known World.” Rome rises into an empire. Rome deploys her military legions around the planet.

 

Meanwhile, the huge Land mass of the USA is suppose to be just sitting on the globe untouched. The 2.3 billion acres of the Good Ole USA, occupies a major portion of the planet. The Creation Force Of The Universe, called God, just decides, “I’m going to keep this real estate in reserve for future generations.”

 

Perhaps, God decides, “Let’s see which of these humans are smart enough to circumnavigate the globe and discover this large land mass ?”

World history proves human nature is greedy and selfish. If any of the ancient races suspected there was a major chunk of real estate that had not been “claimed” then they would of set sail in a heartbeat.

 

Once Columbus’ discovery became common knowledge, other nations began upgrading their navies and putting out to sea. English, Dutch, French and Spanish all set sail for the New World with their flags, settlers and a sizable military contingent.

 

The greed, conquest and expansion of the ancient empires and civilizations of The Known World would not have knowing overlooked the 2.3 billion acres of US real estate that sits unused and undiscovered until 1492 ?

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor should of come into play at some point from Year Zero until 1492.

 

It is unbelievable that from Year Zero until 1492 a shipwreck survivor did not wash up on to the shores of The East Coast, The West Coast, or The Gulf Of Mexico.

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor should of at some point blew a ship off course into the United States.

 

At some point from Year Zero until 1492, at least one captain would of made a human error in chart computation. At least one captain would of accidentally misread the compass or sextant.

 

What are the chances that from Year Zero until 1492 that the captains and sailors of The Seven Seas never accidentally “ran aground” on the shores of the United States?

 

The archeology of the world seems to want to suggests that Uncle Sam, wears his mammoth skin, sits in his cave gnaws on a dinosaur bone and patiently waits to be discovered.

 

Horsefeathers !

 

The Rainbow Bridge

 

In grade school, we were taught people came over a “Land Bridge” to spread out over the good ole USA.

 

What are the chances an ancient race of humans, out for a Sunday afternoon stroll stumble upon a natural version of The Golden Gate Bridge?

 

Imagine a cave man, Grog, and his cave girl friend,Wowha, are sitting on a rock staring at the horizon.

 

He wants to bonk her on the head and drag her by her hair to his cave. However, Grog’s mother tells him the old barbarian ways are not always the best.

 

Thus, poor Grog, the cave man has to sit on the rock and grunt at his girl friend. Wowah. She sits on the same big rock and stares at the horizon. A rainbow appears and they both notice the broken ground on the horizon rises up.

 

They gesture and point at one another. They grunt and jump up and down.

 

Wowah ! Look ! Wide rock !”

 

Grog ! It is a bridge !”

 

She moves toward the rainbow and the bridge on the horizon. Grog still hasn’t got the hang of walking upright, so he apes along behind her.

 

He grunts, pats his head and rubs his stomach. Wowah shakes her head. “You always hungry. First, we cross bridge.”

 

Grog stares at the wide rock and Wowah is half way across the land bridge. Grog grabs his club and grunts, “Hungee. I need mammoth steak.”

 

Wowah stands on the other side. Grog apes on across the land bridge.

 

Wowah nods. “I like it here.”

 

She steps off to the left.

 

Wait ! Where you go ?”

 

She shrugs at Grog. “I’m staying. I’m going to find me a cave.”

 

He starts to ape after her. “Where are you going,” Wowah grunts ?

 

With you,” grunts Grog and points.

 

Wowah shakes her head No. “Find your own cave.”

 

Grog sits down and scratches his head. Then, he looks around and Wowah is gone. He scratches his head, rises and drags his big club behind him. He doesn’t cross back over the bridge. He apes past it.

 

Got ta’ find Mammoth. Hungee.”

 

I thought “The Land Bridge” was a dumb idea as a kid. As an adult it still sounds like a dumb idea.

 

Alien Astronauts ?

 

In a massive cosmos, it seems hard to believe that the academic community can’t at least consider that an extraterrestrial race did their version of a “Lunar Landing” on earth. Perhaps, they just planted a flag and took off for another destination.

