Thursday August 9th, 2007
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT


"When Christ calls someone, he bids them to come and die."

Dietrich Bonhoeffer



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Sounds from the Past ~ THE SHADOW

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Orson Welles as "The Shadow"

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Blue Coal was one of the original sponsors

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""What evil lurks in the hearts of men,... (and women)?"

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"Only The Shadow knows... and then there God, ennah?


THE SHADOW was a radio crime-melodrama aired July 1930 until March 1935 and then a long run from September 1937 through December 1954 on CBS, NBC, and the Mutual networks.

Even if you never had the thrill of listening to the program on a regular basis, you are probably aware of the tagphrase that was always said in a deep, deep, deliberate voice, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows! Ha, ha, ha.”

The Shadow’s sinister opening line and eerie organ theme was once familiar to over 15 million faithful listeners - and that's back when 15 million represented a HUGE portion of the population. The program's overwhelming influence on subsequent crime dramas and adventure stories is still felt to this day.

The Shadow first premiered in 1930 as a small radio venture by the Street and Smith Company, publishers of pulp fiction and various dime novels. Hoping to boost circulation the firm created a weekly radio-drama to highlight upcoming stories in their monthly publication, Detective Story. Almost as an afterthought program creator, Walther Gibson, devised a mysterious character known as “The Shadow” to host the show, narrating each week’s tale and gently directing audiences towards newsstands for more issues of Detective Story.

Listener response to the program was very positive, but instead of asking for issues of Detective Story, audiences demanded to know where they could find magazines about The Shadow! The Street and Smith Company was more than happy to comply with the waiting public and assigned Gibson the task of writing monthly, and later bi-monthly, novels about the mysterious Shadow.

The Shadow soon became the character, Lamont Cranston, a thin dashing man of mystery and wealth, student of science, and master of the human mind, hypnotism, and the metaphysical. Using “advanced methods that may ultimately become available to law enforcement agencies” Cranston devotes his life to protecting the innocent, writing wrongs, and punishing the guilty. With his assistant and love interest, Margo Lane, The Shadow tracks down dangerous (and extremely bizarre) villains with his amazing abilities of “clouding men’s minds” and rendering himself invisible.

But for many years radio’s version of the Shadow remained a passive character, simply narrating various tales of crime. The show’s sponsor, Blue Coal, had long resisted the active crime-fighting Shadow of the dime novels. In 1937 the sponsor relented and allowed The Shadow to become the hero on a trial basis. A young Orson Welles was picked to play the part of The Shadow.

The new character Margo Lane was also introduced -played by actress Agnes Moorhead. Immediately after these changes, the radio show became a tremendous hit with Shadow fan clubs springing up across the country. Welles became a sensation, but it's interesting to note that the studio was not pleased with his sinister laugh, and retained recordings of earlier Shadow, Frank Readick, for the show’s intro and conclusion.

Lead actors (and sponsors) would change over the years, though the best-known Shadow voices remained Welles, Bill Johnstone, and Bret Morrison. The program remained extremely popular throughout its 25-year run, its spooky and sinister themes proving irresistible to young and old alike. Author John Dunning draws from his personal experiences with the program to comment…

”It is difficult to overstate the impact that this program had on the children of the 1940’s. This writer vividly remembers an episode when the Shadow tracked down a murdering scarecrow. When the killer’s coat was ripped off, revealing nothing but straw, the implications were so terrifying that the young writer-to–be could not sleep in an unlighted room for weeks.” The Shadow translated into Comic Books, magazine articles, books and television. My Dad, who is now 71, can still hear Lamont Cranston's erie laugh and "What evil lurks in the hearts of man? The Shadowwwww knows!" Interesting that this philosophy enforces the depravity if man, his sin nature, separation from God and need for reconciliation. Anyway, that's what Dad says... and he was the minister for 40 years.

The Shadow (along with Fibber McGee, and the Lone Ranger) has been long considered by fans as the very essence of “Old Time Radio.” -Chris Plunkett

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR AN ORIGINAL PROGRAM OR TWO? WE'VE GATHERED SEVEN HALF-HOUR "SHADOW" PROGRAMS FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE IN THE SECTION ABOVE THIS ARTICLE. HOPE YOU WILL TAKE TIME TO HEAR ONE OR TWO.

