Sunday, January 17, 2010

HAITI TRAGEDY - SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY

The magnitude of the enormous tragedy and chaos unfolding in Haiti (already the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere) is frustrating and overwhelming many around the world including this writer. Were it not for the massive, yea heroic, efforts of the United States Military, what relief now pouring in Haiti wouldn’t/couldn’t be happening. Marines, members of the 82nd Airborne’s 2nd Brigade from Fort Bragg, NC and the United States Air Force's (USAF) elite 23rd Special Tactics Squadron from Florida are trying to put an already badly cracked Haitian Humpty Dumpty back together again. Critical to that effort was the US Air Force’s aforementioned 720th Special Tactics Group which reopened and are now overseeing and conducting 24-hour operations and air traffic control at the critical link for humanitarian relief - Port-au-Prince airport.

The earthquake, not surprisingly, destroyed the control tower at the airport along with most of the rest of the infrastructure in Haiti including the local seaports, vital cogs in the logistics wheel. The US Military in the person of Navy Seabee divers from Joint Expeditionary Base Little Creek-Fort Story-based Underwater Construction Team 1 (Norfolk, VA) and Naval Mobile Construction Battalion 7 (Gulfport, MS) along with other Navy divers from Mobile Diving and Salvage Unit 2 (Little Creek) and Naval Sea Systems Command (Wash DC) are in place. Along with engineers from Naval Facilities Engineering Command they are now trying to repair and open many of those vital ports.

But no airport access, no immediate relief. Early on activity was only a trickle because of little fuel and only two fuel trucks for all the planes flying in and out of Port-au-Prince airport. Indeed, after the USAF arrived it took six hours to remove a large plane from the tarmac at Port-au-Prince that was in need of fuel and blocking flight operations. Within minutes of their arrival USAF personnel were talking to inbound aircraft carrying humanitarian aid.

Many of the planes that were able to land had difficulty off loading their much needed cargoes. Again in the forefront was the U.S. Military. While they brought in fork lifts and other equipment, airport capacity wasn’t enough to meet the dozens if not hundreds of flights lined up by relief agencies and governments from around the world. Then the flights turned into a massive log jam though with a lot of TLC transitioned to a now a fairly smooth process with maximum optimum capacity now estimated to be 180 flights per day.

Once material is unloaded the major concern has been how to transport the materials throughout the compromised country. Much of the material remains sitting and waiting to be distributed. With the predictable looting now notching up there is also a real concern that any food convoys will be attacked by desperate citizens or criminals intent on profiting from the chaos. Part of that criminal element includes some 4,000 prisoners which escaped from the destroyed main prison complex in Port-au-Prince and are now freely roaming the streets. Again it would appear that United Nations peacekeeping troops and the US Military will continue to provide security for these convoys and the ultimate distribution of the food and supplies.

The military effort has been critical to the overall humanitarian effort and the arrival of one of the US Navy’s Nimitz class aircraft super carriers, the USS Carl Vinson, with its newly acquired additional 19 helicopters and relief supplies is already having a major impact on the effort. Along with other US Navy vessels, the Baltimore, Maryland-based hospital ship USNS Comfort, with personnel from Naval Medical Center Portsmouth, Va. left today for Haiti. A total of nine ships will constitute the US Navy presence. Interestingly, in toto these ships will be able to produce more than 900,000 gallons of water daily with a substantial portion to be used to help meet the needs of the local populations.

The Associated Press today reflected on the World Food Program (WFP) that yesterday distributed six truckloads of high energy biscuits at the densely populated, usually violent, ravaged shanty city, Cite Soleil (Sun City) in Port-au-Prince. At the end of the day with a few cases left there were still 10,000 people waiting in line… God bless them. Yes, you have to start somewhere.

Some of the positives include the heroic United States Agency for International Development (USAID) which has delivered tons of materials and supplies to Haiti and already installed three water purification systems capable of producing 300,000 liters of safe drinking water daily. More are on the way. They have already distributed hundreds of thousands of packaged meals. Objective daily time line reports on the activities of USAID and the other relief agencies in the area are available at
http://www.usaid.gov/locations/latin_america_caribbean/country/haiti/eq/.

Now the United States is not alone in its effort. The international response has been unprecedented with Canada, Britain, Russia, Israel, France, Jordan, China, Germany, Belgium, Brazil, Venezuela, Cuba, Georgia, Qatar and scores more responding with materials and personnel as never before in the history of Man. The big problem has been - who’s running the show? Some say the Red Cross while others identify the UN or the US Military. One thing for sure it’s not the government of Haiti. They are broken and overwhelmed, yea, just about impotent. Many ministers, bureaucrats and government workers are also part of the statistics and have been injured or isolated or looking after Family and relatives. An articulate grief stricken Haitian woman surveying the city looked into the camera and in a profound angst proclaimed, “Haiti is no more…”

While there is apparently no formal coordinating lead on this effort supplies have been pouring in and predictably there have been too many of this - not enough of that and a government that doesn’t know the difference or can’t do anything about it. While there are formal designated distribution points there doesn’t appear to be an overall orderly or predictable distribution of supplies - just a tidal wave of well intended people who are doing their best. Now if that’s the best that we can do now – that’s better than nothing. But, aside from all this we need a leader; someone who can step in and take the point even if by the right of assumption.

Now one of the most frustrating aspects of the whole Haitian tragedy is that just a hop, skip and jump from Haiti on the American mainland, there are literally thousands of trained and experienced American Red Cross disaster relief volunteers (DSHR) who are available but will not be called upon to serve. Why? Because this is an International Effort. I have talked with other Red Cross disaster workers that remain equally frustrated. One American Red Cross official wrote to me, “Since Haiti is not associated with the United States like Puerto Rico, American Samoa or Guam, the relief operation for Haiti will be conducted by the International Red Cross/Red Crescent Society. Therefore, DSHR members will not be recruited to respond.”

I have been mulling this one over for the last couple of days and while I understand territorial imperatives, I can share the tremendous frustration of those who could serve and make a difference but will not be called. The US Military and governmental agencies like USAID are logically in the forefront because of their resources, humanitarian spirit and proximity to Haiti. With mostly European, Asian and Middle Eastern countries in the forefront of the International Red Cross/Red Crescent Society effort, it has taken them longer to deploy – generally days and hours that we didn’t have. Red Cross Volunteers from the US could have made a difference in the effectiveness of the overall response effort.

If the very capable and available American Red Cross DSHR personnel had been activated several major and very basic concerns would have been addressed.

Where would they stay?
Who would feed them?
Who would provide security and guarantee their protection?
Who would provide their transportation?

Common sense dictates that none of those questions could be adequately answered. The American Red Cross will never deploy Volunteers or paid staff in circumstances that would put them in harms way. USAID put their policy on deployment in perspective, “Volunteer opportunities in disaster settings are extremely rare, and are usually limited to people with prior disaster experience and technical skills (such as health, engineering, etc).”

While we thought that Katrina was a tragedy of unrivaled proportions, it doesn’t begin to approach the monumental tragedy of Haiti. In fact, the dying has only started. This will be Katrina all over again to an exponential magnitude. The 72 hour window of opportunity has all but expired though we hope for more miracles and the chance to rescue more people buried in Haiti’s collapsed buildings. We are in the process of transitioning from “Search & Rescue” to a “Recovery” operation though rescues continue every day. The whole country will have to be literally torn down and rebuilt. Perhaps the Haitians can get it right this time for a better quality of life and retain their beautiful culture.

They are going to need a lot of help, not only to restore infrastructure but to restore their self-confidence and encourage their journey to total self-determination. They need to be enjoined in the spirit of humanitarian cooperation. Then along in the middle of all this mayhem comes Jerk of the Decade (maybe century), aka a deluded and totally unchristian and apparently senile Pat Robertson who once again outrageously explains that the Haitians are inheriting the whirlwind because of their pact with the Devil? Incredible, yes, though I do recall his equally comtemptible comments following 911 and Hurricane Katrina.

Robertson’s exact quote was. “They were under the heel of the French. You know, Napoleon III, or whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the Devil. They said, we will serve you if you'll get us free from the French. True story. And so, the Devil said, okay it's a deal [...] ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after the other."

Then comes along Robertson’s Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN-yes, it’s his) which later released a statement on its web site offering that Robertson was speaking objectively (?) about Haiti's history that has led "countless scholars and religious figures over the centuries to believe the country is cursed.” What is certain is that Robertson has absolutely no objectivity in this matter and knows nothing about Haitian history and culture.

I certainly agree with UCLA Anthropologist Andrew Apter, well known expert on the African Diaspora including Haiti, Dominican Republic and Cuba that this was a vague and absurdly inaccurate reference to the French colonial response to the successes of the 1790’s Haitian revolution when the slaves were ultimately freed by French legislative decree in 1792.

