Execution of Frankie Silver: This Date in History

[donbosco]

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[donbosco]

Basketball was always my love. I practiced-practiced-practiced, wished (to no avail) greater stature upon myself, & even slept with a ball tucked under my arm. So growing up in NC was a hoop blessing. I poured over the box scores in the ‘Greensboro Daily News’ every morning with deep concentration and followed the HBCUs as closely as any-Coach Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines was remarkable but I also remember Coach Cal Irvin’s successes at NCA&T (James Sparrow is memorable in particular). #OTD in 1967 Winston-Salem State University became the 1st HBCU NCAA Champ (Div 2)-Coached by Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines & led by Earl Monroe, the Rams defeated SW Missouri St 77-74 to cap a 30-1 season. HOFer Gaines won 828 games in 46 yrs coaching & Earl ‘The Pearl’ Monroe starred with the NBA Baltimore Bullets & New York Knicks.

Glory Days at Winston-Salem State University, 1967

On March 17, 1967, the Winston-Salem State University Rams bested the Southwest Missouri State University Bears 77-74 at the NCAA Division II national men’s basketball championship game in Evansville, Indiana.In so doing, WSSU became the first historically black college in the nation to win a...

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[grimes70]

In the early morning hours of March 18, 1990, 13 works of art were stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Security guards admitted two men posing as policemen responding to a disturbance call, and the thieves bound the guards and looted the museum over the next hour. The case is unsolved; no arrests have been made, and no works have been recovered. The stolen works have been valued at hundreds of millions of dollars by the FBI and art dealers. The museum offers a $10 million reward for information leading to the art's recovery, the largest bounty ever offered by a private institution.


The stolen works were originally procured by art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840–1924) and were intended for permanent display at the museum with the rest of her collection. Among them was The Concert, one of only 34 known paintings by Johannes Vermeer and thought to be the most valuable unrecovered painting in the world. Also missing is The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, Rembrandt's only seascape. Other paintings and sketches by Rembrandt, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet and Govert Flinck were stolen, along with a relatively valueless eagle finial and Chinese gu. Experts were puzzled by the choice of artwork, as more valuable works were left untouched. As the collection and its layout are intended to be permanent, empty frames remain hanging both in homage to the missing works and as placeholders for their return.

The FBI believes that the robbery was planned by a criminal organization. The case lacks strong physical evidence, and the FBI has largely depended on interrogations, undercover informants and sting operations to collect information. It has focused primarily on the Boston Mafia, which was in the midst of an internal gang war during the period. One theory holds that gangster Bobby Donati organized the heist to negotiate for his caporegime's release from prison; Donati was murdered one year after the robbery. Other accounts suggest that the paintings were stolen by a gang in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, although these suspects deny involvement despite the fact that a sting operation resulted in several prison sentences. All have denied any knowledge or have provided leads that proved fruitless, despite the offer of reward money and reduced or canceled prison sentences if they had disclosed information leading to recovery of the artworks.

 

[donbosco]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

 

[grimes70]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

Would you know Chip W? Housemate. Did in 77/78.

 

[donbosco]

I knew one of the first WXYC D.J.s -- Lee Cunningham but that's the only one. By the time I was a senior though lots of my friends had taken shifts and it sort of continued that way until about 15-20 years ago when some of the long-timers like Bill Burton and Gayle and Blastoff Bob and Charo gave up their shifts.

WXYC

UNC-Chapel Hill's student-run, freeform radio station

wxyc.org

 

[Carolina Fever]

I did some commentary for football and basketball games on the campus station at App. I was convinced back then I was the next Woody Durham.

 

[donbosco]

Just in time.

 

[Zoo_View]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

South Campus water tower or that one behind the Newman Foundation off Cameron/Pittsboro?

I can’t remember how many times I climbed that thing.

 

[donbosco]

Sez South Campus. I climbed that Newman Center tower a couple of times myself. Foggy recollections though.