 

Then, again, maybe ancient America was a celestial rail yard, where alien ships and vessels from other planets arrived to use the planet for “Rest And Recreation,” as in “Shore Leave.”

 

Alien astronauts could of used earth as a ship building or repair facility. They might even of used earth as a resupply point in their exploration of the galaxy.

 

Earthlings like Ezekiel might of caused the alien astronauts to rethink using America and the rest of earth as a base of operations.

 

Perhaps, the ET astronauts just forward deployed their exploration and commerce forces deeper into the cosmos and no longer had a need for earth as a base of operations.

 

Earthlings went to the moon in 1969. The earthlings didn’t build a base of operations on the moon. Earthling astronauts still plan to travel to Mars and other planets and the moon is not mentioned as a base of operations.

Native Americans and Egyptians

It is interesting to note how ancient Egyptians and some Native American tribes seem to have a similar taste in fashion in the sense of length of hair and a working comfortable climate sensitive wardrobe.

 

Maybe, Ancient Americans, Egyptians and Native Americans are the descendants of Alien Astronauts ?

 

At least, that would explain why Native Americans always seemed so much more laid back about Life than other civilizations.

 

While other civilizations were creating writing, Native Americans were passing on knowledge from one generation to the next by vocal storytelling, rather than writing it down.

Saunter Across The Border

A traditional migration theory suggests people in Central America when they found the time just gradually moved up into Mexico, Texas and got around to eventually strolling around into states like Arkansas and Missouri.

 

It seems impossible to imagine this huge hunk of real estate called North America just sat uninhabited on the globe while Life was supposedly spreading elsewhere around the globe in large continents like China and Russia and settling on islands in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.

 

My curiosity got the best of me and I started researching to find out if there are any better theories about Life in Ancient America before Native Americans.

 

Life in Ancient America seems to remain a mystery.

 

Who came before the Native Americans ?

 

Who are the ancestors of the Native Americans ?

 

The Alien Astronauts shooting “touch and go” flights into and out of Roswell, New Mexico, before the arrival of Native Americans may seem extreme.

 

However, a Land Bridge across a river over ocean for decades or centuries seems kind of far-fetched, when you consider how quickly an earthquake or a tsunami can change terrain.

 

Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes’ Dance

 

Scientists and archaeologists are still searching for the clues to complete the puzzle of Life. Meanwhile, the Doomsday Dudes still dance around shouting, “The End Is Near !”

 

Before a New Year, there are the newspapers, magazines, TV stations and Internet sources that do “The Year In Review” to look back and do “The Predictions” of what to expect in the coming year.

 

Since The World Didn’t End in 2012, I wondered if the Doomsday Dudes had gotten around to trying to “Freak The World Out” with a new Doomsday Date.

 

Naturally. Doomsday is too good a story to let go of.

 

There are too many pessimists in the world to ever let the Doomsday story move to the back burner.

 

The major religions of the world need the Doomsday story to keep people going to church, mosque and synagogue.

 

If humanity does not believe that at some point God is going to “drop the hammer” and wipe out the world, then, most humans would never darken the door of their local church.

 

God The Architect

 

Consider that the Supreme Universal Intelligent Creation Entity called God took His time and did His homework in creating Life on planet Earth.

 

God takes the time to decide that the DNA of an earthworm isn’t that different from a human. He took the time to figure out the angle and speed of rotation of the planet.

 

God takes his slide rule and calculates the position of earth in space and determines that the planet needs an elliptical path and not a circular orbit.

 

He decides the third position is close enough to receive sunlight to sustain Life without frying it to a crisp like on Mercury or Venus.

 

My gut tells me God took His time and didn’t really worry about His six-day “Work Week.”

 

The Universal Supreme Immortal Intellect, called God, takes all this time and effort to calculate and create life. He or She does not overlook the smallest of calculation in the creation of Life and the process to sustain it. As The Supreme Architect, He works out all of these calculations for this planet and then initiates Life.

 

The Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes of planet earth try to convince people that God looks at earth like an old worn out shoe that can simply be tossed in the trash.

 

Horsefeathers !