History Lesson–Haiti 101: The later slave revolt led by the on again/off again Toussaint Louverture was in fact successfully engaged and ultimately won in 1804 by Toussaint’s main lieutenant Jean-Jacques Dessalines when Napoleon Bonaparte ruled France, 44 years before his nephew Napoleon III came to power. Napoleon Bonaparte precipitated the revolt when he tried to reinstitute slavery in 1802. So much for Robertson’s history lesson. Whatever.

Now to those “scholars and religious figures” Robertson referred to. I sure don’t see that count though if they do exist they must reside under the same damned rock currently occupied by the Rev. Dr. Pat Robertson. I watched and listened to his remarks and count CBN‘s (Robertson’s) explanation as pure CYA spin. Absurd! If you believe that I have some pristine land in Haiti for sale… If you want more Haitian history don’t hesitate to go over to Wikipedia. I’ve also been advised that a good treatise on Haitian history is Robert Debs Heinl’s Written in Blood, newly revised edition: The Story of the Haitian People 1492-1995 (2005).

So, jerks aside, we are at the tip of the iceberg in a hurry up scenario that while slow as molasses would be far slower were it not for all those who have engaged the heroic humanitarian effort to help the courageous people of Haiti. Wish I was with you… Well done.

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Note: The Haitian painting displayed above is by Roger Francois and is entitled, Three Faces

Sunday, January 10, 2010

COWBOY EXPECTORATION

As of the writing of this post there’s a guy on the National Football League’s Philadelphia Eagles staff (since 1997) who in a fit of runaway primordial hormones, incredible stupidity and disrespect purposefully videotaped himself twice spitting on the Dallas Cowboys Star logo located midfield at the new $1.5B Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas. This exercise in incredible bad judgment will prompt Dave “Spuds” Spadaro, longtime editor of philadelphiaEagles.com, to be forever vilified by decent sports fans with a genuine love of the game and revered by the Neanderthals who inhabit this sport and are always looking to the dark side. Spadaro soon with a new nickname of “Loogie” got away with his expectoration by using his Eagles credentials to enter Cowboy Stadium and may prompt now suspicious Cowboy security personnel to ask representatives of rival teams if they intend to spit, pee or poop on The Cowboys Team Logo? Can a full body scan be far behind? Whatever happens, Spadaro’s spittle (his second was a gem) will surely qualify him for Loogie of the Year for 2010 and even perhaps Loogie of the Decade (so far).

Spadaro in a transparently insincere apology seemingly motivated and orchestrated by the Philadelphia Eagles organization refused to accept responsibility for his actions deflecting the blame thusly, “It's something I've been asked to do by Eagles fans.” An embarrassed Eagles fan then sincerely offered that he wanted Spadaro to jump off the 135 foot Ben Franklin Bridge. We are assured there are pedestrian walkways…

I’ve looked at myriad comments around the country many from Eagles fans and it would appear that Spadaro was correct in the assessment that at least some Eagles fans wanted him to do it. There were two fans especially (among others), one who bellowed that he would have, “Taken a dump on it (the Cowboy’s Star)” and the other who wanted to “Pee on it.” Many more Philadelphia fans, however, seemed embarrassed and disgusted with Spadaro’s antics.

The real Cretins here are Spadaro and those who support his effort. They are joined by those whatever their allegiance who accept his vulgar act as just another integral part of the game and any intense rivalry such as exists between the Cowboys and Eagles. A newscaster at a major Dallas TV station lowered himself to Spadaro’s level when he poked his finger in the eye of the Eagles’ logo at the end of his newscast yesterday. Class begets class and this will continue to motivate some to continue to crawl out from underneath their rocks like Philadelphia Inquirer columnist John Gonzalez who “loves to loathe” and is seemingly always sunning on his rock. Having said that I tend to agree with many of his observations including his take on Jerry Jones. Yea, I could learn to like the guy and could stand some reptilian sunning myself…

While a naïve dream, someday, just maybe, we can all enjoy the game for its innate beauty and not get caught up in the barbaric faux wrestlemania version we now call football. What ever happened to the pride and dignity of respectfully supporting something you believe in?

In the interim we will have to be satisfied with the results of the Dallas Cowboys performance against the Philadelphia Eagles this 2009-2010 season.

January 9, 2010 Dallas Cowboys - 34 Philadelphia Eagles - 14
January 2, 2010 Dallas Cowboys - 24 Philadelphia Eagles = 0
November 8, 2009 Dallas Cowboys - 20 Philadelphia Eagles - 16

Some have reflected that they wonder if all this wasn’t choreographed by Jerry Jones in an attempt to slyly motivate his sometimes lethargic Cowboys who until the recent New Orleans Saints game appeared to be just going through the motions. Having said that it would appear that the Cowboys like many of the Eagles players think this act and all the surrounding rhetoric absolute absurdity. This game ebbs and flows from year to year and the Cowboys motivation has more to do with money and pride given last years 44-6 final game drubbing by the Eagles after defeating them earlier in the season 41-37.

Let’s all try and stay above the horizon from this point on. Beavis and Butthead's Hockaloogie aside, maybe Jerry can outfit his new palace with spittoons or visit Mr. Sprardo’s digs with a couple of llamas?

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

FAMILY/HOLIDAY/COMMUNITY/CELEBRATION TREES OR CHRISTMAS TREES?

This last Christmas season brought to the forefront an issue that we have been dealing with for many years. In this age of political correctness (PC) it all appears to be coming to a head though it will likely be debated for many more years, ad nauseum. The issue is what do we call those bedecked, festooned and ornamented trees heretofore called Christmas Trees?

The tradition of raising and decorating evergreen coniferous trees (pine, spruce, fir) to celebrate the Christmas (Yule) holiday is a fairly recent event tracing from present day northern Germany and the 15th century though ancient (yes, Pagan) civilizations have been decorating evergreens for thousands of years to celebrate the Winter Solstice. It appears that the celebration of Christ’s birth is now characterized by the raising and decoration of these same trees.

All you need do is look to the great Christmas Tree in Rockefeller Center in New York (fluffed and choreographed by Dallas, Texas’ Design Solutions), the National Christmas Tree on the south lawn of The White House or thousands (yea, millions) of other publicly displayed Christmas Trees to understand the heroic proportions of this Christian holiday. Yes, let me repeat, they are known as Christmas Trees.

For many years my Christmas celebrations in Georgia started on Thanksgiving Night and were centered on Atlanta and the lighting of the Great Tree at Rich’s Department Store. I remember attending many a lighting, watching many more on television and marveling at that wonderful specimen of a tree (generally 75 feet or more) perched atop the glassed four-story Crystal Bridge at Rich’s that spanned Forsyth Street in downtown Atlanta. Iconic Bob Van Camp (1917–1990) of WSB Radio/TV (The Voice of The South) and the Fox Theater’s incomparable organist and handler of Mighty Mo the world’s largest theater organ was the host and storyteller, narrating The Christmas Story. The music program was provided by eight choirs (later there were more) and a lighting display that alternated and then wholly illuminated the participating choirs.

The history and tradition continues in Atlanta with the Macy’s Great Tree though the tree has since been moved to Lenox Square in uptown, upscale Buckhead. It’s not the same and considerably diminished, though, especially considering that the old Crystal Bridge location was like the ancient Pharos Lighthouse at Alexandria as the Rich’s Great Tree could be seen for thirty miles or more – a Christmas beacon for the entire southeast. Since Federated and now Macy’s have taken over, it hasn’t been the same. Another great tradition bites the dust… The old Rich’s downtown store which covered the better part of two city blocks has been torn down and the Sam Nunn Federal Building now stands in its place. Progress?

In an ironic twist in 1974, the year before Rich’s was sold to Federated, The Great Tree snapped in two during installation – a harbinger of things to come. No, I never rode the Pink Pig. I was too big… The one significant observation even as this tradition evolves is that for me The Great Christmas Tree will always be the one on Rich’s Crystal Bridge, way back when...

It seems, however, that other business entities around the country as well as the Federal and state and local governments have been bending over backwards so as not to potentially offend those in our population who are not Christian – all to the exclusion of the rights and privileges of the greater majority who reside in those same towns and cities.

All we need do is note the stupidity of Kentucky’s Democrat Governor Steve Beshear who while arguing that Christmas shouldn't be politicized inexplicably tried to rename the state Christmas Tree the Holiday Tree. Beshear stepped into a monumental pile of political poop as the donated tree (a 30 foot Norway Spruce) was given by parents of a son who prematurely passed in 2008 and was well known for his generosity and love of Christmas. Beshear’s decision to rename the State Capitol Christmas Tree was greeted with a cacophony of pissed off voting citizenry who facilitated a change of heart in the good governor. Beshear dodged a major bullet by sort of recanting through aides by inviting all those who had protested to attend the lighting of their Christmas Tree. So, the Commonwealth of Kentucky once again has a Christmas Tree on the lawn of the state capitol in Frankfort while Beshear has several fried eggs (sunny side up) permanently stitched/stapled onto his face. This scenario has been playing out in other US cities and states.

