Sunday, December 18, 2016

Santa Claus Pagan Origins of Everyday Christmas Traditions and Beliefs

By O. M. Spencer

The Christmas Tree
The angels in the Gloria in Excelsis have probably given us the best definition of Christmas, "On earth peace, good-will toward men." This Christian idea of Christmas, with its love, charity, and for­giveness, has probably found its most strik­ing realization in the Julafred, or Yule-peace of the Scandinavians — a custom, though ancient as the Runic stones, still existing in Sweden, by virtue of a Christian baptism, as a Christian institution. Extending from Christmas-eve to Epiphany, and solemnly proclaimed by a public crier, any violation of the Yule-peace is visited with double or treble punishment. The courts are closed; old quarrels are adjusted; old feuds are forgotten; while on the Yule-evening the shoes, great and small, of the entire house­hold, are set close together in a row, that during the coming year the family may live together in peace and harmony.

To this pacific, Christian conception of the Christmas-time not a few pagan elements have been added, which are clearly traceable, as we shall see, to the old German "Twelve Nights" and the Roman Saturnalia. Hence its mirth and festivity, its jesting and feasting, its frolic and license. The decoration and illumination of our Christian churches recall the temples of Saturn radiant with burning tapers and resplend­ent with garlands. The "Merry Christmas" responds to the "bona Saturnalia," and our mod­ern Christmas pres­ents to the dona amicis.

During the Sat­urnalia, which were intended to symbolize the freedom, equality, and peaceful prosperity of the golden or Saturnian age, all labor was suspended. The schools were closed; the Senate adjourn­ed; no criminal was executed; no war proclaimed. Slaves exchanged places with their masters, or, seated at the banqueting tables wearing badges of freedom, jested with them familiarly as their equals.

Doc Holliday – Frontier Gambler, Gunfighter, Sometimes Lawman

Doc Holliday
(public domain image)
Bat Masterson spoke admiringly about most of the big-name gunfighters of the old west, but he had a particularly low opinion of Doc Holiday. He said “I never liked him, and few persons did. He had a mean disposition and differed from most of the big gunfighters in that he would seek a fight…He had few friends anywhere in the west.” Virgil Earp told the Arizona Daily Star, “There was something peculiar about Doc…outside of us boys I don’t think he had a friend in the territory.”

Although Masterson didn’t come right out and call Holliday a coward, he did say, unlike Wild Bill and Wyatt Earp, who were as good with their fists as they were with their pistols, Doc Holliday was a “physical weakling.” His opinion was a fifteen-year-old could make easy work of him in a “go-as-you-please fist fight.” But, as soon as you put a gun in his hand, danger transformed Doc Holliday from a 98-pound weakling into a raging madman.

Like most legendary figures of the old west, so much of what has been written about Doc Holliday is contradictory at best. In the Encyclopedia of Western Gunfighters (1942), Bill O’Neal credits Doc with just two kills in a total of eight gunfights, far from the dozens of kills and near kills most biographers attribute to him.

Doc Holliday was like a fish out of water in Dodge City, Tombstone, and the other cities he lived in. He was a dentist by profession, but a gambler, and a gunfighter by choice.

Not long after he graduated from dental school, Holliday took the equivalent of his first bullet when he learned he had contracted tuberculosis. Doctors informed him he had only a short time to live, and the best thing he could do would be to move to a drier climate. Doc took the news to heart, headed west, and set up a practice in Dallas, Texas. Not too many months after that he gave up dentistry. 

Apparently, patients didn’t appreciate his coughing spells. As word got around about the tubercular dentist, business dried up quicker than the weather.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Whiskey Insurrection – America’s First Organized Rebellion

Painted in 1795 by Frederick Kemmelmeyer
(public domain image - original portrait now in
Metropolitan Museum of Art)
The Whiskey Insurrection was the first test of the Federal Government’s right to impose and collect taxes, and to call out the militia to enforce those laws.
Farmers in western Pennsylvania tottered on the edge of rebellion during the early 1790s. The Whiskey Tax threatened their livelihood. Eastern and western Pennsylvania, were separated by an almost insurmountable barrier called the Allegheny Mountains. The market west of the Alleghenies was limited. In order to sell their grains east of the mountains, growers had to load their crops on pack horses and transport them across dangerous mountain terrain. The problem was twofold: 1) Grains were difficult to transport, and a tough sell once they got them across the mountains. 2) Whiskey was easier to transport, and easier to sell.
Because of this, a large number of stills operated in western Pennsylvania, transforming grain into whiskey.
In 1791 Congress passed a tax on distilled liquors. It based the taxes charged on the capacity of a brewer’s still, rather than the quantity of spirits actually produced, and it required the tax to be paid in cash. That put small producers at a disadvantage. Because they produced less whiskey, distillers in western Pennsylvania effectively paid a larger tax per gallon than eastern distillers, who could increase their whiskey production, and in effect cut the tax they paid per gallon. The other sticking point was the tax was required to be paid in cash. Barter was the currency of the western frontier. Most distillers paid their bills in whiskey—not cash.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Preview: 1963 - Life at the Speed of Sound

When I first began kicking around the idea of writing a book about the events of 1963, the only sure thing that came to mind was the assassination of JFK. But the more I examined what happened that year, the more it struck me, 1963 was a pivotal year in modern history. It was the year that launched the sixties. It marked the end of our national innocence. It began a new era in the Civil Rights movement. The FAB 4 forever changed our perceptions of music, reality, and inner consciousness.