 

Professional Planetary Precision

 

You are the Supreme Intellect Of The Universe and you take all this time and effort to create a planet with inhabitants to worship you. You design the life support system of the planet.

 

You design the physical laws and weather systems to allow the planet to recharge and renew itself. You are The Supreme Architect. You aren’t going to crumple up such a prime creation because some human or group of humans cringes under a dark sky.

 

After 20 Centuries and two devastating World Wars, Spaceship Earth is still rotating through the Universe.

 

The Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes don’t seem to want to grasp the concept that God The Architect built the Earth to last.

 

Spaceship Earth

 

Spaceship Earth rotates and moves on an orbit through space. It is a living vessel capable of repairing and replenishing itself.

 

In January, you take the time to wonder, “Where Did Life Begin ?”

 

In January, you ponder, “Why people felt it necessary to create civilizations ?”

 

In January, you consider, “Why are some people so ‘possessed’ with ‘The End Of The World’ ?”

 

Perhaps, you will never get “concrete” answers to these questions. If you can arrive at a solution that makes sense to your mind, then, you can appreciate the creativity of Life.

 

Once you realize that the Land of Spaceship Earth is a living vessel, then, you might want to make a note to take up the hobby of Earth Science.

 

Use the New Year to take a new approach to looking at geography, geology, weather, nature. . .and the Land under your feet.

 

Land is True Wealth.

Sam

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Links

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Crater of Diamonds State Park
209 State Park Road
Murfreesboro, AR 71958

http://www.craterofdiamondsstatepark.com/

 

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Geology Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geology

 

Geography Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geology

 

Agriculture Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agriculture

 

Real Estate Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Real_Estate

 

 

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My Lone Star Christmas by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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My

Lone Star

Christmas Story

THE CHRISTMAS TREE_resized

 

Silver

Christmas Tree

Christy Warren, Leneil Saldana, Rayniel Saldana, Ranilo Saldana, Junea Tanahale and Esmeralda Tanahale, all worked to create the artificial silver Christmas Tree at One Warren Way, Barangay Baras. Every time I look at the tree I am reminded of the silver artificial tree that my Aunt Bill and Uncle Audrey used in Houston, Texas in the 1960s. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Opal M. DeLong Warren, my mother, was a savvy business woman, who learned at an early age how to manage and save her money and the only “risky” investment she ever made was in land that “always paid for itself.”

 

In childhood, I always had a remarkable Christmas. Both of my parents had had “a hard life” growing up on the farm in rural Missouri and rural Texas.

 

The secret to “My Lifetime Of Privileged Childhood Christmas Days” was my mother and father, especially my mother.

 

Both parents, “were bound and determined” if they ever had a child – that child – would have a better life “growing up” than they did.

 

I did.

 

My Childhood Christmas Celebrations” were always outstanding. The devotion of my parents to make life better for their child guaranteed that the slightest detail was never overlooked.

 

Christmas Shopping

 

Texas LogoIn Houston, my mother always planned my Christmas holiday celebrations with the precision and intensity of someone required to brief the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Momma never overlooked any details.

 

I remember Momma taking me with her to go shopping downtown at Woolworths and grocery shopping at Weingartens, in the suburbs.

 

The Airline Shopping Mall was one of the first major shopping malls built in our section of Houston. It was a place of wonder, when I was a child. There were so many shops with so many items to a five-year-old boy it looked like you could shop nonstop for a week.

 

Momma would swing by Aunt Bill’s house and pick her up or she would take a bus and meet us in the cafeteria of Woolworths.

 

Momma never left me with a babysitter, so wherever she went – I went.

 

Of course, Aunt Bill would take me by the hand and we would go shopping in the toy department, while Momma would shop for other items on her shopping list.

 

Aunt Bill never had a driver’s license until after her 48th birthday, when she passed the test.

 

Nights close to Christmas, Momma would have daddy set aside the night shift job to go Christmas shopping with us. There was a huge store called, “Globe” that seemed to stretch for acres across the horizon in all directions. We would make evening shopping trips to Globe to browse the long aisles.

 

Momma and I loved to shop. Daddy was the traditional American male shopping stereotype, who always just wants to “go in get what he needed and get out of the store.”