The Cary, NC Town Council will soon be deliberating whether to formally call their two decorated trees Christmas Trees as they have been heretofore referring to at least one as the Community Tree. Let’s hope that they come to a sane and honest decision. We of Might of Right applaud the likes of California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger and California First Lady Maria Shriver (What a Team!) who in 2004 turned off the “Holiday Tree” and turned back on the Christmas Tree.

While growing up in Providence, RI we knew some Jewish families who decorated trees during the holiday season and jokingly called them Chanukkah Bushes. No their menorahs weren’t Christmas Candelabras… I know of practicing Muslims in Texas who decorate their houses during the Christmas season though I know that Islam prohibits that kind of celebration. I have no problem with other religions piggy-backing on Christmas and embracing those seemingly ever more elusive “Goodwill towards Men” behaviors.

While this issue has been brewing for some time it would appear that with Obama now in the White House Conservative Christians will insure that this issue remains in resurgence.

Look at all the furor over the Obama’s now infamous and highly politicized White House Blue Room Christmas Tree ornamentation which appears to us more an exercise in incredible bad taste and poor political judgment than an indictment against the holiday. I think it appropriate to ask the question, “Why would folks create these ornaments?” They do appear to be more agenda driven and a sad commentary on our desire for inclusion, whatever the cost. We did note that other ornaments on this the official White House Christmas Tree rejoice states and locales to include California’s Ronald Reagan Foundation & Library. By the way, though the official Christmas Tree, it’s but one of 27 trees in the White House…

These decorated evergreen trees signify and celebrate only one event – The birth of Christ - and are significant only to Christians though many more of other faiths embrace and celebrate this happy holiday season. If you are a practicing Druid and want to celebrate the winter solstice, please go ahead. Those that desire to celebrate other religious holidays should be supported in those efforts and allowed to do so. It’s their right. But, both sides of this debate need to take care.

Jonah Goldberg of the National Review Online (NRO) said it for me in 2004, “Tolerance must be a two-way street. If minorities want the majority to be tolerant of them, minorities in turn need to tolerate at least some of the norms of the majority. Simply because there are more Christians than Jews or Muslims or atheists, doesn't mean that Christians should always get the shaft. That said, Christians — or at least the politically organized ones — don't do themselves any favors when they start talking like just another identity-politics group. Christians seem to be complaining more this year than usual about the war on Christmas, even as they are finding more success. Arnold Schwarzenegger renamed the governor's "holiday tree" a Christmas tree. George Bush is the first president ever to include a quote from scripture on his Christmas card. Besides, once "Merry Christmas" becomes a political statement, everyone loses.”

The repeated always ludicrous attempts to be PC and secularize Christmas ostensibly to make it appealing for folks of all faiths appears to have come full circle. Since the tree only has real significance to Christians or retro Druids (and not to the exclusion of other religious holidays) it seems a poor attempt at appeasement and really nothing more than politicians burning their candles at both ends. A tree by any other name just won’t get it done… just ask the aforementioned Kentucky Governor Beshear. Perhaps we can follow the counsel of Thomas Lindaman of commonconservative.com and rename the tree the “Tap Dancing Monkey Drunk on Eggnog Tree.” OK, probably not, but point made. Maybe we should focus on how the tree is ultimately used?

In 2007 the City of Glasgow, Scotland converted their 60 foot George Square Christmas Tree into what they call the Bullwood Caber [24’10’- 280lbs (not 600lbs)] which was presented to New York State and appropriately marched up 6th Ave (The Avenue of The Americas) during the 2008 and 2009 New York City Parade of Tartans by the spirited Tartan Army (fans of the Scottish National Football Team). It sure is pretty though has been relegated to ceremonial status as no mortal could ever turn it. The Bullwood Caber was given into the care of the great and legendary Clan McDuff and is appropriately housed at The Roslyn Presbyterian Church in Roslyn, NY. We are assured that the Keith Clan’s Alexander Marshall and Milady Susan were nearby.

Well maybe the Scots hit on something! All those good folks with Christmas Trees small or large but especially those in excess of 25 feet can convert them to Scottish Cabers suitable for the myriad Scottish Highland Games competitions around the world. Besides being thrown in landfills, becoming mulch or habitat for fish, these trees can now facilitate a cultural exchange for children of all ages. Whatever these trees may be called today they would then inherit a much nobler end. All that from the humble Christmas Tree…

Welcome Tannenbaum, Nowell!

Aye,

Ned Buxton

P.S. Did I tell you about the Black Watch and Danish troops who engaged a Christmas Eve Caber Toss competition at Camp Danevang in Basra, Iraq in 2006? NB

Friday, January 1, 2010

DECADE IN REVIEW? ONE YEAR SHORT

They’re baaaaaaaaaack…. proving once again that Americans and most of the rest of the world who on one hand claim to embrace the Gregorian Calendar can’t perform basic math on the other. Just about all the media including TV and radio stations and newspapers and magazines have been offering not just year-end reviews but calendar-based end-of-the-decade stories about significant happenings and personalities. You’d figure after the new millennium debacle of 2000 and the after the fact sheepish admissions that 2000 wasn’t really the start of the new millennium, that all newspapers including the Dallas Morning News (DMN) would understand the concept of ten (10). They’re in good company to include Time.com and Andy Serwer's article, The '00s: Goodbye (at Last) to the Decade from Hell and Canada.com’s business section which on December 27, 2009 featured a financial post by William Hanley, Good riddance To a Debacle of a Decade.

It certainly appears that they still don’t get it or just feel it financially expedient to ignore reality, fess up later (wink & nod) and then repeat/update the story a year later (CaChing!). I guess you can sell more fireworks with that faulty rationale. With that in mind and with tensed jaw – and compassion for all, trying to work through this season of joy and goodwill, we thought that a math primer was in order – again for these yahoos who are invoking a calendar-based decade. Now for you folks that are just arbitrarily referring to the last ten years without regard to which calendar years are encompassed, our apologies.

This post is for all you folks who think you understand the concept of ten and the Gregorian calendar but erroneously and arbitrarily assume that the last calendar decade was, in fact, from 2000 to 2009. In fact, it wasn’t, just like the year 2000 wasn’t the start of the new millennium, rather the end of the last.

Even the iconic and courageous Dick Clark in his 2009 New Year’s Eve Times Square countdown talked about the “end of the decade.” The usually right on Jacquielynn Floyd of the DMN today offers palaver about the last calendar decade.

Valley 101’s Clay Thompson, columnist for the Arizona Republic, tried to offer an explanation of this faulty math and only succeeded in mucking the whole thing up and proving that he is more than just “slightly skewed”. A comment from one of his readers, however, nails this issue once and for all time.

“First of all there was no year "zero".....thus the last year of the first decade was 10 and the first year of the second decade was 11. The first year of every decade, century and millennium ends in the digit 1. Therefore, 2011 will be the first year of the new decade; just as 2001 was the first year of the current decade, century and millennium.” So, the first decade of this century started with the new millennium on 1/1/2001, and will end on 12/31/2010.

So 2001 to 2010 equals 10 years. You HAVE TO HAVE ten years before you can call it a decade and that includes all the time through that tenth year.

I like the example that a baby is not ONE year old until he/she has lived it. Their first decade of life ends on their 10th birthday. Then and only then can we say that the child has lived a decade.

So going from baby to the calendar which likewise starts from the year one (1), its first full decade contained the years from 1 to 10, the second decade from 11 to 20, and so on. As Wikipedia points out, “The interval from the year 2001 to 2010 could thus be called the 201st decade…” Another dictionary defines decade, “Officially a ten-year period beginning with the year 1, as 1921-1930, 1931-1940, etc.”

Lastly for you folks that haven’t quite mastered math, First finger 2001, 2nd finger 2002, 3rd finger 2003, 4th finger 2004, 5th finger 2005, 6th finger 2006, 7th finger 2007, 8th finger 2008, 9th finger 2009 and (sigh) 10th finger 2010. Decades have 10 years in them (that’s what the word means). 2010 is, thusly, the end of the first decade in the new millennium.

If we let our guard down and get creative with the calendar we tend to develop the same capacity to settle for less than the best in the rest of our lives or at the least try and define any entity based on convenience or ignorance. Ultimately the truth will lose and we will soon be winking and nodding all the time. Gang, this is not debatable. This is a simple (yes) mathematical fact.

Think I’ll go out and buy zero tomatoes for my salad tonight. Now, was that nine or ten lords a-leaping?