If you were alive in 1963, you're likely to remember three stand out events. The assassination of JFK, the beginnings of Beatlemania, and a rebirth of the Civil Rights Movement.

When JFK was assassinated, it was like the magic candle that lit up the nation was forever blown out. It opened our eyes to the evil around us. In those few short moments at Dealy Square, a lone gunman stole our innocence. 

Martin Luther King, Jr. polarized a generation of black activists like no one else could. His "I have a dream" speech, delivered at the March on Washington for Freedom and Jobs catapulted him into the national limelight. He went from being a "black" leader, to being an "American" leader. The next day, JFK praised King's speech and the movement. The FBI had a different take on King. They designated him the most dangerous "nigger" in America. Attorney general Bobby Kennedy, authorized a series of wiretaps on King that would stay in effect until after his assassination.

Music brought the Civil Rights movement home to the youth of America. Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Peter, Paul, and Mary, and a host of other musicians provided the background music to the March on Washington.

More than anyone else in the sixties, the Beatles changed everything. They brought a generation of youth together. 

Several years after their arrival in America, John Lennon would proclaim the Beatles were "more popular than Jesus." That line caused him a shitload of bad publicity, but he was definitely on to something. 

Kids around the world had had enough of the stodgy 1950s. They were tired of adults, politics, war, and parents telling them what to think, how to dress, and how to act.

Bob Dylan, Peter, Paul, and Mary, and other folk singers sang about political injustice and the coming revolution. The number one album in the country that year, The Free Wheelin’ Bob Dylan, contained no fewer than six protest tunes.  

Monday, November 14, 2016

Book Review: If You Can Keep It, The Forgotten Promise of American Liberty by Eric Metaxas

If You Can Keep It, opens with a look at Benjamin Franklin just after the close of the Constitutional Convention in 1787. The proceedings had been held behind closed doors - intentionally, to keep rumors from leaking out. Curiosity ran high. People lingered on pins and needles - wondering what the Convention had wrought.

     An old woman pigeon-holed Benjamin Franklin as he walked through the door. She asked him what the delegates had given the country. Franklin didn't need any time to think. Without a pause, he responded - "a Republic" - "if you can keep it."
     Franklin's response most likely baffled the woman. "If you can keep it..."
     The obvious response, would have been, "What's the catch?" "What do you mean?" or, "Why? Is there some chance we could lose it?"

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Killing Billy the Kid

Billy, the Kid
From The Authentic Life of
Billy, the Kid by Pat Garrett - 1892
Billy, the Kid, was nothing but a little squirt. He stood something like five foot, four inches tall (some say five foot, eight—he must have been wearing stilts when they said that), weighed about 140 pounds, and had a stringy muscular body. His hair was a sandy, brownish blond, and according to friends—he was a bit of a jokester, except when he was holding his pistol.

The only picture we have of him, shows a kid with a lopsided face, holding a shotgun by his side. But, that can’t be right. By all accounts, the Kid was a real ladies man. They liked him as much as he liked them, so that picture can’t be accurate. It’s more likely the Kid had a boyish smile, that broke into a wide, childlike grin when he was spinning a yarn.

And, by all accounts, the Kid laughed a lot. According to Sheriff Pat Garrett, Billy ate “and laughed, drank and laughed, talked and laughed, fought and laughed and killed and laughed.”

And, that brings us to his real passion—six-guns, and shooting irons!

When he had his gun out—the Kid was deadly serious, and a sure shot.

New Mexico Governor, Lew Wallace, said Billy was “forked lightning with a shooting tool.” The Kid told him he never used a gunsight to take deliberate aim. “I just point my finger at what I shoot at, that’s all.” As he said the words, Billy raised his hand and pointed at the governor.

“Bang! Bang!”

The Kid let his finger do the talking.

Wallace continued.  "He simply permitted his forefinger to rest along the barrel of his pistol, and then, instead of attempting to point the pistol at his mark, he pointed his forefinger at the target, pulling the trigger with his middle finger.”

The idea was when a guy points his finger—it’s instinctive. Think back to the days when you played cowboys and Indians or cops and robbers as a kid. Did your bullet ever miss its mark?

Of course, it didn’t—and neither did Billy’s.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Aftermath of the Dalton Gang Raid on Coffeyville Kansas

Emmett Dalton
(from Topeka State Journal. November 4, 1907)
Of course, after the gang was exterminated, there were rumors. Rumors that the ghosts of the Daltons would return to extract revenge from the citizens of Coffeyville. Rumors that the town would be burned to the ground. Rumors that the men would be killed. Rumors that the women would be raped and brutally butchered. And, rumors that the money—finally, would be removed from the banks.

Liveryman John Kloehr received a letter that rattled the entire community upon its publication. It said that “not all of the Dalton Gang are dead by a hell of a sight.” Five of the gang were still living. They had missed the raid because of a mix-up of dates. They would be in Coffeyville soon—to extract their revenge.

“You people had no cause to take arms against the gang,” continued the writer. “The bankers will not help the widows of the men who got killed there, and you thought you were playing hell when you killed three of us, but the time will soon come when you will have to go into the grove and pass in your checks for killing Bob and Joe Evans and Texas Jack. So take warning, and we will leave you in the hands of God for this time.”

Signed the “Dalton Gang.”[1]