 

Southern Protocol

 

The United States is the United States from sea to shining sea. Americans are pretty much all alike in all the 50 states and trust territories. However, “The South” is still “The South.”

 

The southern United States definitely has a distinct sense of protocol that is missing from the northern states. It is a sense of protocol and etiquette not much different from any branch of the United States Armed Forces.

 

The best way to describe “Southern Protocol” —- imagine “The British Monarchy in Stetsons and dress cowboy boots.”

 

What It Means To Be A Texan

 

At heart, “A Texan Is A Successful Hybrid Of An Israeli And A United States Marine.”    Texas Logo 

 

Like the Israelis, Texans know they too are “God’s Chosen People – Texans are The American Version Of God’s Chosen People.”

 

Like a United States Marine, a Texan is all about God and Country, which means “The Battle Of The Alamo” is engineered into your DNA and the follow-up report of where General Sam Houston and the Texicans caught up with Santa Anna and his men is engineered into your RNA, which translates to “The Lone Star” will find a way to shine through any adversity at all costs.

 

Citizens of the other southern states have their sense of pride. Texas and Texans citizenship genetics is a unique blend of confidence, arrogance and pride.

 

Louisiana Pride

 

Louisiana citizens share a state pride that is similar to the Texan’s. Some of the original settlers of Louisiana had been forced to leave their native land and essentially found sanctuary in Louisiana. Then, you factor in the French heritage and the Caribbean cultural influence to create a unique state.

 

New Orleans’ magick, superstition, Voodoo, Hoodoo, Santeria and varying degrees of Roman Catholicism has always been “A Busty Bright Red Bra Waving In The Face Of America’s Conservative Religious Right.”

 

Factor in lawyers trained in the Code Napoleon, who practice law within the United States’ modified British legal system and Americans at large consider Louisiana an oddity best visited during Mardi Gras.

 

All the states of the United States have unique cultures based on their histories. The southern states have always had the European heritage belief that suggests your heritage should be a part of who you are —- rather than just an old family history book in a box packed away in a storage unit and forgotten about.

 

Texans and Louisianans simply seem more ready to embrace their family heritages and proudly live in the spotlight. The traditional southern culture concept is based on respect and politeness.

 

Children in the southern states in 2012 may not be as formally trained as I was as a child.

 

I was taught: “Please.” “Thank You.” “Yes, sir.” “No, sir.” “Yes, mam.” “No, mam.”

 

I was taught to always respect my elders. I was taught to be polite. I was taught if you disagree to do it in a civil manner. Only the adults got to cuss or lose their temper, but, that was only after they had exhausted all the civil rules of politeness and protocol

 

Smart Aleck ?

 

When I first went to “boot camp”, my first Military Training Instructor, Technical Sergeant Carr, a native of Kansas City, Missouri, accused me of being a “smart aleck” because I answered, “Yes, sir” and “No,sir” as soon as I got off the bus at Lackland Air Force Base, Texas.

 

Airman Basic Warren are you being a smart aleck with me,” he grumbled at the top of his lungs loudly into my face.

 

Sir. No, sir. Daddy is a Texan, sir.”

 

Titles Of Respect

 

I was taught that children did not interrupt adults talking in a conversation. You let people finish saying what they have to say, before you reply.

 

Anyone older than you are is always Mr., Mrs, Miss, Mz.

 

You never ever call anyone by their last name without a courtesy title like Mr., or Mrs., in front of the last name, especially, if that person is middle age or a senior citizen – it is a sign of respect,

 

Never ever refer to a middle-aged or senior citizen by their first name, even if they tell you it is okay. You would still call them by their respected title and last name.

 

When Momma and I moved to Missouri, my first three years of school I always felt weird because the Southern Protocol had been engineered into my DNA.

 

Classmates would look at me weird when I added Mrs before the last name of their mothers and added Mr before the last name, when addressing their fathers.

Ozarks Informality

In the Ozarks, kids call adults by their first names. In the Ozarks, kids could answer, “Yeah.”, “Yep.”, “Nope”, or “Nah.,” I was never allowed to use the informality.