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Thursday, December 24, 2009

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER – A STUDY & PERSONAL NOTES

Growing up at St Matthews Cathedral in Dallas (Episcopal) was in retrospect an idyllic exercise for which I hold many fond memories. I first attended the Cathedral School for Boys in Dallas and then on to St. Marks School of Texas after Cathedral’s merger with Texas Country Day. I don’t know the inspiration or motivation but I somehow ended up as a treble boy chorister singing in the Cathedral Choir at St. Matthews and then at St. Marks which had a much closer relationship then with St. Matthews Cathedral than they do now. The fact that St. Mark’s though Episcopalian-oriented is non sectarian and now has their own chapel probably has everything to do with that. Their charter, however, requires that an ordained Episcopal priest lead the services in the St. Mark’s chapel. By the way, our uniform at St. Mark’s in the 1950’s was military (Army) khaki (long pants and shirts, web belt, slide release brass buckles and black shoes – all spit and polish. Today the uniform is gray shorts or pants with white oxford shirts for grades 1–11 with blue oxford shirts for seniors - less tense.

I sang in the choir at St. Marks under the brilliant tutelage and leadership of iconic Choirmaster L. F O’Connor for several years and was a member of that famous choir invited to stand in for the Westminster Cathedral Choir while they went on world tour. We were the first choir outside the UK to be so invited. I went on to St. Dunstan’s in Providence, RI where I was one of the two mainstays a capella soprano soloists (Billy Duquette was the other and better of the two) under the very able leadership of Choirmaster T. James Hallan who was also the Music Director at Lincoln School and St. Martin’s Episcopal Church in Providence. I think it a shame, yea injustice, that there are no more references to Hallan on the Internet given his absolute genius and lifetime of dedicated tutelage and successful mentorship of young men and women. I owe him a lot. Though he would certainly disagree, he should be canonized for his efforts.

At St. Marks we sang (they still do) the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols (inspired by the Choir of King's College, Cambridge) as well as their then famous Boars Head Dinner replete with the obligatory roasted boar with apple in mouth which was carried into the candlelit banquet hall on a huge silver platter all to the strains of the medieval Boar’s Head Carol, “The boar’s head in hand bring I, bedeck’d with bays and rosemary.” The Boar was the iconic and ferocious monarch of the Great Britain forests, a palpable threat to man and the unquestionable symbol of evil (just ask the folks in one neighborhood in Loma Linda, California who recently engaged a 200+ lbs. tusker!). Serving the boar in this ceremony which dates from the 14th century was the great metaphor – the triumph of Christ over evil.

I vividly recall how my Robin Hood era, maternally-tailored costume (with tights) made me itch something terrible. Mother Betty Buxton said that the home where we actually ate a full, multi course authentic medieval dinner (no spaghetti or egg rolls here) while performing a variety of Christmas music was a huge north Dallas mansion with Flemish tapestries on the wall. The spectators were parents and Friends who occupied the gallery that overlooked the spacious dining area. I remember it as a much smaller though still impressive version of the Biltmore House’s Great Banquet Hall. What a wonderful memory… There has to be some video somewhere… By the way, if you haven’t done the Biltmore House Christmas Tour in Asheville, North Carolina then you cannot count yourself as having led a full life - yet.

Though just a very young neophyte chorister at Cathedral School and St. Marks, St. Dunstan’s afforded me the opportunity to grow and shine as a sometimes soprano soloist and that included my infamous role and performance as the female lead (all boy’s school) for their Christmas production of Babes in Toyland at Brown University.

While at St. Dunstan’s and later at Lenox School I remember singing many songs/carols that inspire me to this day. One of those songs and the focus of this post was Christina Rossetti’s In the Bleak Midwinter. Rossetti wrote a Christmas poem for the American magazine, Scribner’s Monthly in 1872. Like many of our Christmas traditions, it is essentially contemporary and assumes that Jesus was born on December 25 in a winter landscape. While we know better now, that sentiment evoked more poignant images of a couple struggling against even greater odds with their new, divinely inspired baby. It worked.

That poem has been put to music many, many times with the most notable and beautiful tune written by Gustav Holst who was living in the English village of Cranham at the time and appropriately in a house now called “Midwinter Cottage.” Holst wrote the exquisitely poignant and hauntingly quiet and peaceful tune for the 1906 edition of The English Hymnal.

Another tune (similar to Holst) was composed several years later in 1909 by Harold Darke, then a student at the Royal College of Music who was to later achieve fame as an acclaimed organist and Director of Music at King's College, Cambridge. While Darke’s song has met with some favor of late, I think it much more complicated than the Holst version. I find the melody distracting as it varies from verse to verse. No surprise that I personally don’t like Darke’s version as Holst seems to suit my mostly melancholy mood and the predictability of a more somber, flowing reflection. The choir at All Saints Episcopal in Atlanta, Georgia under the direction of the multitalented organist and choirmaster Ray Chenault (and wife Beth) has sung a contemplative Midwinter (sitting) as a communion hymn and choral interlude while folks were partaking in the Eucharist. It was always a beautiful, quietly fluid and fitting accompaniment for meditation and prayer.

I guess I also feel a little miffed that anybody in a copycat mode (OK, OK) would have tried to improve on perfection (several others have also attempted to do so). Indeed, In the Bleak Midwinter has proven to be one of the most popular Christmas carols of all time, witness the BBC Music magazine's 2008 poll of the world's leading choirmasters and choral experts who voted it (Darke’s version) the top Christmas hymn, ever. There has been some controversy over the selection with many feeling the judges were more impressed by the complexity of the tune in contrast to what mere mortals might choose. And that brings us to the point of this post – to share some of the more popular versions, all Holst save two, so that you can appreciate and judge the song(s) and the two versions for yourself. Both are beautiful.

Both settings of In the Bleak Midwinter have been recorded by what is a veritable pantheon of who’s who of popular recording artists from around the world including but not limited to Sarah McLachlan-Darke (2006), James Taylor (2006), Bert Jansch (1974), Moya Brennan (First Lady of Celtic Music - 2005), Julie Andrews (1982), Robin Gibb (2006), Dame Kiri Te Kanawa (1994), Corrinne May (2007), Charlotte Church (2000), Sissel Kyrkjebo (2006), Cyndi Lauper (1998), Allison Crowe (2006), Frida (ABBA) 2004, Sarah Brightman (2008), Olivia Newton-John (2008) and as well as by many choirs and groups including the Robert Shaw Chamber Singers (1993), Moody Blues (2003), Chanticleer–Darke (1995), Steeleye Span-Maddy Prior (2004), the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Paul Hiller & Theater of Voices (1994), Paul Coleman Trio – PC3 –(2002), Aled Jones (2005), The Choirboys (2008), Celtic Woman - Máiréad Nesbitt (2007), Lichfield Cathedral Choir – Darke (1996), Gloucester Cathedral Choir (2003), Choir of King's College Cambridge (2005), St. John's College Choir, Cambridge (1986), Worcester Cathedral Choir (1993), Choir of St. Mark’s School (2003) and many, many more. Of course, many of the choirs sing both versions of Midwinter to especially include the Choir of Kings College-Cambridge.

A lot of singers from different genres attempt the same songs, each with their own physical and mental interpretations, nuance and style staying aloof or with more or less personal emotion, passion and expression in their performance becoming one with the music, the message and its cultural context. The difference in the approaches determines whether one is music or noise… eye of the beholder stuff. Most of these dynamic performers have become part of the history and tradition of Midwinter because of their passion and fervor for the music, the lyrics and their ultimate motivation – the celebration of the birth of Christ. And, that’s what it’s all about.

Now please understand that this is a long piece and intended for those with patience and anticipation, a love of Midwinter and an appreciation for the history of the piece. If you can’t stay the course and review some of the artists we have featured (thanks to YouTube) then you can opt out and just listen to one track. This particular Celtic Christmas CD (surprise, surprise) has 16 different artists/groups singing a portion of the Holst setting of Midwinter. The artists include Allison Crowe, Cyndi Lauper, Moya (Màire) Brennan, Crash Test Dummies, Gregorian, Bert Jansch, the Pipettes, James Taylor, Polifonico Monteforte, Westminster Cathedral Choir, Wells Cathedral Choir, St Philips Boy's Choir (Libera), Royal College of Music Chamber Choir, Holland Boys Choir, Julie Andrews and John Fahey. It’s well done and interprets The Story across many musical genres. We do pray that these hyperlinks hold and remain active in YouTube.

If you’ve gotten this far, congratulations! The
first individual recording (again, all thanks to YouTube) of Holst's setting is sung by one of England's great cathedral choirs at Glouchester Cathedral (Cathedral Church of St Peter and the Holy and Undivided Trinity). This massive Gothic cathedral’s foundation was laid in the 11th century on top of an older abbey that dated to 678 CE. I’m used to High Church (smells and bells) and the extraordinary music programs like Gloucester. Take special note when the congregation joins the choir in song. It is an exhilarating musical experience. This is an extraordinary offering from an extraordinary church.