 

[donbosco]

#OTD (March 19) in 1888 Josef Albers was born in Bottrop, Germany. He was an artist in many mediums and a teacher at #BlackMountainCollege in #WNC. As I understand it Josef Albers is one of the people responsible for furniture of this style (Bauhaus). He and his wife, Anni, a weaver of great skill, renown, and creativity herself, spent the years 1933 to 1949 at Black Mountain College in Western North Carolina. The two of them, and all of those Black Mountain folks, changed how we perceive and live in the world in ways almost impossible to grasp and often unrecognized. Armchair | The Art Institute of Chicago

 

[grimes70]

Coincidence? I think not. My sister got on a plane to Vegas this morning. Meeting a cousin who happens to be a SDSU grad. Gloating shall occur.

1931 Nevada legalized gambling, which paved the way for casinos in the state, most notably in Las Vegas.

As an old school guy who enjoyed learning about real mobsters I always stayed at the Tropicana or Flamingo.

One time after a 10 day Canyon trip I arrived at a Forest Seviice campground on Mt. Charleston just west of Vegas. (Poor guy tgen. No afford hotel) and set up camp. One Wimnebago there. Great. Back to Vegas and walking aliong the strip,was just too much - people noise, lights. Turned around and back o the mountains, built a fire and looked down at the lights of Vegas. Impressive.

 

[grimes70]

1852 American author Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin was published in book form.

Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life Among the Lowly is an anti-slavery novel by American author Harriet Beecher Stowe. Published in two volumes in 1852, the novel had a profound effect on attitudes toward African Americans and slavery in the U.S., and is said to have "helped lay the groundwork for the [American] Civil War".

Stowe, a Connecticut-born teacher at the Hartford Female Seminary, was part of the religious Beecher family and an active abolitionist. She wrote the sentimental novel to depict the reality of slavery while also asserting that Christian love could overcome slavery.[4][5][6] The novel focuses on the character of Uncle Tom, a long-suffering black slave around whom the stories of the other characters revolve.



In the United States, Uncle Tom's Cabin was the best-selling novel and the second best-selling book of the 19th century, following the Bible.[7][8] It is credited with helping fuel the abolitionist cause in the 1850s.[9] The influence attributed to the book was so great that a likely apocryphal story arose of Abraham Lincoln meeting Stowe at the start of the Civil War and declaring, "So this is the little lady who started this great war."

The book and the plays it inspired helped popularize a number of negative stereotypes about black people,[12][13][3] including that of the namesake character "Uncle Tom". The term came to be associated with an excessively subservient person.[14] These later associations with Uncle Tom's Cabin have, to an extent, overshadowed the historical effects of the book as a "vital antislavery tool".[15] Nonetheless, the novel remains a "landmark" in protest literature,[16] with later books such as The Jungle by Upton Sinclair and Silent Spring by Rachel Carson owing a large debt to it.

 

[donbosco]

R.I.F.

 

[grimes70]

R.I.F.

First thought was Reduction In Force. But this may be a better definition.

The abbreviation RIF stands for Retrieval-Induced Forgetting and is mostly used in the following categories: Psychology, Medical.
Retrieval-induced forgetting (RIF) is a memory phenomenon where remembering causes forgetting of other information in memory. The phenomenon was first demonstrated in 1994, although the concept of RIF has been previously discussed in the context of retrieval inhibition.

 

[donbosco]

LOL...Reading Is Fundamental!!!

 

[Patb78]

Coincidence? I think not. My sister got on a plane to Vegas this morning. Meeting a cousin who happens to be a SDSU grad. Gloating shall occur.

1931 Nevada legalized gambling, which paved the way for casinos in the state, most notably in Las Vegas.

As an old school guy who enjoyed learning about real mobsters I always stayed at the Tropicana or Flamingo.

One time after a 10 day Canyon trip I arrived at a Forest Seviice campground on Mt. Charleston just west of Vegas. (Poor guy tgen. No afford hotel) and set up camp. One Wimnebago there. Great. Back to Vegas and walking aliong the strip,was just too much - people noise, lights. Turned around and back o the mountains, built a fire and looked down at the lights of Vegas. Impressive.

I’ve never been to Vegas. But I was flying to San Diego on business. The flight was at night and we were flying over the desert. If you looked out the window, the desert floor was pitch black. Here and there you could see little circles of light where a small town was. Eventually this huge dome of light appeared off to the north. The pilot told us it was Vegas. The view was like something out of a science fiction movie.

 

[grimes70]

Some hard core adventurers thos guys were.