 

I was taught it was okay to call kids my own age by their first names and if they had a brother or sister only one year older.

 

If the brother or sister was two years older than my classmate then the Texas and Southern Protocol default kicked in and I had to add Mr., or Miss.

 

The Southern Protocol was always comfortable and normal “Down South” because everyone did it. But, using the “Southern Protocol” procedures in the Ozarks always made me seem like a “foreigner” to my classmates, their siblings and their parents.

 

By the fourth grade, I didn’t care what my classmates thought of my “Southern Protocol.” Daddy expected me to do it. Momma required me to do it. I did it. By fourth grade, “Southern Protocol” was like eye color – it was a part of me.

 

Momma The Hillbilly

 

Momma took pride in being known as a Missouri hillbilly. She often referred to herself as a hillbilly. People would nod. Then, of course, when she called someone “Mr. Keithley” or “Mrs. Keithley,” Ozarkers would frown at the Mr., or Mrs.” being added before the last name, when they expected to hear a first name.

 

Usually an Ozarks’ family member would whisper or speak up, “Opal spent years living in Texas.”

 

As a child I would smile and wonder why Texas just didn’t issue a passport that the other states would recognize.

 

Texas Protocol and Southern Protocol in day to day business affairs in the Ozarks was like being a diplomat from a foreign country.

 

Texas, and maybe, Louisiana, should have their own embassies in Washington D.C., even as states of the United States because Texas and Louisiana really are still foreign countries to their fellow Americans.

 

Political Awareness – NOT

Political Correctness

 

Momma was a politically astute woman. She did not do or say things because they were expected or because it was the “politically correct fad” of the moment.

 

A politically aware person bases their actions on the situation and their beliefs. A “politically correct” person, is like America’s wimp politicians of the 1970s, who all had the “backbones of jellyfish.” Instead of standing up to controversy or working to find a solution, the “politically correct wimps” went with the “fad of the moment” and made America appear like a moody school girl in domestic and foreign policy matters.

 

Momma was politically aware. She made it a point to vote in every presidential election, every election for sheriff and the school board election. She voted for the other offices like county clerk, governor and the others, but, she really focused on the president because he or she calls the overall shots that can lead to war or peace. The sheriff has massive amounts of power in a county. The school board simply means they can go off the deep end and do things that are really going to send your property taxes through the roof.

 

Momma knew and dealt with politicians in the Ozarks, but, they never really knew if Opal was a supporter or just a polite woman.

 

Subtle Messages

 

Momma had learned the Texas Protocol and Southern Protocol custom of referring to people as “a personal friend of mine” or the remark, “they are an acquaintance of mine.”

 

Down South people understood the remarks identified a level of response. It was a subtle endorsement or a subtle rejection of a candidate, leader, official or the person next door.

 

Down South the “personal friend” and the “acquaintance” remarks were a polite way of showing where you stood. In the Ozarks, people shrugged off the remarks as though it was a boast.

 

Momma didn’t brag or boast. She always reminded me, “No one likes a braggart or a blow hard. Don’t blow your own horn.”

 

Family Holidays “Down South” in Houston, in the 1960s, were treated like “an audience with the Queen of England,” “a formal state dinner at the White House” or “an audience at the Vatican.” The significance of the holiday determined the level of formality.

 

The Generals And The Realtors

 

One of the major differences of the 1950s and the 1960s “Down South” as opposed to the Ozarks was in the “formality” of the American Woman.

 

In the South, once you sat foot in a home, it was comfortable, warm, functional and organized like a commanding general’s office. In the home, everything had a place and everything was in the place.

 

Here To Stay

 

There might be lace dollies on the furniture. Even if the home had kids, you still felt at home and everything was organized. It was formal and lived in, but, never gave the feeling that there was damage or that you were “under attack.”

 

Kids grew up with the expectation that all the important formal ceremonies of life would be within the four walls and under the roof. Home for Christmas really meant you had to be “Home for Christmas” to truly enjoy the holiday.

 

The home always had a comfortable sense of “relaxed and functional formality.” The South had a “home” mentality. The Southern “home” was a base of operations and the “wife” was the general in charge who made sure “the base was there to stay.”