We immediately switch from Gloucester in south west central England north 124 miles northwest of London, the west midlands and the Gothic Cathedral at Lichfield and home to the world famous Lichfield Cathedral choir which historians reflect dates from the year 1200 CE. Lichfield concedes that their current Choral Foundation traces back at least as far as 1315 CE. The first cathedral to be built on the present site was in 700 CE by the Saxons, followed by the Normans in 1085 CE onto the present colossal Gothic structure with its distinctive and unique three spires, begun in 1195. The Lichfield Cathedral Choir has cut many records, CDs and music videos among them their 1996 CD Christmas from Lichfield which was preceded by their 1995 video which we offer today. Lichfield gives us a robust view of Darke’s setting of Midwinter. Their music program is unparalleled.

From British High Church to American icon James Taylor who in his James Taylor at Christmas album offers a hauntingly and painfully
beautiful version – pure vintage James Taylor.

Back to the Anglican Church and The Choirboys who are comprised of English cathedral choristers from across England so we can suppose that members will have only a brief time (in human years) to participate as such given the predictability of that painful trek to adolescence and the inevitable breaking of the voice and the loss of their treble status. I experienced that as I went from treble/soprano to alto to tenor to baritone and oblivion. At the end I was mouthing the words at the insistence of the choirmaster and then worked my senior year as one of the Sextons at Trinity Church in Lenox, MA. The ignominy of it all - all the kings men and all the kings horses… My pilgrimage from choir stall in the Chancel to the congregation proper was demoralizing (as Mother said, “Ghastly”) especially when combined with so many other changes that were happening in my life… As a baritone in the Chorus I did rehearse Handel’s Messiah the other night over at the Anglican The Chapel of the Cross in Dallas (like riding a bicycle…). My thanks to the generosity and hospitality of superb mezzo soprano Nicole de Martimprey.

As you will see, the present Choirboys are at least second generation and are perfectly outstanding in their 2007 offering of Midwinter from their The Carols Album.

It seems that the soprano voice, female or choirboy is the perfect fit for this melody proof being the English born but New Zealand raised rising star Camilla Kerslake who made this song a part of her first album (Camilla Kerslake) in 2009. If she has ever had diction problems in the past, she now appears beyond that and nails this version of Midwinter which is worthy of your ear… Pray that we all hear more from this Lady with the only caveat being that she keeps away from her makeup case. She’s very attractive and doesn’t need any help. Watch her vocal technique - the way Camilla enunciates and mouths her words. That’s the correct way – the way we were taught at St. Marks.

So this song is only for soprano? Chanticleer, the extraordinary San Francisco based full-time classical vocal (a cappella) ensemble answers that question. Founded in 1978 to sing Renaissance vocal repertoire this group has travelled the world and gained an unparalleled reputation for their interpretation of music from all genres – no different their version of Midwinter from their 1995 Sing We Christmas album which reached #6 on Billboard’s Classical chart. Gang - it doesn’t get any better. This may be where all good trebles go when they transition to maturity.

While we suspect that Camilla Kerslake probably has some Celtic DNA we are assured that is a certainty with our next several artists of that genre. They represent the best of the lot and we are pleased to feature them. Born in Manitoba and now living in Ontario, Loreena McKennitt is pure Canadian Celt- of Scottish and Irish parentage. Her music is grounded by her appreciation and passion for diverse cultures with her heroism showing mightily through. She is a composer, musician (Celtic harp, piano and accordion) and singer with numerous original works which celebrate many cultures of the Celtic Journey. Loreena McKennitt’s (on harp) In The Bleak Midwinter is a powerful instrumental piece from her 2008 holiday album A Midwinter Night's Dream where she successfully recaptures, “some of the frankincense and myrrh” of the music of the winter season. I have most of her albums and intend to collect and enjoy them all. I’d bet the farm that Celtic Harp Champion, the incredibly talented, late Jan Pennington would be the equal of Loreena. Enjoy.

If you start invoking the Celtic harp can the fiddle be far behind? For me that means either Scotland’s Master Fiddler Alasdair Fraser of Valley of the Moon fame, Cape Breton’s Natalie MacMaster or Ireland’s Máiréad Nesbitt of Celtic Woman. Since I can’t find a version by Fraser or MacMaster we reliability put our good faith in Nesbitt that animated knock out, drop dead gorgeous All Ireland Fiddle Champion and violinist/fiddler for PBS phenoms Celtic Woman. Her offering of Midwinter with violin is beautiful and haunting. Holst would approve of the energetic and inventive Celtic lass from Tipperary who dares you to not get involved in her music. Some say that she’s just as good on piano and we would wonder how long Celtic Woman can challenge her. Kind restores your faith in the Almighty, Eh?

I share the same birth year as Bert Jansch - one of my favorite all time Scottish singer/songwriters (Glasgow) who takes the Scots perspective in folk revival to its highest point. Sometimes referred to as the British Bob Dylan or perhaps Dylan is the American Bert Jansch? Bert’s unique gravelly almost gruff voice and brooding, plaintive sometimes almost mumbling style is immediately recognizable and for me is the template for all successful Scottish singers. Bert has always done it his way and as a veteran of the booze wars and multiple heart bypass surgery, he has been there, done that and is now reinvigorated and better than ever. This innovative and accomplished acoustic guitarist brings me back to my youth but keeps me squarely in the present. His interpretation of Midwinter (originally released as a single in UK in October, 1974) is absolutely superb and as one reviewer recently stated, Jansch is, “damn near perfect.” I sure would like to see what a contemplative and serious Alex Beaton could do with this hymn.

The 1960’s saw the formation and evolution of the iconic soft rock English band, The Moody Blues who offered us many popular hits including Knights in White Satin which I could sing in my sleep. I love the Moody Blues – Blue Cathedral! The on-off-on again seemingly spiritual Moodies play into their sometimes melancholia by recording Midwinter on their October 2003 Christmas-themed album appropriately entitled December. Their always moving songs included originals such as John Lennon and Yoko Ono's 1971 anti war, anti Vietnam future standard, Happy Xmas (War Is Over). The Moodies left the Holst Midwinter tune alone which pretty much reflects Justin Hawyard’s love of and early influence by The English Hymnal. Well, you make up your mind.

We stay in Britain for a while longer to ponder the great and indomitable Dame Julie Andrews and her incredible body of work which has garnered for her every conceivable recognition including designation as one of the "100 Greatest Britons" sponsored by the BBC and selected by the public. Puts her in pretty good company that includes Winston Churchill, William Shakespeare, William Wilberforce, King Henry VIII and my personal favorites Sir William Wallace and Robert the Bruce though the latter would most assuredly prefer to be remembered as among the Greatest Scots. But, back to Julie - her holiday album, Christmas with Julie Andrews was originally recorded in 1963 (rereleased in 1982) before 1998 throat surgery took her voice from us. She has started to sing again of late but her range is limited. At that, it’s still better than most. Her Christmas album is considered by many critics to be “the best ever” with Julie’s vocals and the magnificent orchestral setting. Of note, it contains Midwinter (Julie’s favorite) and I think that just Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

We move across the North Sea to Norway and Sweden and find Anni Frid Lyngstad (Frida) of Abba fame and many popular hits including Dancing Queen and Mamma Mia. Though she is no longer actively pursing a career in music she has left a legacy of many hits and, yes, an abbreviated (one verse) recording of Midwinter in her live TV special with Jon Lord in 2004. Frida proves that she like the song is timeless. She brings her great voice and incredible good looks (still) back for all to ponder and appreciate.

It seems a lot of good things are coming out of China these days. First there was those giant pandas Ling-Ling and Hsing-Hsing, ping-pong players, bankers to the United States and now we have the incomparable Corrinne May (born Corrinne Foo May Ying in Singapore). Corrine may be the key to get Taiwan and mainland China back together – she’s that good and sings on a Taiwan label. One of her favorite singers is Sarah McLachlan and that’s reflected in her timber and presentation. A little breathy bit of Sarah Mclachlan and folk-flavored Carole King is in Corrinne though she remains her own very talented performer. Her interpretation of Midwinter is superb and perhaps one of the best of all time and believe it or not, happened at the local Peets Coffee & Tea, her favorite haunt in Tarzana, California. We hope that many get a chance to experience this extraordinary performer. You will want to listen and feel her Journey. As two recent reviewers stated, “Oh my, healing tears…” and “Her songs, her words, her music, her voice lifts, comforts and heals in infinite measure.”

No, we can’t leave out Canadian superstar Sarah McLachlan who has been such a positive influence in the music industry including her ongoing Lilith Fair tour, which starting in the late 1990s, showcases female musicians. Sarah believes in being involved and giving back totally, witness her many philanthropic activities which are well known beyond her home in Vancouver. Sarah is important to this piece not only because of her incredible talent, but also because she sings the Darke version of Midwinter – and incredibly so on her 2006 album, Wintersong. Amusingly and probably deliberately her title of Midwinter is “In a Bleak Midwinter” as opposed to "the". When you Google the two songs the only one that comes up "a" is McLachlan’s. Rosetti wrote the poem as “In the Bleak Midwinter”. Interesting as it’s either a gigantic screw up or a McLachlan gambit (probably the latter). Whatever the reason, no doubt that Sarah is an Angel.