WHEN YOU CLICK THE PROGRAMS LISTED ABOVE IT WILL START AUTOMATICALLY. YOU TREN CAN GO BACK TO THE RAMBLIN PAGE OR WORK ON WHATEVER YOU WANT ON YOUR COMPUTER AS YOU LISTEN. ENJOY!




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WHAT HAPPENS AFTER SEVENTEEN YEARS?
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Yup! There back! At least in the Chicago area.

Where were you seventeen years ago and how old were you? That's the last time Cicadas were seen in Chicago. And how they emerged from the ground from Lake County to Kankakee.

When Mary and I arrived in the middle of he invasion, billions and billions of erratically flying cicadas were everywhere. - from road and foot kill carcasses to those dive-bombing from branch to branch looking for sex during the month of life they have been given before it starts all over again.

The noise during the day was deafening -- so loud that one could not carry on a conversation with someone standing a foot away. But each evening at 7:30 pm, the cacophony abruptly stopped. It was shocking. Bruce Kelly, our son-in-law, would say, "We have a noise ordinance here in Glencoe."

At Mary's brother's historic home in Evanston, the lawn looked like hundreds of thousands of "night crawlers" had a coming out party. All of the trees had thousands of empty cicada pupa cases attached to the bark at about four feet above ground level.

When are they scheduled to emerge in your town?

I've provided an excellent website link from St. Joseph's College for you to bone up on the facts and fiction of this horrible looking, noisy, pesky insect. "More children have probably been injured from running away from cicadas or trying to kill them. One of the ways you will know the cicadas are back is when children begin showing up at Emergency Rooms.

There is also a link to a great series of photos of the transformation of a Cicada pupa to an adult. that friend Gene Bustard sent me.



CLICK HERE TO SEE PHOTOS OF THE BIRTH OF AN ADULT CICADA





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RAMBLIN CHATTER
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It's a pleasant day in Denver. I'm here in this historic Western cultural center with my "beautiful wife of three years and three months as of August 1." Mary Osgood Plunkett's roots are as deep in this mile-high environment as mine are on the tail of the Appalachians in Atlanta and each of us have family in each city. So we spend our time in each city, working as hard in one as the other.

We've had very HOT weather and it's not because Denver is closer to the sun than you. I believe we have broken the record for the number of days above 90 degrees and we still have August to go. Of course you know the routine I hear. "But it's a 'dry' heat." Admitted it is and that's what makes it quite tollerable.

The 10th Mountain Division, who trained in CO, is having it's last reunion this weekend. The men are leaving our world at a rapid pace. The reunion is just a few blocks from our home so I may have to wander over there to just be in the presence of these major HEROES! I'm going to write an article about them shortly.

I lost a hero last week. Gordon Seif, my brother-in-law, went to receive his reward for having a close relationship with Jesus Christ -- and was greated by all his family including Nancy Ann and my brother and Dad. More later.

REASON FOR THE CHATTERBOX

I've been blogging before anyone knew what a "Blog" was becasue the word hadn't been coined yet. I just realize this is the twentieth year of Norm's Ramblins. I started very simply and ruggedly back in 1987 -- trying to write a few memories, share old time radio and try to elicit a few smiles. That's a lof of "journaling" that doesn't mean very much when compared to real life.

I used to have a column called "This 'n That" where I would give the weather in Atlanta, the price of gas, and the changing of the seasons. I'd write about family and chornicle Nancy's frequent skirmish victories in her war against ovarian cancer. Some of you might remember those days. A friend of mine began using the title for a neat "This 'n That" page he was writing. That and other events of life caused me to become more general in my Ramblins writing.

This past week I decided to do a little bit more "personalizing" as that was a feature of Ramblins many people enjoyed. I've decided to call this feature, "Ramblin Chatter."

Among my favorite books growing up on Cedar Street in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin was a huge Bible story book from the mid-1800's with incredible engravings and the classic Chatterbox that filled the lower shelf of our library. It was a treasure my parents secured from their parents and was an annual publication in the form of a hardbound book. I was captured by the engravings as Mother or one of my older brothers read a story to me. I slowly was able to read it by myself and read interesting stories and learned about life in the 1800's. There were well written articles of fiction, character building articles, wonderful engravings, that kept me on the floor with my bent legs in the air.

I found a great website today about the Chatterbox. Never thought to do that until now. If you're interested enough to explore the site, I've place a link for their address at the bottom of this article. On the site you'll see what a great piece of literature the Chatterboxwas for people living in that era and after. The site only has basic information and not the aritcles. It was literature for the populus -- like John Phillips Sousa. His music was ridiculed by the academics and Arts world, but the people loved it and made him a multimillionaire.