Ready To Redeploy

 

In the Ozarks, in the 1950s and 1960s, women seemed to still have “the log cabin mentality.” It was the feeling that, “We cook in here and sleep in here, but, once we get some money, then, we will go find a ‘real ‘ home to live in and a realtor can sell this one.”

 

There was usually the feeling you get on being assigned to a base on a closure list, which is we do the job, until we get orders somewhere else and the realtors show up here or the bulldozers to start the closure procedure.

 

Kids seemed to grow up with the expectation that their homes were more like “bus stations”, which meant “Christmas On The Road” indicated you wouldn’t have to be home for the holidays.

 

The Ozarks had a “temporary and looking for something better” mentality. The Ozarks’ “home” seemed a “deployment area” and the “wife” was “the realtor in charge who stood ready to load the kids in the car and head for the state line.”

 

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Christmas Itinerary

 

Christmas meant you pulled out all the stops and went for “A Norman Rockwell Christmas” that could be filmed by a major motion picture studio for possible showing on the screens of theaters.

 

Zero Hour for Christmas Day relied on the children. The child was the “On Scene Commander,” once the child got to the Christmas Tree the mission kicked off.

 

Like a Strategic Air Command Operational Readiness Inspection,you knew it would happen; you just didn’t know when ? Parents hoped the child would wait until sunrise to begin Christmas Day.

 

Operation Christmas Tree” means the parents watch the kids be kids and have fun. Have the video movie cameras and the film or digital still cameras loaded with charged batteries and recording media positioned nearby. After all, children don’t learn about “photo opportunities ” until they grow older.

 

Once Operation Christmas Tree ends, then, Mom and Dad will have their plans to implement for the rest of the day.

 

In Houston,plans after Operation Christmas Tree, meant Aunt Bill and Uncle Audrey, would go to church and then show up for Christmas Dinner. Daddy and Uncle Audrey would shoot the breeze, while Aunt Bill and Momma would cook Christmas Dinner,

 

Usually the day would extend past Christmas Dinner, while the adults talked until the early evening, when Aunt Bill and Uncle Audrey would head home.

 

Christmas in Houston meant a 98 percent chance of “No Snow.”

 

C – Day !

 

December 25, 1959

The Home of Samuel E. and Opal M. DeLong Warren

313th East 26th Street

Houston, Texas

 

I have never been a morning person.

 

C – Day ! Christmas Day was always the exception to my genetic programming.

 

I bolted out of bed.

 

By the time, my tiny feet hit the floor, I was already halfway down the hallway and into the screened in porch room.

 

The huge Christmas Tree was only six foot tall, but, when you are a five-year old boy, the tree in the corner is always as huge as a California Redwood. Momma had massive amounts of matched decorations on the trees. The ornaments were the painted glass ball ornaments of the era.

 

The bubble lights always mesmerized me like a deer in the headlights. The plastic UFO shaped disk bulbs were two tones of color like red and green or blue and yellow. A glass tube contained a red fluid that when heated by electricity would “bubble.”

 

I would shake off my bubble light trance and dive for the brightly wrapped boxes under the tree. It helped that Momma and Daddy were workaholics because I always got what I wanted and more that I didn’t even know existed.

 

 

Marx Electric Robot

 

The centerpiece of this Christmas celebration for me – the Marx Electric Robot. It was an ugly toy.

 

Looks are not everything.

 

My robot came out of the box, to display a casket gray and dark maroon paint scheme.

 

It had a face, only a mother could love. It had a square, alphabet block style head. It had a Voodoo mask expression with a hideous toothless grin. The original toy designer must have worked on the sets of Hollywood Halloween Horror flicks because the toy looked scary.

 

It had a toolbox drawer in it’s stomach, which was cool because it had a wrench or two and the rectangular drawer looked like it belonged at that position.

 

The pedestal base leg design was misleading. You thought the robot would walk like a person with one leg in front of the other. Bur, actually, it’s walking function was more of a “rolling” function.

 

The fact that the big robot took two D sized batteries, “flashlight batteries” to move like it “walked” was a big selling point for kids and parents.