Our Midwinter world tour takes us to New Zealand and then back to England for the performance of Midwinter by Dame Kiri Te Kanawa. Dame Kiri performed with incredible emotion and feeling with Michael George and the massed Choirs of Coventry and Lichfield Cathedrals in this superb 1994 UK concert. Dame Kiri is of Māori and European ancestry and raised in a Maori home. Her operatic career is legendary and her honors, “as lang’s me arm.”

With Aled Jones we engage yet another one of the Seven Nations – Wales. Jones is the former standout and world renowned treble from Bangor Cathedral who now as an adult though a natural lyric baritone he sings Midwinter as a tenor on BBC’s inspirational Songs of Praise on December 25, 2005. You can see Aled’s choral training in his enunciation and the clarity and honesty of his presentation. He’s all grown up though I can still see him as the Lead Soloist at Bangor Cathedral. Beautiful, aye. Well done.

Much to my dismay I had never heard of Danielle Vaughn before I started researching this post and that’s a loss for me. Now you know her and can appreciate her body of work including this amazing video of
In the Bleak Midwinter from Danielle's 2009 CD Noel. The song is the star and focus of attention in this video devoid of all modern video manipulation save its mere existence. She is a classically trained pianist, singer and songwriter who appears to listen to the beat of her own drummer after benefitting mightily from a multi cultural, non traditional upbringing. They can’t hide Danielle’s soulful and solitary interpretation of Midwinter. Part of the inspiration has to be those Utah mountains around Huntsville. Well done…

Just when you thought that it couldn’t get any better, it does. We saved the best for last. We go back to Scandinavia and to my Norse Brethren. Sissel Kyrkjebø aka Sissel is the wonderful Norwegian soprano who contributed the haunting vocals for Titanic and sang the stirring Olympic Hymn for both the Opening and Closing Ceremonies of the 1994 Winter Olympic Games in Lillehammer, Norway. While Enya, Annie Lennox and the awesome and incredibly attractive Emiliana Torrini (Gollum’s Song) contributed to Lord of the Rings, it was Sissel who was invited to go on the 2004 world tour as featured soloist for a full orchestral performance with choirs all dedicated to the music from the The Lord of the Rings films. As the featured soloist Sissel performed
Midwinter with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on the occasion of their 2006 Christmas concert which was aired in December 2007 on PBS. In Norway this song is called I En Steingrå Vinter and can be found on Sissel`s 2009 CD Strålande Jul. We of the Kingdome of Räknar and The Might of Right are well pleased as the King of Norway Knighted Sissel into the Order of St. Olav (1847) in 2006 for her contributions to music and as an ambassador for Norway (the youngest ever recipient of this revered honor). Sissel may very well be the best soprano in the world today…

So, which version do you prefer and what artist nails it for you? As I ponder Christmas 2009 Midwinter brings me back to that true meaning of this holiday whether it be celebrated in summer, fall, spring or Winter. I’m thinking of Family and Friends and how blessed I am to be able to celebrate life with them all to the strains of this beautiful carol. One year ago today beloved step mother Ellen passed to her great reward and we do miss her. The Might of Right dedicates this post to Ellen who loved Midwinter. Last night we participated in the “Greening of St. Matthews Cathedral” here in Dallas. We contributed to yet another great tradition and readied our house for the Christ Child. We hope you have a Merry Christmas!

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Friday, December 18, 2009

CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS REDUX

This 2009 Christmas season I continue to note many sincere Christian folks of good will waxing teary-eyed and eloquent about the sacred traditions of Christmas and their two thousand year old pedigree? Many of those beliefs are born of ethnocentrism, an incredible leap of faith, ignorance of thousands of years of history, commercialism and what appears to be a continuing dumbing down of America. Given that most of us seem to be losing the real meaning of Christmas, I thought it appropriate to repeat and expand on my Christmas post of 2007 in my ever continuing effort to set the record straight. As one fellow writer once said, “Don't get your feathers in a ruffle.” This isn't a debate on whether the birth of Jesus really happened. It did. This is not an argument that Christmas is paganism wrapped in a bow. Whenever and wherever the birth of Jesus happened, it’s good news and offers hope for all Mankind…

Despite the fact that this topic has been long debated - even by the Ancients, when it was broached several years ago in more public forums on the Internet it was considered volatile in many quarters and at the least very controversial. With the ground now broken the debate and scholarship is beginning to be more widely accepted. The Internet is crammed with legitimate sites that appear sensitive to offering substantive information about the real origins of Christmas. The other day I heard an ad on KRLD radio in Dallas where Chip Davis of Mannheim Steamroller was waxing right on and eloquent on the real origins of Christmas traditions all the while selling his extraordinary
Mannheim Steamroller Christmas 25th Anniversary CD Collection.

Mind you, I don’t want to debunk Christmas - no Scrooge or Bah Humbug here. Rather I want to shine the light of day on the origins of the holiday and ultimately straighten our path. I love Christmas and its OK to continue where we are going, but let’s take a peek back at the real history.

In a great irony we have the formerly anti-Christian Romans to thank for the start of the evolution of December 25 as the celebration of the birth of Jesus aka Christmas. Despite the evolution of this holiday there remains significant pagan and secular symbolism. For starters we know (In the Bleak Midwinter aside) that Jesus wasn’t even born in December! No, there was no snow on the ground and modern Biblical scholars and historians who have done the math in an historical context using the Bible and other documentation estimate that Jesus was born anywhere from 4 BC to 2 BC maybe in September though no one really knows for sure. There are many sincere theories though no legitimate sources reflect December 25 as the Nativity.

Pagan cultures all over the world have traditionally celebrated the winter solstice as a feast day, the precursor of the beginning of deep winter and the rebirth of the Sun. Indeed, Bronze Age archaeological sites to include many stone circles/henges like Stonehenge in England, the Ring of Brodgar and the Stones of Stenness in the Orkneys in Scotland had their footprints aligned with the sun of the winter solstice.

The symbolism of the year as reborn fits nicely with the celebration of the birth of Jesus, The Son emanating from the rebirth of The Sun. It’s an easy segway that leads us to many other celebrations of new beginnings to include Hogmanay's Redding (cleaning) tradition in Scotland and the North Country.

Indeed, this correlation was not lost on several early Christian writers to include the former pagan and martyred Saint Cyprian of Carthage who connected the rebirth of the sun to the birth of Jesus in the mid third century when he wrote, "O, how wonderfully acted Providence that on that day on which that Sun was born . . . Christ should be born."

Roman Emperor Aurelian laid the foundation for the modern tradition of Christmas by establishing December 25, 274 A.D. as the Festival of the Sun God. Early Christians who were being ruthlessly persecuted reputedly used the festival to celebrate the birth of Christ without being detected. In many modern quarters Aurelian is known as “The Father of Christmas.”

Some agenda driven, intellectually bankrupt naysayers like William J. Tighe have tried to unsuccessfully convince us that Aurelian chose the date in an attempt to, “create a pagan alternative to a date that was already of some significance to Roman Christians” despite the fact that pagan cultures had reserved and celebrated that date for thousands of years based not on some incident of historical import but the winter equinox. Tighe’s suspect scholarship and use of “appears” and “was almost certainly” is no justification for his theory. Indeed, most scholars agree that it was the other way around; that the Christians lifted many elements of the Mithraic theology and incorporated it into their own ritual. To early Christians, the childhood or place and manner of the birth of Jesus was irrelevant as The Resurrection, the Kingdome of God, was at hand. That postponed, they had to build a complete history of their, "beginning." This is the stuff of a whole other treatise which I may engage at a later time.

Of course, we ultimately need to thank Roman Emperor Constantine I who after attributing his victory over Maxentius at the Tiber River in A.D. 312 to a Christian sign, “converted to Christianity”. Constantine then lifted sanctions against Christians, returned confiscated property, built many churches and may well be more of The Rock than Peter. It was Constantine who made Christianity the official state religion and convened the first Council of Nicaea in A.D. 325. Without his protection and patronage one wonders how Christianity might have evolved or whether it would have survived. Otherwise, we might all be worshipping Mithras? Even with his fervor, Constantine was a politician to the end, hedging his bets and playing both sides against the middle, not being baptized until he was on his deathbed.

Though Constantine worshipped the full pantheon of Roman gods and especially the Roman Sun God Sol, the symbolism noted earlier was not lost on him. Constantine was one sharp guy who saw great benefit in using Christianity to unify his empire by bringing it under the banner of one religion.

Constantine was intent on blending the existing pagan traditions with the new Christianity. He knew that he wouldn’t be favorably received if he took away two of the more popular Roman holidays – the Mardi Gras-like celebration of Saturnalia (December 17-24) and the Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, "the birthday of the invincible sun" and the inclusive celebration of the birth of Mithras, the Persian god of Light (December 25-Jan 1) which was embraced by many upper class Romans and especially, the Roman military.