Then I found another article about the scoundrel publisher Worthington who copied and published the Chatterbox without permission. Walt Whitman has the same trouble with Worthington. It's worth a visit and a read. Besides that -- the color illustrations of a string of Chatterboxes and the ability to enlarge them is worth the trip.

All that to introduce this new article feature I'll run from time to time. I sure do miss Chris Plunkett's input. He is such a fine writer. Hopefully, some day he will be the well-known short story writer he deserves to be. But, right now he is Chief Hydrologist for the Flaming Gorge Resevoir and the Unita/Vernal Basin in NE Utah. He was invovled in the management of that horrendous 320,000 acre forest fire last month. From time to time I'll repeat some of his old Ramblin articles.

Got a couple more pieces of junkmail that bother me. Of course, you know about those bastards who try to get information from you by posing as one of hundreds of banks, PayPal, or one of the major credit cards we all know too well. I've been receiving junk mail from some, no adjective, source that is using "greeting card" as the bait. They indicate that a former classmate, or a neighbor, or whomever has sent me a greeting card and I'm to "click here." Anyone know about this. It's definitely a scam but I don't want to find out how and what.



Click here for a trip to a Website that has many of the original Chatterboxes. Excellent!





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GOD HAS SOME GOOD WORDS FOR US TODAY

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Consider it a sheer gift when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors.

So don't try to get out of any situations prematurely. Let the test -- the challenge -- do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.

James 1:2-4 (Adapted from The Message Bible, Published by Nav Press, Colorado Springs, CO

You notice that James doesn't say "If the road it tough" He says, "WHEN the road is tough!" We're to recognize these times as moments of testing and the wise person will turn the apparent hardship into times of learning. Rough moments can sure teach patience -- and right in the field of play.

We really can't fully be aware of our depth of character until we see how we react under pressure. It's so easy being lively and positive when all is going well.




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DON'T WORRY MOM AND DAD. EVERYTHING IS FINE -- REALLY!

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We posted this “parent’s-worst-nightmare” letter from a boy-scout named “Johnny” over a year ago. Unfortunately we don’t know who wrote the original piece, but our congratulations to them just the same. Jared Ponchot brought it to our attention. I think it’s hilarious, and I'm quite sure you will think so too! Summer camps are not far away but maybe you'll forget all this by then.

Dear Mom and Dad,

Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are OK. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened. Oh yeah, please call Chad's mother and tell her he’s OK. He can't write because of the cast.

I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was sure neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Scoutmaster Walt got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can blows up? The wet wood still didn't burn, but one of the tents did. Also, some of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Walt gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Walt said that a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We all think it's a neat car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders! It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. He used to let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Walt is a neat guy. Don't worry, he’s a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning us guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Walt wouldn't let me go with them cause I still can't swim, and Chad was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Walt isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about us having no life jackets.

He’s gotta spend a lot of time working on the car so we’re trying not to cause him any trouble. Guess what? We’ve all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.

Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Walt said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with the food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time. I have to go now. We’re going to town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don't worry about anything. We are so fine!

Love, Johnny

P.S. How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?




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REMEMBERING THE FALLEN

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"Good Neighbor" Henrietta Hastie brought this "Military Times" video to my attention recently. You really need to be informed about the incredible woman on a Utah ranch who paints a portrait of every "fallen hero" and gives the priceless gift to the relatives of the hero.

The web address of the Military Times is something that you might consider having in your "Favorites" list.

Invest four minutes of your time and be blessed while learning about an incredible woman who is filled with love, purpose and committment.

CLICK HERE to view a wonderful video of what one dedicated woman is doing!






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Y'ALL COME BACK NOW | Ya Hear?
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We're always honored by visitors. We do our best to provide new information on this "Ramblin" page ... and leave some of the stuff we think is extra good a little longer than the others. Please visit again.

We'd enjoy hearing from you. Drop us a note. We'd enjoy knowing you're visitin.' "Drop Us A Note" at: norman@peachmm.com

We extend to you an old Southern salutation you don't hear much... any more down here in Atlanta. "Ya'll come back now, ya'hear?"

Norman Plunkett

God is good -- ALWAYS!

And especially as He floods you with all the grace you need no matter what the situation. As you trust Him, God's grace is always just enough and always on time.





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