 

The C claw pincher hand at the end of the arm allowed the robot to pick up a “Junior” robot, a smaller robot that came packaged with the main robot.

 

I don’t remember the junior robot “doing anything.” It was a sculpted piece of plastic that sat on the floor for the main robot to “pickup” with the pincher arm.

 

The major selling point of this robot was “The Morse Code function.” You pushed the button on the back of the maroon blockhead and the large yellow eyes on the face would “flash out” Morse code.

 

My robot had The Morse Code key printed out in yellow on the back of the robot, so you knew how many dots and dashes you needed to spell out a letter or a word.

 

In the 1950s this robot was “technology.” In 2012, you can find the non-working robots listed on ebay, without the “Junior” plastic robot that always seems to have disappeared.

 

The moving and the Morse Code function of the robot “amazed me.” I always had to show my aunts and uncles this nifty toy when they came by to visit.

 

Everyone always laughed at the ugly little robot with the flashing Morse Code eyes. Even the adults thought it was “swell” because of the Morse Code function.

 

The Space Race Is On

 

The “simplistic technology” of this robot in the Cold War years of America and “The Space Race” always served to remind you that the Russians may have beat the Americans into space with Sputnik, but the “Race For The Moon Is On.”

 

By 1960, it is impossible to imagine a boy in America from age four to 13 that wasn’t ready to pack his bags and report to NASA to become an astronaut. Robots and space toys were all the rage from the date Sputnik launched in 1957 until Man Walked On The Moon in 1969.

 

Battalions Of Boy Astronauts Downsized

 

America could have been and should have been the nation that made Gene Roddenberry’s United Federation of Planet’s Star Trek future a reality.

 

Alas, the 1970s and “lily-liveried politicians” decided to choose” wallets and worry” or intelligence, imagination, creativity, desire, drive and ambition. Generations of America’s “Battalions Of Boy Astronauts” grew up to become “clock punching peasant taxpayers.”

 

While the future rests in the ether of time, I rip through the paper and become surrounded by a science fiction lunar landscape of discarded boxes and strange paper trees, the floor under the tree would disappear under the revealed toy inventory.

 

My

Marx Three Keys To Treasure Bagatelle Machine

 

 

December 25, 1961

The Home of Samuel E. and Opal M. DeLong Warren

313th East 26th Street

Houston, Texas

 

I rush to the Christmas Tree in the living room and began ripping into the brightly wrapped packages. I ripped into the Christmas paper on the oblong box and unleashed “The Future.”

 

Walk into an American bowling alley, cafe, restaurant, hamburger joint, drive in, bar, or beer joint and you would almost always find one and sometimes several bagatelle machines.

 

They were loud, noisy, gaudy and they mesmerized generations of people until the 1980s when the coin-operated video game industry began to install their annoying game machines.

 

Everyone seemed to love the bagatelle machines. You could even buy smaller versions in toy stores and the toy sections of drug stores and grocery stores.

 

America loved her pinball machines.

 

My Marx Three Keys To Treasure Bagatelle Machine was a child’s version of “The Wheel Of Fortune” television game show.

 

Inside the large maroon dial of the wheel were shiny, bright, gumball machine novelty prizes. At least, one marble has to align in the three spaces of the maroon plastic selection device. Then, you move the peg, which activates the contraption that opens the door on the wheel to reveal your “treasure.”

 

Momma, daddy, Aunt Bill, Uncle Audrey, and I would crowd around the kitchen table on a Friday or Saturday evening and play the game. The adults seemed to enjoy the game as much as any kid.

 

There were spaces printed with points listed, which meant if you got a pen and notepad, you could keep track of your points and figure out who had the most skill with the game.

 

One trip to Texas and the game got loaded in the Impala for the trip back to Missouri. In Missouri, whenever the game was placed on the kitchen table, adults and kids always crowded around the machine and the evening passed with people laughing.

 

There was a few years in the 1970s, when the toy occupied a space in the living room closet, but, even in the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s, the toy would appear on the kitchen table and people would crowd around for a game of pinball.