1806 Lewis and Clark begin their trip home after an 8,000 mile trek of the Mississippi basin and the Pacific Coast.

The Lewis and Clark Expedition, also known as the Corps of Discovery Expedition, was the United States expedition to cross the newly acquired western portion of the country after the Louisiana Purchase. The Corps of Discovery was a select group of U.S. Army and civilian volunteers under the command of Captain Meriwether Lewis and his close friend Second Lieutenant William Clark. Clark, along with 30 others, set out from Camp Dubois (Camp Wood), Illinois, on May 14, 1804, met Lewis and ten other members of the group in St. Charles, Missouri, then went up the Missouri River. The expedition crossed the Continental Divide of the Americas near the Lemhi Pass, eventually coming to the Columbia River, and the Pacific Ocean in 1805. The return voyage began on March 23, 1806, at Fort Clatsop, Oregon, ending six months later on September 23 of that year.

President Thomas Jefferson commissioned the expedition, shortly after the Louisiana Purchase of 1803, to explore and detail as much of the new territory as possible. Furthermore, he wished to find a practical travel route across the western half of the continent—directly avoiding the hot and desolate desert southwest—and to establish an American presence in the new lands before European powers attempted to establish claims of their own. The campaign's secondary objectives were scientific, economical and humanitarian, i.e., to document the West's biodiversity, topography and geography and to establish positive trade relations with (potentially unknown) Native American tribes. The expedition returned to St. Louis to report their findings to President Jefferson via maps, sketches, and various journals.[1][2]



Corps of Discovery meet Chinooks on the Lower Columbia, October 1805 (Lewis and Clark on the Lower Columbia painted by Charles Marion Russel, c. 1905)

 

[donbosco]

When we moved to Buncombe County 12-13 years ago my 5 year-old daughter was very pleased to see the name of our closest grocery store — INGLES. You see, she had been pretty immersed in Spanish since birth, thanks to Spanish for Fun Academy in Chapel Hill, then a kindergarten immersion program at Jones Elementary School in Greensboro, and seeing that name on the sign — which she read as Inglés and to her signified the Spanish word for English — was a comfortable message in a brand new place. I still often pronounce it as ENGLAYS to myself just for the fun of it.

#OTD in 1963 Robert Ingle opened his first supermarket on Hendersonville Road in Asheville. There are a lot of them now and they are all over the Southeast.

 

[05C40]

Some hard core adventurers thos guys were.

1806 Lewis and Clark begin their trip home after an 8,000 mile trek of the Mississippi basin and the Pacific Coast.

The Lewis and Clark Expedition, also known as the Corps of Discovery Expedition, was the United States expedition to cross the newly acquired western portion of the country after the Louisiana Purchase. The Corps of Discovery was a select group of U.S. Army and civilian volunteers under the command of Captain Meriwether Lewis and his close friend Second Lieutenant William Clark. Clark, along with 30 others, set out from Camp Dubois (Camp Wood), Illinois, on May 14, 1804, met Lewis and ten other members of the group in St. Charles, Missouri, then went up the Missouri River. The expedition crossed the Continental Divide of the Americas near the Lemhi Pass, eventually coming to the Columbia River, and the Pacific Ocean in 1805. The return voyage began on March 23, 1806, at Fort Clatsop, Oregon, ending six months later on September 23 of that year.

President Thomas Jefferson commissioned the expedition, shortly after the Louisiana Purchase of 1803, to explore and detail as much of the new territory as possible. Furthermore, he wished to find a practical travel route across the western half of the continent—directly avoiding the hot and desolate desert southwest—and to establish an American presence in the new lands before European powers attempted to establish claims of their own. The campaign's secondary objectives were scientific, economical and humanitarian, i.e., to document the West's biodiversity, topography and geography and to establish positive trade relations with (potentially unknown) Native American tribes. The expedition returned to St. Louis to report their findings to President Jefferson via maps, sketches, and various journals.[1][2]



Corps of Discovery meet Chinooks on the Lower Columbia, October 1805 (Lewis and Clark on the Lower Columbia painted by Charles Marion Russel, c. 1905)

Everything you need to know about what kind of person Clark was, is contained in the link posted below. Usually, I am overly cautious about holding people from the past to current ethical standards. But some behavior simply transcends any notions of time and place.

Link: York (explorer) - Wikipedia