A significant side note: In a not too surprising coincidence, December 25 was Mithras' birthday before it was Jesus’, Mithras healed the sick, made the lame walk, gave sight to the blind, raised the dead and before returning to heaven at the Spring Equinox, had a last supper with 12 disciples? Hmmmmmmm…

The Mithraic and Christian cults were very similar both in appearance and in the character of their ritual. Indeed, the similarities between Mithraism and Christianity are so numerous that it cannot really be denied that the older cult influenced the more recent one. Early Christian priests alarmed with the similarities with their liturgy could offer no better explanation than to surmise that the Devil had gone back in time and planted the belief system so as to confuse the Christians of the day.

The initiates of Mithras, the sun-god, believed that he was born of a virgin in a cave on December 25, and was worshipped on Sunday, the day of the conquering sun. Mithras condemned evil, practiced baptism and consumed the sacraments of bread and wine. He was a savior-god who exceeded Jesus in popularity in ancient Rome. He died and was resurrected in order to become a messenger god, an intermediary between man and the good god of light, and the leader of the forces of good against the dark forces of the god of evil. Hmmmmmmmmmm…

The Mithraic Holy Father wore a red cap, robe, and a special ring, and carried a shepherd's staff. All Mithraic priests were called ‘Father’ not unlike Christian priests who adopted the same title. Mithra's bishops wore a mithra, or miter, as their badge of office. Christian bishops also adopted miters. The Mithraic mass involved the eating of a sun-shaped bun embossed with the sword of Mithra, which was a cross. The Catholic communion wafer continues this Mithraic tradition, and the structure of the old Catholic Latin Mass closely mirrors the Mithraic mass. And for you naysayers, this is not myth rather part of the documented historical record. Hmmmmmmmmm…

Back to the origins of Christmas - Saturnalia was a hedonistic celebration where normal Roman social order was turned upside down and Romans paraded in the streets wearing masks (and sometimes little more), costumes and animal skins and practiced ritual which continued later in Europe evolving into the Mummers tradition. Emperor Constantine merged these pagan festivities with the new Christmas holiday though many of the pagan celebratory traditions from these festivals continued unabated. They just had a new label. Gifts were exchanged and Families and Friends gathered to drink and feast – traditions that are resoundingly familiar to us today. By the 12th century the remnants of Saturnalia were formally incorporated into what we now know as the “Twelve Days of Christmas.”

In 350 CE, Pope Julius I reaffirmed that Christmas would be celebrated on December 25 and like Constantine I was sensitive to the still Roman pagan majority’s penchant for the debauched celebrations of their non-Christian past (a bitter pill goes down easier with a little sugar). The first mention of December 25 as the celebration of the date of Jesus' birth is found in an early Roman calendar from A.D. 336, well before Pope Julius’s proclamation. OK, so now we know that Christmas is a pagan-influenced holiday fraught with considerable political ramifications. The rest is a matter of history with many elements of our Christmas being incorporated from many cultures around the world.

Several hundred years before the birth of Christ, the Druids used mistletoe to decorate their homes and celebrate the coming of winter. The Druids believed the plant had special healing powers for everything from female infertility to poison ingestion while the Scandinavians thought of mistletoe as the plant of peace and harmony. The Norse associated mistletoe with their goddess of love, Frigga, who rode in her cat-drawn chariot (they were Norwegian Forest Cats) and whose tears became the white berries of the mistletoe. The custom of kissing under the mistletoe is believed to originate from this belief. Contrary to the end and not surprisingly, the early church aggressively banned the use of mistletoe for Christmas substituting the use of holly. That failed and we now have the tradition of the mistletoe and holly.

Remember the Yule Log? Yes, on the occasion of the winter festival called Yule they were lit to honor Thor, the God of Thunder, with the belief that, “each spark from the fire represented a new pig or calf that would be born during the coming year. Feasting would continue until the log burned out, which could take as many as twelve days. In pagan Germania (not to be confused with Germany), the equivalent holiday was the mid-winter night which was followed by 12 "wild nights", filled with eating, drinking and partying. As Northern Europe was the last part to Christianize, its pagan celebrations had a major influence on Christmas. Scandinavians still call Christmas Jul. In English, the Germanic word Yule is synonymous with Christmas, a usage first recorded in 900."

The early Christian Church strictly prohibited the decoration of their houses with evergreen boughs perceived then as “Pagan”. While the modern celebration of Christmas continues to incorporate the pagan symbols of the evergreen tree (the green symbol of the renewal of life), they have long been a pagan tradition dating back to prehistory.

While some might try and convince you otherwise, the ancient Romans may have had the distinction of having the first decorated “Christmas tree” as they decorated trees with small pieces of metal during Saturnalia through to its ultimate conversion to Christmas.

Technically, though, the modern Christmas tree originated in the Alsace region of western Germany in the 16th century. German Christians decorated fir trees with flowers, apples, candles and colored paper in celebration of Adam & Eve Day on December 24th. The decorated Christmas tree known to the Germans as Paradise Trees didn’t catch on throughout the rest of Europe and the United States until well into the mid-19th century. The great irony is that bastion of pagan ritual in some more politically correct towns and villages in the United States has now evolved into a Christian symbol and rejected as such on the basis of separation of church and state, surely amusing the spirits of our pagan ancestors and most assuredly our founding fathers who could have cared less about Christmas.

United States President Franklin Pierce arranged to have the first Christmas tree in the White House in 1856 while it was President Calvin Coolidge who started the National Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony on the White House lawn in 1923.

Today, the Christmas tree has become accepted by Christians, by people of other faiths (many of my Jewish Friends have adopted Chanukah Bushes :), and even for those who do not follow an organized religion. It has become a popular late-December tradition and part of our present-day culture, commercially inspired or not.

Lastly, we tackle the image of today's Santa Claus, a folk figure with multicultural roots. Santa Claus, while not religious, has become an important symbol of Christmas throughout the world.

As a member of that eclectic group of folks known as The Kingdome of Räknar, a Scottish-Norse society (I do also celebrate my French-Norman-Viking) roots) I appreciate that Odin, the Norse God has been recorded, at the native Germanic holiday of Yule, as leading a great hunting party through the sky. There are many historical references to Odin to include Snorri Sturluson’s 1220 CE epic, Snorri’s Edda, an Icelandic collection of poems and stories from Norse mythology. In this saga Odin is described as riding an eight-legged horse name Sleipnir that could leap great distances giving us to immediately compare Sleipnir to Santa’s reindeer. It gets better, still. Odin's appearance was hauntingly similar to that of Saint Nicholas, usually being depicted as an old, enigmatic man with a long white beard and conical hat.

According to writer Phyllis Siefker, author of the wonderful book, Santa Claus, Last of the Wild Men: The Origins and Evolution of Saint Nicholas, Spanning 50,000 Years, “Children would place their boots, filled with carrots, straw or sugar, near the chimney for Odin's flying horse, Sleipnir, to eat. Odin would then reward those children for their kindness by replacing Sleipnir's food with gifts or candy. This practice survived in Germany, Belgium and the Netherlands after the adoption of Christianity and became associated with Saint Nicholas as a result of the process of Christianization and can be still seen in the modern practice of the hanging of stockings at the chimney in some homes. Children still place their straw filled shoes or stockings by the chimney every winter night, and are rewards with candy and gifts.” Hmmmmmmmm.

Despite this rather familiar and (to some) alarming reference to Odin as a Santa Claus figure, many historians give the original Santa Claus nod to St. Nicholas, the 4th century Turkish saint who was known for his generosity to the poor. Nicholas was imprisoned and tortured for his good works by the Romans and it was only the intervention of Emperor Constantine I that saved his life. Saint Nicholas’ persona ingratiates himself to the role as Santa Claus as the patron saint of children.

There were many other personalities whose characteristics and traits ended up in Santa Claus. Some of these personalities include Cronos, the Greek Father God who was worshipped at harvest time; the Holly King, an important deity in Celtic and Norse mythology; Freyr, the Norse fertility god who, "bestows peace and pleasure on mortals"; the Tomte/Nisse a shape shifter and small, elderly man (red elf) often with a full beard known for giving gifts to children at Christmas and, indirectly, Thor, the Norse god of thunder and sometimes benevolent protector of human kind who rides the sky in a chariot drawn by two goats, Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr. Now enter Julbock or Julbukk, the Yule goat, from both Sweden and Norway, who derives from and had his beginnings as a carrier for the god Thor. Now he carries the Yule elf when he makes his rounds to deliver presents and receive his offering of porridge. Hmmmmmmm.

So we can see when Early Christians embraced the Yule holiday, they replaced the old gods with new characters like St. Nicholas but retaining many of the more magnanimous and supernatural characteristics of their personalities.