 

In December 2011, the toy was packed into our household goods for shipment to the Republic of the Philippines. Travel turned the pristine, but dusty box into a pathetic version of it’s former glory.

 

The toy survived the trip, with a minor amount of damage. Nonetheless, when the machine is set up on the kitchen table, the kids crowd around for an afternoon of pinball.

 

I salute the Marx toy company workers because any company that can create a product that from 1961 until 2012 is still standing the test of time is a company that had a “great idea.”

 

And, 51 years later, the bagatelle machine is still bringing smiles and keeping kids and adults entertained for an afternoon or an evening to create a “Treasure Trove Of Memories.” – “What A Toy !”

 

My Immortal “ Kodak Moment ”

 

Christmas morning in Houston, I would look up from the rising sea of discarded Christmas wrapping paper. I radiated, joy, happiness, excitement, like a new sun sending light and energy through space.

 

Mom and Dad would heard the commotion of my childish exaltations.

 

Yes !” “Gee whiz !” “Alright !” “Oh, boy !” “Swell !.” “Neat !” “Neato !”

 

They would step into the room, smiling, wearing pajamas and bulky red Christmas bath robes. Each had a cup of piping hot coffee that they sipped on.

 

The camera in my mind snapped the picture of Mom and Dad standing there smiling at me sipping their coffee. Click ! That “Kodak Moment” is forever framed in the photographic gallery of my memory.

 

I was a blessed little boy. I was a spoiled little boy.

 

Back in the 21st Century, One Warren Way, Barangay Baras, Leyte, Republic of the Philippines. I watched Christy and the kids cut out the letters for a holiday banner like a New York City jeweler facets a diamond. They were meticulous and precise in their use of the scissors on the paper.

 

As the days until Christmas Day pass, the kids talk about and look forward to their school Christmas parties.

 

My wish is Christmas morning, the kids notice Uncle Sam and Aunt Christy stroll out on the porch to watch them release their “inner kid” on the brightly wrapped boxes under the Christmas Tree.

 

I hope they pause only long enough to capture a “Kodak Moment” that they can place in the photo folders of their minds to hang on to in the years to come.

 

Early in the morning, Christy and I will both be sipping from hot cups of coffee. Of course, Uncle Sam with his camera will be ready to take a few family snapshots.

Sam

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Rubber Toys of the 1960s

 

The nice thing about being a kid in the 1950s is you got tin and metal toys at Christmas to play with.

 

I had a collection of Auburn hard rubber cars and trucks to play with. They were fun toys to play with.

 

I didn’t like the plastic toys because they broke too easily.

 

I loved the metal and tin toys because they were durable and could take whatever you through at them. Usually the worst thing that happen would be you might knock off some paint from the toy.

 

You could leave a tin or metal toy out in the rain or snow and it would still be where you left it. And, even in the salt air of Texas, the toy didn’t “rust out” that quickly.

 

In the mid to late 1960s, parents began to complain to Congress that the tin and metal toys had sharp edges that might hurt the child.

 

Then, in the 1970s, some kids had put the metal toys in their mouth. Parents complained to Congress because many of the metal toys were coated in lead based paint, which was suppose to create health problems and lower the child’s I.Q.

 

Congress, of course, passed the laws.

 

No one , apparently, ever had the common sense idea to remind parents : “They are your kids. You are suppose to look in on your kids every so often to make sure they aren’t misusing, abusing or destroying their toys. Parents are suppose to check on their kids to make sure they are not using their toys in a manner that will hurt or injure the child.”

 

Kids aren’t born knowing how to play with toys; you have to show toddlers and three-year – olds how to play with toys. It only takes a couple of minutes to sit down on the floor and show a kid how to roll a car on the floor. It only takes a moment to remind a child that you don’t throw the toy at people or furniture.”

 

The rubber toys were fun and would last for generations.

 

The metal and tin toys were durable and would last for generations.

 

The plastic toys were cheap. Accidentally, drop a plastic toy and it could smash to smithereens. Usually, a plastic toy lasted only a few minutes.

 

Sam

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Written by samwarren55

December 21, 2012 at 3:55 AM

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