The Dutch, when they weren’t plugging holes in their dikes, kept the legend of St. Nicholas alive. With thanks to California State University at Northridge, “In 16th century Holland, Dutch children would place their wooden shoes by the hearth in hopes that they would be filled with a treat. The Dutch spelled St. Nicholas as Sint Nikolaas, which became corrupted to Sinterklaas, and finally, in Anglican, to Santa Claus. In 1822, Clement C. Moore composed his famous poem, ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas,’ which was later published as ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas.’ Moore is credited with creating the modern image of Santa Claus as a jolly fat man in a red suit.” While Moore’s authorship was lately controversial it now appears there is no controversy at all.

Who do we really thank for our “Christmas stockings hung with care”? We look to the Dutch again and to their former colony of New Amsterdam (now known as New York City) where the custom evolved from shoes to the hanging of socks or stockings at the fireplace.

Santa Claus as the fat, jolly man in his red and while suit and boots (wonder what his cholesterol numbers are?) is the image long maintained and reinforced by song, radio, television, and films. It would appear that the modern persona of Santa Claus survives from the Claus as portrayed by Clement Moore, illustrated by Thomas Nast of Harper's Weekly and later depicted in the Coca-Cola Company’s early 1930’s Christmas advertising.

The bottom line of all this is that Christmas is a collage of customs and traditions derived from cultures all over the world. The tradition has been distilled, synthesized and commercialized to its present form even to the degree that many of us have forgotten the real reason for the holiday. We sure can’t thank the very sour Plymouth Rock Pilgrims or the Puritans for the holiday as they did everything they could to suppress and crush it even to banning the holiday in Massachusetts. The holiday was suppressed in Scotland until the 1960’s, as a subversive “Catholic holiday.” I know Scots Families who didn’t start celebrating this holiday until the 1970’s! They made up for it with Hogmanay!

So what’s Christmas all about in 2009? In our over the top, ridiculously politically correct time it seems that we can’t say Merry Christmas any more, rather the more PC, Happy Holidays. I’m not one that wears my religion on my sleeve, so in my more private mode I do not choose to address that issue. I’m comfortable in my own skin with my own beliefs and faith. It’s OK by me if folks want to tread their own paths.

Some say, “Well, it’s all about the children.” I absolutely agree with that though I surely want them to learn the basis for our celebration; that it’s just not about presents. I experienced that sense of anticipation on Christmas Eve though I never lost sight of the real meaning of Christmas. My Mother, Brothers and I spent the greater part of Christmas Day in church; me singing in the choir (in many a Midnight Christmas Mass), John as an acolyte and Mother as the jack of all trades and eventually becoming Acolyte Mother at St. Martin’s Episcopal Church in Providence, Rhode Island. The true meaning of Christmas was already indelibly etched in our hearts and minds – and remains so.

As an adult, the ability to research and comment on the multicultural aspects of Christmas with the caution to not get too proprietary about a holiday that has seen contributions from non-Christian cultures all over the world, puts yet another slant on the holiday. Since we have apparently lost sight of the true meaning of Christmas, the great irony is that we need to get back to the basics and that includes the one-time pagan symbols that were so eagerly embraced by the early Christian church, disowned and then reinstated by them. Yes, these symbols remain in our domain to this day.

That will lead us back to greater truths and the reality of our faith. For me Faith (as can be validated by one Episcopalian priest) is not easy. I have to experience - to see, feel and touch every aspect of my beliefs. For me the pagan symbols and evolution of Christianity do not diminish my experience. I suspect that they all came from the same source and that they were the honest, righteous attempts by Man to explain the ultimate mysteries of Life in his environment. How can the symbols of hope, peace, harmony, mercy, the renewal of life, helping the poor and respecting children be bad especially during what is already a bleak winter? I know the Might of Right of it in my mind and soul and will always celebrate my rebirth by embracing the true meaning of the Christmas holiday.

Let this holiday to include embracing the Jolly Old Elf be the catalyst to further our efforts to enhance our commitments to our Families, Friends, Community, Country and the World by being the best that we can be. That means becoming one of those thousand points of light and allowing Christmas to be the occasion for renewal and the hope that better days lie ahead.

Merry Christmas!

Aye,

Ned Buxton

PS: The art above was crafted by the very talented fellow Scot and member of the Kingdome of Raknar, Harry Blair of Greensboro, NC. Harry provided the drawings for Santa, Scotty and Christmas Eve Last penned by this writer many years ago featuring Rural Hill Farm in Huntersville, NC and as a tribute to the late Ralph Payne of Glasgow, Kentucky fame. Merry Christmas, Harry!



Friday, December 4, 2009

TIGER WOODS

Once again WE THE PEOPLE are the focus of “major” stories – how we handle and manage the flow of information/news into our lives – and determine what is pertinent – and NOT. The revelation that Tiger Woods has been engaging one or more (accentuate more) relationships with other than his wife, his celebrity notwithstanding, is unfortunate and disheartening but, frankly none of our business. If some celebrity obsessed folks demand (usually glorying in the sound of their own voices) that Tiger because of his celebrity now has to do this and that and that they have a RIGHT to any and all details regarding his affairs or any other intimate details of his personal life, know them for who they are: voyeurs, holier than thous, wannabes or just plain primordial slime. Then there are those of us who are just plain curious. If anyone finds Tiger’s behaviors unacceptable and Tiger not worthy of forgiveness, they don’t have to follow his performance on the golf course, offer or retain him as a spokesperson, purchase the products he endorses or support his charitable causes. The piper will be paid...

The self righteous and faux indignant folks that constantly stir the pot and intrude into the personal lives of any citizen are generally motivated by money and profit, their own desire for celebrity, another self serving agenda or maybe for their own amusement? The tabloid “gutter” press that parses, suggests or misdirects, prints an ugly truth or just plain fabricates stories in order to sell news, or the TV networks that keep generating filler material for their morning and evening news are doing it because it sells. That’s how they make money.

Now WE make all that possible because they think that we want it (most do) and will therefore buy the products their advertisers manufacture and sell. Bottom Line: We have a choice in these matters. We can choose to ignore this poppycock or we can jump into the fray and further fan the flames. Too many of us are choosing the latter option as no doubt many folks would really like to know if wife Elin really whacked him and, really, how many? I hope that by offering my perspectives I don’t become part of the problem though with the number of ladies in TigerGate approaching "staggering" and the outer limits of obsession, that sentiment is apparently moot.

But, it kind of makes you wonder when his alleged and not so mathematically challenged and less than sincere and apparently obsessed, first woman scorned, mistress and former reality TV star conveniently surfaces and sells out her former lover with a voice mail and other incriminating evidence of their affair [“enjoying 20 sexual encounters - the final meeting taking place in San Diego, California in October (09)”]? Ca Ching! While I am not judging Tiger, it would appear that an incredibly naïve Woods never found any real refuge there (or anywhere else) and was totally deluding himself when he should have been home “taking care of business” and honoring his marital vows.

Might of Right was pleased with the usually poignant and right on perspectives of Tim Cowlishaw, the Dallas Morning News’ (DMN) lead sports columnist and regular panelist on the ESPN sports talk show Around the Horn. In his
Shame On Us column in yesterday’s DMN Cowlishaw offered to the world that Tiger doesn’t owe us any explanation, period.

Ed Willes, sports columnist with Canadian Canwest’s The Province in a sometimes tongue in cheek, gentler and kinder perspective,
Tiger Burning Not-So-Bright, asks more questions than he answers while also hitting the nail on the head by offering rightfully about Tiger and his brand that, ‘It's about the aura. It's about the mythology. It's also about the presumption he's a pretty-good guy.”

Seems that we are as equally delighted to bring someone down as we are quick to raise them up. Tiger is apparently just a man (like the rest of us – flawed) albeit one with an extraordinary, unique ability. Given his most recent admissions he may be more like us than not and maybe a reason why we should embrace him all the more.

While not a Metallica fan, I am reminded of the lyrics of their 1991 Holier Than Thou hit.


No more

The crap rolls out your mouth again

Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin

Little whispers circle around your head

Why don't you worry about yourself instead?


Who are you? Where ya been? Where ya from?

Gossip burning on the tip of your tongue

You lie so much you believe yourself

Judge not lest ye be judged yourself


Holier than thou

You are

Holier than thou

You are


For all of his flaws and transgressions it does appear that Tiger is a “pretty-good guy”, witness his successful and dedicated efforts in raising millions of dollars for charity. He has a major if not herculean undertaking in recovering his marriage, learning from his mistakes and, hopefully, reasserting and regaining his role model status, especially with our Youth.

We will find out Tiger’s true mettle if and when he plays in his next tournament where millions of folks (many not fans) will be scrutinizing his each and every move. Let’s all allow him the opportunity to get out of this bunker and shoot yet another birdie. Whether or not Tiger recovers or ever plays golf again is the real story. The reality is that this also puts the PGA in a major quandry and tenuous situation. Hard to imagine the game of golf without Tiger Woods.
Good luck, Tiger.

Aye,

Ned Buxton